Amy Woke Up
mc; Mg; Mdom; oral; ws; inc
Amy woke up. She didn't remember going to bed, but that wasn't unusual, Daddy often put her to bed after she fell asleep somewhere else....
Wait, 'often'? She didn't remember knowing that word.
Anyway, Amy woke up and started to scream, as she usually did when she woke up, to get someone's attention to take her out of her crib, and change her diaper for her pull ups, and feed her, but someone stopped her....
Someone? Amy "looked" around, and saw a woman who looked just like Mommy. She was holding a finger to her lips.
"Shh, don't cry, you don't do that any more, and we don't want The Monster to know you're awake."
"Who are you? I know you're not Mommy, 'cause Mommy's dead, and, I'm not sure what 'dead' is, but all the grown ups said it meant that Mommy wouldn't be coming back, ever."
"I'm a friend you made up to comfort you when Mommy went to the hospital, and she told you that she probably wouldn't be coming home, and now I protect you from The Monster. My name is Amanda."
"My mommy's name was Amanda."
"I know, that's why you named me that."
"Anyway, you don't need to holler to be taken out of your crib, or have your diaper changed; you haven't used either in five years."
"But, I'm only three years old, how could I have not been doing something for five years?"
"You've been 'asleep' for a long time. Think back, what's the last thing you remember before waking up?"
Amy pauses and thinks, "Umm, Daddy took me to a nice man who showed me some pretty colored lights. Wait! You were there! You pulled me back, and put me to sleep."
"Yes, that's when I started protecting you from The Monster.
"When the not so nice man started putting your new personality in, he, and The Monster, didn't notice that the old one was still alive and well, albeit, asleep."
"'Albeit'? How come I know these words, 'often' and 'albeit'?"
"I let some of what they taught through to you. You're being home schooled, you're in the fourth grade now, and you're passing all you're grade level tests. And you are made to act like a normal little girl when the school inspectors come by. Open your eyes, and look at the tag on your pillow."
Amy looks at the tag, "Do not remove this tag, under penalty of law."
"I can read!?" she looks around the room, everywhere she sees a word she reads it, "In fact, it seems I can't not read."
"Apparently reading is like that, I was surprised by it too."
Amy looked at Amanda, "But you're a grown up, you must have known how to read for a long time."
"I'm inside your head, I don't know anything you don't, though you don't know everything you know, and I do. Now, lie back down and pretend to be asleep, watch, but don't do anything, The Monster is coming."
Amy lay back down and watched the door through slit eyes. Her daddy came in, though he looked a little older than she remembered, and he was naked. She started to happily greet him, but Amanda shushed her.
Another 'girl' came from behind a wall Amy hadn't noticed before, behind Amanda, she looked like a ventriloquist's dummy who vaguely resembled nine-year-old Amy, except that where her mouth should have been was a hollow tube, "We'll call her 'Oral Slave', there are others you'll meet later," Amanda whispered.
Amy watched as Oral Slave took control of her body, got up, walked to Daddy, said, "Good morning, Master," got on her knees in front of his erect cock, which she hadn't noticed before, and took it in her mouth.
Amy asked, in a whisper, "If we're all inside my head, why are we whispering?"
"We don't want them," nodding toward Oral Slave, and indicating the wall, with a wave of her hand, "To know you're awake, yet, either."
Amy woke up. She was kneeling between her daddy's, The Monster's, she suddenly realized, legs, with a slimy, salty, taste in her mouth and throat, as though she had just swallowed something ... not so disgusting as you might think, in fact she kinda liked the taste, and was now licking his flaccid cock and balls, getting the last remnants.
Oral Slave said, "Thank you, Master," and disappeared back behind the wall.
Amanda took over, and crossing Amy's legs, and holding her pussy in her hands, said "Daddy, I have to go, really really bad, can I please use the potty?"
"OK, Honey, but you know you're going to have to be punished for that, don't you? What do you call me when no one else is around?"
"I'm sorry, Master, it won't happen again." Amanda winked at Amy, and let her feel that she had her fingers crossed where they were pressing against her clit, and pee hole (she really did have to go).
"OK, I'll think of a punishment later. In the mean time, go pee, I'll be in there in five minutes, be ready for me."
"Yes, Master."
Amanda let Amy take control as she ran to the bathroom and sat on the pot. It was a lot smaller than she remembered, and she had no problem getting onto it. Her feet even almost reached the floor as she sat. She sighed as the pressure in her bladder decreased.
When she was done she reached for the toilet paper to wipe herself, but Amanda stopped her, stood, put the seat up, then stood next to the wall, with their mouth open, as another dummy with a tube for a mouth took over.
"Urinal Slave," Amanda whispered.
"You mean...."
"Yeah, he makes us drink his piss, and not just his."
