The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Maria arched her back as she came spectacularly. It was impossible to keep track of how many orgasms the other girls had given her, and at this point she wasn’t even certain about who had their tongues and fingers working inside of her. She’d long since given up trying to keep track of unimportant details like that. By now each of the three girls had taken a turn worshipping her tits, her cunt and her ass with everything they had. Maria had seen Heather, Emma and Ginger fuck her in every position that she could think of.

She settled back into the carpet, savoring the orgasmic high while her new lovers hugged her legs, letting the orgy fall into a much needed rest. For a moment, floating in pure bliss, Maria felt like she could forgive Amber for chasing them through the mansion and enslaving all the other girls to her will. After all, if you could live in this kind of luxury your entire life, you’d be crazy not to make it a reality.

Maria felt someone’s tongue slip out of her cunt, but luckily they kept their fingers inside of her. The fingers began to pump gently into her pussy, a soothing rhythm that let Maria relax. She shut her eyes, and in that state of euphoria Maria had a surprisingly clear vision of herself surrendering to Amber. Maria saw herself on her knees, claiming that she was ready to do anything Amber asked of her, if it only meant that she could always live her life this way. No school or career to worry about, just beautiful women to worship her body and always love her. In return for that, she’d surrender her will and offer up her body. Anything to serve her Goddess. Anything to bask in the beauty of her tits.

She frowned. The words sounded familiar, and when Maria managed to lift her heavy head up off the floor she saw why. Amber’s instructional video was still playing on the other side of the room. She’d managed to tune out Amber’s voice and had forgotten that it was still playing. Maria noticed that Jade was still kneeling there before the TV, drooling as she absorbed the lessons. Apparently she’d been oblivious to the orgy happening just a few feet away.

Even as exhausted as she was after passionately fucking three gorgeous cheerleaders, Maria still found herself wondering if Jade had been brainwashed enough that she’d be willing to join in for a round. It was right about then that Maria had to admit that she had a problem. Gathering her strength, Maria managed to sit up from the floor and studied the three hypnotized women hugging her legs.

Ginger and Emma were kissing absently, barely looking to be awake, and Maria saw that it was Ginger who was still fingering her. Wrapped around her other leg was Heather, looking so sleepy and peaceful in her trance. Maria made to gently push her aside, except as soon as her hand touched Heather’s head, the hypnotized girl let out a satisfied purr.

Maria couldn’t help but affectionately pet Heather’s tawny hair, smiling as she took in the obvious happiness of the enslaved girls. Though she hadn’t known the group long, from what she’d seen the cheerleaders did nothing but bicker amongst themselves or talk behind each others backs. Now, though, they were happy and carefree, all thanks to her. Or rather, thanks to Amber.

That finally made Maria’s hand stop. Heather wasn’t really her slave. None of them were. They belonged to Amber, a spiteful girl who just wanted to humiliate all of them for revenge. She wasn’t anything like Maria, who felt like she would be a good Mistress to serve. Maria knew she’d treat her slaves well, and if anything the cheerleaders deserved to serve her instead. She should be the one giving the commands.

She blinked, shocked by the thought. What was she saying? None of the girls really wanted to be slaves. Heather would have never slept with her or served her the way she just had if Amber hadn’t fucked with her brain. Emma and Ginger would have never kissed her feet and eaten her ass if Amber hadn’t turned them into deviant lesbians without inhibitions. The cheerleaders would have never settled in for an hour long orgy, or make Maria cum so many times that she could barely see straight. All of them only behaved this way because of Amber’s corruptive influence, and Maria couldn’t let herself believe that any of the girls might have actually wanted her otherwise.

But as Heather and the others continued to adoringly plant kisses on her legs, Maria saw that it didn’t matter whether it was wrong or not. Whatever moral argument there was to be made, it was clear that the cheerleaders wanted her now. They had all eagerly knelt when Maria ordered them to. She told them to call her Mistress and they’d done so lovingly. If she stayed, then they really would remain her lovers. This was without a doubt the greatest hour of her entire life. If she escaped, it was a near certainty that she’d ever experience anything this amazing again in her life.

Maria bit her lip. It was still terrifying to imagine debasing herself for Amber’s amusement, but it was almost a fair price now that she’d experienced the joys of lesbian sex. Almost.

“I’m— I’m going out to get us some drinks,” Maria finally said, rising up on exhausted legs. The slaves cuddling her whined, but each gave way for their Mistress.

