Chapter 7: Ruination
Alex hummed happily, tapping his steering wheel to the beat of the music. It was seemingly a normal Monday, just driving a friend to work. Or it would have seemed normal if that friend wasn’t moaning in the back seat, dressed like a slutty little bimbo fuckdoll, rubbing her cunt through her latex panties, the only thing keeping her from soaking Alex’s leather interior. Sophie was as dumb as could be, trained to orgasm spontaneously whenever she felt herself thinking too much with her brain instead of her pussy. She was being driven into work to resign her prestigious position, preparing to ruin her coworker’s perception of her as they discovered she’d become a happy little fucktoy, and rub herself silly while explaining to her boss that she simply couldn’t think enough to do her job, that she’s just too stupid and slutty now. Alex would make sure that she got an excellent severance package and that all of her coworkers would stay quiet about her new state, using his hypnotic powers and voice.
Beside Sophie in the backseat was her boyfriend and Alex’s best friend, Ryan, who, despite being fully clothed, felt far more delicious humiliation than Sophie did in her slutwear. He was ridiculously hard, his cock throbbing in his jeans, a wet patch of precum already developing on the front of them. He was always like this, always horny, hard, and aching to cum. It took all of his concentration to not palm his dick or pull it out and start jerking off, a feat not made easier by Sophie’s lewd moans and the squelching of her own self pleasure. He’d accepted that he belonged to Alex, that his best friend had absolute control over him, and more than that, that Ryan had suddenly become head over heels for Alex, a strange experience for the lifelong straight man. But Alex had become the man of his dreams, absolutely perfect in every way. Being around Alex made him feel like a mix between a horny teen boy and a girl with her first crush, desperate to please, blushing, and feeling butterflies in his stomach. And even though he loved it, loved Alex, loved the control Alex had over him, he was still humiliated by his state, the way he’d become a pathetic, simpering slut for his best friend. Which, honestly, just made him harder.
In the front seat sat Matt, the newest addition to the lifelong trio of friends. He’d only known any of them for the weekend, having been the bartender for Alex on Friday night. He’d ended up taking Alex home and finished the evening as his loyal, devoted slave. Alex was Matt’s god, a divine being worthy of worship, his master and owner, and, to his immense honor, his boyfriend. Matt had always been a dominant before this but Alex had effortlessly made him the perfect submissive bitch, eager and enthusiastic to help his master in anyway possible, especially if it involved using his past skills as a dom to get his master new slaves. He’d readily accepted his new situation, which made him all the more amused by Ryan’s humiliated state, his initial struggle against Alex’s total control, and now his massive crush on Matt’s new boyfriend, not that Matt wasn’t eager to share.
Matt couldn’t help but smirk, remembering how Ryan had begged for Alex’s cock, how he’d cried and pleaded, needing to be used like the pathetic little slut he was.
“You two are such a mess,” Matt chuckled, shaking his head as he glanced back at the pair in the rearview mirror, Sophie moaning and writhing, Ryan flushed and hard. “You’re both so fucking pathetic, so needy. It’s hilarious.” Matt’s words were cruel, but his eyes were soft as he looked at them, amusement and affection warring in his expression. He knew his master liked hearing him taunting Alex’s two best friends, and Matt certainly enjoyed it himself, but he didn’t actually hold any contempt for them, they were Master’s, just like he was, and that made them a team.
Alex was enjoying the lewd sounds mixing with the music as he pulled into the parking lot of Sophie’s office, shiny and bright, clearly a place where important people did important work, or at least work that they got paid handsomely for. It was time for Sophie’s slutty ruination, permanently altering the way any of the people inside would see the formerly brilliant and driven young woman.
“Sophie, darling, hands off your cunt for a moment. You’ll get lots more of that later, I promise, but I need you to have just a smidge of focus.” Alex said, turning over his shoulder to look at the writhing, mindless slut. She looked absolutely beautiful and pathetically slutty, dressed in a tiny, tight top, barely holding her tits in place, nipples prominently featured through the material, a skirt that was little more than a belt, and her slutty panties, all a glittery, bimbo pink latex, paired with sultry makeup, her long blonde curls, and a dainty gold necklace that proudly read ‘slut,’ not that Sophie could read anymore.
Alex looked glanced at Matt and Ryan. “Do you boys want to come in with us and watch Sophie’s little walk of slutty shame or do you want to stay here and watch from the security feed I accessed?” Alex asked. Alex was pleased the office’s high tech security cameras were easy to gain access to, allowing him to record what he was going to have Sophie do, and it also meant he didn’t need to bring Matt and Ryan in with them in order for them to watch. But if they wanted front row seats to Sophie’s degradation, they were also welcome to join.
Alex knew that they would both enjoy the show, that they would both get off on watching Sophie embarrass herself, on watching her debase herself for Alex’s pleasure.
Ryan’s breath hitched at the thought, his cock twitching painfully in his jeans. He wanted to watch, wanted to see Sophie reduced to nothing more than a mindless, drooling slut. He knew he was a sick, twisted fuck for wanting it, but he couldn’t deny the truth of his own desires. He wanted to see Sophie humiliate herself, wanted to see her degrade herself for Alex’s pleasure.
“Please, Alex, I’d like to come with. I’ll be quiet, I promise, I’ll be so good.” Ryan moaned at the thought. “Plus, Sophie’s coworkers have met me before, so they’ll see me be a pathetic cuck, your little bitch, just letting you parade my girlfriend around like a whore.” Ryan added, his voice breathy and desperate. He was so turned on by the thought, so aroused by the idea of being humiliated in front of Sophie’s coworkers, of being made to watch as she debased herself for Alex. He couldn’t believe how much he wanted it, how much he craved it, but he knew that it was the truth. He was a sick, twisted fuck, and he loved every second of it.
Alex smirked, his eyes gleaming with amusement and approval. “Good boy, Ryan. You’re learning so well. You’re becoming just as pathetic and needy as Sophie is.
I want you to watch as your girlfriend makes a complete and utter fool of herself for my pleasure. I want you to see her humiliate herself, to see her bring shame to your name and her own. And I want you to love every second of it, Ryan. I want you to be a good little cocksleeve and watch as your brainless slut of a girlfriend ruins her reputation and her career for my amusement. Now, get out of the car and let’s go inside, all of you,” Alex commanded, his voice firm and dominant as he stepped out of the car and walked towards the building entrance.
