The CAS Experiment: Chapter 2 - Concentration
by Kamkat
When our ice cream was done, I invited Cassie into my office to see my computer setup. I was careful to close the door behind us and I locked it, unnoticed by her, to prevent any sudden intrusion by the boys. Against the far wall, I had a few servers and a few other workstations running, tucked away under a wide, horseshoe-shaped desk with a high-backed leather chair. I pulled the chair out, and offered her to sit in it. She had to climb up to get in, and I adjusted the lever that raised her up to the mouse and keyboard.
Leaning closely against her so my protruding erection intentionally brushed her arm, I clicked on an icon and brought up the game of Concentration. "Now here's a fun game to practice on to begin with." I told her. "It'll help sharpen your memory and reflexes before we try some other games."
"Oh, I KNOW this one!" she said enthusiastically. "We play this with cards in school."
"Hey, great! Then you already know how it works. First you click on one box, see what it is, then click on another. If it's the same shape or animal, you win a point. If it's different, then you remember where they are and it's my turn to try, okay?"
"Uh-huh!" She nodded. "But where are you going to sit?" She asked, noticing there was no other chair in the room. I'd already removed the other captain's chairs before going upstairs to get her… (A little forethought and planning on my behalf!)
"Well, I guess I'll have to stand… unless you don't mind sitting on my lap to play." I suggested.
"Sure… that's okay." And she slid off the chair to let me sit down in her place. Once I was seated, I lifted her up under her arms and pulled her over my lap. She faced me, so we giggled while she squirmed and twisted herself around to face the monitor. I felt her tiny warm hand "accidentally" push into my crotch as she turned - so she was obviously curious enough to want to know just how big my "pee-pee" had grown, I thought to myself.
She settled to rest over my thighs, so I grasped her waist and lifted her back to sit directly on top of the hardened lump in my shorts. I wiggled a bit to adjust things so I was wedged against the crack of her behind. She wiggled back too, pulled on her bunched-up shorts and panties, and when she was finally comfortable, opened her legs so they'd hang over each side of my own.
"All comfy?" I asked. She nodded and I could see the blush on the back of her neck. This must be the first hard-on she's ever had close contact with, I suspected.
I reached under her arms and used the mouse to start the game. She took it from me and moved it over a square to select for viewing. The top of her sweet-smelling reddish-blond hair only came up to my chin, so I could clearly see the screen without having to look around her. All the while I knew she was being bombarded with my hidden messages - messages she wasn't even aware of - messages she'd probably remember and see repeated over and over again only in her dreams later tonight. The thought of it, of what I was attempting to do, and the hot feeling of her muscled tight bottom pressing down against my raging erection was almost enough to make me ejaculate in my trousers right then and there. I fought down the urge and concentrated on what she was doing.
"Your turn!" She exclaimed, after both squares she'd clicked on turned up different. I reached around to take the mouse, my arm pressed firmly against her side, and slowly moved it to select another square.
"Oh! Oh!" She cried. "That's one I had!" For the life of me I couldn't remember where it was, since I'd been caught daydreaming. "Oh… You're gonna get it and I'll be behind!" She wailed in mock frustration. Unconsciously she squirmed in my lap - anticipating I'd click on the square where the match was hidden. Of course I picked another, it didn't match, and she practically bounced on my lap as she quickly reclaimed the mouse to relocate the other. She found them, scored a point and twisted around to gloat at me. "I got it! I'm winning!"
"Jeez!" I complained. "You sure are! I wasn't concentrating!"
"That's why they call it 'Concentration,' silly! I get another turn!"
We went on like this, and I let her play game after game - winning them all with me struggling to catch up. She was positively ecstatic - happy to be winning and proud of herself that she could exert a measure of control sufficient to beat an adult at their own game. For my part, I was a bundle of bared nerves, fighting over-stimulation to keep myself from the edge of sexual release and forbidden erotic ecstasy. I felt like burning-hot jelly.
When it was finally time for Cassie to go home, I almost moaned and let go when she squirmed over my cock one last time, slowly sliding forward off my lap. As she turned to go, I couldn't help but notice a dark moist spot in the crack of her jeans. It wasn't me - I'd held back from my climax miraculously, but the friction between us and all the excitement of winning had caused her to get wet all by herself. I don't believe she noticed, or she would have blushed scarlet in embarrassment.
