Guidance for an Ace Detective Ch. 02

"You're... this is not... r-real. You're... this is..!" Ash tried a lame protest, all while frozen in a pose that made her look like a hooker hawking her goods. Everything about this scenario was too twisted--too absurd to even entertain it actually happening to her! This was a nightmare! Technology like what this man seemed to possess did not exist! Girls could not shrink to half their size or inflate their breasts! Clones could not replace people! It was all just too much. A bad dream...

She heard a click, and the quiet humming that filled her everything let her know that the man had activated his Buzzer again. The tech in her ear emitted protective sound, allowing her to resist his orders.

"Nanomachines, Ash!" He clenched his fist in triumph, brimming with pride over his own brilliance. "Well, you're free to believe whatever you want, detective. Now, let's put you--and your heightened sensitivity--to the test a little! Ashley Moorey, say something about your clone's body. Any simple comment's fine." The man grunted as he slammed the cloned thing he had been carrying down on her back on the table, her gigantic breasts spilling out over her miniature form, almost completely covering the still giggling shortstack buried underneath them, her bubblegum-pink hair spread wide over the table's wood.

The man's grubby hands slapped the maximum boobs, and the ensuing shaking and wobbling of the blobs was almost hypnotic. The girl on the table moaned and howled, goading him to continue: "Yes Master! Yes!! So goood! Please play rough with my stupid-size tits, bolted-on to this even dumber detective slut! I'm so much bigger and better than that flatty bitch original! Please Master! Remind your worthless, artificial girl that I'm your property! You cloned me just to fuck me, right?! Right?! Take me! Not just my breasts! Satisfy yourself with any of my holes! Please Master! Please, pleeeaaase fuck me!! Breed me!!" Another slap of her tits followed and the bubblegum girl screeched with joy!

Meanwhile, the dumb order echoed in Ash's head, while the earpiece the pervert himself had given her back did its job. "Say something about your clone's body." "What was even the point of issuing her an order like that when he had given her the means to resist it. Did he want her to-" The ace detective's pondering was abruptly cut off, and she was filled by a burst of pleasure unlike anything she had ever felt in her life.

"Nnnghhnaahh~!" Ash cried in a desperate, shameless moan, similar to the encouraging squeals her clone gave at having her breasts abused, and the ace detective felt her legs give in under her. She fell to the floor. It was not unalike what had happened in her sister's apartment, but this feeling was not like an electric shock. This was pure pleasure! Or rather, a tease, a tantalizing promise of satisfaction beyond comprehension. Simply saying something about the crazed, living mass of boobs the pervert had just placed on the table? To actually do that? To hear herself give voice to something like that. Something about her clone's body. Like she had just been commanded to do.

Just to imagine such an act was unbearable to Ash! The girl thrashed wildly on the floor, unable to suppress the pre-orgasmic shudders that coursed through her. Her pussy spasmed, and hot liquid flowed out between her thighs, darkening the purple stockings of the fetish uniform the man had dubbed a "reverse bunny suit", the outfit that she had been made to appear to enjoy wearing.

She could resist. She could resist! She could resist him!! She did not have to obey!! But... her body was shaking, readying itself for a release that never came. Unless... She visualized herself giving in. Doing what she had been told. The earpiece hummed in her ear, blocking the pervert's Buzzer from imposing his will on her. She could resist! She could resist him!! She just did not want to.

"S-she hassss... b-biiggg b-breastssss..!" Ash panted out in-between convulsions. The female detective vaguely recalled something about an iron willpower or a donkey or something, but it all seemed so insignificant in that moment.

The reward her body gave her, was worth it a hundred times over! She soared straight to heaven, no longer lying on the cold floor in bunker cell.

Ash giggled like a maniac, experiencing pure, undiluted orgasmic bliss. The two twin girls, one on the table, the other on the floor both giggled madly in unison. At that, the man pulled his cock out of the soft cushion of tits, and Ash vaguely registered how the other girl stopped moaning from satisfaction, and instead began to whine at the sudden withdrawal of the man's attention.

"Nooooo..! Please Master, don't stop! I'm soooo much better than her, even if she's the original! Right? Right?! You fucking my tits is all I need, Master! Ashley's so, so sorry for being a greedy bitch, asking you for anything more!"

"Shut up for a moment, slut! I'll get back to you soon." Ash's tormentor gave the more-than-huge breasts a final slap, and her clone's worry was replaced by a complacent shudder and moan. "I agree with what you just said, detective. Nice, mammoth-size tits on this copycat bitch!"

"Now, let me hear nice things about my dick, Ash. Heap on the praise! Don't be shy! Lay it on real thick, lavish it with lurid laudation like a real cock-starved nympho!"

The ace detective played among the pink clouds, enjoying absolute contentment when the creep's new order hit her. The earpiece did what it should, but she still felt his voice bouncing around in her mind, demanding her attention, bothering her until she had to address it.