Ryan and Matt clambered out of the car, their eyes following Sophie as she stumbled out of the backseat, her body still writhing with pleasure.
Sophie stumbled out of the car after them, her mind a hazy mess of lust and submission, her body still trembling from her spontaneous orgasms. She looked up at Alex with adoring eyes, her mind completely blank, her only thought being to please her master and to get fucked as soon as possible.
Ryan hesitated for a moment, his heart pounding in his chest as he looked up at the office building. He was terrified of what was about to happen, terrified of what Alex would make Sophie do, and what he would make Ryan watch. Matt had no such hesitation, giving Ryan a cocky smirk and wrapping an arm around him. “Don’t worry, bitch boy, this is going to be great. Trust master and relax.” Matt said, patronizing yet comforting.
Alex led the trio through the lobby, his head held high, his steps confident and sure. He knew that he looked the part, that he fit in with the other well-dressed businessmen and women who they were about to see, but he also knew that he was different, that he stood out in a way that no one else did. He was confident, dominant, and in control, and he knew that it showed.
They stopped at the front desk, an attractive young pair of security guards stationed there. The young woman’s jaw dropped as she caught sight of Sophie but before she or her male coworker could do anything, Alex spoke with his powerful voice. “*Lock the doors. No one goes in or out until I’m done here. In the meantime, so you don’t get bored with no one passing through, you’re both dogs now. Dogs don’t wear clothes, they don’t speak, they just whimper, whine, bark, and yip, stupid little animals. That’s what you are now.*” Alex commanded, immediately bypassing any resistance either of them may have attempted.
Both security guards instantly frozen in place, eyes going wide with shock and confusion, but complied nonetheless. They quickly undressed, the woman’s uniform landing in a pile on the floor, her dog collar placed firmly around her neck. She knelt down on all fours, her back arched and her ass presented. The man followed suit, his collar snapped into place as he pantomimed a dog, whimpering and whining. Sophie looked on with blank, vacant eyes, her mind swimming with lust and need. She didn’t understand what was happening, but she didn’t care. She was Alex’s plaything, his slut, his bitch.
“*Now, you,” Alex said, pointing to the woman. “You’re not just a dog, you’re a bitch in heat, desperate to fuck, needing to breed. And of course, when a bitch is in heat, any nearby studs go into rut, needing to fuck and claim the bitch as their’s.*” Alex smiled cruelly, anticipating the inevitable pregnancy that these two would cause from their animalistic rutting. The female guard’s unprotected cunt would be absolutely full of her coworker’s cum by the time Alex and his trio returned. Matt snickered, his eyes gleaming with amusement and approval as he watched the duo transform into animals, their minds and bodies no longer their own. He loved seeing Alex’s power in action, the way he could reduce people to mere playthings with just a few words. He felt a surge of pride and adoration for his master, a heat spreading through his body as he watched the scene unfold, the man sniffing the air before mounting his bitch.
Alex opened the door to Sophie’s office, his eyes scanning the room. The office was large and airy, with floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the city skyline. It was impressive, a testament to Sophie’s success and drive.
But now, it would be the stage for her ultimate humiliation. Alex led the way, with Sophie shuffling behind him, her eyes glassy and her breath coming in short, desperate gasps. Ryan and Matt followed closely, Ryan’s hands fidgeting nervously in his pockets, while Matt strutted with an air of superiority, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.
Alex had no interest in the view or the decor. His eyes fell on the young woman sitting at the desk, typing away at her keyboard. She was dressed professionally, her hair pulled back in a tight bun, her glasses perched on the end of her nose. She looked up as Alex entered, her eyes widening in surprise as she took in the group behind him.
“Sophie?” she asked, her voice filled with concern. “What are you doing? And what… what happened to you?” Her gaze flicked over Sophie’s outfit, her brow furrowing in confusion.
“Sophie, are you alright? You look… different.”
Sophie giggled, a high-pitched, breathy sound that sent shivers down Ryan’s spine. “She’s fine, just a little… distracted. Isn’t that right, slut?” Alex said, his voice laced with cruel amusement. He placed a hand on Sophie’s shoulder, guiding her towards the office. “As for you, Bethany,” he said, his eyes narrowing as he looked down at the woman, “I believe this is your last day at work. A hot, young bitch like you is wasted here, and you know it. Seeing Sophie dressed like this just made it all clear to you. You want to be dumb and slutty too. You’re going to be the most enthusiastic bimbo porn star there’s ever been. You’ll do just about anything on film and you’ll be happier than ever.” Alex’s voice was a smooth, hypnotic purr, sinking into her mind, clouding her thoughts.
Bethany’s eyes fluttered, her body swaying slightly as she tried to maintain her focus. Alex stepped closer, his eyes never leaving hers as he reached out and tweaked one of her nipples through her blouse.
“You’ll never want to wear those frumpy uncomfortable clothes again, won’t you, Bethany? You’ll want to wear your hair down and curled, just like Sophie’s, won’t you?” Alex continued, his voice dropping to a low, seductive murmur.
“You’ll want to dress in the skimpiest of outfits, the sexiest of lingerie, and you’ll want to fuck and suck and take it all in every hole you have. You’ll love it, Bethany. You’ll crave it. And the best part is, you won’t have to think about a thing. You’ll be just as brainless and needy as Sophie here.”
Bethany’s eyes glazed over as Alex’s words took root in her mind, her body beginning to sway gently with each breath. She licked her lips, her mouth suddenly dry as her heart pounded in her chest.
She could feel her panties growing damp, her body responding to Alex’s words, to the way he was touching her. She wanted to resist, to fight against the feelings that were threatening to consume her, but she couldn’t. She was powerless against him, against his voice, his touch, his words.
“Yes,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “I want that. I want to be like Sophie.”
Alex smirked, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he looked down at Bethany. He knew he had her, that she was under his control now, just like Sophie and Ryan and Matt.
He loved the feeling of power that came with it, the knowledge that he could bend these people to his will with just a few words. He knew that he was a sick, twisted fuck for enjoying it so much, but he didn't care. He loved it, and he wasn't going to stop any time soon.
"Good girl, Bethany," Alex cooed, his voice a low, soothing murmur. “You’re going to love fucking, aren’t you, Bethany? You’re going to crave cock, beg for it, need it. And when you’re not fucking, you’re going to be in heat, desperate for release, needing to cum. But the only way you’ll be allowed to cum is if you’re a good little slut, if you star in lots of films.”
