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  “I need you to do this for me,” he said, sending over a link.

  “No links,” she informed him. She wasn’t falling for that plan. There were a lot of desperate guys out there obsessed with showing women pictures of their dicks. Sure Vanessa saw the appeal of being watched but not the appeal of ambushing someone with an unflattering picture of herself. Guys were weird.

  “Ten thousand credits if you perform,” he informed her, changing his offer, “a thousand to just look.”

  She snorted, “Yeah right!”

  Vanessa wasn’t buying any of this. She was getting close to kicking him out so she could get back to begging for credits but then to her surprise that guy actually went ahead and paid her the full thousand credits. Even the rest of the chat was shocked.

  “See I’m serious,” he typed, “just please look. You can say no just look.”

  Usually she didn’t look but even if it was some dick picture it didn’t matter as she’d already been paid to take a look at it. She’d look at pictures of guys erections all day if she was getting good money for it.

  “Fine,” she sighed as she opened the link to just see what awful, grainy, picture this guy had snapped of himself.

  What opened wasn’t a picture of some cock. What actually opened was a small window that settled on her laptop’s screen and played a looping video of a pink spiral spinning around and around and around.

  Vanessa was completely baffled by what she was looking at. Why had some guy paid her one thousand credits for this? What was she even supposed to d… o…

  Slowly her thoughts slipped away as her eyes settled on that spiral. She was being sucked in and taken down to a state of trance. None of her viewers could see it happening as her face remained cut off the screen but she was already deeply under the spell of that hypnotic spiral.

  It was only when she was staring deeply into the spiral and her eyes were becoming used to the spinning of that pinkness that she began to register changing strings of text hiding just under the surface of that video.

  Her conscious mind was unable to properly register just what the words said as they flicked from one to the other too quickly for her to read yet her unconscious mind was absorbing it all up like a sponge.

  Every time that it looped the message was simply reinforced in her mind. It became stronger, it was pushed deeper, it became more intense yet on the surface Vanessa didn’t know what it was saying or what it was doing. However she would soon be aware as the hypnotic spiral took it time remodeling the depths of her mind.

  Vanessa felt completely dazed by the time she finally snapped out of her trance. She had no idea how long it had been and didn’t have much idea what had actually happened. She just knew that her head hurt.

  It took her a couple of moments to get her bearings and to realize where she was. She was still in front of her laptop and still had her webcam loaded up. She was still streaming herself live.

  She looked down at the chat to see what was going on. It was mainly just people asking the same thing she was along with asking if the video stream had froze. It appeared she’d been out for something close to half an hour.

  “What happened?” she groaned, rubbing her temple. The first person to respond was the person who had paid her such a large amount of credits and then sent her that weird video.

  “Hello Angel, finally awake?”

  “Yeah… did I doze off?”

  “Something like that. Did you enjoy the link?”

  The link? Her brain went digging through her memories and suddenly she remembered about the link and the spiral. Was it all something to do with this strange guy then?

  “Hey what did you do?” she demanded to know.

  She waited, staring at the chat to see just what his answer would be. Finally after what seemed like forever he finally gave her an answer.

  “Special stream time.”

  What did th… at…

  Suddenly Vanessa let out a giggle. What was she worrying about things for? She was being streamed right now, she was showing off her sexy body to guys all over the world. This wasn’t the time for her to be worrying about stuff or making her head hurt from thinking too hard, it was a time for her to have fun.

  “Hey everyone, wake up,” she cheered to the lingering names left lurking in the chat, “it’s time for Angel’s special stream to begin! Any requests?”

  The first response came from her current number one fan who told her, “Take off your top.”

  “Okay!” she replied as she grasped at the front of that nightwear and pulled it open, flashing her perky breasts to the screen.

  All those who had vanished when they thought her stream had broken missed the big reveal of her tits first popping out of her clothing yet those nipples being on display helped to draw them back. As soon as she went topless the numbers slowly began to flood back in to take a look.

  A little voice whispered from the back of her head about her cam’s view count rising and how she needed to get more to feel good. Seeing this many guys all looking at her was hot and was getting her excited but she needed more. She had to do whatever it took to keep them happy and to make more men look at her.

  “Like do my tits look good?” she asked the men, wiggling her chest from side to side, showing off her perky mounds to the camera.

  The response was a positive one but not a satisfied one.

  “Show more,” was the sort of cry which began to fill up her chat window.

  “Pussy too,” the guys demanded. They wanted to see more of her.

  When they asked Vanessa wanted to give. She hoisted her hips upwards and hooked her thumbs into the waistline of her panties and began to slide them down, wiggling herself from side to side as the fabric slid down her slender legs and slowly revealed her pussy to the camera.

