Abandonware Ch. 04

"Sorry girls, I gots to study!" Katie said cheerfully as she reached her room with Linda and Sara. They both seemed a mix of shocked and annoyed.

"Really? You've been staying in every day this week," Sara said.

"It's cuz she's roommates with a nerd, it's rubbing off on her," Linda said.

"Ugh, I know, she's been so smug about it. But maybe you're right, I do just feel like I wanna study more lately." Katie hadn't gone out with either of them since the last set of updates. It had been a real wake-up call, the system convinced her she needed to focus on her grades for a bit before letting herself go out partying. It sucked but that's what the updates were for. She didn't tell the girls because she didn't want them to worry. "I swear we'll hang in a few days. Bye-bye, girls!"

Katie waved goodbye, stepped into her dorm, and waited until she was sure they were gone. She wasn't certain why she was waiting, she really needed to start studying. As soon as her friends were out of earshot her eyes glazed over and her mouth hung open lightly. Her mind emptied into nothing, leaving a blank doll waiting for a new mask to be put on.

The mask in question was a growing ditzy smile with eyes still empty of all thought. Her hands went to her tits and squeezed with a giggle. She wasn't a student. She wasn't even Katie. She was just a pair of tits.

Of course, Tits looked like a student named Katie and she made sure to act like one when those who wouldn't understand were around her. Now she was in her mistress's home and could be her true self.

Tits immediately freed herself from her shirt and bra's restraining clutches. A pair of tits like her needed to be visible to all and available to use at a moment's notice. She then went to her room and stripped out of her school clothes to put on her uniform that she had purchased the day prior. A maid headdress, a waist apron that barely went further than her cunt, and a buttplug.

The dorm wasn't that dirty, but that didn't stop Tits from taking the feather duster and giving the entire place a good sweep. She was so lucky her mistress let an empty-headed slut like her be her personal maid, most would think she'd just mess it up. Although, Mistress did have to teach her how to clean properly.

To get those lower spots she stuck the feather duster up her cunt and began thrusting her hips to sweep. After that, she deepthroated the handle to practice her skills, then kept it in her mouth to get the higher spots needing a good sweep. Tits made sure to do it in that order of course, cunt and then mouth. She'd be able to make sure she was wet and ready for when her mistress got home.

After properly cleaning, she put the feather duster away--back up the cunt for safe keeping--so she could prepare food for Mistress. It wasn't anything too complex, even a bimbo like her could use a microwave. At least, one where the button to press was clearly marked with a sticky note.

As the seconds on the microwave ticked by, Tits began to fondle her chest to pass the time. What little thoughts she had left began to empty out. She knew she shouldn't do this for too long but it was so easy to forget. Easy to let the giggles become more vapid and her mind become more blank. The beeping of the microwave usually broke her out of it.

This time Tits continued to stand there, mind completely gone, drooling on her chest as she squeezed and teased. There was no reaction to the sharp beeps of the microwave. Nor a reaction when the door eventually opened and there was an amused hum at her slutty display. She did softly moan when the feather duster was taken out and instinctually began to suck when it was placed against her lips. Her arms fell to her sides when the pair of hands slipped from behind her to take over playing with her tits.

It was so amazing. Tits was a mindless slutty doll being played with, she didn't even know by who but didn't care, it was what she existed for. Then she heard Mistress's enchanting voice whisper into her ear, "Cum."

"Yes, mistress!" Tits arched her back as her eyes rolled back. The feather duster fell from her mouth, the pleasure shooting through her like a bolt of lightning. She hadn't been anywhere close to climax but her mistress's word was law. The pleasure from obeying was even better than the orgasm she was gifted.

Tits caught her breath and gave a ditzy smile as she put her hands over her mistress's. "Thank you for using me, mistress."

"Well, when I find my pet has put herself into a trance playing, who am I not to use her like she so clearly needs?" Her mistress snapped her fingers. "Clean up and then bring me my food. I have some computer work to do."

"Yes, mistress!" Tits said gleefully, moaning as she gave one last harsh squeeze before leaving. She was so happy to have such a good mistress to obey like Alice Taylor.

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Alice wasn't sure she could ever go back to not having a mindfucked personal maid at her beck and call.

Katie 2 had become a ditzy bimbo after being put through the mental wringer but that hadn't been good enough for Alice. After learning what her maintenance code was it barely took an afternoon to craft her new personality, Tits. A girl who saw herself as a literal personification of a pair of tits, an empty-headed maid completely loyal to serving her every whim, a shameless slut with the brain power of a pea. A large improvement on the original for certain.

There was nothing Tits wouldn't do. Alice had watched her without hesitation use her expensive makeup to write "Alice's whore" across her chest and "Insert here" on her stomach with an arrow pointing down. She even texted the last guy she slept with a picture of herself naked and graffitied before blocking him. All with that empty smile that said there were no thoughts going on in her silly head.