Bethany’s eyes fluttered closed, her body swaying more visibly now as Alex continued to speak, his voice wrapping around her like a warm, velvety blanket. She felt a strange, tingling sensation in her core, a heat spreading through her body.
She nodded, her voice barely more than a whisper. “Yes, Alex. I’ll be a good little slut. I’ll do anything you say.”
Alex stepped back, his eyes gleaming with triumph. “There’s a good girl. Now, turn around and pull up your skirt. Let’s show your coworkers what a slutty little whore you’ve become.”
Bethany complied without hesitation, her body moving on autopilot as she stood up and turned around, her hands reaching for the hem of her skirt. She pulled it up, revealing her lacy panties, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and arousal.
Alex smiled cruelly, knowing that her humiliation was just beginning.
“Good girl. Now, touch yourself. Make yourself wet for me, Bethany. Show everyone how much of a slut you’ve become.”
Bethany moaned softly, her fingers tentatively reaching down to touch herself through her panties. She could feel her own wetness, could feel how slick and eager she was for it. She rubbed herself, her eyes closed and her breath coming in quick, shallow gasps.
Ryan watched, his cock throbbing painfully in his jeans as he took in the sight of Bethany pleasuring herself. They’d come here to humiliate Sophie, but Alex had already made a successful, rising secretary into an aspiring porn star and two security guards into rutting animals in heat, almost certainly dooming them to an unplanned pregnancy. While his usual instinct would have been to be horrified, this was just incredibly arousing to him now. Alex was so powerful, so confident, so… perfect. Ryan felt like he could swoon, like some sort of fairytale princess watching her knight in shining armor, not a slave watching his best friend and master ruin people.
But he knew better than to argue with his own feelings, and besides, while Alex wasn’t exactly his knight in shining armor, he was more of a dark prince, descending from his tower to play with his toys.
Sophie moaned softly, her hand still absently rubbing against the seam of her latex panties, her body a constant hum of need and arousal. It was clear she had no idea what was going on around her, no understanding of the chaos Alex was leaving in his wake.
Matt was the only one who seemed relatively unaffected, though his eyes gleamed with amusement and pride as he watched Alex work, as Alex finished making Bethany into a horny, bimbo aspiring porn star. The poor girl, now a slutty whore, would have to fuck her way through life now. She’d never be normal again, doing whatever it took to become a successful porn star.
Well, at least she’d be happy.
Bethany sank to her knees, her hands now inside her panties, fingers furiously rubbing her clit as she moaned and squirmed. The room was filled with the wet, squelching sounds of her self-pleasure, the scent of her arousal filling the air.
Alex laughed coldly as he moved forward into the office space Sophie worked in, having the pink latex dressed slut lead the way, entering an open desk area, allowing every one of Sophie’s coworkers to see her long walk towards the boss’s office.
Alex looked around at the coworkers watching Sophie with slack-jawed expressions, most of them unable to comprehend what they were seeing. A few were frozen in place, some eyebrows raised, others with jaws dropped. The room was thick with tension, their eyes shifting to Alex, unsure of what was happening, or what they were seeing. Alex loved the power he had over the situation. He was the master of their reality; he was the one dictating the scene, totally in control, and he reveled in it.
“Sophie, say hi to all your colleagues, make sure they can’t possibly forget about you now that you’re leaving.” Alex cooed to her, pressing a hand to the small of her back so she’d continue into the room, giving everyone an eyeful of her slutty outfit and vacant expression.
Sophie stumbled forward, her hips swaying with every step, her body still humming with the constant arousal Alex had put her under. Her latex-clad ass bounced slightly with each step, her tits jiggling with the motion, her own hand still rubbing against her cunt through the thin latex barrier.
Sophie’s grin was wide and stupid, her eyes glassed over as she waved and giggled.
“Hi guys! I’m just here to say bye-bye! I’m a stupid slut now, and I’m leaving my job to be a fuckdoll for my master. Isn’t that so exciting?” She trilled, loud enough to carry to the far corners of the office.
Alex smirked, looking around at the shocked faces of Sophie’s coworkers. “See? I told you she’d be memorable.” He glanced at Ryan, who was red-faced and sweating, clearly equal parts embarrassed and aroused by the display.
Sophie kept moving, completely unfazed and unaware of the shock and growing arousal in the room, every eye on her.
Alex could see the mix of horror and lust on their faces, the way their gazes kept flicking between Sophie and him, trying to understand what was happening. It was delicious. He loved the power he wielded, the control he held over these people.
“Sophie, dear,” Alex purred, his hand still resting on her back, guiding her towards the boss’s office. “You know what to do now, don’t you?”
Sophie nodded eagerly, her grin widening. She pulled a piece of paper from her cleavage, where her ample tits pushed it up, and unfolded the crayon-written resignation letter. Scrawled on the paper, as though written by someone just learning to write was ‘Sophie slut dum. Sophie go fuck! Sophie leave. Byeeee!’ The page was decorated with pink hearts and a crude doodle of Sophie being fucked. She held it out proudly, letting everyone else see it as she and Alex went to the boss’s office door, the man within completely unaware of who was about to enter.
Sophie knocked loudly, giggling the whole time, making sure everyone else in the office could hear. She wiggled her ass enticingly, like she was begging to be fucked. Her boss opened the door, looking confused at first, but then his eyes widened as he took in the sight of Sophie. He looked past her, finally noticing Alex standing behind her, his smirk growing.
“Excuse me, who are you?” He said, clearly startled by Alex’s presence.
“Oh, hey there, boss man,” Alex purred, flashing the man a cocky smile. “I’m Alex, Sophie’s new master. She’s here to give you this.”
“Master?” The man echoed, looking even more confused.
“Of course,” Alex said nonchalantly as he held open the door ushering Sophie inside, forcing the authoritative man backwards into his office before shutting the door behind him. He casually took the seats in front of the desk for him and Sophie, clearly waiting for the man to sit in his own chair. “We have a lot to discuss, Mr… Bowman.” Alex smirked, reading the boss’s name placard.