This sick pervert wanted to hear her sing praise for his disgusting penis!

She refused! She would never demean herself so! Never! This creepy fucking pervert bastard rapist mind control-fetishist old man!! She... would... never... n-never... f-feel like that again if she..! Once again, her made hyper-sensitive body flushed with feverish heat, when she imagined herself giving in, and do what she had been ordered to do.

Ash bit down on her finger, stifling a sob, trying in desperation to calm herself. She could resist this! This freak may have made her body ten times more sensitive now or whatever, but she was still Ashely Moorey! She had experience handling Buzzers; she could fight this! She was stronger than this! She could resist! She would resist! But... she... m-maybe just... one last time? Then, when he had bought her ruse, falsely believing that she had lost to his sickening experiment, she would strike back.

The girl tossed and turned on the floor, her fingers digging into her scalp, trying to keep her mind in one piece. She felt as though her brain was inches away from shattering, like her sanity unraveled. Obeying him. It... it would feel soooo goooooood. Just imagine giving- No! Stop!

"It'sh... d-... for m-making babies! Your penis is good for making babies!!" She heard herself scream, the mind-addled girl barely conscious of what she said, her body's singular need revolving around doing what the voice said, chasing the high her whole being cried that she would be rewarded with! And rewarded she was!

Barely a moment after her desperate shout, her insides felt as if they were on fire, electricity racing through her veins, sending jolts of pleasure throughout her entire body. Her pussy felt on the verge of exploding, her skin sparkling, her already heightened senses even further elated.

"B-Bigger cocks are better for making b-babies!! Nnngaahh~! S-sooo h-hard, soooo huge! Y-your massssive dick, s-sir!!" Ash moaned out, words just bubbling out of her lips, her body and mouth obeying his order while her mind was lost. Each word, each syllable praising him as she had been commanded to, was another hit of absolute satisfaction.

"Wow! This was even easier than I thought." The man laughed in response to the crazed woman panting a manic rant about the appeals of his cock beneath her. "I didn't expect you to be so weak this time, detective."

"I l-ooove your outstanding, studly piece of manmeat!" She cried. The spiked heels she wore scraped against the concrete floor as she kicked wildly, enraptured by the instant feedback of bliss every time she did as ordered. She desired nothing more than to keep lavishing his penis with praise like a real cock-starved nympho! But... Ash was not like... that. Stop! Stop!!

"Thanks, Ash. This is great! You don't have to praise me anymore now, unless you want to, that is. Just one final trial left for you." The man said, while the girl on the floor kept heaping more and more superlatives over his now rock-hard penis. "You may walk out the door now, remember what I told you earlier? I'm not gonna stop you if you want to leave. But I command you to give my cock, my uhhh... 'large, baby-making piece of manmeat' like you just called it, a single lick. Just one's enough."

"Y-your p-penis is s-so great and majestic, s-sir..." Ash whimpered. The girl was barely coherent, barely able to speak aloud the latest words of praise in her infinite tirade of worship. Of the mind she had briefly worried would shatter, only pleasure-addicted broken shards remained. She needed this. She needed to feel like this! She would go mad if she ever did not!

The wreck of a woman who had possibly been an ace detective glanced towards the open door. There was something important out there, wasn't it? Something.

She rose up from the floor, unsteadily settling on her knees. She shifted her gaze from the open door (Did it mean "freedom"? What was that?), to the pervert's erection. She had been singing its praise so many times over in her head, on constant loop and repeat, that feelings of reverence for the object swelled within her at the mere sight.

Ash moaned loudly, shivering like a drug addict waiting for her fix, her body in desperate need of another dose of fulfillment, despite merely seconds having passed since her last hit.

"Just a single, quick lick. Then, freedom." She lied to herself, and leaned forward, tongue out, ready to sample the forbidden fruit. Her tongue barely brushed the tip of his shaft. The taste of salty precum heralded the undoing of the last vestiges of her sanity and independence, the flavor a prelude to what was sure to be her strongest orgasmic rush yet. Her lips parted as they pressed against his dick, and she felt it well up from deep within her very core.

Her eyes rolled back into her head, the last resistance her semblance of a mind could put up finally buckling and snapping against the indescribable pleasure. "Ahhhhh! Aghh... oh g-god, it feels so... soo good..." Her body shook with yet another lash of pure bliss, her toes curling as she tried to hold on. "Ahh... I love this dick so much! Your cock tastes so, soooo good, sir..!" She panted out. She was no longer rewarded by surges of pleasure when she spoke like a cock-starved nympho, but the girl felt just as incredible giving voice to her heart's feelings; to talk dirty like this was a reminder of how good she had felt, lavishing his penis with such honesty, such praise.