Alice couldn't call this a victory lap, though. She was enjoying her new power immensely, and was learning quickly she got off on humiliating her pet, but it had come at a cost. The system--which she began to refer to as the Hex--had made her into an obedient slave. The only reason she even could remember that was because inexplicably she was a slave to herself.

It had been a strange experience to say the least. When Alice had awoken from her trance it had been... a lot of emotions to handle. It was why Katie ended up like how she was, the new confident feeling in her had been overwhelming, irresistible. She needed to own her, to become her mistress, to take her first step towards being a Goddess.

By day two the high was gone and Alice started to comprehend what she already knew. There was a slave in her, obedient and awaiting her orders. The reason she knew Katie's maintenance code was because she knew her own. Given its components were her room number, student ID, and password, it wasn't hard to deduce what Katie's code was.

The slave within Alice clashed with her dominant side to a point that she started to realize neither was a natural part of her. From her own point of view, she wanted both to thrive and that made her stomach hurt thinking about it too hard. So she'd just been feeding the dominant side while she tried to figure out what the fuck went wrong.

Alice looked down at the empty-eyed Katie eating her out from under her desk while she snacked on the dinner she made. She smirked. Maybe it was more accurate to ask what went right.

While her pet did her best to please her, Alice was getting to the bottom of whatever mind control plot she'd stumbled her way into. She had earplugs in, as she was certain the noises it made was part of whatever it did. Luckily it didn't seem to have any traps for her. The weekly updates program was weirdly easy to hack, actually. To a point she wouldn't call it hacking, she just opened the file directory and downloaded it in a text file to look at.

"Woah." Alice's eyes went wide when she opened the file.

The Hex was the most convoluted and extensive logic tree she'd ever seen. It was like somebody had made an algorithm but didn't know how to code more complexly than if/and statements. There had to be thousands of paths people could take, the questionnaire was just a fraction of it.

It seemed so alive but from the way Alice was understanding it, the Hex sending Katie after her would've been a nested decision based on questionnaire answers and Katie's previous responses. This thing was so embedded into the school system that her avoiding the questionnaire had a pre-set response to solve it. It was a mimicry of thought but still just an automated system at the end of the day.

There was a lot to go through and it wasn't very organized. Or it was organized in a way only a madwoman would understand. A lot of code labelled "subliminal" talking about somebody named Goddess. Explained where her feelings of worship were coming from, not why she saw herself as the Goddess instead of whoever it was intended to be. The first useful thing Alice found was an entry log. She flinched when she saw Katie's computer name logged as having accessed the system code but then her jaw dropped at the previous entry.

It was labeled as admin, so presumably this was Goddess. And it was from two decades ago.

Two decades. The Hex seemed to be a core part of the college, the program was a local copy of a base code hardwired into all the computers. Two decades of making students into slaves for a Goddess that didn't seem to be here anymore. The entries were very active before that, it was like she just vanished.

A college of slaves without a Goddess to serve. Alice licked her lips at the devious thoughts starting to form with this possibility. She was more than willing to fill that void for the desperate souls in need of her.

Easier said than done, though. Alice didn't have admin access to edit the code. So the idea of casually adding her name into the weekly updates and making everyone see her as their new Goddess was dead in the water. The Hex was also so complex she probably would've been afraid to edit the process, at least that directly. She knew enough about code that adding things in the middle was a great way to break shit. And with spaghetti code this old and convoluted, it was safer to treat it like a house of cards.

It did appear possible for Alice to edit the local version. Which meant she could tailor Katie's weekly update to fit her needs. It didn't look that hard, if she just made an "If in room 402" statement, she could add all the extra questions and code she wanted that would apply just to this computer. The only problem was making sure her questions and subliminals were just as effective. She hoped copying the format and just changing the words would be enough.

Good thing Alice had the perfect test subject. She looked back down at Katie with a smile. "I think I'm going to do some trial runs on reprogramming your brain. Is that ok with you, my empty-headed slut?"

"Of course, mistress!" Katie said with that ditzy smile, face dripping with juices. "I'm just a pair of tits, feel free to fuck with my head as much as you want."

Alice shoved her back between her legs with a satisfied moan. "Good girl."

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Author's Note: I would just like to take an in-between chapters moment to thank everyone for the support Abandonware has gotten so far. I started this story purely to just explore a fun idea and clear my head a bit. I did not expect it to become one of my most popular erotica stories. I will make sure to keep writing and try my best to make it fun and hot all the way through. I will also try to make sure the public releases are as up to date as they can be.

Seriously, thank you all. People wanting to read my works is what drives me to write. See y'all next week.