Mr. Bowman moved to his seat, clearly stunned by the situation. “I-I must say, I’m not sure I understand what is happening here. This is highly unusual.” The man awkwardly stuttered out, wanting to maintain some semblance of control over the situation in his office. “Sophie, you- you’re dressed like a harlot! It’s a completely unacceptable manner of dress! Frankly, I don’t understand what this ‘master’ business is all about. And is this crayon drawing meant to be a letter of resignation? Is this a joke? Because it’s not a good one.”
Alex tapped the crayon drawing on the desk, a wicked gleam in his eye. “But you’ll respect it, won’t you, Mr. Bowman? You’ll respect it because you know that Sophie is under my control now, and that you have no choice but to listen to what I say. Isn’t that right, Sophie?”
Sophie nodded vigorously, her eyes glazed over and her grin wide and vacant. “Yes, Master. He has to listen to you.”
Mr. Bowman looked taken aback, his eyes darting from Alex to Sophie and back again. Sophie spread her legs lewdly, shoving a hand down her latex panties and eagerly pleasuring herself with one hand, the other one fucking her mouth with her fingers.
“Sophie here tells me you live alone, no kids, no spouse, not even a pet. Which means, I think you need a little obsession, something to keep you going. Seeing Sophie like this is now the absolute hottest thing you’ve ever seen, ever even thought about. Nothing gets hotter than this, than her. And you’re fucking obsessed with it, just the mention of her is enough to get you cumming.” Alex ordered firmly, warping the man’s mind. “You’ll leave her alone, of course, only making any contact when she does first. But that is part of the fantasy. Sophie isn’t just a sexy, slutty bimbo whore, she’s specifically someone else’s property, not yours.” Alex leaned in, his eyes boring into Mr. Bowman’s. “You’ll never touch her, never have her, not even in your fantasies. But she’ll be the only thing you ever think about, the only thing you ever want. You’ll be obsessed with her, with how she looks, with the fact that she belongs to someone else, with the fact that you can’t have her. You’ll jerk off to thoughts of her all the time, and it will only ever make you want her more. You’ll be utterly and completely obsessed with her, and you’ll hate yourself for it.
You’ll be miserable and horny and desperate, and you’ll love every second of it. You’ll think about her constantly, dream about her, and the thought of her will consume you.” Alex’s voice was low and soothing, but the words he spoke were cruel and manipulative. He watched as Mr. Bowman’s eyes glazed over, his body beginning to tremble with need and desire.
Alex leaned back in his chair, a smug grin spreading across his face as he looked at Sophie, still eagerly pleasuring herself. “Good girl,” he cooed, his voice a low murmur.
“You’re going to love this, aren’t you, Mr. Bowman. You’re going to be so obsessed with Sophie, you’ll never even look at another woman again. You’ll be nothing more than a shadow, haunting the places you hope to catch a glimpse of her. You’ll be pathetic and desperate, and you’ll hate it. But you’ll also love it because it’s all you’ll have. You’ll be obsessed, Mr. Bowman.” Alex spoke with such authority, Mr. Bowman had no choice but to obey. “Obsessed enough, in fact, that you’ll change your payment details, making Sophie the recipient of 85% of your salary, just enough left over for you to live on, everything else devoted to your obsession with Soph. No strings attached, no expectations of reciprocation, you’re just her pathetic little paypig.” Alex stated confidently, leaning back in his chair, watching as the man’s body trembled under his words.
Mr. Bowman’s eyes fluttered, his body swaying gently, his breath coming in short, desperate gasps. He licked his lips, his mouth suddenly dry as his heart pounded in his chest. He felt a strange, tingling sensation in his core, a heat spreading through his body. He wanted to resist, to fight against the feelings that were threatening to consume him, but he couldn’t. He was powerless against Alex’s words, against his voice, his touch, his hypnotic gaze.
“Yes,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “I’ll do it. I’ll be obsessed with her. I’ll change my payment details. I’ll be your paypig, Sophie.”
Alex smiled, his eyes gleaming with triumph. “Good boy. Now, let’s discuss your new role as Sophie’s pig. You’ll enjoy the humiliation, the degradation, the knowledge that you’re nothing more than a pathetic worm, squirming at her feet.” Alex’s voice was smooth and hypnotic, his eyes never leaving Mr. Bowman’s as he spoke the words that would seal the man’s fate.
Mr. Bowman nodded, his body trembling with desire and need. His cock strained against his pants, desperate for release. He knew that he should be fighting this, that he should be struggling against Alex’s control, but he couldn’t. He was lost in a sea of lust and desire, unable to think clearly, unable to resist.
“You’ll never touch her or attempt to see her, contact her in anyway, or get any attention from her whatsoever. She won’t even know you’re obsessed, you’re so inferior, so beneath her stupid, slutty cuntbrained existence that she doesn’t think of you at all. Ever. And you fucking love it. You get so hard, knowing you’ve devoted your life to a girl who couldn’t give less of a shit about you. Every time you have to face a budgeting issue, you’ll be reminded of your place. You’ll cum hard and often, it’ll be a secondary obsession for you. Sophie first, always Sophie first, then jerking off.” Alex’s voice was a low, commanding murmur, sinking into the man’s mind, his body, making him a puppet, strings pulled by the master’s words.
“Yes,” Mr. Bowman moaned, his voice breathy and desperate. I’ll devote my salary to her, I’ll be her paypig. I’ll be obsessed, pathetic, degraded, and I’ll love every second of it.”
Alex smirked, his eyes glinting with satisfaction as he looked down at the man, now completely under his control. “There’s a good boy. Now watch Sophie cum, watch as she gets dumber and sluttier with each touch of her needy clit. You’ll never be blessed by this sight ever again. So enjoy it, pig.” Alex commanded, his voice low and sultry as he watched Mr. Bowman’s eyes flick to the writhing, moaning Sophie. “You’ll never see another woman like her, so cherish this moment. You’ll never get to touch this perfect body, so you’ll have to make do with your own hand, jerking off until you’re raw to thoughts of her.” Alex leaned back in his chair, crossing his legs casually, a smug grin spreading across his face as he watched his new pig squirm and moan, his cock straining painfully against his pants.
He knew that every fiber of the man's being was screaming at him to look away, to turn his eyes back to Alex, but his body betrayed him, his eyes glued to the sight of Sophie, her body writhing and shaking as she brought herself closer and closer to orgasm.
The room was filled with the wet, squelching sounds of Sophie's self-pleasure, the scent of her arousal filling the air. Alex could see the way Mr. Bowman's cock was straining against the fabric of his pants, could see the damp patch of pre-cum that was already forming.