I struggled to reach the door to open it before she discovered we were locked in, but she beat me to it… I was walking with a little difficulty at the time. She discovered the door was locked about the same time she noticed I was beyond just a little bit aroused.
"I locked it so the boys wouldn't come in." I confessed with a conspiratorial grin.
She pointedly stared at my lap where she'd been sitting, then cracked a big smile as she nodded sagely, "Yeah. That's better. This is OUR game… They have their own!" And with that, she dashed out the door as I heard her call upstairs to her brother before leaving through the front door, "Billy! Let's GO! Mom is home!"
The next day I debated which messages I should write for her, since I wasn't sure if CAS worked yet, or even if she'd visit to play on the computer. I decided to prepare two sets: One, a "worst-case" scenario, and the second, for a "better-than-expected-case." As for the worst-case, if nothing had changed, I'd just resort to using the first set of instructions she'd been subjected to the day before. Perhaps more time and repetitions were needed. As for the "best-case," how far should I go? If she DID respond to the previous day's suggestions, just where should I take it from here?
Of course, my fantasies would have me leap to the ultimate conclusion - unbridled sexual intercourse - something she'd never known or experienced before in her short young life. Only then would I know how effective CAS's conditioning and suggestive powers actually were. But to suggest all of that so soon in the testing stage could have dire or serious repercussions - she'd be confused, or alarmed perhaps. She'd probably talk to somebody else, like her mother, and my whole experiment would unravel with disastrous consequences!
I settled for something in between. I suggested she wanted me to touch her. She'd want me to see her naked, to take pictures of her modeling suggestively, to fondle her, arouse her, and would want to touch and arouse me in return. Of course when that happened, she'd be curious to see me naked as well. She'd want to touch my cock, to taste it, then suck on it and cause me to climax. How would she react so soon to seeing what that was like?
So, since dreams are basically visual in nature, I decided to use a collection of pictures in the subliminal array, combined with the usual suggestive words. Something that would show her what she'd never seen or thought of before. This way, she'd be preconditioned when the real event actually happened - IF it ever would. In this way I'd avoid startling her. In her deepest dreams, everything that was to happen she'd already be visually familiar with.
I selected pictures of little girls exposing themselves, showing off their pussies, holding their vaginal lips spread far apart, and pulling their butt cheeks wide to display their puckered brown assholes. On the Internet I found a video of a pre-teen little girl giving a man one remarkable blowjob, deep-throating his thick cock in her mouth, then gulping down the copious jets of cum he shot in and all over her small, angelic face. Another video showed graphic anal sex with a girl child about the same age as little Cassie. After the man came in her pussy, he forced his huge cock full-length up her anus, spurting gouts of creamy cum into both gaping orifices all the while.
I continued repeating the earlier phrases from the day before, reinforcing them with new suggestions while the sexual scenes played randomly in full color in the background. This time I selected bold suggestive phrases such as:
Take pictures of me NAKED!
I LOVE when Jake SEES me NAKED!
I can PLAY big girl games now!
LOOK inside my pussy Jake!
SEE my pretty asshole!
I WANT Jake to touch my pussy!
I LOVE Jake's cock!
I WANT to suck Jake's cock!
I LOVE drinking Jake's cum!
I LOVE Jake's finger up in my ass!
I WANT Jake's COCK in my butthole!
In retrospect, maybe I was going too far. On the other hand, in the interest of science, sometimes the extreme had to be attempted to see where things would go.
At a little after two, the school bus finally arrived in our neighborhood and dropped off its load of kids. My son came home, but this time his friend Billy wasn't with him. "What happened to Billy?" I asked. "He had to go home." John replied. "No video games?" "Nah, we've got a ballgame at the park in a half an hour."
My heart sank like a stone in the cold void filling my chest. This would mean there was no reason for his younger sister to come over and play.
Fifteen minutes later though, I was surprised by a knock at my front door.
