Abandonware Ch. 07

Alice watched with anticipation as Wendy began to stir. For all her prep and planning she didn't quite have a way to confirm she'd succeeded. Although Wendy screaming that she submitted before cumming had been a pretty good sign she had.

"Goddess!" Wendy threw herself at her feet and began to kiss them. "My Goddess, my mistress, owner of my mind and body, please tell me how I can serve you."

Alice chuckled at the act. She clearly had nothing to worry about, Wendy was hers now. "That's some hardcore devotion there. You still got a mind left?"

"Sadly." Wendy chuckled as she sat up to a kneeling position. "Sorry if that was a bit much, I just saw you and like, had to be extra about it. Like an itch, you know?"

"Oh, so you're actually awake." Alice hadn't expected that. Wendy clearly was obedient, but how obedient was now the question. "Tell me your room number, student ID, and computer password."

"Of course, mistress! Room 102, student ID is 4432, passwords Wm84@333. It's an old school one. I use it for everything." Wendy perked up. "Do you need my bank passwords? Credit card numbers, social security, whatever you want, I'll give it!"

"I like your enthusiasm. Maintenance Mode: Wendy_102_4432_Wm84@333." Alice panicked as Wendy collapsed onto the ground. She reached down to help her. "Oh fuck! Sit up, sit up, I didn't mean to make you hurt yourself."

"Yes, mistress." Wendy mechanically returned to her kneeling position. Her eyes were as empty as Katie's whenever she was put into this state but there was something different. She looked... euphoric. Katie was empty, Wendy looked like she truly was living in mindless bliss.

Alice noticed something else that had been different. "Wait, you called me mistress."

"Should this slave not do so?" Wendy asked.

"Oh you should, I like it. Katie just says "this slave will obey" all the time," Alice said.

"This slave will obey. When in maintenance mode she is obedient and open. Her Goddess should still be addressed properly, either as Goddess or mistress." Wendy had a hint of reverence in her blank tone. "What does Goddess wish of this slave?"

"I want to ask about your default personality. Is she obedient to me?" Alice asked.

"Default personality Wendy is beholden to you. She sees you as her Goddess the same way this slave does. She will obey you without question. She is now extremely aroused by this prospect and feels pleasure from being used by you, having her mind programmed, or any other general mind control related activities. Definition wise, she has a fetish for being mind controlled to be your slave."

Alice tilted her head. This was an interesting outcome. It sounded like the slave persona had fully merged with the topside one. The slave was a bit more eager with her Goddess finally ordering her around and Wendy was basically dying to obey her. The only difference between them was just the trance.

"Ok, wake up from maintenance mode." Alice wondered if even the trance wasn't fully necessary anymore. Wendy blinked a few times as the light returned to them. "Tease your nipples without being aware of it. Forget I gave you this order."

Wendy's hands immediately went to her chest, pinching and rubbing while her face betrayed no awareness of her own actions. "I felt like I just lost some time there. Was I in a trance or something?

"You noticed?" Alice asked.

"Kinda? I was fully ready to brush it off but the idea of it being a trance just was hot so I had to ask." Wendy bit her lip, which went well with her self-teasing. "So, does your slave get to know why she's your slave? Or is this just my life now, I guess. It could be sexy in its own way, no answers, just obedience."

"That would take a lot of explaining." Alice's eyes went wide. "Oh my god, wait, I can actually tell you! I've had to keep this to myself for weeks."

"You've been planning to enslave me for weeks?" Wendy asked.

"No, no, you've been a slave for years, I just decided to make you my slave specifically yesterday." Alice found the baffled expression Wendy had very adorable when paired with her obviously pinching her nipples. She sat down on the bed and motioned for Wendy to sit in the chair. "You can stop teasing yourself and just listen. This is gonna be kinda wild to hear me lay it all out."

* * *

"Thanks for doing a girl's night on such short notice!" Katie said cheerfully. They were all in Sara and Linda's dorm bathroom helping each other freshen up. For some reason Katie didn't feel like she should. Like they wouldn't actually be going out tonight or something. Still, she wasn't going to stop the others from being pretty.