He loved the power he had, the way he could reduce people to mindless, drooling messes with just a few words. It was a heady feeling, intoxicating, and he reveled in it.
Ryan shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his breath coming in short, desperate gasps as he watched the scene unfold before him. He couldn't believe what he was witnessing, couldn't believe the things Alex was making people do. It was amazing and so hot. He knew Alex had put that thought in his head and that just made it hotter. He whimpered and whined, watching from the corner, humping his hand, a contrast to Alex’s nonchalant behavior and Matt’s reserved, cool demeanor. Sophie moaned, still rubbing her cunt through her pink latex panties, her eyes glazed over with lust and desire. She didn't even notice Mr. Bowman, instead her eyes were fixed on Alex, her master, her need for him palpable.
Alex watched, a smirk playing on his lips as he leaned back in the chair, his eyes never leaving Sophie. Her breath was coming in short, desperate gasps, her body writhing with pleasure as she brought herself closer and closer to orgasm.
“Come for me, Sophie. Come for your master,” Alex commanded, his voice low and sultry.
He wanted to see her shatter in front of Mr. Bowman, wanted to see her fall apart at his command.
Sophie let out a high-pitched moan, her body tensing as she came, her pussy clenching around her fingers as she rode out the wave of pleasure. Her eyes rolled back, her lids fluttering as she gasped for breath, her body trembling with the force of her orgasm.
Alex smiled cruelly, his eyes never leaving Sophie as she came down from her high. He knew that she would be ready for more in no time, her body craving his touch, his control.
He couldn't wait to see her beg, to hear her whimper and plead for more, for his cock, for his dominance.
Alex turned his attention back to Mr. Bowman, his smile widening into a wicked grin. "Now, let's discuss your new role as Sophie's pig. You'll enjoy the humiliation, the degradation, the knowledge that you're nothing more than a pathetic worm, squirming at her feet. You'll touch yourself, imagining it's her hand, but it'll never be her. You'll never be good enough for her.
You'll never even be able to touch her, not even with your mind. She'll be out of your reach forever, and you'll be nothing but her paypig, her pathetic little bitch. But in your misery, you'll find pleasure, because that's all you'll have left. You'll find ways to make yourself cum, ways to make yourself feel good, because you'll be too pathetic and desperate to do anything else. And every time you cum, you'll think of her, of how much better she is than you, of how lucky she is to have someone like me, a real man, a real master.
You'll hate yourself for it, but you'll love it too, because it's all you'll have left." Alex's voice was a low, soothing murmur, a hypnotic lullaby that wrapped around Mr. Bowman's mind, weaving a web of humiliation and need. "You'll be my pet, Sophie's pet, a pathetic little worm squirming at her feet, begging for her attention, her touch, her love. But she'll never give it to you, because you're not worth it.
You're nothing more than a worm, a maggot, a piece of shit. And you'll know it, every time you want her, every time you think about her, every time you touch yourself. You'll know that you're nothing but garbage, and you'll hate yourself for it. But you'll also love it, because it's all you have left. You'll live in your own filth, and you'll wallow in it, because that's all you're good for. You're just a paypig, a pathetic little bitch, and you'll never be anything more. Now, touch yourself, pig.
Show me how pathetic you are, how desperate you are to feel pleasure, even if it's only with your own hand. Come on, pig, I want to see you cum, I want to see you shoot your pathetic little load all over your desk, all over the papers that remind you of your failure. I want to see you writhe and squirm, I want to see you beg for more, I want to see you completely and utterly humiliated, just like you deserve to be.
Mr. Bowman’s body trembled as Alex’s words sank in, his cock aching painfully in his pants.
He couldn’t remember a time he’d been so turned on, so desperate to cum. He wanted to fight it, to resist Alex’s control, but his body betrayed him, his hand reaching down to tentatively stroke his aching cock through his pants.
Alex’s eyes gleamed with triumph as he watched Bowman struggle, his body writhing and squirming with need. “That’s it, pig. Touch yourself. Show me how pathetic you are, how desperate you are for release.
Come on, pig, I want to see you squirm, I want to see your humiliation. Come for me, pig. Cum for me.” Alex watched with amusement as Mr. Bowman began to stroke himself through his pants, his eyes glazed over with lust and need. Alex turned his attention to Sophie, who was seemingly oblivious to everything happening around her. Her body was still trembling with residual pleasure from her orgasm, her eyes glassy and unfocused.
“Sophie, darling, I think it’s time for another round, don’t you?
You’re looking a little too alert for my liking.” Alex purred from across the room, his eyes never leaving Mr. Bowman as the man writhed and moaned, his hand moving furiously over his cock.
Sophie giggled, her eyes flicking to Alex as she obediently started to rub herself again, her fingers once again finding their way under her latex panties. Her body was already eager, her pussy still sensitive from her last orgasm. She moaned softly, her eyes glazing over as she lost herself in the pleasure of her touch.
“Yes, Master,” she whispered, her voice breathy and eager. “I want to cum again. I want to feel your control, your power.”
Alex smirked, his eyes flicking from Sophie to Mr. Bowman, who was now panting and moaning, his hand working furiously over his cock. But first, I think it’s time for you to do something for me, for us. Show our little piggy here how slutty and desperate your body is. Show him what a true whore you are.”
Sophie’s eyes widened slightly, a flush of excitement and arousal spreading across her cheeks.
She knew what Alex was asking, what he wanted from her. She knew that he wanted her to degrade herself, to humiliate herself for his pleasure, and for the pleasure of the pathetic pig in front of them. She didn’t care. All she wanted was to please her master, to make him happy, to make him proud.
“Of course, Master,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. She shifted in her seat, spreading her legs wide, giving Mr. Bowman a clear view of her latex-clad cunt.
Sophie eagerly pulled her panties aside, exposing her glistening, swollen pussy to the man, her fingers already dancing over her clit, rubbing and circling. She moaned softly, her eyes locked on Alex, seeking his approval.
Alex nodded, a cruel smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “That’s my good girl. Show him how slutty you are, how much of a filthy whore you’ve become.”
Sophie’s moans grew louder, her fingers moving faster as she rubbed her clit, her other hand squeezing and tugging at her nipples through the latex top. She was eagerly losing herself in pleasure, rubbing away every single one of her pathetic thoughts. She didn’t need them, didn’t want them, she just wanted to cum for her master, to be her best friend’s filthy, stupid whore.
