Friction by Bill: 2023

Some time ago, amidst a discussion with a 'KateTwinset' from the DGF, I wrote up a story about consensual lobotomy called Stepfordism - Lobotomy Spike 01. Wrapped in Stepfordisms and a particular fetish for knitted cardigans, it was fun to write and I was pleased with how it was received.

Now there's a sequel.

And, the title 'The Perfect Partner' hits on two fronts.

One you'll figure out as you read it.

The other is because, well, I didn't write this. My absolutely delicious minx of a partner did.

And, she agreed that for every 'Reaction' this story gets, I get to do something to her. Because she really is an absolute treat.

So, without further ado.

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*Lobotomy Spike 02*

With a cheerful tinkle Kate pushed the door open and walked into the shop.

"Well hello my dear, what can I do for you?" Smiled the woman behind the desk. Her thick blond curls tumbled artfully around her face, framing her cat green eyes as they flashed behind her horn-rimmed glasses.

Kate gulped, intimidated by her beauty and the sleek modern machines whirring silently behind her. Her body shook in anticipatory fear, she didn't know what to expect of this place, or this woman. Kate's frumpy crochet cardigan, sensible pumps, and old fashioned pleated beige skirt made her feel dumpy and out-of-place in this sleek modern establishment.

"I was sent here by partner" Kate half-stammered anxiously, picking a loose thread on her cardigan. "He said... he said..." she trailed off softly, looking down, unable to meet the vibrant eyes of the woman behind the desk. The sounds and scents of this foreign place intimidating and exotic, causing her to falter and stutter into silence.

"Cat got your tongue girl?" The lady asked, smiling cruelly. Her small pink tongue darted out and licked her lips, illustrating her point and making a mockery of Kate's lack of poise. Kate followed it with her eyes, wishing inside she had the nerve to be so blatantly sexual in front of a stranger.

Kate took a deep breath and struggled to speak "my partner, he thinks I'm too shy and he...he..." she stuttered to a stop again.

The woman behind the desk stood up, revealing the tight latex nurse outfit, her breasts straining to escape, hardened nipples clearly defined by the skin tight suit. Kate couldn't take her eyes from them as the woman walked towards her, the sensual clicking of her heels painfully illustrating the difference between these two woman. The gentle sway and bob of her full tight breasts captivated Kate and she wondered what it would be like to swirl her own tongue wantonly around the hardened nubs while this intimidating woman moaned against her. Their naked bodies soft and sleek against each other, lubricated by the shared juices of their mutual arousal.

Abruptly Kate was pulled from her fantasy as, gabbing her face, the woman pulled her upwards, snarling down at her "in my office, pretty disposable women like you don't waste my time. I have no patience for broken, unfixable toys. Your partner understands what we do here or he wouldn't have sent you, so pretty, so vulnerable, and oh so very, very alone."

So saying the woman traced her nail down Kate's jaw, slowly, tantalizingly slowly, trailing it down to her nipple. The grasp of her other hand tightening around Kate's throat contrasted with the sharp shock of her nail edging over the tender flesh of Kate's rapidly hardening nipple. Kate let out an involuntary moan and leaned towards the women, her earlier fantasy rekindling, this time with a darker edge. With a flash of teeth and an abruptness that make Kate gasp the woman cruelly pinched Kate's nipple, tightening her hand around her throat till she choked, forcing her upwards onto her toes.

"So, tell me want you want with your last gasp of air pretty girl, or I'll dispose of you the way all lonely broken toys should be disposed of."

In a hoarse voice Kate gasped out "my partner said this place could make me his slut. Please..." she coughed, pinpricks of black sparkling across her vision, her heartbeat seeming too loud, slowing as she listened, darkness closing in, feeling her sense of self fading.

Suddenly the pressure around her neck relaxed and she gasped in air, collapsing to her knees. The sweetness left her wanting more, but her body, wracked with coughs, refused to drawn in enough.

Through her desperate gasps she heard to woman say "very well. To train someone as obviously...inexperienced...as yourself shall require the full lobotomy."

"Lobotomy?!" Kate chocked out through her gasps. But before she could say more her arms were grabbed by two tall woman in skintight black outfits, their identical flaming red hair pulled back in complex braids. Kate's arms were wrenched upwards as they hoisted her to her feet. As she opened her mouth to scream the woman behind the desk said "have a nice day", and with a sugar sweet smile popped a lollipop into Kate's open mouth.

Chocking and gasping Kate was dragged behind the desk by the twin red-heads. Tears flowing down her face as she tried to spit the candy out and wrench her arms free. Her brown curls matted to her face with sweat and tears momentarily blocked her view as she was pulled behind the machinery she'd noticed on entry. Then she felt the biting cut of leather straps around her ankles, wrists and head as she was tied to a chair she haven't noticed before.

"All settled deary?" Said the woman from behind the desk. Kate heard the snap as she pulled on a pair of black latex gloves. "You see, we like to keep the machinery up front so we don't scare away perspective...clients. If the girls coming in saw what their partner's wanted for them, why you little lambs would all run before the slaughter!" She chuckled to herself as the red-heads did a final inspection of Kate's restraints, pulling them painfully tight.

"And before you think of escape, know that our little machines will block you from view and their humming makes a surprisingly effective white noise to cut out any screams." The woman said in a self satisfied tone as she hummed softly to herself, her back to Kate, inspecting something on a nearby table.

"The machine's do have their use, but we like a little more of a 'hands-on' operation here, don't we girls?" As she said this the woman turned to Kate, picking up a long, t-shaped, Spike from the nearby table.

