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"What the hell are you watching?" You ask your roommate, Deborah, sprawled out on the couch eating cereal. She's wearing nothing but her bra and panties and is absolutely glued to some trash reality show about fat women fighting each other for money.

"I like it." she says without taking her eyes off of the screen.

You stare at her and have to shake your head to bring yourself back to reality. When you first moved into this apartment six months ago, replacing her previous roommate, you thought it was nice sharing a place with a hot girl like Deborah. But now you are just frustrated by the whole ordeal. Sexually frustrated.

To say that Deborah is hot would be an understatement. She has short but stylish brown hair and big green eyes, pale skin, plump lips, large bouncy tits, slim waist, tight ass, and long legs. If only she wasn't such an asshole...

"You know..." You tell her as you push some of her dirty clothes off the couch and sit next to her "If you keep spending your days sitting on your ass watching that kind of crap your brain is going to end up melting out of your ears."

"Hmmm that sounds delicious," she giggles, still not taking her eyes off the TV. "And if you keep watching porn all day your cock will fall off!"

You move your hand to push her, playfully, but as soon as it makes contact with the side of her hip you both get zapped with a bolt of electricity causing you to cry out in pain.

"Ouch!" Deborah yells pulling away from you. "That hurt! What was that?"

You rub your hand where it felt like it got shocked and inspect it. "Some static charge maybe? Sorry about that."

As you look up towards your roommate, you realize she's now staring at you with a confused expression on her face.

"What?" You ask her, unsure what's wrong. "I said sorry, didn't I?"

"What the fuck..." She whispers looking down at your crotch and then back up again at you, "Did you do that on purpose?"

"What? Shock you?"

"Turn me into your sex slave." She tells you with a raised eyebrow.

You smirk, "Very funny, Debby."

She narrows her eyes at you as if trying to determine whether or not to believe you. "No, seriously though, did you?"

"Turn you into a sex slave? What are you talking about?" You say, slightly taken aback by her behavior. She seems totally serious.

"I'm your sex slave, John. I'm serious." She insists. "I wasn't, you zapped me with your hand or something and now... I am."

"Right..." You mumble, obviously not believing her but still wondering what she's up to. "Why don't you suck my dick, then?"

You watch with shock as Deborah gets off the couch, kneels in front of you and starts unbuckling your pants.

"Wait!" You try to protest. "What the fuck are you doing?"

She stops midway through taking off your pants and looks up at you. "Do you want me to suck your dick or not? I told you, I'm your sex slave. Just make up your mind, dude!"

You both stare at each other for a moment as you try to figure out what is going on here. This can't be real, obviously, so what is she up to?

"Alright..." You finally give in, resigning yourself to this strange situation and calling her bluff. "Do it."

She pulls your pants all the way down, along with your boxers and exposes your fully erect cock before moving forward and wrapping her lips around it. You moan, now both extremely aroused and confused. Your bitchy roommate, who has never shown any sign of sexual interest towards you, is now pretending to be your sex slave for no apparent reason and is sucking your cock like its perfectly normal.

You watch as she bobs her head back and forth, working your shaft with her tongue, squeezing your balls between her fingers. You feel an orgasm approaching fast, if she keeps this up much longer you will lose control.

"Wait... stop." You beg her. "I'm about to... I..."

She gets your dick out of her mouth but keeps stroking it with one hand as she asks: "Do you want to cum in my mouth?"

You nod in disbelief. "Yes..."

She smiles at you before lowering, once again, her mouth over your throbbing member.

"Holy shit!" You exclaim, letting go of a powerful burst of hot spunk straight into Deborah's warm throat. She gags slightly, coughs, and chokes, trying to keep your cock down her tight esophagus as long as possible. Finally managing to swallow most of your load, Deborah lets out a satisfied sigh and then begins licking and swallowing up every last drop. When she's finishes cleaning your cock she pulls away from you and simply sits back on the couch, looking satisfied.

You just lay there for awhile, completely shocked by the turn of events. Eventually though, the reality of the situation starts to sink in.

"What was that all about?"

"Jeez, dude." She says, leaning against the armrest of the couch and smiling "Are you really this dense? I told you. I'm your sex slave."

"Is that something you're into? I mean, I don't mind if it turns you on or anything... but what made you decide, all of a sudden, that you wanted to be MY sex slave?"

"I didn't decide anything, John." She tells you with an air of indifference. "You zapped me and I just was. Like... I don't know how but it just happened."

"What does that even mean?" You ask her, now wondering if the electric shock might have really done something to her.

"You really didn't do it on purpose?" She asks raising her eyebrow.

"Of course not..."

She looks at you skeptically. "Well, purposely or not, I'm your sex slave now."

"What does that even mean?" You repeat, exasperated by the whole conversation.

"What does sex slave mean? Seriously?"