“Good idea. Need to be hydrated,” Heather mumbled, apparently less in trance than Maria had assumed.

Ginger and Emma were still out of it, at least. The redheaded Ginger just nodded absently, while Emma seemed to be crawling forward slightly. For a moment Maria thought that Emma was trying to follow after her. Instead, Emma crawled to where Maria had been sitting and sniffed the carpet, soaked in Maria’s pussy juices. She started to lick at the carpet desperately, and the sheer humiliation and devotion of the act made Maria heat up. She forced herself to look away before she was tempted to dive in for more.

“Right, I’ll be back soon. You girls just stay here and…” Maria grinned to herself. Nothing wrong with having a little fun as she left. It was nothing compared to what she’d already done to the girls. “Stay there on the floor and fuck yourself, but no cumming. Just keep yourselves nice and frustrated as you fantasize about serving me again.”

The girls all let out happy moans and their fingers immediately went to work as instructed.

“Yes Mistress Maria,” they all moaned, masturbating in unison.

Still kneeling before the TV, Jade gurgled out the word, “Missstressss.”

Maria watched the cheerleaders closing their eyes one by one, losing themselves to the pleasure. Heather was the last woman to slip away. She fixed her eyes on Maria and smiled so serenely that it was hard to believe she was brainwashed. Heather looked so genuinely happy and grateful. Although that’s probably how mind controlled people felt. With a playful wink, Heather finally shut her eyes, and Maria turned towards the door. None of them noticed her grabbing a heavy wooden chair and dragging it quietly out into the hallway.

Her breath was labored by the time Maria got outside the room, although she suspected it had less to do with moving the chair and was more likely the exhaustion from the relentless orgy. It really was the best workout she’d ever had. Maria cast a sad look back into the room full of slaves. Her slaves, she thought fondly, even if it had only been for an hour. Maria thought of the boring life waiting for her if she escaped. College seemed so dull and empty after the day she’d had. After experiencing a room full of gorgeous women moaning her name, Maria suspected that nothing else in life might come close to topping it. Unless she decided to stay, and hope that Amber would go easy on her.

It was a terribly seductive idea, and Maria was only saved because she remembered Rebecca. Her roommate was trapped in the mansion too, and unlike her, Rebecca wouldn’t want to be involved in any of this. Maybe Maria had a cruel, dominant streak in her, but she was still too kind-hearted to leave a friend behind.

With a heavy heart she shut the door to the bedroom, then jammed the wooden chair between the door knob and the wooden frame of the door. She listened carefully with her ear against the door, afraid that the banging might have knocked the slaves out of trance, but all she heard from within was the panting and moaning coming from the masturbating slaves. Satisfied, she stepped back into the hall. Her sense of triumph, however, quickly vanished when she saw how flimsy the chair looked.

“Can’t worry about that now,” Maria muttered to herself. “It’s time to get out of here.” She spoke out loud to try and convince herself that it was still possible to escape. She didn’t have a plan, and she barely had any hope, but still she knew she couldn’t afford to give up. Not yet, anyway. It didn’t help her determination any when Maria glanced down and realized that she was naked, her clothes left behind with Heather and the other slaves.

“Fuck it,” she said clearly, marching off down the hall. The only possibilities facing her were that she’d figure out some way to escape the mansion naked or she’d run into Amber and end up a slave. Either way, clothes weren’t necessary. And secretly Maria had to admit to herself that she was getting turned on, walking around naked in the open like this.

Maria marveled at all the new fetishes that she was discovering about herself. It was like there was this entirely undiscovered depravity always hiding inside of her. If nothing else, being trapped in the mansion with Amber was certainly proving to be educational for her.

Rebecca hurried through the hallway, doing her best to rush headlong and sneak quietly at the same time. She kept imagining that she’d find Amber or Emma waiting around every corner, Ginger or Ashley ready to leap out of any room. By now she felt like she’d lapped the damn mansion twice over and she still hadn’t found any of her friends since she left Jade behind. How many girls had she abandoned now? Rebecca had left Heather on stage with Amber, so she was certainly brainwashed by now. Jade was tough, but would she really be able to escape her hypnotized friends?

Sure she would, Jade was a crazy bitch and every cheerleader knew it. It didn’t matter how drunk they were off Amber’s magic tits; none of the girls would take Jade on. Rebecca was spurred on by the brief flicker of hope. In fact, she’d probably turn the corner up ahead and find Jade twirling her golf club, grinning and asking what had taken Rebecca so long. And she’d have Maria with her as well, safe and sound. Rebecca imagined Heather with them too, having escaped from Amber’s tits in some improbable way, the way the heroes always escape in the movies.

