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Emma rocked back and forth as the Bimbo-chip’s pleasure pulse rewarded her for her correct thought-form. Yes, she loved how it kept spiking her arousal. The part of her still capable of analytical thought had realised a long time ago that she was being re-written, new neural pathways growing as old ones were laid to waste. New drives and urges were being slowly cemented in place, as the harvested meta-data of a million different letches and pervert’s browsing habits were compiled and squeezed into her mind. Panties lay at her ankles, soaked with arousal as she plunged her fingers into her needy snatch, teasing herself over and over, as the image of gang-bangs, cream pies and breast jobs filled her hormone soaked mind. She didn’t know she could be so aroused without cumming, but she loved every second of what was being done to her. The chip installed into the back of her neck made sure of it, having installed an overwhelming fetish for brainwashing that had burst through her

Born with a silver spoon in his mouth, Kevin became a VP at his father's company by the time he was 22. Did he deserve his position? Probably not, but it was good to be the boss's son. That is until a few days ago when his father passed away from a heart attack. Kevin was set to inherit everything… if he could survive the vote of confidence in front of the board of directors. After another day of trying to piece together support for his taking over the company, Kevin returned to his modest apartment. It was well below what he could afford, but he liked bringing girls home and the last thing he needed was for them to know how much money he had. He flopped on the couch, still dressed in his suit, and let his body relax. There were going to be so many changes in the next few days, and all Kevin could think about was how rich it was going to make him. He was so lost in thought he didn't notice the figure of a man sneaking stealthily up behind him. Wearing all black with his face covered