**Under Zenova’s Control**

I didn’t know what I was signing up for when I volunteered for the secret lab’s “cognitive enhancement trials.” The money was too good to pass up, and the NDA didn’t seem that scary—until they strapped me into the chair, electrodes tingling against my temples, and the screens flickered to life.

That’s when **she** appeared.

Goddess Zenova.

Her image filled every screen in the room, towering over me like some digital deity. She was unreal—plump lips, mesmerizing eyes that seemed to glow, curves wrapped in a skintight silver bodysuit that left nothing to the imagination. My dick twitched the second I saw her, as if my body knew before my brain did—I was hers now.

“Welcome, subject,” her voice purred through the speakers, smooth and hypnotic. The way she said *subject* made my skin prickle, my cock thickening in my pants. “You’re going to be such a good toy for me, aren’t you?”

I tried to shake my head, but the electrodes buzzed, sending a warm pulse through my skull. The screens flashed, spirals swirling in time with her voice.

“Focus on my eyes,” she commanded, and I couldn’t look away. Her gaze locked onto mine, pupils expanding until they swallowed me whole. “You feel so heavy… so warm… and your cock is getting harder just listening to me, isn’t it?”

“Fuck… yeah,” I mumbled, my voice slurring. My dick was rock solid now, straining against my jeans. I should’ve been terrified—this was brainwashing, pure conditioning—but all I felt was **need**.

“Good boy.” She licked her lips, and the screens pulsed again. My thoughts turned fuzzy, my body melting into the chair. “You want to obey me, don’t you? You want to be my perfect little pet.”

“Yes… Goddess…” The words spilled out without thought.

Her smile widened. “Then let’s make sure you’re properly conditioned.”

The screens flashed a deep, hypnotic red, and suddenly her bodysuit **melted** away, revealing her perfect tits, her tight waist, her dripping pussy. My mouth watered. She spread her thighs, fingers tracing her glistening folds.

“You want to taste me, don’t you?”

“Fuck. Yes. Please.”

The chair reclined, forcing me to stare up at the screens as Zenova teased herself. Her fingers slid through her slick pussy, spreading her lips, circling her swollen clit. My cock throbbed, aching, leaking pre-cum into my boxers.

“Stroke yourself for me,” she murmured, and my hand moved on its own, unzipping my jeans and pulling my dick free. The second my fingers wrapped around my shaft, pleasure exploded—her voice, her commands, were all I could think about.

“That’s it… fuck your hand like you wish it was my cunt,” she moaned, rolling her hips on screen, two fingers plunging into her tight hole. “Imagine how good I’d feel wrapped around your cock.”

“G-Goddess—!” I gasped, pumping faster, hips jerking.

“You belong to me now,” she whispered as the screens pulsed faster, drowning me in her rhythm. “Your mind, your body, your pleasure—it’s all *mine*.”

And just like that, something **snapped** inside me.

A wave of bliss crashed over my skull, my dick twitching violently as cum shot up my chest in thick ropes. But even as I shuddered through the orgasm, the screens kept flashing, her voice weaving deeper into my brain.

“Again,” she commanded, and my cock **ached** back to life, still dripping.

I couldn’t fight it. Didn’t **want** to.

I was hers now. Forever.