Rebecca ran faster, losing herself int he daydream. Now she pictured Amber bound and gagged on the floor, with all the cheerleaders free from her spell and standing around triumphantly. They’ll have taken out Amber like the bad horror movie villain she is and the whole day will be saved. The girls would probably even be laughing at her for still running around the mansion scared to death. They’d have a giant cake to celebrate taking Amber down and Maria would tell her that everything was going to be okay.

Even Rebecca knew it was a crazy delusion, but it was the only thing keeping her going. As long as it kept her feet moving Rebecca was ready to believe any inspiring day dream. So when she turned the corner and saw Maria standing there, Rebecca was too shocked to say anything.

She broke into a grin and was about to shout out for her roommate, when it finally registered for her that Maria was naked. Her super shy roommate who couldn’t even change with the lights on was emerging from a bedroom completely naked, and as Rebecca stared at her surprisingly gorgeous figure she saw the smeared lipstick kisses on her curves. Maria was dragging a chair out of the room and so she didn’t notice Rebecca, but Rebecca easily heard the desperate moans echoing from inside the room.

Rebecca threw herself around the corner, shaking hard and forcing herself to keep from crying. They’d gotten her. All her hopes came crashing down, not that they’d been strong supports anyway. Even if she didn’t want to admit it, Rebecca figured that Heather and Jade were probably long gone, smothered by Amber’s tits like the others. The only real hope that Rebecca had clung too was that Maria would be smart enough to figure out a way to escape.

But now she was another of Amber’s sex slaves. Rebecca wandered down the hallway, stumbling over her own feet. She wasn’t thinking of where she was going; all she knew was that she had to get away from Maria, or at least the brainwashed lesbian that used to be her roommate.

It was all over now. There were no more cheerleaders left besides herself. She’d been plagued with the fear of being captured all night long, terrified of what would happen to herself and Maria if Amber’s cult got them, but what amazed Rebecca now was realizing that she didn’t really think it would happen. It was always a vague fear, because her mind couldn’t handle what would actually happen. She had pictured them getting captured, and then cutting to black, like a movie edited to not show any graphic content. Rebecca had never really accepted the fact that Maria could be turned into a depraved slave like the others. That she would strip and fuck and love Amber. Not her sweet, shy Maria. It was impossible.

And yet she’d just seen it with her own eyes. Maria was fucking the other girls and now she was off somewhere to serve her new Goddess. Probably to celebrate the fact that Rebecca was all alone now, trapped in this escape-proof fucking mansion and left to run in circles like a mouse in a maze until she was caught or wore herself out.

Rebecca wiped her eyes and suddenly she didn’t have the strength to take another step. It really was over. There was no one left for her to save. What did it matter if she even managed to escape anymore?

A painting on the wall caught her eye, and Rebecca found herself turning to stare at it. It was an oil painting of some Greek setting. Marble pillars framed some kind of a temple, with women lounging on the floor, barely covered in white togas. They were all fawning over a beautiful naked woman, probably some Goddess of beauty, or at least a Goddess of big tits.

Rebecca saw her face reflected in the glass over the scene, only the longer she looked the more the painting changed. Now she saw that the crawling women resembled all of the lost cheerleaders, while the naked beauty was Amber, standing tall over her victory. The only one missing from the painting now was her. Amber had won, and there was nothing she could do.

It was like a weight fell from her mind. Rebecca sagged, enjoying the sudden lightness that spread over her. Who would have thought that giving up would feel this good? Rebecca gave up any futile ideas of escaping, and her mind felt lighter. She gave up any hopes of being rescued, and her burden was gone altogether. She didn’t need to struggle or fight any more. All that was left was for Rebecca to call out for the slaves to find her and bring her to Amber. Then she’d finally have to face those magic tits, and when her mind was drained away it would probably be the most relief that Rebecca could hope for.

When she was a slave Rebecca wouldn’t need to be scared or miserable. She wouldn’t be alone anymore. Amber would take all that bad stuff away, and in its place she’d just be whatever Amber told her. It still terrified her, actually surrendering her free will, but that would only worry her right up until she began to worship Amber’s tits. Then that terror would be gone forever.

