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I became kilgrave

Ever seen a character with power and scoff at the way they misuse it? Ever contemplate what choices you would make if given a chance to take their place? The things you would do differently? . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . By: Cambrian Beckett

wail_6382 · TV
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48

"Hello Jessica. How are you doing today?"

I watch the raven haired woman immediately perk up as the sound of my voice fills her room. She looks to the camera and gives it and thus me a radiant smile, "Amazing sir. Our session last night led to the best night of sleep I've ever had. It's all thanks to you Master."

I chuckle good-naturedly. Of course it had, I made sure of it. Improving her sleep was part of the conditioning, forcing her to subconsciously connect a stress free and restful life with subservience to me. I hadn't even ordered her to call me Master at any point, though given the memories I'd given her and the things I'd been telling her about what she wanted, I was only slightly taken aback when she'd suddenly began using the identifier a couple days ago.

Smiling at thoughts of that particular session, I finally respond, "I'm glad to hear that love. Today we're going to take the next step in your road to recovery. Trish has been begging to see you for the whole week now you know."

Ah, there goes the smile as Jessica almost shuts down, drawing her knees up to her chest and wrapping her arms around them, "She… she must hate me now. I threatened to shoot her. I was going to do it before you got through to me sir."

"You were sick Jessica, and you still are, but you're making phenomenal progress. Trish is the one who's pushed hardest for me to help you. She doesn't hate you, far from it. She loves you as much as she always has. I really believe you need this. Trish needs her friend back."

Jessica eventually nods hesitation in every fiber of her being as she responds, "Y-yes sir."

Giving a signal, the door opens and Trish steps inside. Jessica stays where she is, but lets her legs slowly fall to the floor so she's just sitting on her bed instead of almost curled into the fetal position. She's slowly been earning clothing as the week's gone on, and right now she's wearing some loose sweat pants and a sports bra. Her eyes can't meet Trish's, sliding down and to the right.

Trish on the other hand wastes no time in moving across the room and grabbing Jessica in a full body hug, "Jess! It's so good to see you. I've heard you're making exceptional progress!"

Jessica doesn't seem to know what to do at first, but the memories and feelings I've implanted in her have done their work, and every night she's gone to bed after masturbating to thoughts of Trish and I for hours, so I'm not surprised when she only pauses for a second before returning the hug just as heartily as Trish is giving it.

I'm sure Jessica is a bit surprised though when Trish pulls back, cups Jessica's face in her hands, and proceeds to kiss the hell out of her. Still, Jessica returns this as well and I'm treated to the lovely sight of the girls making out quite heatedly on the screen. They do eventually need to breath though and when they finally do pull apart for a moment, their eyes finally lock and Trish rests her forehead against Jessica's.

"I'm not letting you go ever again Jess. We're not letting you go. You belong with us. Me, and our master."

Emotion chokes Jessica up as she swallows thickly and nods in respond, desiring the exact same thing wholeheartedly by this point. Then Trish gets an impish grin on her face and her hand slides down to cup Jessica's covered breast even as she murmured in a sultry tone, "He's probably watching right now. We could… give him a show."

Trish's eyes flicker to the camera transmitting to my screen even as I raise an eyebrow. This wasn't scripted at all, but then I'd not really written a script for this one, wanting to see how the two women reacted naturally after the changes I'd made to them. Jessica's eyes follow Trish's and she bites her lower lip, "Shouldn't we ask for permission?"

Trish just smirks as her hand slips even lower and then goes under the waistband of Jessica's sweat pants, causing the other woman to let out a gasp as her friend's finger tips are no doubt running along her already wet slit. Leaning in close as if giving away some big secret, Trish replies with, "Maybe. We might get disciplined… but something you should know about our Master Jessie… he loves it when we're naughty."