That night, Anna again sat before her computer, entranced by the virus program Randy had sent her. She had quickly gone under, and was now fully immersed in the program's hypnotic control, blank eyes staring at the screen, empty ears soaking in the strange sounds.
Under the control of the program, she had removed her clothing and begun masturbating, slowly sliding her finger in and out of her vagina. As she did, she repeated the words the program showed her.
"Once I am alone every night, I will come to this site. "
"Randy is a very good friend. He is very smart, and cares about me. I should listen to him and do as he says."
"When I am like this, I will obey any command given me."
"My trance word is 'fatcat'. If someone tells me, 'Obey, fatcat." I will enter a state just like this and unquestioningly do as that person says. I will be that person's willing slave."
Suddenly, the program deepened her rapidly, and Anna's head rocked back as she orgasmed at the same time. She moaned softly, and continued her finger's motion inside her.
Again, the computer flashed the words and she repeated them.
"When I am like this, I will obey any command given me."
"My trance word is 'fatcat'. If someone tells me, 'Obey, fatcat." I will enter a state just like this and unquestioningly do as that person says. I will be that person's willing slave."
The program deepened her again, and her head dropped forward.
A last line appeared on the computer screen, and Anna said, "I will get the phone when it rings."
The phone rang.
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It's not a telemarketer, is it?
Fatcats are the best kind
getting randy on the phone
As a matter of fact, it is.
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