“So Miss Q, how are you feeling today?” I asked as I sat across from Indiana.
“What? Oh! giggle I’m super good!” Indiana replied as she snapped out of her daydream with a giant smile on her face.
“Well, I’m glad to hear that.” I replied as I wrote down a quick note in my case log.
Indiana had been under my care for a few weeks now, and while she claimed to be making progress in breaking her dependency on her ex, I wasn’t buying it.
I stood up and set her case log behind me as I walked over to her. Then I reached down and took hold of the baseball bat and tugged it away from her, “I see you’re still carrying this around with you.”
She pouted, though I wasn’t sure if it was from losing control of the bat or that I’d called her out on still holding on to it.
I smiled and lifted it over her and gave the top of her head a little bopp with the foam replica of her old weapon of choice.
“Oooooooo…” she let out in a moan as her eyes rolled back into her head and her whole body shivered as the chip that had been implanted when she arrived in my care triggered her pleasure centers.
“You really don’t need it you know.” I said and gave her another bopp, triggering another release of pleasure.
“Ahhhhhhh…”
“Alright now, say it for me.” I prodded.
“I… I don’t need him… I mean it!” I smiled and delivered another two quick bopps.
“OH GOD!” she cried out as a small orgasm triggered and her whole body stiffened, then shivered, then slumped in the chair.
I set the bat down between her legs and leaned it against her pussy before I walked back over to my chair and retrieved my case log. Uncapping my pen and wrote down a few quick notes:
Subject is starting to confuse her old weapon with her ex, a few more sessions and it should be easy to separate her from the weapon and him.
Subject has already responded well to the new wardrobe and style choices, caught her daydreaming part way through our session and suspect she was thinking about a full latex hood if I had to guess. Will confirm by bringing a latex hood to our next session and set it to the side and see her response.
Expect subject to be ready for deliver on time, if not a little early. Complete personality erasure expected to go smoothly in the coming weeks.I closed the case log and stuff my pen back into my shirt pocket before leaving the room. These kinds of cases were pretty straight forward, no real challenge at all if I was honest.
The chip would trigger either positive or negative reinforcement as necessary and since the client wasn’t concerned about the old personality, it was easy enough to deconstruct it and leave her nothing more than a living, breathing windup doll.
I walked down the hallway to another room and opened the door.
I smiled as Lidia came into view, Captain Ice was a much more interesting case.
The client still needed her to be the hero that she was famous as, but needed her to “back off” when she encountered him or any of his minions.
Breaking her mind had been challenging, it had taken weeks which had to be explained to the public as a secret mission.
Sending her back out incomplete had been a risk of course, but she’d been returning on time each week for her appointments. With time and effort she’d come along well and now was complete.
“Hello Lidia.” I stated matter of factly.
“Hello Doctor.” she replied with a little sneer on her lips.
I smiled with enjoyment back at her, “Do you know why you are here?”
“Because you’ve been programming me to ignore my nemesis you bastard.” she spat back.
I nodded, “Correct. Does that make you want to arrest me and take me to prison?”
She let out a low growl, “Of course it does!”
“And why don’t you?”
“Because… because… you work for him. And… and… I can’t make a move against him or anyone who works for him! ARRG! I so want to hit you so hard!” she cried out.
“Of course you do. Alright, now show me your tits and squat down and give me a blowjob.” I said as I stepped forward and she complied, her eyes dilating as the chip pushed pleasure through her body.
She sucked every last drop of cum she could from my balls and was rewarded with an orgasm for her efforts.
I left her on the floor, angry crying as she swore revenge, but I knew it would never come. A few more weekly visits would leave her joyful at complying with her new priorities.
I was going to be sorry to see her go, she had been an interesting case and I could only hope that my next one would present as many challenges and opportunities as she had.