You groan in frustration, pulling your pants and boxer up and throwing your hands up in exasperation as well. Deborah laughs in amusement.

"Calm down, John, Jeez!" She says shaking her head at you in mock sympathy. "I don't know what you did, or if you meant to do it, but what I can tell you is that as soon as you zapped me I just... I just knew that I was your sex slave. I will fuck you any way you want, any time you want, wherever you want."

You stare blankly back at your roommate before slowly standing up off of the couch and pacing around the living room for a moment, trying to wrap your head around this new situation.

"Alright, let's say this is real." You finally tell her after thinking about this for awhile "Let's say that by touching you, earlier, I somehow turned you into my sex slave."

"You did." She nods, taking another bite of cereal from the bowl on the table next to her

"How do you feel about it?"

"About what?"

"About being my sex slave!"

"Oh that? I don't really care." She says nonchalantly, finishing her breakfast. "I know I should, don't get me wrong, but somehow I just don't. I'm fine with it."

You frown at her. "I think we should take you to a doctor or something."

"A doctor?" She laughs, shaking her head. "Man, I have better things to do than go see a doctor; Watching TV, sucking your cock, that kind of thing. Besides, last I heard being a sex slave wasn't a medical condition."

"Maybe the electric shock did something to your brain."

"Maybe." She agrees, nodding along. "But whatever happened, happened. I told you, I'm fine with it."

"But..."

"John!" Deborah interrupts you as she stands up off of the couch and walks towards you. "You must be the dumbest man on Earth right now! You somehow just turned me into your willing sex slave, and it doesn't bother me in the slightest! I know I'm hot and I know you've been ogling me for ages. Do you have any idea how many people would kill to be in your shoes right now?"

She had a point there. But still...

"Alright..." You mumble, fighting the urge to just jump her bones, right here, right now. "If you're my slave, then I order you to come with me to the ER."

She shakes her head firmly. "I'm your SEX slave, dude, not your regular all obedient slave. If you want to fuck me, that's fine, but I'm not going to the hospital because you're too much of a dork to figure out that I am totally okay with this."

Not a normal slave, you think as she smirks at you, a SEX slave. "In that case." You say. "I want you to come with me to the ER and to masturbate there."

Deborah frowns at you. "You really are a dork." She tells you before turning around and heading toward her bedroom. "Let me get dressed."

***

"How long has she been acting this way?" Doctor Calvin asks you after examining your roommate Deborah for about ten minutes.

"It's been an hour." You tell her. "We were sitting on the couch when I touched her. She got some kind of static shock and started freaking out, saying that I'd turned her into my sex slave."

"I am his sex slave and I'm perfectly fine!" Deborah yells from behind the privacy screen. "Should I masturbate, now?"

"In a minute, Deb." You tell her, rubbing your temples in frustration.

You exchange glances with the doctor, clearly skeptical as well. The woman, in her thirties by the looks of it, is a very attractive brunette with hair tied in a bun behind her head and small glasses perched on the end of her nose.

"You touched her with your hand, right?" She asks looking you straight in the eyes. "Can I examine it?"

You nod and move your arm so that she can look at the spot where you felt the charge. As soon as she touches your skin she jerks back, her mouth dropping open. Once again, you feel an intense shock course through your body like lightning and you find yourself suddenly standing up and gripping your numbed hand.

"How peculiar..." Doctor Calvin says, looking up at your hand for a few seconds before turning to face you. "It seems whatever happened to your friend just happened to me too."

"What?!" You gasp in surprise.

"I am your sex slave, Mr Taylor." Doctor Calvin informs you calmly.

"Wait!" Deborah exclaims as she jumps out of the booth she was hiding under. "You too?"

You shake your head as if waking from a trance. "Are you kidding me?!" You say shocked. "What the fuck?"

Doctor Calvin laughs and gives you a friendly pat on the shoulder. "If it can be of any comfort." She tells you with a wink. "I don't mind it in the slightest."

"This doesn't make sense!" You insist, pacing around the room as the two women watch you. "This has to be a joke or something! Tell me this is a joke!"

"Jeez, dude! Calm down!" Deborah chimes in, rolling her eyes. "What is your problem? She's hot!"

"That's not the point!" You snap back at her.

"She's hot. I'm hot. You obviously have a hard on right now and we're both more than willing to help you with that." Your roommate adds with a sly smile. "So why do you keep fighting it?"

You stare at her dumbfounded for a moment before looking over at Doctor Calvin. Her expression remains unchanged as well; she seems perfectly fine with this absurd situation.

"Take off your clothes, both of you!" You tell them, giving up. You reassure yourself that at least you tried to resist it. Your hard cock, pushing against your jeans, has given up a while ago already.

"Finally!" Deborah says with an annoyed sigh as she pulls her shirt up over her head. The Doctor wastes no time stripping down to her bra and panties as well, throwing her white coat across the chair behind her desk.