"Are you John's father?" The attractive young lady asked. I guessed her to be in her mid-twenties. She was blond with her hair cut in one of those no-nonsense page-boy cuts over her light-haired eyebrows, but with longer tresses down the side and back that cascaded over a pair of attractively tanned shoulders. She appeared to have an ample figure beneath her lightweight, sleeveless summer blouse. She was holding an angelic-looking curly blond-headed two or three-year old girl on her jutting jean-covered hip. Standing next to her were both Billy AND Cassie - and she was wearing a tight fitting blue jean school dress! My heart and crotch swelled as I answered, "Why, yes! Can I help you?"
"Well," she began as Billy slipped between us and through the door to run upstairs and join his friend, "I hate to impose but…"
"No, it's alright - go ahead, what is it?"
"Well, Cassie here simply would NOT stop telling me how MUCH she enjoyed staying with you yesterday while I was at the store. And now I just HAVE to go take little Maggie here to her doctor's checkup. Is there ANY way she can stay again until I get back after six?" I think she actually batted her long-lashed blue eyes at me seductively, but with the kids there, I let that pass.
"Sure! That's no problem at all!" I blurted. "She played a game on one of our computers and she got rather good at it, I must say."
"I WON every time!" The little girl proudly exclaimed.
"Yes she did." I corrected, smiling down at Cassie paternally. "And of course she's welcome to come over any time at all. Billy's here practically every day anyway, so I don't mind if Cassie visits either."
"Oh! That's SUCH a relief!" The mother said. Her smile was wide and friendly. I couldn't help but wonder what an expert blow-job from those full lipstick-painted lips would feel like. "Now, Cassie, I'm glad you've decided to dress like a proper lady visiting for a change! Just mind your manners and do EXACTLY what John's daddy tells you to do, understand?"
After a "Yes, mom" and a few goodbyes, Cassie was left on my doorstep once again. This looked to become a continuing occurrence - at least I sincerely hoped so.
"Now, mind your manners and do EXACTLY what I TELL you to do!" I mimicked with a big grin. "Got that?"
Cassie laughed out loud then asked, "You like my school dress?"
"Yeah, I DO!" I agreed enthusiastically. "What brought about wearing that?"
"Well," she said coming into the house and heading straight for my office, "I actually LIKE wearing dresses and skirts most of the time. And yesterday you made me laugh so HARD I accidentally PEED in my underpants and they got all wet and sticky, so today I'm not wearing any at all!"
This casual admission almost caused me to walk into my open office door. She noticed my shock and seemed amused by the effect her words had made on me - little did she know I was shocked in more ways than one!
She pulled herself up to sit on my chair and turned directly facing me. "Well, it's YOUR fault y'know! I wouldn't have peed on myself if I wasn't laughing and sitting on your… y'know, your hard THING!"
"What, my cock?" I said as casually as I could muster in front of a child.
That got her laughing in fits. During her convulsions on my chair, she pulled her knees up to hug them. The knee-high dress slid up her legs presenting a brief glimpse of her bare cleft between creamy white freckled thighs. Automatically I became hard again. Automatically she noticed, and grinned that wicked little smile of hers.
"THAT thing!" She giggled, pointing.
"Whipped cream?" I shot back, "With a little ice cream?"
She asked me to pick her up and seat her on the counter while I scooped ice cream into a pair of bowls. Her feet idly kicked the cupboard doors, drumming a beat only she heard. When she tired of that, she drew her legs up and crossed them beneath her. I went to carry the bowls to the table, but she asked me for hers, preferring to stay where she sat. I sat at the table and tried looking casual as I regarded her. She concentrated on her ice cream, presumably unaware that her position afforded me an unobstructed view of her lovely openly spread vagina. The light from the side doors hit her pose just right - her hooded clitoris caught a beam of sunlight and shone in all its glorious majesty. I couldn't help but notice that the soft, white skin between her legs was heavily freckled as well - only within the folds of her vagina did the colors turn to a glossy rich coral-pink.
She glanced up and caught me staring intently at her cunt. "Your ice cream is melting on the spoon!" She laughed.
I tried recovering my composure but the large swelling down the side of my leg gave me away. I realized from where she sat she could probably see my engorged scarlet cock head peeking itself out beneath the hem of my loose-fitting kaki shorts. "Can I have more whipped cream?" She asked sweetly.