  The chat flew into a flurry of cheers and the numbers began to flock in even faster. Vanessa felt amazing when she saw the view count soar upwards. Her exposed pinkness began to glisten with dripping juices as it made her feel excited and aroused.

  She flung her panties to the side and sat down naked for all those guys to see. This was nothing unusual she’d just done it a lot more willingly than normal and the rush she was getting from it was even stronger than that which usually filled her. It felt exhilarating.

  “Hmm it feels so good to be naked,” she moaned, rubbing a hand down the inside of her thigh, allowing her fingers to brush across her soft, needy, wetness.

  Slowly she began to touch and rub herself, small groans rolling from her lips as those touches became more intense, a gentle tease turning towards true masturbation. However before she got carried away with her self satisfaction more requests flocked into the chat.

  “Show face too,” was the demands from the audience. They were asking to see the one thing which Vanessa had never shown them. Sure she’d always wanted to be seen but she’d always done her best to protect her identity with the nicknames and the tactical cutoff.

  “No I can’t…” she began but as she said it she felt the voices swirling around in her mind.

  Do it, do it, they cried.

  Obey, obey, they ordered.

  Serve, serve, they demanded.

  Can’t resist, can’t resist, they informed her.

  They were right, they were all right. She had to do it. She had to obey. She had to serve. She couldn’t resist. The hypnosis was buried deep in her mind and she could not resist now that her new trigger had been activated.

  For the first time Vanessa zoomed her camera back so that it got a better view at her entire setup and at her. For the first time she allowed the camera to look at her face and not just her body.

  Crossing that taboo line she’d drawn for herself in the sand delivered a sudden, powerful, rush of feeling into her. A surge of pleasure raced through her veins as soon as she saw her own face reflecting back on the screen. It felt like she’d just orgasmed right there and then.

  Her viewers loved what they were seeing. Not only did
Vanessa have a sexy little body she also had a pretty face as well. They heaped the praise upon her.

  “Wow so beautiful,” suddenly popped up in the chat.

  “Hot hot hot.”

  “It’s a real angel!”

  She tingled in delight at having so many positive responses to her looks. She’d never hidden herself because she thought she was ugly but that didn’t stop the joy coming from those guys from making her feel euphoric.

  Feeling happy she blew a kiss into the camera, hoping to reach each and every one of her viewers.

  “Like thank you so much! That means so much to me,” she giggled, feeling all warm and giddy inside.

  “Now do more,” the guys instantly went back to demanding from her, “get toys.”

  As a camgirl she naturally had sex toys around the house that she could use and she just happened to have some of them close by that she could reach. Unable to deny them she reached over and picked up a large dildo.

  “Like this?” she asked, waving the purple sex toy in her hand.

  “Fuck pussy”, was the demands from the chat, being repeated again and again as more and more guys came flooding in. Her view count had already pushed up into the triple figures and was soaring higher. The chat was beginning to flow on by fast.

  With so many guys telling her to use that toy on herself she had no choice but to do so. The brainwashing had made her unable to resist them, whatever they wanted she gave them.

  “Okay boys, here it comes,” she informed them as she sprawled back and spread her legs apart. Sitting in such a slutty position she guided the head of that sex toy into her soaked pussy lips and began to push, slowly feeding the dildo inwards.

  It was amazing. Sure she was a pervert and pleasuring herself always felt good but it had been taken to a completely different level. This was nothing like her usual cam performances or her usual exhibitionist delights, this was mind numbing ecstasy.

  Vanessa hissed out a squealing moan as the length sunk into her wetness and the girth stretched her pussy open. Shivers raced down her legs as her toes twitched around and curled up tightly into the soles of her feet. It was like a wave of euphoria was rushing through her with every fold of her body that that toy grazed over.

  She couldn’t understand why this particular time felt so amazing. It was even obvious to the guys in chat that she was enjoying it to a pretty extreme degree.

  “Lol listen to her moan. What a slut.”

  “Did she cum already? Lol that squeal.”

  Vanessa couldn’t help all the noises she was letting out. If she didn’t live alone the sound and volume of her cries probably would have disturbed everybody else in the house. She was going crazy from fucking herself and she didn’t know why.

  That was when the mastermind behind it all returned to prominence to help explain things a little, to revel in his own genius for his own satisfaction.

  “You look like you’re enjoying yourself,” that mystery man explained in the chat, “I’m not surprised. That spiral was designed to turn you into a sex obsessed, obedient, bimbo slut. You should be more sensitive than ever.”