Rebecca laughed, shocking herself with the sudden noise. Maybe she really had snapped, because suddenly being a slave didn’t sound so bad, now that she accepted it. She ran back towards what she thought was the center of the mansion, her legs suddenly full of energy now that the terrible night was coming to a close. She’d lost, and this was the big ending. Rebecca was ready to throw off her clothes and holler for all the lesbians to come find her. She’d be all theirs now.

Rebecca pictured Amber’s breasts in her mind, remembering that impossible way they had seemed to paralyze her with their beauty. Amber had come so close to capturing her before, and what had escaping actually gotten Rebecca? All she’d earned was the chance to lose Heather, Jade, and now, Maria.

This was it. Game over. Nothing left but to kneel to Amber and hope that she wouldn’t be punished too harshly. Although, even if Amber did give her some cruel punishment it wasn’t like her mind would be around to experience it. She’d already be long gone by then. Rebecca shoved down the worry about what being a brainwashed slave would feel like; it wasn’t important to worry anymore. She stripped off her shirt and tossed it aside. It was almost freeing, deciding to surrender. Rebecca fumbled with the strap of her bra as she ran, knowing she should stop to strip but she didn’t want to wait anymore. She just wanted this whole nightmare to be over already, so that she could know nothing but pleasure from now on.

Rebecca was still trying to get her bra off when a door opened in front of her, and Rebecca suddenly found herself face to face with Amber. Both girls froze, shocked to actually find the other. Rebecca’s eyes couldn’t help but drop to Amber’s chest, but the busty blonde was still wearing the long black cloak and it just happened to be covering her tits completely.

Amber and Rebecca tensed, and then both leapt into action at the same time. Amber threw her hands up to rip the robe away and expose her tits, but this time Rebecca was faster. All thoughts of surrendering had vanished the second she’d actually seen Amber’s face. Rebecca had suddenly lit up with all the anger and frustration she’d been suffering since getting here, and her fist flew out to catch Amber in the jaw, striking her with a satisfying crack. She let out a triumphant cry as Amber stumbled back.

Rebecca didn’t hesitate. Before Amber could steady herself she had rushed forward and tackled into Amber, grabbing the back of the thick black cloak and hauling it up over Amber’s head. She managed to twist the robe around the stunned Amber, and now her arms were pinned inside the cloak against her head. More importantly, her tits were trapped inside as well.

Amber kicked and cursed and fumbled to escape, but her upper half had been wrapped up tight in the robe, exposing that all she had on underneath was a black thong and some kind of belt. Rebecca grinned, realizing that she’d done it.

“Fuck you!” Amber screamed, kicking out blindly. She went wide, though, and Rebecca caught her leg in a hold. Amber stumbled, hopping around on one leg. All Rebecca could see was the black shape of the robe thrashing back and forth as the trapped Amber tried to rip her way free.

“Fuck me?” Rebecca grinned, yanking on Amber’s leg and watching with a great deal of satisfaction as Amber hopped deeper into the hallway after her, desperate to keep herself from falling. “Seems like you’re the one who’s fucked now.”

“Slaves! Help!” Amber cried out with everything she had, and Rebecca went pale. She heard the rapid footsteps of an army of slaves approaching, or it could have just been the blood pounding in her ears from the fight. Either way, Rebecca couldn’t let her call for the other cheerleaders to come get her.

Rebecca cocked back her fist and punched into the bunched up black robe, aiming for where she thought Amber’s face was. Her fist connected with something solid and a white bolt of pain shot up Rebecca’s arm.

She cursed and Amber’s leg slipped out of her grip. Amber stumbled back, but didn’t run. Instead she swayed on her feet drunkenly, mumbling some kind of gibberish that Amber couldn’t hear. Panicking, Rebecca noticed an open closet a few feet away. She quickly grabbed the dazed Amber and wrestled her towards the closet. It wasn’t easy, as Amber started fighting back, trying to slip out of her grip.

Amber kicked her foot out and managed to snag it against Rebecca’s ankle, tripping them both. Amber was still blindfolded by the cloak wrapped around her upper half, and so she slammed full on into the closet door without warning. Rebecca managed to brace herself as she fell to the ground. She rolled over, ready to fight, when all at once her body froze, unable to move. Her eyes widened as Amber stood over her, still struggling against the robe, but now the restrained blonde had managed to lift the robe high enough that Rebecca could see the perfect skin at the bottom of her tits.

Rebecca stared, unable to look away. She stared at the brief flash of Amber’s tits and was overcome with the urge to crawl to Amber. To force herself inside the robe so she could touch those divine tits. So she could kiss them, worship them, surrender to them.