"Of course! We've missed you, girl," Linda said. "We just gotta do our updates beforehand, I thought you remembered we tended to do them in like a few minutes."

"Honestly we should've done them before getting ready, my hair's gonna be a mess afterwards. We can do them later if we wanna--" Sara began.

"No, no, do them before we go!" Katie said quickly. She didn't want them to not do their updates. It was very important they did them before they left. "Hey, I just remembered I lost my earrings, can I check your room? I stayed over a few weeks ago, might've left it in there."

"I mean, have at it, but I haven't seen anything shiny," Linda said.

"No worries, I'll just be a second!" Katie said. She quickly left, closing the bathroom door behind her and entering Linda's room.

The second the door closed Katie's eyes hazed over. She walked up to Linda's computer, signed in with her own credentials, and plugged in the usb drive. Her body was on autopilot, each click and paste of code was so pre-determined she might've been able to do it blindfolded. There was no need for her to understand how code worked or know if what additions she was copying into the local drive were functional. This was just an empty doll repeating a routine her mistress had taught her down to the last detail. A living trojan horse virus infecting her friends' computers.

Luckily there was no guilt to be had. Katie blinked a few times, unsure of why she was at Linda's desk but shrugged. She must've just been double-checking it for her earrings.

Although now that Katie thought about it, she might've forgotten those in Sara's room.

* * *

Wendy was glad to have been ordered to listen, otherwise she would've been too distracted by how horny Alice's tale was making her.

It was so strange how different Wendy felt. Not just the obvious bit with how she'd had a fetish inflicted onto her and was writhing with glee that she was living her new wettest dream of being a slave to Alice. There was also just this feeling of a shackle being taken off her. Like she'd been living in a dream since the start of the semester and just woke up.

"And then I--well, I made my own program and turned you into my first actual slave. I don't count Katie, she's more a slave I've hacked then mine yet. You're the first to see me as Goddess." Alice smiled nervously. Even anxious she still looked divine. "That's kinda the rundown."

"Huh." Wendy was nodding to herself. This was a lot to take in. "Wow. Wow. That explains... fucking wow, Valerie you utter bitch!" She shot up. "I can't believe I've been letting her walk all over me like that because I was programmed to! That's so infuriating."

"So, you're mad at that but you don't mind I'm programming you?" Alice asked curiously.

"Well duh, you're my Goddess and it makes me wet just thinking about you fucking with my mind. This is just... I don't know, annoying. It's like she was already such a bitch that it was easier to make me a doormat than actually set up a situation where we're both happy." It made so much sense. The waking dream had been an alteration to her personality, the system hadn't decided if it was going to be permanent yet so she still had both of them. Knowing what you would be doing versus what you actually do had such an ick to it looking back. She must've been living as "Wendy 2" for weeks. "Imagine having the power over everyone's minds and ending up with miserable slaves. That's just a piss poor setup."

"From what Katie says, it's not like that for everyone. Sara and Linda have the opposite problem." Alice didn't elaborate on that but Wendy wasn't going to pry if her Goddess did not deem to tell.

"Where is Katie anyways? I wanna meet Tits. And maybe use her, if you'd allow it?" Wendy asked with a pleading pout.

"You are just a horny mess now, aren't you?" Alice asked with a sly smile.

"It's not my fault, you made me this way!" Wendy shot back. "And I can't even be mad because you also made me find that hot, so no complaining that I want to be around when you're mindfucking girls to be your new slaves."

"Fair enough. Katie's on a mission to get her crew under my thumb. In theory, by tonight their slave selves will see me as Goddess too." Alice tickled beneath Wendy's chin. "And if it works, I'll be able to make any college student into my slave so long as I can log on to their computer."

"Awesome," Wendy said with a soft moan at her touch. She tilted her head. "So, do you have an actual plan beyond making students enslaved by the Hex into your slaves?"

Alice opened her mouth, then closed it to tap her chin. She cringed. "Honestly, not really."

"Wait, so you've just been operating on "enslave my classmates" and nothing else?" Wendy asked with shock.