  She didn’t really know what he was talking about. She only faintly remembered the spiral and didn’t really think it had done much, if anything, to her yet her body felt unbelievably sensitive.

  Every rapid thrust of that thick toy sent another surge of pleasure racing through her. Every pound gave her a sudden dose of pleasure like she was experiencing an orgasm; what was an actual climax going to feel like then? Vanessa didn’t know but a small part of her feared if she found out she was going to go crazy. Only a small part though, a small part buried under the growing mist which was consuming her mind making it harder and harder to think.

  If Vanessa wanted any chance of not going completely brain dead from the pleasure she needed to make sure she didn’t keep over stimulating her sensitive body. Sadly she didn’t have a choice.

  “More toys,” the chat began to demand.

  “Ass too, double stuff.”

  “Dp!”

  The people wanted more from her. They weren’t satisfied with one toy in one hole anymore, they wanted to make it two for two and again she couldn’t resist any of them. The slight resistance from earlier was completely eroded too, there was no fight left in Vanessa.

  Around she reached to find another dildo which she could use to fill up the hole her fans demanded she stuffed. Quickly she grasped hold of a bright blue dildo, perfect for feeding their requests and her growing needs.

  First she lathered up the head quickly with her moaning, slurping, lips and once the toy was glistening with drool she pressed it down and lifted her hips, soon starting to press the new dildo inside of her body for all those guys to see.

  Even her taboo hole felt as sensitive and as wonderful as her pussy did once it was given its first taste of being filled. It caused Vanessa to squeal out once again as she double stuffed herself with her toys.

  Some in the chat seemed shocked, commenting things like, “OMG she’s actually doing it.”

  Others simply revelled in the moment. None of them, bar one, knew that she had no choice but to follow and obey.

  Despite the fact she had no choice but to follow orders she wasn’t exactly feeling bad about it. Being filled with two toys at the same time made Vanessa feel wonderful, both of them rubbing against her insides together was driving her insane.

  “Too good,” she squealed out as she rocked her hips up and down, rolling her wrists to really hammer herself, like she was being stuffed by two guys from both sides.

  That feeling of ecstasy which was circulating quickly through her body was growing even more intense with every second that passed, with every rub of those fake dicks within her tight holes. That dangerously powerful orgasm which threatened to warp her mind for good was being summoned.

  She couldn’t calm down, she just kept going and going, pumping her sensitive holes while being cheered on by the chat, making a slutty scene for all of her viewers. She’d never had such a high amount of people watching her before, it was making her go crazy with lust.

  Suddenly Vanessa felt it, a sudden surge in her loins. Her entire body began to tremble, hips bucking as a hissing groan squealed from her pursed lips. Her brain cell eroding orgasm was arriving on the scene.

  “I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” that slutty camgirl squealed towards the camera as all of her feelings of pleasure came surging out together at that one moment.

  Her insides tightened and her back arched, her hips being pushed up into the air as a spraying, squirting, orgasm gushed from her stretched pussy, sending a rush of juices flying from the air, glossing all over her own bed and laptop.

  Shivers coursed through her body as she rode high on the waves of euphoria, hips making small bucking movements as more and more of those slutty juices were willed from her loins, all as euphoria plundered her heart and mind.

  The orgasm acted like the final ingredient on her hypnosis, it acted as the glue to keep everything together. Now there was no way back for her, this obedient, slutty, bimbo side would always be a part of her person. A small part of her would always be a man pleasing slut.

  When she was done cumming her brains out she collapsed back down onto the bed, twitching with small trembles as the ecstasy continued to circulate through her veins. She couldn’t think of words to describe how good the orgasm felt; she couldn’t think of anything at all.

  Slowly she managed to shift her head up so she could look back at the laptop and the webcam, so she could address her fans.

  “Like thank you for watching me cum everyone. It felt amazing…”

  She was planning on ending it there. Sure she’d generated her largest ever crowd and that was really turning her on but she was exhausted; she could hardly feel any strength in her legs. However her viewers had other ideas.

  “More, more.”

  “You have more toys?”

  “Encore. Cum again!”

  Her body wa
s tired but her mind was willing to please, it needed to please. If her people wanted her to continue performing she had no way of denying them. After all she was their obedient webcam slut.

  “Like I do have more toys that I could try out,” Vanessa giggled as her eyes wandered across the large collection of sex toys she had in stock. If her fans wanted a performance she’d give them a performance. She’d keep on starring until her body couldn’t take it any longer.

  After being hypnotized Vanessa continued to work down in the convenience store during the day but it was more boring than ever and it wasn’t particularly entertaining to begin with.