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The Chaser (FF, Fdom, humil, MCish, NCish, whatever)

by Orestes

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"Tell me when you're ready to sell it."

"When did you get to be such a bitch? Jesus, can't you just give
it to me clean this time?"

"Anger. Indignation. Nice. "

 Pause.

"When you're ready to do this, you'll have to clean up a bit. "

"You weren't like this before. Are you taking it too? "

"You're just delaying now. But it's all your time, so fuck it.
If you want to get your grievances on record, I'm sure it'll make
for some amusing viewing later on. But you know we'll have to
start over again when it's time. And maybe I won't be so kind
with the chaser. "

Panic.

 "Please. Jesus. Just give it to me clean. I don't deserve this.
Are you getting it clean? Are you on it?"

"Why are you so concerned about me? "

Annoyance? Or just taunting? 

"You should be thinking about yourself and your
friends. It can go easy, or it can go hard... for any one of
you."

"Don't try to fucking manipulate me."

Sobbing. 

"You've already got me. "

Silence.

"It's been hard on you, I know. You're certainly the smartest of
your classmates. You had more sense, right from the beginning. "

"Flattery now? What the fuck is this?"

"Not flattery. Truth. And now for the kick in the teeth. It's
always more amusing... it's always more rewarding when I'm doing
this to someone with a brain in her head. I had to be careful
early on with your friends, so that you wouldn't be too
alarmed...just concerned enough to come along to look after
them... "

"When did you get like this? You weren't always like this."

"Sure, they knew about the chasers. That's all they knew
about... that was all they agreed to at first. I had to keep them
unaware of the clean base until I at least had you started. It's
so much harder to keep their interest before they know they need
it. "

"and you're telling me this because..."

"Because, Monika, it's amusing. Because in a way, you were the
goal... a personal goal for me... at least for this year.  They
were the trail of bread crumbs you followed back to me. Without
your concern for them, you never would have come. You were so
concerned about the chasers that you were blind to the clean
base. It's still a bit of a blind-spot for you."

"What the fuck do you mean? I *know* it's the base I'm addicted
to. I know that's how you got me."

"And yet when you come here begging me for a clean dose, the
only thing you're worried about is what the chasers will make you
do. You're not asking the big questions. You're just worried
about how you'll spend the next 8 to 12 hours of your life."

Sobbing.

"I don't blame you, really... if I were in your shoes, I'd be
worried about the chaser too. Will I turn you into a pliant
little party-girl, but spare you the memories with something like
  benzodiazepine ? Maybe I'll fuck you up on sodium pentathol,
and let one of the psych kids drag every last private thought
from your head. Or maybe I'll keep you painfully alert, but
paralyzed with a neuromuscular blocker... and then let some boys
have a little fun with you. You'd enjoy watching from inside your
meat shell, wouldn't you?"

"Stop, please."

"You're the one who wanted to talk. And since we're talking
about all the nasty little chasers I can put together, I might
remind you that there are worse things I can do to you than make
you into a whore for the night. I could put you on a real
program... something that would make more significant... if more
gradual... changes "

"Stop."

"Have you seen Craig recently? You dated for a while, didn't
you? I've got him on all sorts of chasers. Yes, he's coming out
to party with everyone else, but he's also getting just a load of
hormones. His little titties are coming in beautifully. I keep
him a bit on the foggy side, of course. For you, I'd probably
take a different approach. It'd be a shame to damage your
beautiful mind..."

"Pleeeeease! No more."

"Does that mean you're ready for the consent video?"

Breathing. Sniffling.

"Seriously, get yourself together. You can't do believable
consent if you look like you've been crying."

"I want to know where it goes from here."

"What?"

"You told me a few minutes ago that I wasn't asking the 'big
questions'."

"Why would you trust me? I'm probably just screwing with you. I
enjoy that kind of thing. "

"I don't trust you, but... I need to know. What do you want from
me?"

"It's about consent."

"What ?"

Not yet.

"I don't believe you. How could any of this have to do with
consent? You're fucking ruining my  life. "

The crying begins again. Then begging. Perfect.

"Tell me what you mean? Please...<sniff>...please..."

"It's not as black and white as you think, my dear. "
Condescending tone. "Let's say I wanted you to be on the floor.
I could just ask you, right?"

"What's this got to do with anything?"

"You wanted to ask the question. If you'd rather just 'cut to
the chaser', so to speak, we could stop this right now, and tape
up your consent. "

Pause.

"Right. I didn't think so. So let's say I wanted you to be on
the floor. It's easy enough to make it happen. If you do it on
your own after being asked, it's consensual. Or I could appeal to
you on a more direct level, and hit you with a fucking taser."

"It's on that level that I appealed to your friends. They were
curious about what it would 'feel like' to be tasered. They
wanted to try controlled doses of LSD,  benzodiazepine, all of
the pop culture drugs they read about on the internet and heard
about in class, and all under the watchful eye of professional
researchers, who could keep it from getting out of hand. They
were looking to experiment with those pure, involuntary
physiological reactions."

"Voluntarily involuntary."

"Yes. You understand. That's what the chasers are for. They come
to me and consent to the chasers, sometimes with very amusing
consequences, and I record the results."

"But the consent isn't real."

"Well, I'll admit that I've muddied the waters somewhat with the
base drug of the cocktail. But you need to understand that when
given clean, on its own, it has very little impact on human
behaviour."