"Well that's what happens when you suddenly see yourself as a Goddess and are surrounded by a bunch of girls primed for enslavement!" Alice rubbed her head. "It's like I suddenly became a shark in a pool of fresh fish, I was overwhelmed by the needs. Taking you and then talking with you cleared my head a bit, to be honest."

"Does that mean you want to stop?" Wendy asked curiously.

Alice paused. There was a moment, so fast Wendy wasn't sure if she imagined it, that her eyes glazed over. "No." She shook her head. "No, I want to be smart about it. No matter what I decide to do in the long run, I gotta figure out what is up with the Hex. And you are going to help."

"Of course, mistress. Your slave is more than happy to help with anything you desire," Wendy said with an excited smile.

"Good, because it's going to be annoying and I don't wanna do it. I want you to research the school's history," Alice said. "How it was founded, who was involved. Get me a list of possible suspects for the original Goddess. Maybe try to pin down anybody in the administration that was here before she vanished."

"Oh. Ok, I guess I can do that." Wendy was disappointed it wasn't something sexier like with her tests on Katie. Still, even boring orders had a new tinge of pleasure to them. "Why do you want to know about that? I mean I'm curious too, but wouldn't it be more important to figure out if the staff is being controlled?"

"That's what I'm going to be doing. The Hex is extremely disorganized, it'll take time for me to figure out what it actually does and why." Alice smirked as she looked Wendy over salaciously. They were both still naked as they hadn't really found the need to put any clothes back on. "Of course, that's something we can start tomorrow. I can definitely have some fun testing out my new slave tonight."

"Really?!" Wendy was ready to explode, she was so excited to have her mind molded by her Goddess. She wanted to be used, humiliated, fucked senseless, all the works. "What do you have in mind?"

"Hmm. How about you tell me what you think would be hot for me to do?" Alice said. Then she said something else that Wendy didn't quite catch but she was so excited to obey the first part she didn't care.

"Well, I think the first thing would just be marking me as your property." Wendy immediately walked over to the desk and rifled through it until she found a pen. As she talked, she wrote "slave" on her forehead, "squeeze" over her tits, "insert here" on her stomach with an arrow pointing down, and several other terms on her arms and legs. "Some of it would be derogatory, some declarative. Everything would settle into my brain as an absolute truth."

Wendy blinked a few times. Why was she holding a pen? She shrugged and shoved it up her cunt until she remembered, as it was just a fact to insert things into there. She then began to fondle her tits, another normal act. It helped satisfy the horny cum dumpster slut she truly was.

"Then as I humiliate myself, you start to put me into a trance. One where I'd slowly start to... not be able to think... cuz you'll use me like... a sex doll." Wendy sank to her knees. Her eyes were emptying as she stared off into nothing. "I'd just be empty and obedient... you'd whisper words... while I licked... told me what a whore I was... I wouldn't even register... just a mindless doll."

"I like where this is going. I have an idea." Alice took the pen out, causing a shocked whimper that was cut off by her sticking it in her mouth. "Suck on this and listen."

Wendy obeyed. Her Goddess spoke such lovely words but for some reason she didn't really comprehend them. That was ok, she was just an empty-headed fuckdoll sucking away like she was meant to. The taste of her own cunt was so much more delicious than she realized, it made her want to put the pen back down there to get another full hit of her juices. "Just a fuckdoll... left unattended..."

The words being whispered into her ear stopped but Wendy's perception did not return. Instead she just continued to lick and suck. She moved forward until she couldn't, rubbing against a new cylindrical surface. The pen slipped from her grasp and she suckled at the air in need of something to replace it.

"Must suck... must fuck... must obey." Wendy wasn't sure what was in her mouth anymore but it was big and round and made the fuckdoll she was so very happy. Her body writhed with pleasure as she rubbed against something hard and tried desperately to fit whatever she'd found into it. This was her purpose, her existence, she needed nothing else.

"Enjoying yourself?"

"Enjoying myself," Wendy said between licks.

"Wow, you are beyond mindfucked. Ok, reset to right before you became mindless."

