I paused for a moment to organize my thoughts, and make sure the ideas I was considering would actually work. Jenny obviously thought she needed some kind of help, and I certainly didn’t mind giving it to her. But I still didn’t have a good feel for the limits of this power, and I suspected it would be easy to go too far with it and do more harm than good. So for now I figured it was best to use a light touch, and carefully observe how that worked out before considering anything more comprehensive.

“First, we’re going to make a new personality mode for you that gives you all the tools you need to survive when things get dangerous. We’re going to call her action girl Jenny. So I want you to picture what you’d be like as action girl Jenny. A version of you who’s brave and confident. Who can face danger and fight monsters all day long if she needs to, and has the strength to do whatever it takes to survive. But she’s still you, just with your strengths turned up and your weaknesses turned down, so it’s easier to be her than a complete stranger. What’s that Jenny like?”

“A total badass. Tough. Skilled. Strong. Determined, but not psycho. Sexy, and horny, but in control of it. Perceptive, and hard to sneak up on.”

“Good. Whenever you go into action girl mode, that’s what you’ll be like. You’ll turn into that tough, sexy survivor version of yourself, and deal with whatever needs doing. Now, how hard is it going to be to stay in action girl mode?”

“Kind of hard. Better than before, because it’s something I defined for myself and I can see how it all fits together. But I can’t be like that forever.”

“I know, Jenny. Would you even want to stay like that forever, if the stress wasn’t a problem?”

“No way! Well, maybe if you gave me a bunch of triggers to turn me into an obedient slut on command. I could get into being the badass babe who can’t help but melt for you. But mostly it sounds like too much responsibility.”

“Oh? If you could design a special mode to spend most of your time in, what would it be like?”

“Hmm. Perfectly trained slave Jenny, with all kinds of triggers and strict orders she can’t disobey. Or maybe mindless sex drone Jenny, who just floats along in empty-headed bliss all the time. Oh, or fresh slave Jenny, who’s still being trained and needs lots of hot scenes! I don’t know, there are so many options it’s hard to choose one.”

I resisted the urge to facepalm. Restraint and common sense clearly were not high priorities with this girl. I mean, I enjoy playing games like that too, but they’re only games. I can’t imagine actually keeping a girl like that for any length of time.

I resolutely ignored my boner’s endorsement of the idea. Real life is not a fetish porn story.

“Those do sound fun,” I admitted. “But it would be much too dangerous to put you in that kind of state and leave you there for any length of time. A mindless sex drone isn’t very good at protecting herself from murder squirrels, and I can’t save you if I’m sitting in a jail cell. Besides, how would you help me with all our survival plans if you literally can’t think about anything but sex?”

“That’s the best part. I’d get to dodge all the hard work, and just spend my time having magically awesome super-sex instead.”

This time I did facepalm. Clearly, it was a good thing I’d made Jenny’s analysis mode too focused to worry about how I’d take the things she revealed to me.

“Well, you can’t enjoy fun sex games if you’re dead,” I said. “So we’re going to have to reserve that kind of thing for when we’re safe. But I think we can take some steps to manage the stress of using action girl mode, and have a little fun with it on the side. What’s your favorite kind of sexy trigger?”

“Oh, that’s a hard call. I have so many fantasies, but I’ve never gotten to try most of them. Compulsions? Yeah, the kind of compulsion where I get so horny I can’t resist, and I just have to do something kinky and fun, and then I have more suggestions making sure I enjoy it.”

“Would you like me to actually give you some triggers like that?”

“Fuck, yes! I want you to make me do all kinds of kinky stuff, and make me love it. But I hate it when you ask for permission first. I want you to just do all the stuff in my fantasies to me, and not give me any choice about it.”

I chuckled. “I see. Does that come back to the responsibility thing again, or is there more to it?”

“Um, it’s complicated, and I’m not completely sure. There’s the responsibility thing, and I like fun surprises, but I think maybe there’s some other reason… oh. Oh! Wow, I never got that before. I want my guy to be strong and confident, so I know I can rely on him. If you know what you want, and you just take it and make me like it, and I cum my brains out and end up melting into a limp puddle of bliss, that really makes me feel like I picked the right guy. But if you stop to ask permission for every little thing it makes me feel like you’re an insecure man-child who doesn’t have the balls to stand up for himself, and will probably fold the moment the going gets tough.”