“Look at her, pig,” Alex said, his voice low and commanding as he watched Mr. Bowman’s body tremble with need, his hand still inside his pants, stroking his cock desperately. “Just look at how she touches herself, how she spreads herself for anyone who’ll watch. She’s desperate, pathetic, a filthy little slut who’ll do anything for a touch, a taste, a taste of my cock.”
Mr. Bowman’s breath was coming in short, desperate gasps as he watched Sophie pleasure herself, his own hand moving faster and faster over his rock-hard cock.
He was so incredibly turned on by what he was witnessing, by the sight of Sophie touching herself so eagerly, so shamelessly. He knew he should feel disgusted, ashamed even, but he couldn’t. All he could feel was lust, pure and intense.
Sophie’s moans grew louder, her body writhing and shaking as she brought herself closer and closer to the edge. Her eyes were locked on Alex, her master, her need for him clear in the way her body moved, the way her fingers danced over her clit.
She was so close, so ready to explode, her body aching for release.
“Cum for me, Sophie. Show our little pig here how much of a slut you really are,” Alex commanded, his voice low and sultry, wrapping around Sophie like a warm, velvet blanket.
“Make him see how much of a pathetic, desperate little whore you are. Make him understand just how much you belong to me, just how much I own you, body and soul.”
Sophie’s eyes glazed over with lust and need as she looked at Alex, her fingers working feverishly between her legs, her clit swollen and throbbing with desire. “Yes, Master,” she moaned, her voice breathy and desperate. “I want to cum for you, Master.
I want to please you, to make you proud.” Sophie panted, her body writhing with need as she brought herself closer and closer to the edge.
Alex smirked, his eyes never leaving Sophie as she worked herself into a frenzy. He knew exactly what she needed, what she craved, and he was more than happy to give it to her.
“That’s right, Sophie,” Alex purred, his voice low and sultry. “Give in to it. Let go. Show Mr. Bowman here just how much of a filthy, pathetic slut you really are.
Cum for me, Sophie. Cum for your master.”
Sophie's body convulsed as she came, her pussy clenching around her fingers as waves of pleasure washed over her. She let out a loud, desperate moan, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm. Her eyes rolled back in her head, her lids fluttering as she gasped for breath, her body trembling with the aftershocks of her release.
Alex watched, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he took in the sight of Sophie, her body wracked with pleasure.
He turned his attention to Mr. Bowman, who was now panting and moaning, his hand furiously working his cock through his pants.
“Look at her, pig. See how she responds to me, to my voice, to my control. She’s mine now, completely and utterly. And you, you’re just a pathetic little worm, squirming and begging for scraps from the table. You’ll never have what she has, never feel what she feels. All you’ll ever have is your own hand and your own filth. Isn’t that right, pig?”
Mr. Bowman nodded, his body trembling with a mix of humiliation and lust.
“Good, you pathetic worm. I think this has been an exceptionally productive exit interview, don’t you? Have fun cumming to this one meeting for the rest of your life, boss man. This is all you get, because I don’t have any intention of letting you see your obsession ever again. Say bye-bye to the sole object of your desires, my stupid whore Sophie.” Alex said mockingly, smirking as he stood up and moved to the door, knowing his slaves would follow. “Don’t worry though, worm. I’ll make sure that security lets you make a copy of the footage from today’s events. Your personal little porno.” Alex sneered, his hand already on the doorknob, ready to leave. “Enjoy your new life, pig.” With that, he opened the door, stepping out into the hallway, Sophie and Ryan stumbling after him, while Matt followed leisurely. The office was silent and still, the only sounds the rapid, desperate breathing of Mr. Bowman, and the wet squelching of Sophie still fingering herself.
Ryan shuffled along behind Alex, his face flushed with a mix of embarrassment, arousal, and disbelief, while Sophie giggled and moaned, still lost in her own world of pleasure and obedience.
She was walking down the hallway with her hand still shoved down her latex panties, delighting in the filthy display of public indecency.
Matt brought up the rear, his congenial demeanor a stark contrast to the trio ahead of him. He walked with his hands in his pockets, a smirk playing on his lips as he took in the sheer insanity of the situation. He couldn't help but admire Alex's skill, his ability to bend people to his will with just a few words. It was incredible, and Matt found himself more drawn to Alex than ever before.
“Say goodbye to your colleagues, Sophie. Give them one last good look at the happy little whore you’ve become. Especially make sure to wave to Bethany, after all, she’s going to become a bimbo porn star because of you!” Alex cooed, like directing a toddler instead of an adult woman.
“Sophie, be a good girl and let them have a peak. Flash them your tits and your cunt, let them see how wet you are for your master.”
Sophie giggled, her cheeks flushed with excitement and arousal. She obliged with a gleeful grin, her hands quickly undoing her top and letting her large, latex-covered tits spill out. She was delighted to put on the show Alex wanted, a filthy and perverted display of her newfound role. Her body responded eagerly to the exhibitionism, her nipples hardening to tight points against the latex.
She spread her legs wide, giving her coworkers a clear view of her glistening, swollen pussy, still slick and wet from her most recent orgasm. She heard gasps and whispers from her colleagues, but she didn't care. All that mattered was pleasing her master, showing him how much she enjoyed being his filthy little whore.
As they passed by the office of Sophie's former coworker, Bethany, Sophie made sure to give her a special wave, her fingers still buried deep in her pussy.
Bethany looked up from her desk, her eyes widening in shock as she took in the sight of Sophie, her once prim and proper coworker now reduced to a giggling, latex-clad slut.
Bethany's cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and arousal, her body responding to the sight of Sophie's depraved display. She couldn't believe what she was seeing, couldn't believe that Sophie was behaving this way in the middle of the office. But at the same time, she found herself getting wet, her body aching with a strange, unfamiliar need. Alex had ordered her to become a stupid, bimbo porn star, to make being dumb and horny her entire life’s ambition and focus. She felt her mind dulling as Sophie walked by, a giggle escaping her lips as she dreamed of taking cocks on camera. She wanted to be just like Sophie, to be a stupid, slutty, horny bitch, to make men cum with just a look. She wanted to be railed by big, thick cocks until her pussy was raw and sore. She wanted to be filled up, to feel a cock deep inside her, to be utterly and completely used.