"Beyond mind--what the fuck?" Wendy blinked and found herself humping the bedpost like a dog in heat. The top was covered in her slobber and the middle was similarly dripping. She stumbled back with her face red as a tomato. "Holy shit that was so embarrassing! And hot, wow, you made me act out my own fantasy without even realizing it."

"You did it so well I'd swear you had a fetish before I came along. You're already becoming my favorite slave," Alice said from behind her. "Do you know what else is hot?"

"Other than being a favorite slave?" Wendy said, feeling so much pleasure from knowing her Goddess liked her best already.

"Look at the bed."

Wendy already kinda was but she still obeyed. She was shocked to see Alice sitting on it, her legs spread and her arms lightly outstretched like she was calling to her to approach. That made no sense, she just spoke as if she was behind her. "When did you... did you... move."

"I'm so beautiful, aren't I?" Alice said in a sly manner.

"So... beautiful." Wendy fell to her knees. A slave should be on her knees before her Goddess. And this was the beauty of divinity.

"You just want to worship me, don't you?" Alice's voice was so strange. It was like she was talking directly into her head. Replacing any thoughts that had momentarily returned.

"Must... worship." Wendy crawled to her feet like a petitioner approaching for prayer. She was mesmerized, beholden, every part of her yearned to be used by her.

"Kiss."

Wendy kissed her foot and the pleasure overwhelmed her. She shook with a barrage of whimpers before resuming her task of worshipping her Goddess.

"Did you just cum from kissing my foot?" Alice asked. Her voice seemed further away.

"Yes, mistress. I'm such an empty-headed slut I cum from being able to touch my Goddess." Wendy's eyes rolled into the back of her head as she came again. "I'm such a whore I cum when I humiliate myself for my Goddess."

The laughter caused another small orgasm but Wendy was getting better at worshipping while taking the pleasure. All she had to do was stop thinking about it. No thinking. Fuckdolls don't need to think.

"Fuckdolls don't need to think," Alice said as if reading her mind.

"Fuckdolls don't need to think," Wendy repeated. Her Goddess felt so smooth, so soft and plush. She kissed and licked and came, an endless cycle that was ruining her forever and she didn't care.

"Fuck your Goddess like the fuckdoll you are," Alice said, directing Wendy onto the bed. Their legs intertwined, their cunts pressed against each other and Wendy nearly passed out from the pleasure of rubbing against Goddess.

"Must... fuck... Goddess." Wendy started humping, slow and steady, her mind unable to go faster despite craving more as it was beyond broken. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she orgasmed again and again and again. She was such a good fuckdoll. Her Goddess must be so happy using her.

For some reason, Wendy came from that as if it was a humiliating thought.

* * *

Alice laughed as Wendy continued to hump the stuffed animal like it was the best fuck of her life.

It had been so fun to watch her unwittingly create her own humiliation ritual, but Alice hadn't been able to resist letting her go even further. She'd found a teddy bear on Katie's bed and given Wendy a simple order while she'd been sucking on that pen. "You will see the doll on the bed as me. You will continue coming up with your own ideas but think the doll me is the one creating them."

What followed was a session of worship that made Alice a little regretful she let the doll get loved on like that before she did. Then again, it was just so hot to see how convinced Wendy was that the doll was her. She talked to it, obeyed it, looked at it with that blank, loving devotion.

"I will obey," Wendy said. She crawled off the bed and searched through the dorm until she found what she was looking for. Which apparently was Katie's collection of sex toys hidden in her closet. When she didn't come back out Alice took a peek to find her kneeling against the wall where the box had once been, legs spread with her hands behind her head. Each hole had a different vibrator in it. The stuffed animal sat on her head and her mouth lightly moved as if she was being whispered mantras to repeat by it.

"I struck gold with you," Alice said. She smiled at the lack of reaction. Just a slave brainwashing herself until she was to be used again. Literally a toy that put itself away. Alice might've said she was in love. Wendy deserved a reward for being such a good first slave and putting on a humiliating show that erotic.

Of course, what better reward than putting a collar on her bitch of a roommate, Valerie.