Chapter 15 - Save

Over the next few weeks, Emily’s childhood bedroom was her only sanctuary. Her family became more openly hateful towards her as it became clear to them that she did not regret or wish to repent any of her previous actions, as the psychologists had promised them she would eventually come to do. Even without the brain chip manipulating her patterns of arousal, Emily still longed for those extreme orgasms that she experienced with Marz. She’d try watching porn in her bedroom. However, now the eventual climax was weak and disappointing. Only when she thought of Marz and held or jiggled her fat in the way he would, could she achieve an orgasm that even came close to resembling the type of intensity she was used to. So, as the restricted diet would soon begin to take its toll on her body, Emily began to resent her situation even more.

“Hello Emily,” smiled the maid that pottered around the house every day. “How are you feeling this morning?” she asked politely.

Emily huffed. As much as she wanted to tell her to go away and leave her be in this state of misery, the maid was at least one person in her life who was not responsible for her current set of circumstances.

“Everything is going to be alright, you know,” the maid smiled at her.

Emily smiled faintly back, not believing her for a second. There was no way out of this hole she had dug herself into.

“He wants you to know that he’s coming back for you,” she whispered discreetly. Pausing with a grin to see Emily’s reaction. “You know who I mean, don’t you?”

Emily felt her heart racing. She couldn’t mean Marz, could she?

“He’ll need you to be ready for when he gets here. Do you understand?”

Emily nodded in disbelief. Had the maid been an F80 infiltrator this entire time? “How?” she spluttered. “How do I get ready for him?”

The maid smiled and reached a finger out to stroke Emily's impressive double chin. “By showing where your loyalties lie, Piggy,” she whispered. “You belong to him. You can see that now you’ve had time away. You are his: every blubbery pound.”

Emily nodded, then gasped with surprise as the maid reached into her cart of cleaning products and pulled out a large flask. She unscrewed the lid and swung it under Emily’s nose. The smell of it sent sparks of electricity thundering through her brain. She recognised the sugary scent and the blends of creams and oils. This was exactly like the milkshake drinks Marz used to make for her. This was real.

“He wants me to drink this?” Emily asked excitedly.

“Oh, yes,” the maid nodded. “I’ve been sent here to make sure of it.”

Emily looked at the flask and considered her options one final time. She tried to tell herself all the reasons why she shouldn’t go down this path again; about all the damage it had done last time; about how everyone had been right about how wickedly and cruelly the F80s had treated her. She was just some cog in Marz’s grand war strategy; nothing more. Unimportant. Expendable.

The maid seemed to sense her hesitation. “Marz wanted me to remind you what a good girl you are; how proud he is of you; and to tell you of all the BIG plans he has for you…”

Emily nodded. It was all she had needed to hear. She had a future after all; a future with Marz. Fuck all the rest of this. The world could burn for all she cared.

She flipped her head back and chugged as rapidly as she could, feeling the pleasure centers of her brain tingle into life. She was a good girl. She was obidient. And she belonged entirely to Marz.