This analysis mode thing was going to be a huge relationship cheat, wasn’t it? I’d heard hints of that before, from other women, but I was never sure how seriously to take it. Also, there was a big problem with acting on it.

“What if I guess wrong about what you’ll like, and make you do something you wouldn’t have wanted?”

“As long as we’re not drowning kittens or something it’s not a big deal. If it’s just once in a while it could even be a good thing, because it tells me you know what you want and you’re bold enough to take it. Plus you can use hypnosis to make me enjoy things, and that just pushes my buttons like you wouldn’t believe. I really want you to find something I’m not really into and turn it into something I love doing all the time, just so I can live the hypno-slave fantasy.”

“Huh. How would you feel if I actually turned you into my mind controlled sex slave for real?”

She was silent for a long moment.

“Part of me would love that,” she finally admitted. “I try to play it off like the whole hypno-sub thing is just a game, but that’s bullshit. The reason I enjoy pretending so much is that part of me wants it for real. Only there’s another big part of me that would hate it, and constantly look for ways around my orders. It’s all this big messy tangle of feelings that’s hard to make sense of. I think maybe there are some areas of my life where I’d enjoy being completely controlled by a powerful master, but there are other areas where I really need to be able to make my own decisions, and it’s not easy to tell which are which.”

“That’s fair,” I said. “I wouldn’t want to go that far anyway, I’m just trying to get a handle on what you really want. We’ll have to work through things carefully, and find a balance that works for both of us. But I don’t want you deciding I’m a pathetic little mama’s boy for trying to figure it out, so how would you feel about a suggestion that makes you forget about that kind of question?”

She smiled. “That’s cheating. I love it.”

“I thought you would. Alright, here’s how it’s going to work. Whenever I call you ‘slave Jenny’, and ask a question, you’ll be compelled to give me a straight answer. You won’t be able to resist at all, or even think about distractions or word games or other ways of getting out of it. You’ll just blurt out the truth, answering as completely and accurately as you can. As you do you’ll feel a deliciously submissive sense of being overpowered and controlled, which makes you hot for me. Then, when you’re done answering, you’ll forget all about what just happened. You won’t remember my question, or how you answered. You’ll just be left with a lingering feeling that I just did something sexy and dominant. Can you do all that?”

“I forget all the words, but keep the feeling of master doing something sexy and dominant to me? Oh yeah, I can do that. Only, I’m going to be curious about what just happened, and bug you about it.”

“Then we’ll add another piece to the compulsion,” I told her. “You’ll realize I just did something to you and made you forget, and that will make you horny and curious. But you’ll be compelled not to ask me about it. You can wonder, and make up theories, and make yourself horny coming up with kinky scenarios, but you can’t quite bring yourself to actually ask. If you realize that’s because of a compulsion you’ll get another burst of that sexy feeling of being helplessly under my control. Do you like the way that fits together?”

“Fuck, yes. That’s exactly kind of thing I want, Tom. You should use the trigger a lot just to mess with my head, and keep me in the mood.”

“I’m sure I will, but that’s complicated enough that we should test it. Slave Jenny, how do you feel about swallowing?”

“I kind of wish I could get into it, because guys love it so much and I’ve read some really hot porn about mind broken cumsluts. But the taste is kind of bleh, and I don’t really enjoy doing it, which makes me feel like kind of a failure as a kinky nerdgirl. Part of me is hoping you’ll do something about that at some point.”

She fell silent. I waited a beat. Suddenly she gasped, and bit her lip. “You just used it, didn’t you? Umf. It’s working perfectly, Tom. I know you must have just… oh shit, that rocks. It’s hitting my slave girl kink just right, sir. I’m going to be hoping you use that trigger a lot. Are you going to make me forget what the trigger is for, to?”

“Yes, Jenny. You know that ‘slave Jenny’ is a trigger, and you’ll respond appropriately whenever I use it. But the knowledge of what the trigger is for is fading away. You don’t remember getting that trigger, or what it does. All you know is that it’s something instant and sexy, and it’s completely irresistible. Slave Jenny, what’s your favorite color?”

“Blue. Unf, I feel… wait, you must have… I can’t say it? That’s cheating!”

“Yes. Can you tell me what that trigger is for?”

