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

by Orestes

orestesw@yahoo.com
ftp.asstr.org/pub/Authors/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."


 

  
