AUTHOR’S NOTE: This is part 2 of what a multi-part series featuring the same woman. A

AUTHOR’S NOTE: This is part 2 of what a multi-part series featuring the same woman. All parts will follow a chronological order so I would suggest starting from the beginning. Here is Part 1. ********* Rose closed the door to her loft behind her. Dropping everything, she quickly jumped into the shower, wanting to wash away the filth and creepiness of what had transpired earlier. I know that was cum, but how is that possible? I think I would remember someone shooting his load all over my face. After she’d cleansed and dried herself, she checked her phone. To her surprise, there was a text from an unknown number flashing on the screen. “Ms. Donahue, it was a pleasure making your acquaintance this morning; I presume you found it as enjoyable as I did. Unfortunately, now we have a slight problem. You see, I have several hours of work ahead of me and you are free for the rest of the day. I’m sure you’re confused as to what’s happening to you, and I don’t want you dwelling on that, so I have a task for you that will make you much happier. I want you to bake me a cake for tonight. You can choose whatever flavor you like, just make sure it’s delicious. Also, there’s going to be a delightful twist regarding this cake; it’s going to be tied to your brain. Every time you pour out a new ingredient, it’s going to feel as though you’re pouring out a bit of your brain. The minutes you spend mixing different ingredients together will symbolize your mind, which will be getting scrambled into mush. I know that it sounds scary at the moment, but don’t worry sweetie, I’m sure everything will turn out great by the time I arrive tonight. Ok Rose darling? Now get to work. -C.” Rose read and reread the message several times. Her first thought was to call the police. What will they be able to do though? They’ll probably just say it’s some crazy stalker who’s messing with me. Rose then thought to call her parents, they would know what to do. She imagined having to tell them about the strange event this morning and the shame of it made her reconsider. No, I’m going to keep this to myself, nothing bad is going to happen. This is silly anyway, I don’t have to bake anything if I don’t want to. Exasperated, she plopped down on the couch and flipped on the TV, settling in to watch some trashy reality shows and zone out. She made it about 30 minutes before her stomach started grumbling. Realizing she hadn’t eaten for several hours, Rose weighed the pros and cons of leaving the coziness of her blanket to satiate her appetite. Unfortunately, there was also a growing buzz inside her head, as though a mosquito was flying around her, searching for a landing zone. As she looked around and saw nothing, the buzz continued to grow louder and more incessant. Bake. Bake. Bake. Bake. Bakebakebakebakebake. Rose grabbed her phone and looked at the strange text again, carefully examining every word. Bake. Bake. BAKE. BAKE. BAKE! Rubbing her temples, Rose began to rationalize an excuse. She was quite hungry, and crafting desserts always seemed to help clear her head. What could be the harm of making a quick 30 minute cake? Even if that stupid text had told her to, it wasn’t like it was actually going to affect her brain in any way, that would be impossible! Bake. As she entered the kitchen, the buzzing subsided. I knew this would help. I just have to stay active and not dwell on anything from earlier. She quickly assembled everything required for a tasty angel food cake. Ok four cups of flour. Rose scooped them into a mixing bowl. Each time the flour hit the bowl she felt a little better. Next she started cracking the eggs, and as they slid into the bowl, she felt a wetness leaking out of her ear. Touching it, she found it was water. Strange, I don’t usually get water in my ears.  Looking back at the bowl, she lost count of how many eggs she had used and had to count them out individually before resuming. Finally, after dumping in a cup of sugar and a stick of butter, her creation was ready for the next step. Rose giggled. About what, she had no idea. Maybe it was how silly everything looked clumped together in the bowl. Hmm, now what I am supposed to do? Why do I not know? I’ve made this cake 100 times. Looking back at the recipe, she found that the ingredients needed to be mixed. She plunged the small mixer into the bowl and switched it on. Instantly, there was a strange sensation in her head, like someone was running a high pressure showerhead inches away from the base of her skull. What the? Rose continued mixing the ingredients, becoming sloppier by the second. Debris was flying out of the bowl, coloring her face and clothes. She giggled again, what a great and fun idea this was! Once everything was mixed properly, she poured it into a pan and set the oven timer for 52 minutes. Wait, 52? That doesn’t seem right. She checked the recipe again and saw that it called for a 25 minute bake time, not 52. Silly Rosie, always forgetting the simplest instructions!  She then set out to make some whipped cream, pouring it into a small bowl and grabbing the mixer again. As the beaters spun round and round, Rose lost track of what she was doing. She dipped her finger into the bowl and tasted the whipped cream. Mmmm, it’s good, but I think it could use something else. Browsing through her cupboards, Rose found more yummy ingredients to add. Mix Mix Mix. Whatever was in the bowl now resembled more of a sugary goo than whipped cream. Rose couldn’t stop laughing. What was she doing in here anyway? A smokey aroma filled the kitchen and she ran to the oven. There was her concoction, burnt to a crisp after being left to bake for 45 minutes too long. Oopsie! Now I remember. I need to like, bake a cake. But why again?  Rose scanned the kitchen for any hint as to why she was baking a cake and giggled at the mess she’d made. Oh well, I know I’m supposed to do it so I might as well start over. Gosh, how did get so hot in here? She stripped off her sweatpants and her sweatshirt and looked around the kitchen, ready to get back to work. ********* Craig bitterly climbed the steps to Rose’s loft. It had been a hell of a day at the office and he needed an outlet to vent his frustration. He had a feeling the poor girl was going to be sporting some bruises after tonight. He clacked the knocker on her door and heard a shriek. Frowning, he waited until the door swung open. His eyes widened at the scene presented to him. There was Rose, clad only in a tanktop and a skimpy pair of cotton panties. There were smatterings of baking materials on her face and body. Looking beyond her, he saw the kitchen. It was a complete wreck; spilled ingredients, toppled dishes, and puddles of syrupy muck.  “Hiya Mr……ummm….Mr….what’s your name again?” Rose giggled brightly as she spoke. Craig couldn’t believe it, the girl’s brain must be incredibly malleable. He had expected obedience, but this, this was on another level. The impish, subservient look of Rose combined with his need to release his tension took over Craig. In one swift motion, he scooped up Rose and laid her on the table, ripping her panties off cleanly. “Golly Mister! You sure are strong!” Rose’s eyes sparkled with a mix of wonder and lust as Craig deftly pulled his slacks down. He was going to have her now and that was that. Like the mess of food strewn across the kitchen, she was just another treat that he was going to devour. He drove his cock into Rose’s warm, inviting pussy and she squealed with glee. Craig clamped a hand over her mouth, he wanted this to be forceful and direct. Her pussy molded around him like a well fitted glove and soon he lost control, pumping viciously until finally, with a roar, he thrust his cock to the hilt and emptied his seed inside her. Craig withdrew from the tender redhead’s body and pulled his pants back up. He was breathing in exhaustion, trying to refocus his thoughts about what he wanted to do with Rose when she sat up and spoke. “Soooooo like Mister, that was fun and I really really liked it, but I think I messed up. I’m like, supposed to have something ready for you aren’t I?” Rose’s voice was cheery but Craig noticed a small hint of worry in her eyes.  She thinks she’s in trouble, Craig chuckled. “Listen my little Rosebud, everything is just perfect, you don’t have to worry about anything. Now, I want you to clean up this filthy mess you made and then come find me in the bedroom, alright?” Rose giggled happily, “Ok I can do that! I promise I’ll do a good job too, Mr…..?” “Just call me Master.” -- source link

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