Brenda looked at the syringe with the blue-green liquid in it and frowned.
She could at least still frown, even if she couldn’t resist David’s other commands.
She was sure it was the same cocktail of drugs that David had injected in her, that had made her into his personal plaything.
They’d worked in the same lab together, researching how the brain reacted to various drugs, when she’d found a strange sideeffect to one of them. The primary effect was a sleep aide, but the sideeffect seemed to make the person talk in their sleep quite a lot.
She’d noted it down and passed it over to David to verify the results.
A week later she’d felt the stab of a needle in her buttocks and had almost gotten turned around enough to slap David when her world started to spin and darkness crept into her mind.
Since then she’d found out that she’d missed what the sideeffect really was… it wasn’t sleep talking, it was the complete opening up of the mind. The talking was just the way the body handled the mind’s need to express itself.
David had figured out that just as the mind was outputting speech, it was accepting input from the auditory systems as well.
He’d put a pair of headphones on her, and a few hours later, had a perfectly submissive slut ready and waiting for him when she woke up.
She let out a sigh and pushed herself upright off the table, she was going to have to get changed before Jennifer arrived.
Jennifer was the daughter of the CEO at the company that they worked at. Brenda had been friends with her since grade school, and when David had found out that little tidbit of information, a new plan had hatched in his mind.
After all, while Brenda was beautiful and completely dedicated to David’s pleasure, she wasn’t rich, or powerful, just useful.
Jennifer on the other hand… she was rich, beautiful and connected. She’d made a great wife for him… with a few adjustments of course.
David had already told Brenda that she’d remain useful, just no longer in the lab. Instead, she’d be a good maid for them once David took over the rest of Jennifer’s family of course.
Brenda walked out of the living room and upstairs to get changed into something more… appropriate to see her friend in, but also something she could hide the syringe in, at least until she had her chance.
Most of her mind was screaming out in horror that she was about to betray her friend, but a small part, one she tried to ignore, was happy that she’d have her best friend to talk to about David and what he’d done to them both.