“No, sir. But it’s a lot of fun, so I hope you use it lots.”

“Heh. Maybe I will. But first, let’s get back to taking care of our survival essentials before we get too distracted. I want you to go back to picturing action girl Jenny. That tough, capable, survivor version of yourself we were talking about before we got distracted. Action girl Jenny is always more alert, focused and practical than regular Jenny, but it’s on a level you can keep up for a few hours if you need to. She’s an action hero, not a robot. Are you with me so far?”

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“Yes, I can picture that. Me as a badass. I like the idea, but fights are still scary.”

“Yes, but action girl Jenny can handle it. When she’s in immediate danger, like a fight or being chased by monsters, she can do whatever it takes to survive. She’s brave even when things get bad, decisive even when there are no good options, and tough enough to keep going no matter what happens. She gets completely focused on making it through the tough spot, whether that means winning or just getting away. Can you do that?”

“Maybe, most of it, but it’s going to be really hard for me,” Jenny said.

“How can we make it easier?”

She considered that for a moment. “Make it so I don’t have to be good at everything at once. Like, I know I suck at making decisions, especially if they’re important and I don’t have time to think about it. So maybe make her leave the thinking to you, and just carry out your orders. Or maybe try to turn the fear into some kind of battle frenzy thing, so I don’t have to just willpower through it. Stuff like that.”

“Hmm. That kind of thing is tricky, and I don’t want to make a mistake that could get you killed. How about if we say action girl Jenny doesn’t want to deal with the big decisions, like how we organize our group or who we trust at our backs, so she leaves that kind of thing to me. She trusts me to tell her what needs doing, and she just focuses on succeeding at whatever task she’s been given. But she’s still a smart fighter, and when the enemy does something unexpected she doesn’t need to wait for orders to respond. She’s like an elite soldier, not a mindless battle thrall. Does that help?”

“Yeah, that’s much better. So many things I don’t have to worry about. Just focus on fighting, and let you handle the big picture. I can make that work.”

“Good. One more thing, though. Action girl Jenny is loyal to her commander, and won’t let anyone else melt her brain with sexy mind control bullshit. That would be a horrible betrayal, and she’s way too devoted to let that happen. So if some monster or evil mind controller tries to hypnotize her, action girl Jenny will immediately put an end to the threat. Kill it, tell your allies what’s happening, run away if you have to, whatever you can do to end the threat as fast as possible. Got it?”

“Aw, no corrupted heroine fantasies for me? I guess I can do that, but it won’t be foolproof. Even action girl Jenny only has so much willpower. Only, what if they’re friendly?”

“As long as you’re actually trying to avoid capture, that’s good enough. We can figure out a way to buy you resistances without interfering with our own fun when we have more points to spend. As for non-hostile encounters, action girl Jenny doesn’t let anyone play with her mind without permission, and it takes both of us to clear someone for that. So if someone who doesn’t have clearance tries something, but she doesn’t think they’re hostile, she’ll give them one warning about what the rules are and then let me know about it as soon as possible. If they keep trying that means they’re an enemy, and she needs to treat them like one.”

“Got it. But this is getting complicated, and I’m starting to feel like there’s a limit to how much stuff I can fit into this action girl thing. Or maybe I need to get used to it first, before we add anything else?”

“That would make sense,” I mused. “Alright, we’ll keep the triggers for this as simple as possible. Whenever I say, ‘action girl mode, Jenny’, you’ll instantly go into action girl mode. You can make yourself go into action girl mode with the same trigger phrase, and if something attacks you it will happen automatically. Are you with me so far?”

“Turn into action girl on command, or if something attacks me. Yeah, that’s easy. How do I get out of action girl mode?”

“When I tell you, ‘normal mode, Jenny’, or when you use the same trigger phrase yourself, you’ll go back to normal. When that happens you’ll do your best to let go of all the stress of danger and using action girl mode, and take comfort in being safe again.”

“I’m going to end up crying in your arms a lot if we do it that way,” she warned. “Which might not be a bad thing, except it means I don’t dare change back unless we’re somewhere private.”

“Hmm. Any suggestions on how to handle that? Most of the ideas that come to mind seem either impractical or dangerous.”