Rebecca inched closer, knowing she’d lost, when Amber cursed and turned around, the robe falling back down to block her tits. The paralysis vanished and Rebecca let out a shaky breath. She’d almost just lost, and the only thing that had saved her was that Amber had no idea that Rebecca had been able to see her under boob.

She quickly got up to her feet, before she was tempted to stay on her knees and hope for another glimpse.

Amber was caught tight inside the robe, and nothing she did seemed to let her find a way out. She was punching at the robe now, and Rebecca could see the robe bulging with each futile punch.

“I’m gonna make you pay for this,” Amber groaned, and it was clear that she was still dizzy from the punch. “I got all the others. They’re mine! What do you get from fighting me anymore?”

“Personal satisfaction,” Rebecca muttered, and threw another punch. It connected with a loud smack, and this time Amber crumbled, crashing backwards into the closet.

Rebecca winced as she felt her sore knuckles, hoping she hadn’t broken anything. Then she cast a worried look at Amber. She’d fallen in an undignified heap into a pile of clothes, and even after all the shit she’d pulled, Rebecca still wanted to make sure she hadn’t given Amber a concussion. She stepped forward, warily, and nudged Amber with her foot.

“Um, Amber? You alright?”

“Huza puh…” Amber mumbled, then in a clearer voice moaned the word , “Orgy.” Still wrapped up in the black cloak, Amber rolled onto her side and curled up, snoring softly.

Rebecca decided to take that as a good sign. Now that Amber was no longer a threat, Rebecca finally noticed the weird black belt Amber had on over her thong. She unclipped it, and her heart swelled with joy when she saw a walkie talkie clipped to it. Her excitement dimmed when she realized that she didn’t know enough about radios to call for help, but still, it was a way to communicate.

Rebecca lifted up Amber’s utility belt, discovering a small flashlight, some lipstick, a handful of keys that probably went to random doors around the mansion. She found Amber’s cell phone, but even that didn’t have a signal. Rebecca noticed a folded up piece of paper in one pocket and took it out, not expecting much. Probably a checklist of names, with all of the cheerleaders crossed off for her. Instead, Rebecca grinned when she saw that it was map of the mansion. It was poorly drawn, since the head cheerleader Ashley was a better bully than a cartographer, but there was no doubt that this would help her escape.

It took her a few seconds to place where she was on the map, and Rebecca was surprised to find that she was all the way on the right side of the mansion, next to the cliff face. Every exit was marked, but Ashley had made a note to her Goddess that every door would be sealed until she released them. Still, this was a huge find.

“Thanks for the help, Amber,” she said with a laugh. “And for having a glass jaw.”

Rebecca glanced down at the unconscious Amber, but her eyes focused on the large swell in the robe where her tits were. She felt a sudden physical pull from deep inside her, and Rebecca had taken a step towards Amber before she knew it. She kept staring, wanting to pull the robe away and see Amber’s perfect tits. It would probably be safe, since Amber was unconscious. She wouldn’t be able to tell her to be a slave, or anything degrading like that. Instead, Rebecca would get those divine boobs all to herself. To grope and suck on as much as she wanted.

She let out a weak sound, then slammed the closet door shut. Rebecca shook hard. What the fuck was that? It had felt like she was in withdrawal for Amber’s tits. If she’d hesitated any longer Rebecca knew she might have found herself curled up beside Amber, her face pressed into Amber’s tits. Nothing but a drooling, mindless mess, waiting for Amber to wake up and claim her.

Rebecca shook her head, realizing that she was drooling. Then she saw her hand on the door knob, about to pull the closet open to get to Amber. Instead she clicked in the lock and pulled her hand away, grateful that this closet locked from the outside. Best to get out of her before temptation finally got her.

Without warning Ashley’s voice popped up behind her, and Rebecca screamed. She whirled around, but thankfully it was only the walkie talkie. Rebecca felt like she’d almost had a heart attack, but the next time the radio chirped she caught what Ashley asked.

“Goddess, are you there?”

Rebecca cast a quick glance at Amber, who was still trapped inside the cloak and (hopefully) sleeping. She picked up the radio and licked her lips, doing the best to remember what Ashley sounded like.

“I’m here,” she croaked, her voice cracking, and Rebecca was glad she hadn’t actually answered. She cleared her throat and said, “I’m here,” again, raising her voice a little. It was better, at least, but Rebecca knew she wasn’t an actress.

Deciding that she had nothing to lose, Rebecca pressed down the button on the radio and said, “What is it, slave?”