She stood up from her desk, her body trembling with need and desire. She knew she should be horrified, should be fighting against the feelings that were consuming her, but she couldn’t. She wanted this, wanted to be used and abused, wanted to be a dumb, horny slut.
She needed to be. She wasn’t sure how she knew it, but she did. It was as if a switch had been flipped in her brain, and now she was just a brainless, needy bimbo, desperate for cock. She wanted to be fucked, wanted to be nothing but a sex doll, a dirty little whore.
Bethany looked at the chair she’d just left, her heart pounding in her chest. She couldn't believe what she was thinking, what she was feeling. But she knew she had to act on it, had to give in to the need that was consuming her.
She moved towards the door, her body shaking with need and desire. She had to find a cock, had to get fucked. She needed it more than anything else in the world.
“Bethany? Where are you going?” a coworker asked, looking up from her desk as Bethany passed by.
Bethany didn't stop, didn't even acknowledge the question. She just kept walking, her body on autopilot as she followed the need that was consuming her.
“Bethany, stop!” the coworker called out again, but Bethany didn't listen. She couldn't.
Her mind was already on the thrill of what was to come, the feel of a hard cock filling her, stretching her out. She opened the door to the break room, her eyes scanning the space, seeking out the nearest available man. She spotted a few, but her gaze fell on one in particular—a young intern named Jake, who had been eyeing her for weeks. She smirked, knowing he'd be perfect for her needs.
"Jake," she purred, her voice low and sultry, her body moving with a newfound confidence and sexuality. She sauntered towards him, her hips swaying suggestively, her eyes locked onto his.
She could see the surprise and desire in his eyes as he took in the sight of her, the change in her demeanor. She knew that he wouldn’t expect this from her, from the quiet, reserved Bethany. But that Bethany was gone, replaced by a dumb, horny slut desperate for cock.
“Bethany, what are you doing?” Jake stammered, his eyes wide with shock and arousal. “You can’t just… just come in here and… and do this.”
Bethany smiled, a smug, confident grin spreading across her face. “Yes, I can,” she purred, her voice low and sultry. “And I am.
I’m a dumb, horny slut now, Jake. I need cock. I need to be filled up, fucked raw. I crave it, Jake. I’m not leaving here until you give me that thick cock of yours. I’m going to ride you until you cum, and then I want you to keep going, fucking me until you can’t walk straight.” Bethany's voice was low and sultry, her words dripping with need and desire. She moved closer to Jake, her body pressing against his, her hands reaching up to tangle in his hair.
As Sophie, Alex, Matt, and Ryan left the floor Sophie had worked on, they could hear the sounds of the bimbo Bethany had become being brutally railed, fucked so hard that she really was losing brain cells. Jake would become her manager after this, the two of them leaving to get Bethany the porn star career she needed. The office was filled with the sounds of grunting and moaning, the squelching sounds of Bethany’s new, sluttier pussy as she took the young intern hard, becoming the dumb, horny slut she’d always wanted to be. Alex noticed the sounds and smirked, knowing his power was only growing.
As they descended into the lobby, Alex stepped into the elevator first, with Ryan and Sophie following, while Matt leisurely leaned against the wall of the elevator, seemingly unbothered by the chaos surrounding him.
As they returned to the front desk, Alex saw the doggified security guards still fucking, still in heat, clear evidence of the man’s numerous orgasms straight into the woman’s unprotected womb. They’d definitely be becoming parents, having a litter of their own. Alex whistled, getting the ‘dog’s’ attention. “You two, you can stop believing you’re dogs. You can be people again, though you’ll now always want to be a puppy slut in the bedroom, your sexuality completely rewired by this experience.” Alex commanded, allowing the animalistic fog lift from the security guards’ minds. “This bitch is almost certainly going to be knocked up with the sheer quantity of cum inside of her womb, so have fun with that, doggies.” Alex said with a hearty laugh, as the security guards groaned and struggled to stand, their minds still foggy from the intense, prolonged fuck session, their bodies aching from the intensity of it all.
Alex led his trio of loyal servants out of the building, back to the car, where they’d now be driving to a tattoo parlor, marking them all permanently as Alex’s property. He could feel the power flowing through his veins, the excitement of what he’d just done and what was coming next. Alex felt unstoppable. He felt powerful. He was desired, wanted, needed, and respected.
Alex knew this power had corrupted him, he wasn’t stupid. He knew that previously, he never would have wanted to treat his two best friends the way he had, that he was the last guy you’d expect to have an absurdly hot, devoted boyfriend. And he loved it. He’d felt so weak, so alone, tossed to the side by Sophie and Ryan, even if they didn’t mean it. Now he was better, better than before, better than them.
As they all climbed into Alex’s car, he turned over his shoulder to look at Ryan. They’d been best friends for so long, had been through so much. But, even with Ryan under his control, he still seemed to want Alex to feel bad, to feel guilty. It was the one issue in his perfect new life… and he knew exactly how he’d fix it.
Ryan couldn’t quite guess the look on Alex’s face. He used to think he was an expert at reading him but he’d recently had no clue what he was thinking, and he even doubted that he’d ever really understood his own best friend.
“Matt, Sophie, go blank for me. Turn off your minds. I need a moment to talk to Ryan.” Alex commanded, his voice cold and even, looking right at Ryan. He knew Sophie and Matt would obey, that they’d empty themselves out for him. Matt leaned back in the seat, his eyes glazing over, becoming vacant, his expression blank. Sophie’s breath hitched, her eyes fluttering closed as she went slack, her face softening, her body relaxing into the seat.
Alex turned his attention back to Ryan, his expression unreadable. “Ryan, I need to know if you’re truly on board with this. With me. I can’t have any doubts, any lingering feelings of guilt or regret. You need to be all in, or you need to step out.”
Ryan hesitated, his eyes flicking from Alex to the blank faces of Sophie and Matt, and back again.
He knew what Alex was asking, what he wanted. But he wasn't sure if he could give it to him. He loved Sophie, loved her more than anything. And seeing her like this, seeing how Alex was treating her, was tearing him apart. But at the same time, he couldn't deny the way his body responded to her, to Alex's control. He was hard just from watching her, from hearing the sounds she made as she pleasured herself. He knew he should be disgusted, should be fighting against this, but he couldn't. All he could think about was how much he wanted to join in, to be a part of this.