"Except to create need."

"You're following along nicely. So now I can talk about consent
again. Once we get past the very direct physical control of the
chasers, we can go backwards to the fact that each time I
administer the chaser, I meticulously record your consent. And
you'll argue, as you did a moment ago, that the consent isn't
real. What's the term you'd apply to my methods?"

"Coercion."

"Right. Because if you don't agree to my terms, you won't get
what you need. And you need it bad right now, don't you?"

No answer.

"Come on, Monika. Say it. I could sit here all night. You, on
the other hand, have already pushed yourself too long without the
drug, and I'll bet you're getting pretty desperate for it now."

"Okay, I need it, damn it. That's why I came here. You have me
fucking addicted."

"And you came here on your own? Of your own free will?"

"Not free will. Forced."

"By circumstances. By needs. But we all have needs, don't we
dear? Physical. Psychological. Sexual. People need food and
shelter. Clothing, medical care, sex. For most of these things
they also need money. They make decisions to avoid suffering from
a lack of what they need. Just like you are. You're making a
choice: do what it takes to get what you need, or suffer without.
Maybe even die. People make these kinds of decisions all of the
time."

"You're warped. Are you really arguing that this is consent? You
did this to me."

Shrug. "We all have our needs."

"What does that mean? Are you on the drug too?"

"Out of curiosity, Monika, if I let you choose from any of the
chasers, which would you choose? That'd be a choice, of sorts,
wouldn't it?"

"That's not fair. "

"I guess it's more fair if I choose for you, then. "

Taunting again. 

"Let's see... what was it last week that made you into
the life of the party. I don't quite remember. Don't worry, I'll
have the dosages in my notes. "

"You're fucking sick."

Very, very angry.

"Get on the floor."

"What?"

"You remember my scenario. I can ask you for your consent, or I
can use the taser. Figuratively speaking, of course. I don't go
in for that sort of thing."

"What are you talking about?"

"Consent, of course. You remember. Now get on the floor
please... there... that's a good girl. Now open the drawer and
take out the leash and collar."

"Not again. Pleeeease!"

"You can decide whether to keep your clothes on or not. They're
actually kind of cute. What are you dressed up for? Oh, it's
Sunday... you must have been shopping with your mom again. Very
nice. That's it... put on the collar... not too loose. And hand
me the leash, would you?"

"Please tell me. How did you get like this? What are you doing
to me?"

"Well, for the immediate moment, I'm going to have you crawl on
your leash right up between my legs, and I'm going to have you
hike up my skirt and sniff and lick at the crotch of my panties
before I really put you to work. And all without the use of any
chaser whatsoever. Just on the basis of 'coercion', as you would
put it. But I suspect your question had more to do with my
long-term plans for you, didn't they?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Oh, you know what I like. We've played this game before, have
we? And you remember the rules. I love this time, just before the
surrender. I find it very productive. There's this wonderful
focus and clarity to your need. Just about the only thing you can
think about is relief from your need... and you'd do anything...
agree to anything... ooh, that's right... get your nose and
tongue right in there..."

"Please..."

"No need to talk with your mouth full, Monika. I know the
question you really want answered, and as I said before, it's all
about consent. Control, really. The need will never go away, but
that's a non-factor. It's a part of who you are now. "

"That's a good girl. You can take my underwear off now, and get
down to work. Pull back your hair. I still want to see your face
on the video. Good. I love how red your face gets when you do
these things for me. Very nice."

Long pause.

"Now, listen carefully. I know you're busy, but you'll want to
remember this later. After the consent video. After the drug and
the chaser. When you've done what you need to do, you'll want to
remember this. What I want from you is your consent on a
different level, and it's just possible that I'll get it. "

"I'm going to screw with your head pretty badly. You'll watch
all the videos... of yourself, and of your friends. You might
refuse, but that'll just make it hard on you..."

"Oh, sweety... right there... that's good..."

"If you refuse at first, I'll just wait until your need
increases, and you can't refuse me. Then you'll watch the videos
in the state you are now... desperate... complaint. Or, if you
want to embrace your new nature, you'll watch them with me in
calmer moments... and I'll discuss my plans with you."

"It'll probably bother you at first... just like licking my
pussy does now... although in honesty, I couldn't tell it from
the kind of enthusiasm you're showing right now. But you'll get
used to it. It'll begin to change you."

Gasp. Choke.

Slap.

"Don't fucking stop, bitch. I'll hold your leash and collar just
as tight as I want, and you'll keep serving me, you worthless
cunt. And in ten minutes, after you've given me a good orgasm,
and a believable consent video, I'll shoot you so fucking high
that you'll beg to be a part of the gangbang video shoot I have
planned for you..."

"Mmmmm... oh, that's so fucking good... that's what you'll
learn. It's good to be in control. Maybe you won't agree to it at
first, but I'm playing the long game. I'll give you little
choices at first. Ones that impact yourself, and your friends."

"Get your tongue right in there. Don't be shy...."

"Listen. Don't fool yourself. The underlying decision will
always remain the same. Meet your needs, or suffer. Sometimes
both. But when you become a consensual participant... when you
learn to enjoy your new nature... when you recruit new boys and
girls for our pleasure... when you are given the option of a
clean hit *every time*... you'll be..."

Muffled. Now crying. 

"I'll be you."



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