Brainless! 18 by GDMex
Thanks to a boardgame, Brian’s mother and sister are turned into his obedient brainless slaves.
Jake slowly opened his eyes, blinking as the morning light leaked through the half-closed blinds. Another day in Sasha’s apartment. Or was it his apartment? Technically, it still belonged to her, but at this point, it felt more like his. After all, he was the only one with a functioning brain around here. Sasha was... well, Sasha.
He stretched his arms above his head and let out a long sigh. His body was relaxed, his mind a little less so. For the past few days, he’d been living here with her, completely off the grid. No school. No parents. No responsibilities. Just him and his new life with a girl who, for all her beauty and sexual skills, had the IQ of a plastic doll.
Sasha stirred next to him, letting out a small moan, half-asleep, her naked body pressed against the sheets like some kind of pornographic painting. She looked perfect, as always. That part never got old. Her long legs tangled under the blanket, her perfect round ass slightly exposed, her black hair a messy halo around her face. And when she opened her eyes, she looked at him with that same empty stare and the biggest smile, like a puppy seeing its owner.
“Guuh... guuhh... he...” she mumbled, like her brain couldn’t quite process the simple words.
Jake sighed quietly, forcing a smile as he looked down at her. “Morning,” he answered, pretending like this was totally fine.
And that was the thing. He’d been pretending for days. Brian had told him straight up: train her. Get her ready, help stabilize her mind, work on her obedience, structure her behavior. But had Jake done any of that? Not even close. Instead, he’d spent every single day fucking her brains out, letting her bounce on top of him like some pornstar programmed for his pleasure. Morning, afternoon, middle of the night—it didn’t matter. Sasha was always ready to fuck with him. But outside of that? She was a mess.
She couldn’t hold a conversation, she couldn’t do basic tasks without messing something up, and she still struggled to say more than two or three words at a time. And honestly? Jake hadn’t cared. He was too busy enjoying the nonstop sex to even think about Brian’s plan.
He sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing his face with both hands. The sex was unreal, sure. But outside of that? He was slowly losing his mind. Sasha didn’t just do stupid things — she existed in some weird autopilot where nothing made sense anymore. She didn’t think, she didn’t react, she barely even processed what happened around her. She just... did things. For no reason. Like some empty-headed doll floating through life.
He had been trying to keep it together, really. But every time he stepped out, Sasha somehow managed to turn the apartment into a war zone without even understanding what she was doing. She was like a beautiful hurricane with no awareness of her own destruction.
Two days ago, he left for twenty minutes to grab some food. Twenty minutes. When he came back, she was standing in the living room with a giant pile of laundry stacked almost as tall as she was. But instead of using the washing machine like any normal person, she had dumped half the detergent directly on the clothes and started stomping on them barefoot, like she was crushing grapes.
Jake had frozen at the door, just staring at her while she giggled softly, stepping up and down like she was dancing in a bubble bath.
Yesterday was worse. He had to run out to grab some coffee and came back to find the kitchen filled with smoke. Sasha, for some reason only known to her empty head, had tried to make toast — in the oven — by stacking slices of bread directly on the burners. She wasn’t even panicking. She stood there with the oven wide open, staring blankly at the small flames, fanning the air with a plastic plate like that would somehow fix it.
He had to rip the bread out with his bare hands and throw it into the sink while she just blinked at him like nothing unusual was happening.
And as if that whole oven disaster wasn’t enough, later that same day, she managed to top herself.
He had ordered pizza and gone downstairs to grab it from the delivery guy. Five minutes—no more. When he walked back in, he found Sasha sitting cross-legged in front of the TV, holding the remote... inside a giant bowl of water.
Jake nearly lost it. He had to close his eyes and breathe deeply just to stop himself from screaming.
“Sasha… why? Just… why?”
He groaned as he ed that one.
“How the hell did I end up here?” he asked under his breath, shaking his head.