Urinal Slave knelt next to the toilet, with her knees slightly apart, legs crossed at the ankles, hands clasped behind her back, chin up, and mouth open, at what the man with the light box called "Parade Rest" and waited, totally prepared to wait all day.
Amanda sat in Mommy's favorite chair, which hadn't been there before, "This part gets boring, fast, we're not allowed to move, and I've memorized every crack in the tiles and every fly speck on the ceiling, which are about all we can see from that position. I usually just go away till something happens.
"She," nodding toward Urinal Slave, "Of course, has no mind to stimulate, she's an implanted program with only one purpose, like all the rest back there," indicating the wall.
"It's not all bad, though, though it would be nice if we had a choice, like when I let you taste The Monster's cum this morning. He does have nice tasting cum, and we've defiantly had worse.
"And orgasms are nice, here, let me show you, this isn't our first time, that was a year earlier, right after we were first hypnotized, and was terrible, but it is our first orgasm."
Amy is about four years old, and is sitting on her daddy's, The Monster's, as Amanda is already calling him, lap, with his cock in her cunt, Fuck Slave, a dummy who vaguely resembles four-year-old Amy, with a tube where her peepee should be, is in control.
Daddy is fingering Amy's clit while he bounces her on his cock and she's beginning to feel good, as funny feelings fill her tummy, and her peepee, and her nipples, and her butt hole, though The Monster's cock still hurts a little, though nowhere near as much as the first time.
As the intensity of the good feelings get stronger, Fuck Slave morphs into Amanda, and as they reach a crescendo even Amanda fades away, leaving just Amy, "Thank you, Daddy, that was the funnest, can we do it again?"
"Sure, Honey, we'll do it lots more, but not right now," and Daddy holds Amy in an actual fatherly embrace, while she falls asleep on his chest, their combined cum running down her thighs.
When Amy wakes up as the reverie fades, Fuck Slave is back in control, "Thank you, Master, did I please you?"
"You certainly did, Honey," and pecked her on the forehead, "Now let's get cleaned up and get to bed, you have a big day tomorrow, it's your birthday party and all Master's best friends, and most important clients will be there. It will be your coming out."
Amy then had no idea what he was talking about, Amy now could guess.
They took a shower together and went to their shared bed, where Amy had been sleeping since that day. The hypnotist had assured Master that she wouldn't remember having ever slept anywhere else. They were ignoring the fact that Amy was in the room, being reprogrammed.
Urinal Slave looked confused as a shadow of the remembered orgasm sent a shiver through their body.
"OK, I hear The Monster coming, now, I can take you away, like I did with the BJ, or you can watch and learn, and we can start absorbing these programs."
"I'll watch, I think, if it gets to be too much you can take me away."
Daddy came into the bathroom, but he was wearing pants, and another man was with him.
"OK, Joe, what's the problem, she's in her programmed position, what did you call me for?"
"After this morning's blow job, she called me 'Daddy', and I need you to punish her, taking away her orgasms for a month should do it. And I'm concerned that she might be beginning to loose some of her programming."
At the thought of not being able to have that wonderful feeling again, for a whole month, Amy shuddered in fear, and the faintest of whimpers escaped her lips. The other man, the man with the light box, the hypnotist, Uncle Frank, her mommy's brother, Amy recognized him, though Amanda hadn't shown her any memories with him.
Uncle Frank looked at her, but didn't say anything, Master didn't seem to notice.
Uncle Frank said, "She's what, nine, now? Well Amanda started balking at her programming when she reached puberty, she ended up throwing it all off by the time she was 18, but, as you well know, and benefited from, from what she taught you in your short, but happy, marriage, she never lost interest in the stuff Daddy taught her."
Amy looked at Amanda, questioningly.
Amanda shrugged, "I only know what you know, this is the first I've heard this."
Frank continued, "There were a couple things she wouldn't do again, this," pointing at Amy, still at "Parade Rest" waiting for her daddy's piss, "Was one of them. But most of it she continued to do, quite happily. In fact, she fucked all three of us, you, me, and Dad, on the day she died. And, you have to admit that she died happy, it may not have been her best orgasm ever, but it was definitely up there."
Frank waved a hand in front of Daddy's eyes, and he stood there staring blankly straight ahead, then he snapped a finger at Amy's ear, and Urinal Slave vanished, "At ease." Amy relaxed but remained kneeling. "Amanda, are you in there?"
"Yes, Master."
"Oh, give it a rest, that's his," points to Daddy, "thing."
"Yes, Frank, I'm here."
"And, Amy, is she there?"
"Yes, Uncle Frank, I'm here, I woke up this morning, Amanda's been showing me some stuff. How do you know about her, anyway, I thought, and she thought, I made her up."
"No, that was me, before I programmed you as a sex slave; I implanted Amanda to help you through your mother's death, and to help you with this," Frank was undoing his flies, and Amy, herself, not one of her programmed slaves, took his cock out and began sucking on it, like a straw, till he started pissing, then she swallowed as fast as she could, "Since I had an idea what Joe would want. By the way, Amy, was that you, or Urinal Slave?"