To be on his knees, sucking Alex’s cock while Sophie moaned and writhed on the floor beside him. He wanted to feel the sting of a whip, the burn of a crop as Alex marked his skin with words of ownership. He wanted to be a submissive, a pet, a possession. He wanted to be Alex’s.
“Ryan, answer me. Are you all in, or do you need to step out?” Alex pressed, his voice hard and unyielding. “If you have even an ounce of hesitation, I need to know. Now.”
Ryan took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. He knew what he wanted, what he needed. He just had to say it.
He had to give in to the need that was consuming him, that was burning through his veins, that was making him crave Alex with every fiber of his being. He knew it was wrong, knew that he should be fighting against this, against the way Alex was treating them, against the way he was treating Sophie. But he couldn't. All he could think about, all he could focus on, was how much he wanted this, how much he needed it. He loved Sophie, loved her more than anything, but he couldn't deny the way his body responded to this, to Alex's control.
Alex was far better at reading Ryan than Ryan had ever been at reading him. A dark, cruel smirk spread across his face, he could see the need in Ryan’s features, but he could also see the hesitation. That’s what he was going to crush.
“Ryan, listen to me. You love me. More than anything, more than anyone. You’re obsessed with me, with everything about me. I am perfect. I am infallible. Every decision I make is the correct one. You will never, ever doubt me again. I. Own. You. Completely and totally.” Alex said firmly, speaking directly to Ryan’s deepest, strongest thoughts, the part that held the most sway over him. “Everything you feel for me already, magnify it. Want it more. Need it more. Find any ounce of hesitation in your mind. Crush it for me. Destroy it. Do it for me, your best friend, the love of your life, the center of your universe.”
Alex’s voice was like a hypnotic melody, weaving its way into Ryan’s mind, wrapping around his thoughts, and bending them to its will. Ryan’s breath came in short, quick gasps, his body trembling with the force of his need, his eyes glazed over with lust and desperation. He could feel the hesitation fading away, replaced by an overwhelming, all-consuming desire. He wanted Alex, needed him with every fiber of his being. He was nothing without him, nothing but a pathetic, desperate shell, aching for his touch, his control.
He needed it, needed Alex more than he needed air. He didn't care about Sophie anymore, didn't care about the way Alex was treating her, the way he was using her. All he cared about was Alex, all he wanted was to please him, to make him happy.
"Yes, Master. I'm all in. I'm yours completely and totally. Everything I am, everything I have, everything I feel, belongs to you. I'm yours, Master. I'm your pathetic little whore, your desperate little bitch. I exist only to serve you, to please you, to make you happy. I need you, Master.
I need your cock, your control, your dominance. I’m nothing without you, Master. Please, Alex, please take me, use me, break me. I’m yours, Master. I’m your pathetic little whore, your desperate little bitch. I exist only to serve you, to please you, to make you happy.” Ryan’s voice was hoarse and desperate, his eyes filled with lust and need. He was panting, his body trembling with the force of his desire. He wanted Alex, needed him more than he’d ever needed anything in his life.
He was a willing slave, no, a desperate one, one who craved his touch, his words, his very presence. He’d do anything for him, be anything for him. He was Alex’s, completely and utterly.
Ryan felt his heart swell with love and devotion. It was an intense, all-consuming feeling that left him breathless and aching. He was Alex’s, now and forever, and he couldn’t wait to prove it to him.
Alex smiled, his eyes glinting with satisfaction and approval. He could see the change in Ryan, could feel the shift in his dynamic with him.
It was like he'd inserted a key into a lock, and suddenly everything fell into place. Ryan was his, fully and completely.
Alex turned his head back to the road, a smirk playing on his lips as he remembered his plans for the tattoo parlor. It would be a constant reminder, a brand, marking him as Alex's possession.
He could feel Sophie and Matt stirring in the backseat, their minds coming back online after their blank state.
“Good job, you two. I appreciate you letting me have a moment alone with Ryan. I think he’s feeling much better now.” Alex said, calm and smug. He pulled out of the parking lot, beginning the drive to the tattoo parlor.
They were all going to get matching tattoos, a sign of their unbreakable bond. Sophie would get a permanent reminder of her place as Alex's slutty little whore, Ryan as Alex's pathetic, desperate little bitch, and Matt would get a tattoo signifying his status as Alex's devoted servant.
As they pulled up to the tattoo parlor, Alex could see the flickering neon sign, the flashing lights casting a rainbow of colors amidst the sunny weather. Together, they exited the car, the four of them entering the parlor together. Alex approached the front desk, currently occupied by a hot goth woman.
“Afternoon. My friends are looking to get tattoos together, nothing too complicated. As well as some piercings for the girl,” Alex said, gesturing to his companions, specifically Sophie as ‘the girl,’ his tone friendly as he had no reason to be anything else to this woman. “You guys have time to take us on right now?” Alex slid a sheet of notes on his requests. His designs were simple, nothing gaudy, honestly, he thought they were even a touch classy in comparison to what he could have done based on his searches of ‘slave tattoos.’ Each of his slaves would receive an ‘A’ on the nape of their neck, obviously Alex’s initial, subtle but clearly visible. They would also have ‘Owned & Obedient’ tattooed above their groin, something they could see but few others would. As for Sophie, the bimbo whore would be getting clit and nipple piercings, making her look even sluttier. Alex was practically salivating at the thought, his cock aching painfully in his pants. He could already imagine the way the metal would glint in the light, the way her body would shudder with pleasure and pain as she was pierced and tattooed. He couldn't wait to break her in properly, to watch her squirm and beg for more.
The goth woman at the front desk read over the designs, her eyes widening slightly at the words 'Owned & Obedient' and 'A.' She looked up at Alex, a smirk playing on her lips. "You seem to have some... specific requests here.
"Yeah, that's right, sweetheart. You're owned. You belong to him now," the goth woman said, her voice laced with amusement as she looked at Sophie. "You ready to get some additional holes and marks to drive that point home?"
Sophie giggled, her eyes glazed over with lust and arousal. "Yes, Mistress. I'm ready. I want to be marked, owned, used. I want to be Alex's whore."
The goth woman raised an eyebrow, a small smile playing on her lips. "Well, aren't you a little eager beaver? I like it.” She looked at Matt and Ryan as well, the arch of her eyebrow raising further. “And you boys too? You sure are lucky to have an owner who wants to permanently mark you this way.”
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