I handed her the can and was certain I showed off another inch of cock while walking over to the counter. I sat down but kept my legs casually open, deciding she might as well look. She shook the can vigorously as I'd done the day before, flipped off the cap, tossed her head back and shot a noisy spray of the cream into her open mouth. With her cheeks bulging like a chipmunk's she pointedly stared between my legs.
"UMMMPH!" She cried out, her tight lips split in a wide grin over a full creamy mouth leaking streaks of white goo down her chin. "Now your pee-pee got even BIGGER! It's poking right out of your pants!" And she laughed hysterically while she squirmed her behind on the Formica counter top, causing her little skirt to rise up and bunch in folds around her hips.
"Oh, so you think it's funny, do you?"
"It's MUCH bigger than Billy's gets!"
"That's because I'm a grownup. When you're more grown up, then you can play with a bigger one too."
"Aw, I'm ALMOST grown up! And I'm getting much better at playing games now too!" She pouted.
"Maybe, but you need more practice before you play grownup games, young lady. The more you practice now, the better you'll become pretty soon."
"Pick me up then! Carry me over to the computer!"
She held out her arms to me and I gathered her up. She wrapped her legs around my waist, hugging me tightly as I held her against me. We stood still like that, staring into each other's eyes. She loosened her leg grip, so I reached beneath to cradle her bare bottom, but she slid further down past my belt and straddled my groin. She squirmed lower. When my bulging cock pressed against her naked crotch, she tightened her leg grip, pinning me against her. I rocked her up and down against me a few times. "I want to sit on your lap again." She said in a small, choked voice.
She plopped herself down onto my lap with a lot more gusto than was necessary, as if testing a trampoline, and when she spread her legs over my thighs, the tight little dress failed wonderfully at concealing her lovely nudity below her waist. While I started the new game, she pointedly wriggled her behind back against me until she'd managed wedging my hardness between her butt cheeks.
"There, that feels good!" she exclaimed. Then, "What game are we playing today?"
Looking over the top of her lustrous red hair I told her, "It's called, 'Bunny Speller,' and I just KNOW you'll be good at this one!"
I'd designed the game myself. The object was to click and drag one of the randomly hopping bunnies on the screen into a randomly appearing and moving rabbit-hole where they lived. All but one of the bunnies was white, representing females; the remaining bunny was black, representing a male. Until all the white bunnies had been "holed," the black one was practically impossible to catch. The "bunnies" themselves looked more like cartoon characters than actual rabbits. The black males looked like a goofy caricature of Bugs Bunny; the females looked more like a sensual Jessica Rabbit from the movie I was sure she remembered. All the females had very human-like characteristics-shapely figures, busty bosoms, with cute little faces.
The game began with a number of blanks displayed at the top of the screen. Each bunny represented a mystery letter. When the bunny was successfully put away, its letter would fill-in the blank, spelling out a mystery word. You could stop the game and spell out the word to win before all the bunnies were gone. The more letters you guessed correctly, the higher the score you received. It was a silly game, one that was full of animation and comical music and sounds, but one I expected would appeal to a seven-year old girl.
The game began in "easy" mode-as the player became progressively better at guessing easy words, a number of complications kicked in. First, the words got longer. Secondly, some "squatter" moles would occasionally pop-up in the bunny's holes, blocking their entrance. When this happened, you'd have to let go of your bunny, go over and "bop" the mole on the head to make him disappear, recapture your bunny and drag her back to the hole.
As the game got even more difficult (something I didn't expect Cassie would see until she'd played it for several days), a third complication would present itself. In this case, after a certain time had passed where the word hadn't been guessed and at least one white bunny remained, the black bunny would jump on the back of the white one, copulate with her frantically and roll off to sleep. After a minute, the female would have baby bunnies, and more blanks would appear, building on the one word to make a mystery phrase.
As the game became harder, the male became hornier, mate with more females, and some of those babies that were born would be black-they in turn could mate with the remaining white bunnies as well. (Bunny incest being a common occurrence!) You'd know you "lost" the game when the screen became full of fucking bunnies and pop-up moles, all to the accompaniment of cacophonous music.