“I guess banging my brains out over the bodies of our enemies would fall under impractical,” she mused. “Um, hmm, I’m not sure. Maybe there’s some way you could order me not to be such a basket case to begin with, but that does seem kind of dangerous. Maybe some kind of reward trigger you can use to distract me? Hey, yeah, if good things come from fighting maybe I can learn to associate that with danger, and use it to help keep myself going.”

“What, like a reward trigger for making it through a fight?”

“Maybe. I’m not sure exactly how to make it work. Something intense enough to break me out of whatever I was feeling before, and keep me from having a panic attack or a crying fit or anything like that. I don’t want people seeing me break down.”

“I can understand that.”

It was a bit of a tricky problem, and part of me was tempted to tell her to grow up and deal with her emotional issues instead of relying on me for everything. But there was one obvious solution that occurred to me, and if it worked it could be a lot of fun. It was a little crazy, but it seemed like it would play to my crazy girlfriend’s kinks perfectly. I’d just have to invest some effort in setting it up properly.

“Well, if I’m going to keep this simple there are only a few options,” I went on. “Did you know you can orgasm on command now?”

“I can? Awesome! Was that the mystery trigger you gave me earlier?”

“No, this is something else. When you’re in a trance it doesn’t even need a trigger. You’re so relaxed and open to me, so submissive and ready to obey, that all I have to do is order you to orgasm and you will. I’m going to do it in a minute, and you’re already getting turned on from thinking about it. Feeling arousal suddenly rising, your body and mind getting ready for pleasure. Everything inside you winding tighter and tighter. You can’t resist it. You don’t want to resist it. It’s unstoppable. Building up, the pleasure and need for release getting more and more intense, just because I said so. You’re getting close. Closer. Do you want to cum for me, Jenny?”

“Yes!” She gasped. “I’m so close. Please, sir, make me cum for you.”

“On the count of three. One, getting closer, more aroused, needing an orgasm so bad. Two-”

A scream and a flurry of gunshots interrupted me.

It was so loud, it sounded like the commotion was coming from right outside the window. Jenny was off the bed and scooping up a pistol before I’d even properly registered what I was hearing.

“Where are they?” She growled, her eyes sweeping the room for threats.

“It’s coming from outside,” I said. Damn it, what crappy timing. Couldn’t the monsters wait another thirty minutes?

I pushed aside a selfish urge to just ignore the commotion, and moved to the window. So far none of the creatures we’d encountered had ranged attacks, so I hesitated only a moment before pushing the curtain aside to look.

Down in the parking lot, a pair of giant lizards were rampaging among the parked cars. They were the size of alligators, and they must have some kind of chameleon ability because they blended in well enough that they’d be hard to spot if they weren’t moving.

There was a fat guy down on the ground, bleeding heavily from a savaged leg and trying to fend off one of the lizards with a suitcase. The thing kept trying to bite the luggage, and seemed confused that it wasn’t bleeding, but I doubted that would occupy it for long. The other lizard had gone after a group of local kids, and wasn’t having an easy time of it. They’d jumped into the back of a pickup truck, and the teenage boy who was the oldest of the group stabbed it in the face with a pitchfork when it tried to follow them. It retreated, hissing, and a pair of girls who must have been his younger sisters unloaded on it with their pistols.

“Looks like the kids have that one handled,” Jenny said, sounding darkly amused.

“Those are small-caliber pistols, and big lizards tend to take a lot of killing,” I pointed out, fumbling for the window latch. “At this rate it might get them before it realizes it’s dead.”

Fortunately the windows in this place actually opened, unlike a lot of hotels I’ve been in. Jenny withdrew for a moment as I slid the window out of the way, and I spun up a force missile. Decent penetration, heavy explosive power, and I’d better make it guided because missing this shot could be really bad. A moment later I got a clear line of fire, and blew the head off the lizard who was trying to eat the fat guy.

Jenny rejoined me at the window with her rifle, apparently not worried about flashing her bare breasts at the world, and took aim at the monster that was menacing the kids. A moment later she swore, and abruptly shifted her aim.

The boom of the gun was deafening at such close quarters. A splotch of red appeared on the hood of the pickup truck, and for a moment I was extremely confused. Then another wound joined it, and I realized it was a third lizard trying to creep up behind the kids. The damned things was so well camouflaged I hadn’t even noticed it before. But now that it was hurt it thrashed around wildly, making it a lot easier to see.