She winced, waiting. After a horribly long time, the radio finally answered.

“Did you find Rebecca yet, Goddess? I saw her in the west wing heading towards you.”

Rebecca whirled around, staring suspiciously at the ceiling. For some reason it hadn’t even occurred to her that the mansion would have security cameras, but it fit with the rest of the paranoid architectural style.

Rebecca put on her best Amber impersonation, chuckling as she pushed the button. “Oh, I found her. She’s, uh, drooling on my tits now.”

Rebecca knew she was pushing it. If Ashley had cameras she might already be watching her now and knew everything that was happening. Only she had a hunch that Ashley hadn’t seen her knock Amber out. The last time she saw Ashley was when Amber had first appeared, and the former bitchy cheerleader was a drooling, barking sycophant. If she’d really seen her punch Amber, then Rebecca suspected that Ashley wouldn’t be able to hold back her anger.

Still, there was no way that Ashley was really buying her as Amber.

“That’s awesome, Goddess!” Ashley’s voice gushed through the radio. There was a low moan reverberating through the static. “Mhm, I want to fuck her so badly. Rebecca must be so cute as a drooling slave. Goddess, can you bring her in front of a camera so I can see? There should be one near you.”

Rebecca lifted up the map, and noticed a few random dots placed next to some of the walls. The lines were so sketchy that it was hard to tell if they were intentionally made, but Rebecca definitely didn’t want to go in front of a camera. Then, inspiration struck.

“I’ll send her to you,” she said in her fake Amber voice. “Fuck her yourself if you want.”

“But shouldn’t she go to the brainwashing room first?” For the first time there was suspicion in Ashley’s voice. Rebecca panicked. What brainwashing room?

“There’s no need for that,” Rebecca replied, trying to sound confident. “She’s all yours, if you want her that bad.” She had no way of knowing if there was any of the old Ashley left in the slave she was talking to, but Rebecca decided to appeal to her vanity anyway. “My best slave deserves a reward.”

“Best… slave?”

The disbelief came through clear over the radio, and Rebecca knew she’d fucked up. She’d played it too far, and now Ashley would know that something had happened to Amber. She’d call up all the slaves to descend on her, and Rebecca trembled with fear at what they would do to her when they discovered that she’d knocked out their precious Goddess.

Then the radio suddenly exploded with loud static, the device actually vibrating in her hand from the scream coming through. Rebecca winced from the scream, but as it tapered off the static lessened and she was able to hear the shriek for what it really was: the sound of Ashley crying out in orgasm.

“Godddeessss,” Ashley’s voice whined. “Thaaank yoouu. I— I live to serve. Anything for Goddess. Thank you.”

Her ears still ringing, Rebecca said, “Uh, you’re welcome.”

“Send Rebecca to the control room. I’ll happily take her as a reward. Since I’m… you’re best slave.”

Rebecca rolled her eyes. She doubted that no amount of brainwashing could erase Ashley’s desire to be loved. Then she played back what Ashley said.

Control room.

She unfolded the map and quickly found it, a room marked ‘Secret Control Room.’ Ashley had even drawn a tiny stick figure with boobs and big hair, with her name proudly printed over it. Rebecca may not have been a genius, but it seemed like a good guess that the control room was where she needed to go to turn off the security measures and unlock all the doors. With Amber out of commission for a while, that meant the only thing standing in her way now was Ashley.

“I’ll send her right away,” Rebecca said, clipping the walkie talkie to her pants and folding up the map. The room was nearby, and now that she knew the way it would be easy to get there. Rebecca took off running, when she heard the radio chirp up again at her hip.

“I’m so wet thinking of having her all to myself. I’m going to do every filthy thing I can imagine to Rebecca. I’ll make her cum so much for you, Goddess. Oh, thank you so much for this chance.”

Rebecca gulped. Ashley might not have hypnotic tits, but she was the head cheerleader. She was athletic, strong, cruel, and even worse, utterly devoted to Amber. She wouldn’t go down easy. Plus, she’d probably been locked up in that control room this whole time, monitoring the security cameras when she really wanted to be out there hunting down her squad for Amber. It would be like having to fight a starved animal, only Ashley was determined to do any number of perverted things to her.

Rebecca reconsidered running headlong into a locked room with a crazed lesbian, but it was the only actual escape plan she’d had all night. With Maria a brainwashed slave too, Rebecca officially had nothing left to lose. Just one more enslaved cheerleader to fight and she’d be home free.