Oh yeah, one other point: All the words spelled out in the blanks were the same words being used in the undercurrent of subliminal messages-in this way they reinforced the phrases and concepts she was subtly being programmed with. A bridge built between her conscious and subconscious, so to speak. The easy words were "want," "love," "suck," and "Jake," etc. The phrases of "mystery" words actually matched those she was subliminally seeing.
One other little "wrinkle," and one she was sure to notice later on when it eventually happened: The bigger male bunny displayed a visibly larger cock, the baby males had smaller ones. When a big male mated with a baby female, or a baby male mated with any female, no bunnies would be born. The display of bunny screwing also became increasingly more graphic and close-up-mimicking the subliminal sex videos she wasn't consciously aware of seeing. The young female bunnies also encouraged the males with a good blowjob before they got screwed from behind.
After explaining the rules, leaving out the sundry "surprises" she'd encounter when she achieved the higher levels of difficulty, Cassie took to the new game enthusiastically. As I'd planned, the game was action-packed and fast moving - which resulted in the response I'd eagerly expected from her: animated, joyful delight. She twisted and squirmed, bounced and flexed over my lap. She squealed in delight when she won, and played even harder when she lost. And all the while I felt her bare-naked puss grinding itself against my tortured, raging erection. It took all the concentration I could muster to keep my straining hardon from spurting hot gouts of jism from my shorts down the bared side of my leg!
I focused on her back, began lightly rubbing her shoulders and neck, asking her if a backrub felt good for her while she was playing. She happily agreed, and let my hands wander up and down her spine, down to her waist, and lightly tickle the length of her creamy thighs. As the game progressed, I became even bolder, running my fingertips up the insides of her legs, stopping just shy of touching her openly spread pussy. I pulled down the shoulder straps of her jeans skirt so I could lift her t-shirt and rub the bare skin of her back. Finally, between games, she reached down and unashamedly pulled the shirt over her head. Tossing it aside she coyly asked me, "Did you lock the door?"
"Yeah." … "Okay."
"Look Jake! I spelled 'LOVE' and I WON!" She exclaimed proudly.
"You're doing real good with this one, Cassie!" I encouraged her. My fingertips were temporarily paused at each side of her vagina. As if by accident, I lightly swiped a finger over her hooded clitoris, and was instantly rewarded with a clutching of her thighs, a quick gasp of breath, and the reflexive arching of her back. "Oh, I'm sorry, did I hurt you?"
"Uh-uh. It felt tingly."
"Like tingly 'good,' or tingly sore?"
"Tingly good - REAL good!" She answered.
"Would you like me to massage you down there too, while you play?"
"Yeah, okay…" She answered, while beginning a harder level of the game.
So I began caressing her - her belly, down to her thighs, the insides of her legs, back up to lightly touch within her spread pedals. She oozed a sticky wetness that liberally coated my fingertips. Behind her back I smelled her essence, and licked it from my fingers.
"See? You made me pee again!" She admonished me.
"That's not pee, silly!"
"Then what is it? It's all wet and sticky."
"That's what you get when YOU feel good. When you're winning the game or when you're being touched down there."
"Like when I rub against your… cock?"
"Yeah, especially then. And it makes ME feel real good too."
"Really? Does it make YOU do pee-pee?"
"No. Not pee, but it makes something else - kinda like the whipped cream."
"Really!?! Oh! I wanna see! I wanna SEE it, Jake!" She twisted around, smiling up at me in rapt and eager anticipation.
"Maybe someday… But not yet. First you gotta get to the highest level and beat the Bunny game!" I told her with a broad grin.
"Ok. Then I'm gonna beat it REAL soon!"
And she certainly tried. After four hours on the computer, playing "Bunny Speller," she'd reached the second highest level. She hadn't caused any bunny fucking yet, or generated multi-word phrases, but I was sure she'd get to that stage tomorrow.
I was lightly fingering the rim of her tightly clenched anus when the first mole "popped up." She squealed in surprise, and to MY surprise, her anus reflexively "twitched" when she'd startled… my fingertip actually got sucked up inside, past her tiny clenched muscle. She moaned… backed into me harder and reached between her legs to grip my thickly engorged boner through my shorts. I REALLY almost lost it just then! "You LIKE that, don't you?" I asked.