She leaned in deep and trailed her tongue from his base all the way along the shaft, tickling his glans and then finally pecking the head of his cock with a kiss. "Such a... n-nice... khhh..! dick!!" She shivered, and licked the head some more, her tongue whirling around it.

"You're a real natural at sucking cock, detective." The ugly man groaned, as her tongue slid over him. "But you do realize you're not getting any more feedback from this, right? You're licking it more than one time, Ash."

She shut him up by opening wide and plunging her thirsting mouth down over his outstanding penis, finally enveloping him fully with her lips. She felt complete like this, with this man's pole of potency lodged deep within her throat. "Freedom?" Why would she ever want to leave the object that could finally make her feel whole? She gazed up at the man, his cock stuffed down deep in her, and slowly pulled back, tightening her lips like a good, cock-hungry little nympho would.

Did good men truly exist? Of course they did--this man was a shining paragon of one. A man who could make her feel like this was good! More than good! Great! Absolutely perfect! A perfect man and his:

"Perfect cock!" She panted out, slobbering all over him. "Such a great, perfect fucking cock you've got, sir! It's like it was made for wrapping horny slut lips like mine around it." She shuddered when speaking, simply by the phantom of the feelings of belonging and satisfaction she would forever associate with praising this unbelievable regalia.

Ash finally took her earpiece out and threw it to the floor. She could not stand it any longer! Could not stand having any barrier between her and the pleasure of obedience. She desired to fully submit, to expose herself to his will unfiltered!

The perfect man flashed a triumphant grin at the sight, a sinister half moon of pearly whites that lit up his his unassuming face. He laughed. "Honesty at last! Seems you've realized a few things about yourself now, Ash. You're no 'ace detective'! Ashley Moorey's just a depraved little slut, addicted to following her Master's orders. Aren't you?"

His words vibrated in tune--in perfect harmony--with her soul.

"Yes, Master! I'm a dirty whore who gets off on being told what to do. Please tell me what to do!" She moaned. Every word she spoke was true! Because her Master had told her so. But honestly, he had not needed to use his Buzzer like that. Ash was a horny slut addicted to following her Master's orders because she wanted to be like that--because she felt too good not to.

"That's a good cocksleeve, Ash. I want you to think real hard on something I'll tell you now. To really understand the implications of it." The man's voice shook as his calloused fingers caressed the head his throbbing cock. Ash nodded with vigor--she existed to obey her Master. The humming and whirring of his Buzzer stopped. "You're not the original Ashley Moorey. This pink-haired lunatic is, not that her messed-up head would ever be able to truly grasp that. You're not the first clone either, this is the fifth time I've run this type of scenario. It's so fucking addicting to see your high and mighty 'ace detective' persona gradually give in, crack and finally break!"

She did as ordered, and ruminated on her Master's words with great scrutiny. Some ruined part of her recognized that she should panic, despair and cry, at what he had just said. If his words were even true. But Ash did not need much time to think it over--she finally understood how she truly felt.

The kneeling girl simply beamed at her Master, her great purpose in life, with true joy and devotion. He was still jacking off, and grunted like a beast when she began to speak. "Thank you so much, Master. Thank you for allowing this clone to experience this, to experience the joys of serving as your cock-addicted slave."

Her Master's hand cramped like a vice around his dick in response to her genuine gratitude. "I figured you'd say something like that. Show me just how grateful you are, Ash."

In the hours that followed, the two girls, clone and original, serviced their Master in tandem, like two proper, made-for-it sex slaves should.

***

The girl had never felt prouder--showing off her much improved body, its appeals highlighted perfectly by the reverse bunny suit her wise Master had been graceful enough to gift her. She smiled widely for the camera, for the many men (and some women) she knew watched her. This was her moment--her big chance! Her entire existence had been leading up to this absolutely awesome moment!

"Hiiii everybody~! So glad you're able to watch me today! I ummm... I have to speak English, hope that's okay?" She struck a silly pose and stuck out her tongue, just as she had practiced. She should show off her cute side! "I used to be a boooring and stuck-up woman who tried to stop these kind of fun events. Sooooo stupid and dumb, I know! Sorry, sorry!!" She paused and teased her viewers a little, shaking her huge breasts. Teasing them like that would surely drive up her price! "But I know better now, much much better, after receiving some helpful guidance from a super-duper cool person! I love that person soooo much!"

"My body's like... really, really super-sensitive, so if you wanna punish me for all the dumb idiot things I did before, you can be sure I'll really feel it... Or, if you wanna make me feel extra good, I'm real easy to please! I just, p-please..!" Her lower lip quivered slightly, not from practice but out of genuine feelings of sadness and worry. She needed this! Needed to be purchased for a good price. Otherwise, this idiot useless clone would have no true value! That's what her Master had let her know before he sent her away!

"I wanna be yours! Please, allow Ashley Moorey, ace detective, to serve you forever from now on, Master. We'll start the bidding at 15 million yen!"