He stood up, stretched again, and walked barefoot into the living room. The place was a mess. Sasha’s tiny clothes were everywhere, high heels thrown around, makeup kits left open on the tables, and empty energy drink cans all over the floor. The whole apartment smelled like perfume, sex, and that sweet strawberry scent she always used.
“Tuesday,” he said to himself, glancing at the clock. “Goddamn Tuesday... and I haven’t gone to school.”
His parents were going to kill him. Well, not now. They were still traveling in Spain, enjoying their little retirement vacation, pretending like nothing in the world could go wrong. But eventually, someone would notice. Jake, Brian, Amy, Sonya, Sasha—none of them had been to work or school in days. That couldn’t last forever. At some point, someone would start asking questions. There was no way this whole fantasy could hold up for much longer.
“This is gonna explode sooner or later,” Jake whispered, exhaling slowly as he stared at the ceiling.
And then the doorbell rang.
He froze, his head snapping toward the door like a deer caught in headlights, his first thought hitting instantly: who the hell could that be? Nobody ever visited Sasha’s apartment. Cautiously, he walked over, peeking through the peephole, and what he saw nearly made his eyes pop out of his skull.
“Amy?” he said, pulling the door open.
And there she was, standing on Sasha’s doorstep like some perfect anime fantasy come to life. His brain short-circuited the second he saw her. The maid outfit she was wearing was insane — tiny, tight, and way too short to even pretend it was normal. The black-and-white skirt barely covered her ass, while the little white apron didn’t cover anything, just hanging there like a useless decoration.
His eyes shot up to her top, tight enough that her tits looked ready to burst out at any second. Her cleavage was insane, pushed up so high it almost felt like her boobs had somehow grown even bigger just from how tight the outfit was.
Then his eyes moved to her hair—twin pigtails bouncing, tied up with those little pink ribbons that somehow made her look even cuter. She was smiling, so bright, like she didn’t even realize how insanely hot she looked. And those stockings… long, smooth, perfectly wrapped around her legs, all the way down to her heels that made her legs look longer than ever.
“Hi Jakey!” she said, bouncing slightly on her feet, her voice bubbly.
“What... what are you doing here?” he asked, blinking like an idiot.
“My master sent me over to help clean up!” she announced proudly, as if she was presenting some kind of award. “He said the apartment probably needed a little feminine touch.”
Her giggle followed, light and innocent, like she had no idea what any of those words actually meant.
“I don’t even know what that means, but I’m here to help!” she added, her grin widening as she clapped her hands together.
Jake couldn’t help but stare. She wasn’t as brain-dead as Sasha, that much was obvious. She could talk almost normally now, at least ninety percent. But her whole vibe was still... off. She acted like a little girl playing pretend, cheerful, childish, completely locked into whatever programming Brian had put into her head.
He stepped aside, unable to take his eyes off her. “Uh... yeah, come in.”
Amy skipped inside like a kid entering a candy store, twirling once as she crossed the living room, her short skirt showing her black thong.
“Wow, it’s kinda messy in here!” she said, spinning slowly as she surveyed the room, completely unfazed by the mountain of clothes and chaos.
“Yeah... no kidding,” Jake said, closing the door behind her.
Amy turned to face him, hands clasped behind her back, her eyes wide and sparkling. “Don’t worry, I’ll clean everything! I’m super good at cleaning now. My master taught me.”
Jake rubbed his forehead, trying to wrap his head around the absurdity of the situation. “Of course he did.”
He couldn’t deny it though; watching her bounce around the apartment in that ridiculous little outfit, completely happy, completely owned by Brian, was something else. She moved with this strange mix of innocence and hot sex appeal that made it hard to look away. Amy had always been the unreachable fantasy, the goddess of his teenage dreams. And now she was here, in front of him, skipping around like some overexcited maid, humming while she stared at the clothes Sasha had thrown everywhere. She looked hypnotic, like her body didn’t even know how to move in a normal way anymore, only in this exaggerated, almost cartoonish, hypersexual rhythm her brain had fallen into.