"Uh-huh." she nodded dreamily.
"I like you holding me too." I whispered in her ear. But the auspicious moment was shattered when we both heard the front door slam. The boys had returned from their baseball game!
She quickly hopped off my lap and picked her t-shirt up from the floor. I pulled my shorts down and went to unlock the door. No sooner had I twisted the lock when the door burst open and the boys burst in.
"Hey, we WON!" My son grinned.
"Great!" I replied.
"But we're gonna give them a rematch tomorrow. They'll never beat us!" He said proudly.
"Wha'ju guys doin'?" Billy asked, walking over to the computer. Just before the door flung open, Cassie had dressed and composed herself quickly and once again she sat primly in my chair, playing our game as if nothing had interrupted her.
"It's called 'Bunny Spelling' and it's a game for girls ONLY!"
"Looks kinda dorky to me…" Her brother said. "Just some stupid rabbits… No shooting or killing stuff. That's lame!"
"It's NOT lame!" His sister retorted. "It's a game for LEARNIN' stuff-and I'm winning every one!"
"Whatever…" He abruptly turned away, having lost all interest.
The boys raced back up to my son's room to play their own kind of video game, and I left Cassie alone to go take a leak… Actually, I desperately had to relieve another sort of pressure. I think I barely got my cock out of my shorts when it shot a pent-up stream of cum into the sink.
When I returned, I stopped at the door, silently watching her. She was doing much better than I expected of her on her first day of playing. By now she'd advanced to the point where a remaining white female bunny was getting vigorously screwed by the black one. After a few moments, the "mommy" had her litter of babies. Soon after that, the young white bunnies sought the attention of their "daddy." When a white baby faced the black male, he'd stand up on his furry hind legs and she'd bury her head between them. While her head bobbed up and down at his crotch, his cock would grow to a stout pink length.
When it was stiff and standing straight up, he'd roll the white one over on her tummy and ram his big cock into her pink human girl-looking pussy… right under her fluffy white bunny tail. The baby bunny displayed an expression of shocked awe while the daddy looked demonically enraptured, all the while sounds of his thick pink prick squeaked while fucking the smaller bunny's grossly-stretched hole.
"Uh-Oh!" I heard Cassie whisper. She quickly looked around to see if anybody was behind her and immediately noticed me standing there. "Shut the door!" She exclaimed in an urgent whisper, "I think the daddy is making babies in his little girl bunnies!"
"Uh-Oh!" I mimicked her. "You know what THAT means! More bunnies to put down their bunny-hole homes!"
"Yeah! And there's more words to do now! AND more moles!" She laughed, bopping one on the head to make way for a white baby bunny. "Why does he put his pee-pee… er, his bunny COCK in their mouth first?" she asked me.
"It makes his cock get bigger and stiff - that's so he can put it inside their behinds. But the babies can't have babies until they get bigger, so that gives you more time to put the mommies away. But… If you wait too long and the babies grow up, then they'll start having babies too, and you'll have many more words to do. That's how the game gets faster and harder."
"Jeez!" She murmured, missing the chance to bop a mole while she closely watched a graphic bunny-fucking. "Is that how they do it? He put it inside her butt!"
"They seem to like it wherever he puts it!" I laughed with her.
Soon the screen was filled with fucking bunnies - she'd lost - intentionally - and we laughed together at the squirming, gang-banging, seething mass of cocks and cunts vigorously copulating on the outlandish bodies of fuzzy cartoon rabbits.
By then it was after six, so we agreed to wait until the next day to play again. I realized she'd been intensely focused on the computer monitor for a little over four hours straight - a healthy dose of subliminal input for her mind to work on overnight in her innocent sleep.
We were walking to the kitchen for a snack when her mom knocked on my front door. Cassie was quick to beg her mom to be allowed to come back the next day to play as well. She launched into a rapid-fire description of the games she'd learned to win (never once mentioning the part about bunny sexual intercourse, thank goodness!). Her mom asked me if it was alright, and of course I quickly agreed. So it was all set-tomorrow the lessons would continue for my little subject Cassie.