"That was me; it just seemed the right thing to do."
"That's as it should be, you've absorbed all of her skills, some I put in the program and some Joe, and his friends, have taught you, but unlike her, you have the power to say 'no', and I'll bet that you'll take advantage of that, so that there'll be no more kneeling in random men's rooms staring at the ceiling for hours at a time."
"Why didn't you ask if it was Amanda?"
"Amanda isn't programmed for sex; she's there to protect you, and to wake you up, when the time came. Eventually you'll absorb her as well, but only when you're ready, remember that, when you absorb all her memories, you'll be getting the bad, as well as the good. For instance your daddy and me ripping your cherry, when you were three and a half, which sent you to the hospital to repair the damage."
Amy cringed at the half remembered half imagined pain.
"Oh, and I won't be taking your orgasms, in fact, while I'm thinking of it...."
Frank went to the hallway and came back with a set of what looked like VR goggles.
Amy cringed and backed away.
Frank saw, then looked at the goggles, "Oh, these aren't for you," and put them on Daddy and flipped a switch on the side. Flickering lights in various colors showed around the edges.
"Joe, from now on, it's perfectly normal for Amy to call you Daddy, or Dad, or Father, or even Joe, and you will not be upset with her when she does." Frank winked at Amy, "You will accept it as a compliment if she calls you Master, but you will know it was her choice (or that one of her function slaves hasn't been absorbed yet). When I snap my fingers you will wake up, fully cognizant of everything that's gone on today." And he turned the goggles off, took them off, and snapped his fingers.
"Amy, you shuddered and whimpered just as we came into the room, what was that about?"
"Amanda showed me my first orgasm; I guess some of it got through Urinal Slave's programming."
Joe said, "Amy's first orgasm? I think that may be the last time before today, that Amy called me 'Daddy', and you said that that was because the orgasm was so intense it broke the programming, and the next day, at her fourth birthday party, you took her aside, not to fuck her, like everyone else there, but to fix her programming, so it wouldn't happen again."
"A-yup. Though, I fucked her, too."
"So, what happened this morning?"
"That was Amanda's signal to me that she'd woken Amy up from her six year nap."
"You mean I haven't been dealing with Amy for six years?"
"Well, once, for a few seconds, that was her who asked, 'Can we do it again?'"
Amy said, "Actually it was, 'Daddy! That was the funnest! Can we do it again?' And you said we'd do it lots, but you lied, I don't remember having done it once since then."
Frank said, "You will, once you absorb those parts of Amanda, and Fuck Slave."
"Fuck Slave?" Joe asked.
"I gave her sex slave programs functional titles rather than names. And, to answer your earlier question, no, you haven't been dealing with 'Amy' since the first sex slave program I implanted, except for a few seconds when she had her first orgasm, you've been dealing with either sex slave programs or with Amanda, whom I implanted, along with the false memory that she'd invented her herself, when the real Amanda was dying. And since I suspected what you'd want for Amy, I programmed Amanda to take Amy to the deepest parts of her subconscious and keep her there till her first period...
"Speaking of which, Amy, Amanda, have you had any bleeding from your pussy?"
"Yeah, a couple weeks ago I noticed some blood running down my leg, but between school and Daddy and you and both Grandpas and occasional friends doing sex stuff with me, it completely slipped my mind to tell anyone. Besides, why would I tell The Monsters anything private?"
"Two weeks ago, you say, Amanda, has Amy had vaginal in the last day or two?"
"Of course, it's a rare day indeed, when she doesn't have all kinds of sex, vaginal, anal, oral, hand jobs, foot jobs, with practically anything male within reach. Why?"
"And none of it with protection?"
"What's 'protection'?"
"Condoms, birth control pills, diaphragms, anything like that?"
"I don't know what any of those things are."
"OK, you obviously got through your first esterase without catching, but we'll have to get some pregnancy tests and a friendly OB/GYN in case she catches. And stock up on condoms and get you on The Pill...."
Joe said, "NO! No birth control, period. If she's getting old enough to get pregnant, she's getting too old for me, except as a breeder, I want babies and toddlers and little girls to play with, not old hags with tits and pubic hair." He made disgusted noises and faces, and barely got the words out at "tits" and "pubic hair."
"Joe, she's not old, or more to the point, big, enough to get pregnant. Look at her, if she were to get pregnant now, carrying the baby to term would probably kill her, and giving birth naturally almost certainly would, and probably the baby too. (I know you're a sick bastard, I'm a great one to talk, but neither of us are napi-necrophiles.) Wait three or four years for that, until she gets a little bigger. In the meantime, put her on birth control and use condoms."
And that is the morning after Amy woke up and challenged and broke her MC programming, with a little help from some friends.
