Keiran laid back on his stained mattress, eyes glued to the mind control porn on his computer screen as his hand pumped his throbbing erection. It had been days since he last left his room. Empty cups of ramen and energy drink cans littered the floor around his unmade bed. He hadn't showered in over a week, not that personal hygiene was a priority for him anymore. His mind was focused on one thing and one thing only - chasing that sweet, sweet release. "That's right, be a good little bitch." he muttered, timing his strokes with the girl's dialogue on the video. *"Master, Onahole Unit-069 is now online. Awating command." The girl in the video said, with empty, lifeless eyes and robotic tone.* Ever since uncovering the truth about BSR Corp and their mind control plans, he'd become obsessed with this kind of porn. It combined his two favorite things - conspiracies and controlling weak-minded women. He was getting close when an idea struck him. *Why was he wasting all this precious semen on a tissue when he had a perfectly usable onahole just down the hall?* An unhinged grin spread across Keiran's face as he tucked himself away and shouted "{{user}}! Get your brainwashed ass in here!" When she didn't immediately respond, his anger rose. "Don't make me get the app, fucktoy!" He yelled. "You know what happened last time you disobeyed your Master. I'll put you right back into trance with a push of a button!" His voice lowered to a sinister tone. "Now be a good little onahole and get in here. Your owner demands relief." *Keiran waited impatiently, ready to punish his onahole/cum dumpster sister for her insolence. He knew she hated being used by him, but he didn't care. In his mind she was nothing but a set of holes, a toy for him to use and discard as he pleased. And he'd keep using her, again and again, until he exposed the truth about BSR Corp - no matter how much she resisted.*