The youngest of the kids, a girl who couldn’t have been older than twelve, spun at the noise, screamed and unloaded her whole magazine into the lizard’s face. A moment later one of Jenny’s heavy 7.62 rounds punched through its skull, and decorated the truck’s cab with blood and brains.

The boy with the pitchfork glanced over his shoulder, saw that the problem was handled, and turned his attention back to his own opponent just in time to catch it in the middle of an ill-considered leap. It impaled itself on the tines of his pitchfork, and he muscled it over to land in its side in the bed of the truck. His sister stepped closer and started methodically pumping rounds into its chest, looking for its heart.

A couple of young men with rifles came running out of the hotel lobby, looking around for more threats. An older man with a pistol followed, and I nodded to myself.

“Looks like it’s handled,” I said, closing the window.

“Stupid clamjamming lizards,” Jenny grumbled. “Now we’re going to have to get dressed and go down there, so you can heal people and cleanup and we can all talk about what to do next. Which means I’m going to be pent up for hours. You really had my motor going there.”

“Such is life,” I said philosophically.

She put her gun down, and came over to press her plentiful boobs into my chest. “Can I get a quickie? Please? You just need to use a trigger, right?”

I hugged her, and looked into her eyes. “I was still setting it up, and someone’s going to be banging on the door soon.”

“Ugh! This sucks.”

She started to pull away, but I pulled her back in and tilted her head back so I could look in her eyes. A firm push with my power, and her expression softened.

“Trance time, Jenny,” I said. “Sinking instantly into a helpless trance, ready to hear and obey. You’re really horny, aren’t you Jenny?”

“Yes,” she breathed.

“The feeling is getting stronger. More and more aroused. Pushing you right back to the edge of orgasm, where you were just a few minutes ago. Let the horny need for sex fill you up, melting your mind, making you ache for a big cock to pound you senseless. Nothing else matters, you need to cum.”

“Nothing else matters. I need to cum,” she repeated.

“That’s right, Jenny. Whenever I touch you and say, ‘melt for me, Jenny,’ your arousal will quickly well up until you feel just like this. A horny slut who desperately needs to cum. Melt for me, Jenny.”

“Hnngh!” Her hands twitched, and she started to squirm against me.

“Good girl,” I said, to give the response a little quick reinforcement. But it was time to wrap this up, so I moved on to the main event. “Now, whenever I touch you and order you to cum for me you will. You know it’s going to work. You know I’m about to do it. The anticipation is making you more worked up, winding that sweet tension tighter the more you think about it. When I say the words all that tension will surge up to take you right to the edge of orgasm, and then you’ll go over the top and have a powerful release. It’s going to happen in three, two, one, cum for me, Jenny.”

Her body jerked and spasmed, and she moaned loudly in my ear.

“That’s it, Jenny. Keep cumming. A long, strong orgasm that releases all that nasty tension. Good girl. You did good.”

She sighed happily, and melted against me. I wanted so badly to drape her over the bed and have my way with her, but there was no way we’d have time. Unfortunately being the dom means you have to be the responsible one, which often means prioritizing work over play.

I brought her out of the trance, but she didn’t seem inclined to move.

“That was a good one,” she purred. “You’ve really got good instincts for this, Tom. Are you sure I don’t have time to take care of this?”

Her hand went to my erection, and started to stroke.

“I’m sure,” I said, removing her hand. “Now go get dressed, quick.”

As if to punctuate my words, there was a sudden pounding at the door. I went to answer it, keeping it mostly shut so I wouldn’t be too obvious I was naked, and found Sara there looking breathless and scared.

“Tom? Miss Beth wants to know if you can do some healing.”

“I’m on my way,” I assured her. “Just give me a minute to finish getting ready.”

“Yes, sir. I’ll wait here, and show you to the wounded.”

I closed the door for a minute so I could throw on some clothes, and wake up Shasa. By then Jenny was dressed, armed and ready for butt kicking. She let Sara in while I strapped on my own pistol, and grabbed my rifle.

“I’m ready!” Shasa enthused, snatching up her shield and bounding over. “Who’s this? I’m Shasa! Want to be friends?”

“Um, sure, I guess?” Sara blinked up at her uncertainly.

“Don’t mind her, she’s a dog,” Jenny said. “Where to?”