As Amy twirled around in the middle of the living room, her skirt lifting slightly every time she spun, she stopped and put her finger to her lips, looking around like she was trying to solve a puzzle far beyond her current capacity.
“Hmm... where should I start?” she said, genuinely confused, like the idea of organizing a room was some advanced science.
Before Jake could say anything, he heard a soft little shuffling sound coming from the hallway. He turned his head and, of course, there was Sasha, crawling on all fours. Completely naked, her hair a total mess, swaying side to side as she moved like some weird little pet looking for attention. She reached Amy and sat down in front of her, smiling up with that same empty, goofy grin she always wore. Amy blinked, staring at her for a second like she was trying to figure out if Sasha was even real, then finally spoke.
“And you’re... ummm... Sasha, right?” she asked, her voice light and playful, as if trying to be polite to a child.
Sasha didn’t say a word. Instead, she leaned forward and started licking Amy’s hand, long slow licks like a dog greeting its owner. The sight was so ridiculous Jake couldn’t hold back his laughter.
Amy giggled too, looking back at Jake with wide, curious eyes. “Is she your pet or something?”
“Yeah... something like that.”
“She’s so cute!” Amy squealed, gently patting Sasha on the head like she was a puppy. “I love pets! I’ve asked my master if I could have one, but he says... not yet.” She pouted slightly, her lips pressing into a small disappointed curve.
Jake watched as Amy went back to tidying up, bending down to pick up clothes, dropping them into the laundry basket she carried around like it was part of her uniform. Every time she bent over, her skirt lifted just enough to give Jake another glimpse of her perfectly round ass covered only by a tiny pair of frilly panties that barely did their job.
He crossed his arms and leaned against the wall, studying her. “So... how’s Brian treating you, Amy?”
She paused for a moment, as if trying to process the question, then smiled brightly again. “Oh, master’s wonderful. He takes good care of me. I don’t have to think about anything anymore. He always tells me what to do, what to wear, what to say. I feel... happy.”
Her voice drifted slightly on that last word, and for a second, Jake noticed a small flicker behind her eyes, almost like a brief moment of something deeper trying to break through. But it ed as quickly as it came.
“But... he’s been a little busy lately,” she continued, folding a tiny top and placing it carefully into the basket. “He’s been more focused on Sonya. She’s still... you know... a little behind.”
Jake raised an eyebrow. “That bothering you?”
Amy’s smile faltered just a tiny bit before she forced it back into place. “A little... I guess. I know master loves me, but... sometimes it feels like he forgets about me while he works on Sonya.” She shrugged like a child trying not to sound too upset. “But it’s okay! I’m sure once she’s perfect, master will play with me more again.”
Jake exhaled slowly, watching her bounce right back into her cheerful little mode, humming again like nothing in the world could possibly bother her. It was almost impressive how quickly her brain flipped back into that happy default setting, as if the brief moment of sadness had never even happened.
He smiled to himself, an idea forming in the back of his mind. If she was feeling a little left out, there was a very easy way to fix that.
“You know,” he said casually. “I think I’ve got an idea that might help you feel better.”
Amy instantly perked up, spinning around on her heels with her hands clasped in front of her chest, eyes wide like an excited kid hearing the word ‘surprise.’ “Oh yeah?? What is it??”
Jake grinned, enjoying how easily she responded to every little suggestion. “Why don’t you play a bit with Sasha? I’m sure she’d love that.”
Amy gasped, practically bouncing in place. “Oh my gosh, that would be amazing!” she squealed, looking down at Sasha, who was still kneeling on the floor.
Jake couldn’t help but chuckle. Then, he casually reached over to the counter where his camera sat, picking it up and flipping it on.
“Oh yeah,” he said under his breath, focusing the lens on the two girls. “This is going to be very, very good.”
Amy, completely oblivious to everything except the fun she was about to have, crouched down next to Sasha and started petting her head more enthusiastically, giggling as Sasha leaned into her touch.
The show was about to begin.