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When I wake up some nine to ten hours later, I go straight to Jessica, getting a status report from Luke before entering the observation room and sliding into my chair. Jessica is not doing well, though that was to be expected. At some point she ended up on the floor, because that's where I find her now, still masturbating, and a steady stream of quiet expletives falling from her mouth as she furiously frigged herself.

It seemed her minor healing factor had worked against her here, as from the copious amounts of fluids I could see on the bed and beneath her, instead of eventually becoming sore and ending up going from pleasure to pain, she'd stayed at pleasure the entire time, her body able to take every bit of punishment she was dishing out to it and then beg for more.

Smiling, I key the mike and lean forward, "Jessica. Can you hear me?"

Her actions do not cease, but the words coming from her mouth do as she falls silent for a moment before answering, "Y-yes s-sir, I do."

"That's wonderful. You've done amazing Jessica, following my order for so long. I'm proud of you. Do you want to cum now?"

She swallows and speaks as clearly as she can through her panting and yelps, settling for repeating her previous statement, "Yes sir, I do."

I grin wickedly, "Well then, you should ask for permission Jessica."

She lets out a groan as she presses the head of the AV vibrator up against her puffy labia, her nipples also rather pronounced from the constant attention she'd been giving them with her free hand as she forces the words out through her mouth, "Please… sir, may I cum?"

I consider being that guy and demanding she humiliate herself further by adding on descriptors for herself and increasing the volume by which she begged… but that could come later, "Of course Jessica. Cum for me darling, as much as you like."

A moment later and I'm glad she's on the floor and not the bed, as her mouth opens in a large O, her eyes roll back in her head, and she begins gushing all over the floor as her back arches and her hips raise to meet the vibrating head of the toy she currently has pressed against her clit. I watch, enraptured by just how messed up she's gotten, all of her own accord… influenced by me of course. Really though, she's quite the wreck and as she comes down and just lays there panting, I wonder if she's about to pass out on me.

I preempt that, as I'm not quite done with her yet, "Jessica darling, go ahead and get back up on your bed. Just lie down and relax while Luke comes in and takes some blood, then once he's done, you can go to sleep alright?"

It's quiet as she drags herself up onto the bed and settles onto her back, but she still manages to get out a, "Yes sir…" as Luke arrives and takes samples of her blood, saliva, and other bodily fluids. At this point I am almost one hundred percent certain that Jessica is completely under my control. Still not doing the victory dance though yet, we have a long way to go before Jessica is a finished product.

Watching as she falls into an exhausted slumber, I leave the observation room and Luke follows me to the lab where Albert and Louise await. Luke hands the samples to Louise as I speak to both her and Albert, "Jessica Jones had immunity to me for a time that I need to understand. You both want to find out exactly what made her immune to me so that no one will ever become immune again. Keep me apprised of your research."

After receiving acknowledgement from the two scientists, I was given my morning injection and then I made my way to breakfast with Luke at my side. Sitting down at the table, we find Trish and Faith already there, both of whom smile to me when they see me.

Trish speaks up first, concern about her friend evident on her face, "Is she doing well sir?"

I smile as I load up my plate. Faith and Luke know exactly what sort of relationship Trish and I have, and are very understanding of it. Of course, that's because I made them so very understanding. So I have no issue addressing Trish as I usually do even with them at the table, "Yes pet, she's doing wonderful. The fact that she's finally willing to face her mental illness is an amazing breakthrough just on its own. I imagine a few sessions with me and she'll be feeling quite a bit better."

Faith pipes up at that, her tone solemn, "Like you helped me, after my parents died."

I hide a satisfied smirk behind my glass as I sip water, schooling my expression into one as solemn as hers before putting it down and nodding, "Exactly right love. But enough about that, for now Jessica is resting after a very long night. So Faith! I know you're eager to get back to school. Thought about which classes you're interested in?"

As my 'ward' began to ramble about finishing her college education, I dug into my breakfast, listening with only half an ear. Part of me was already with Jessica, chomping at the bit to begin her… reeducation now that I was relatively sure she was under my control. Still, I probably wouldn't get a chance until late in the afternoon. She'd need to be well rested after what I'd put her through.