Kate eyes grew wide as she stared at the gleaming tip of the Spike. Spitting out the lollipop she drew a breath to scream and chocked as one of the twins abruptly shoved their fingers into her mouth, causing Kate to gag.

"As I was saying, hands on. Now, since you're a little timid, the kind of woman who doesn't yell her partner's name in bed, and frankly, judging by your attitude and outfit, likely the kind of woman who doesn't yell anything in bed. I understand we're to 'upgrade' you. Turn you into the pretty, obedient, mindless little plaything your partner desires."

"Girls, shall we begin?" So saying the second twin drew a knife down Kate's old fashioned librarian-esq clothes, peeling them off her body and leaving her exposed to the cold air. With a shudder Kate felt the tip of a vibrator push against her tight pussy.

"Usually we use lube" whispered the redhead into her ear, her large breasts pushing against Kate's body in a soft and sensual way horribly at odds with the cold treatment of her body, "but I am so going to enjoy watching you scream around my sister's hand as this rips into your tender dry little pussy."

So saying she thrust the vibrator into Kate, causing her to thrust upwards in a vain attempt to avoid it, forcing the fingers of the other twin deeper down her throat as she gagged and shuddered at the dual violations of her body.

As she felt the distracting tingle of the vibrator deep in her pussy Kate's eye was caught by a flash of silver as the woman moved the razor-tip of the gleaming metal tool towards her eye. Between the restraints and the hard fingers of the redhead digging into her mouth and keeping her immobile, Kate was unable to even twitch. Tears blurred the incoming implement, until suddenly she felt the ice cold touch of the spike under her left eye. Caught between the horror of what she knew was coming, and the pleasure of the vibrator deep inside her body, Kate trembled, tears running down her face.

As she felt the first bright stab of pain as the Spike pierced her skin one of the the twins reached down with cool fingers to flick and rub the engorged nub of Kate's clit. The pain intensified as the Spike was forced deeper, and all that kept Kate from blacking out was the rhythmic stroking of her clit, bringing her closer and closer to an orgasm she didn't want.

To cum, naked and violated, in front of strangers. How could her partner have tricked her into this. When she'd idly told him she wished she could be a better pain slut, like his previous partners had been, she hadn't imagined this! Was this how he'd trained his other partners?
What with his blue eyes and open face, framed by those angelic chestnut curls, how could a woman not want to please a man like that? Now, as the burning pain of the Spike pushed in further, and the blood welling up and mixing with her tears began to obscure her vision with a rosy haze, she was beginning to question what he meant when he'd said his previous partners had "moved on".

A gentle 'drip drip drip' pattering relentlessly dragged her back from her musings. As the feel of the vibrator and the skilled fingers on her clit pushed her over the edge of an orgasm, making her scream around the fingers in her mouth and thrust upwards with her release, the involuntary action drove the spike even deeper into her cranial cavity. As the combined pain and orgasmic release drove her to blackness her last thought was to realize, that noise was her blood, 'drip drip drip' pattering onto the floor.

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With a cheerful tinkle a man pushed the door open and walked into the shop.

"Well hello my dear" He said, smiling at the woman behind the desk. His thick chestnut curls tumbled artfully around his face, framing blue eyes that flashed behind his glasses with warmth, good humour and mirth.

"I believe you have something of mine that's ready for disposal." He said, leaning over the desk with a smile.

"Ah yes, the new pain slut. She's really come along nicely. Pity she'll never be able to see out of that eye again, but then again, she won't have long to bemoan that. Toys just don't last as long anymore do they." The woman said with a sigh that forced her breasts up.

The man watched them thrust up against her outfit, the latex cutting into them and dimpling the soft skin, much, he imagined, the way a knife would at the first soft kiss, before the blood welled up, before the victim realized how serious this scene would be.

The sensual clicking of heels drew his head up, and the sight that greeted him made him forget his musings.

His erstwhile mousy partner stood before him, a vision in lingerie and stilettos, Kate's lips a deep blood red, her eyes rimmed in black khol. Seeing him she dropped to her knees, crawling towards him, her pink tongue snaking out to lick sensually around her lips as she kneeled before him. Eyes level with his cock she leaned forward to unzip his pants with her teeth.

With a groan he reached down, tangling his hand in her hair. "Not yet" he whispered pulling her slowly up his body, letting her mouth linger, dragging her against him. As she reached his mouth to kiss him, he gazed into her vacant eyes, one unfocused and clouded with blood.

With a wicked sounding 'snikt' he snapped a knife open, drawing it down along her neck.

"Oh my pretty girl. My pretty toy. My pretty little cum bucket. Do you want to please me? Do you want me to hurt you? To make you beg? To fuck you so hard it hurts?" The knife trailed along her throat, her clavicles, her chest, tracing bloody calligraphy around her nipples, before finally coming to rest, tip first, over her heart.

"Pretty girl" the man whispered against her parted lips, breathlessly into her hot moist mouth "beg me to hurt you."

With a gentle gasp Kate moved forward against him, the knife tip piercing her skin, the hot trickle of blood running over his hands, making his grip slick and dangerous.

"Please", she moaned, writhing her body against him "please hurt me. Please use me. Please fuck me."

He chuckled darkly, twisting the knife deeper into her flesh, enjoying the feel of her sliding her thighs together, the wet juices of her aroused pussy soaking into his pants where she ground against him. Her moans like candy against his mouth.

"Before you were my slut you'd never call my name while we fucked. Now that you're nothing but my pretty little play thing you'll beg me for it, using my name like the little whore you are. Go on, beg me like a good girl." He slid the knife a little deeper, whispering against her mouth as he felt it grate against the bone "beg me".

"Please, Bill, harder"

He slid the knife home.