Enslave all Cheerleaders — Chapter 11
The hallway was exactly the same as every other random hallway in the ostentatious mansion, and yet Rebecca felt a chill run down her spine as she noticed the thin dark lines in the wall that didn’t match up with the rest of the wallpaper. She would have never known that the security door was there if the map hadn’t shown her the way. What really made the hair on the back of her neck stand up, though, was that Rebecca had the vague memory of running through this exact hallway, not less than an hour ago. To know that she’d run so close to where Ashley was hiding and spying on all of them left Rebecca feeling especially vulnerable.
Had Ashley seen her running past on the security cameras, laughing at her frantic search for the others? Was she sitting there masturbating and telling Amber exactly where to find her? She pictured Ashley, her mind twisted into dark obedience to her Goddess, eagerly betraying all of them with a grin on her face.
Rebecca gulped, knowing that this was the woman she was about to face in the control room. She’d seen Ashley at the beginning, or at least the brainwashed, horny slave that Amber had turned the former head cheerleader into. And if she understood Amber’s plan, then that relentless slave would have been locked up in this secure room the entire time, desperate to hunt down her friends for Amber but forced to stay put and only watch the hunt from the cameras. What might that building frustration have done to Ashley’s already fragile mental state?
Rebecca pushed the troubling thoughts away. There was no point worrying herself about it. She was going to face Ashley now anyway, so there was no reason to make herself any more intimidated. Besides, she was supposed to be pretending to be a lesbian slave just like Ashley. To be more specific, she was going to be Ashley’s reward for a job well done, which meant that she’d have to go along with whatever depraved things Ashley wanted to do with her.
She wiped the look of fear off of her face, cursing herself for getting scared again. Rebecca did her best to look confident as she rapped her knuckles against the hidden door, hearing a faint metal thud with each knock.
Considering the rest of the over the top mansion, Rebecca expected to hear some kind of pneumatic hiss as the security door opened like a bank vault, or the entrance to some super-villain’s lair. Instead, the hidden door simply swung open with hardly a sound, with Ashley smiling at her from inside the sparse gray room. Rebecca was surprised to see that Ashley was wearing her cheerleader outfit. She’d half expected to find Ashley naked, while the other half expected Ashley to be decked out in some leather dominatrix getup.
“Rebecca! I’m so glad to see you!” Ashley gushed as she clapped her hands excitedly, her pleated skirt giving a little bounce as she squirmed excitedly.
Her genuine enthusiasm certainly wasn’t what Rebecca was expecting, and it took her a minute to recover. “Its, uh, good to see you too, Ashley.”
Ashley lunged forward and Rebecca had to force down every instinct to flinch away. She made herself stay still, closing her eyes and accepting whatever the brainwashed Ashley decided to do with her body. Rebecca had to be nothing but a helpless slave happy to let Ashley have her way with her. At least until Rebecca could bonk her over the head with a lamp or something. She hadn’t really worked the second half of her plan out yet, but for whatever she was going to do to work, Rebecca would just have to put up with being grabbed and spanked and used in any perverted way that Ashley desired.
Her eyes closed tight, Rebecca felt Ashley’s arms wrap around her. She winced, waiting, but instead of being groped, she was shocked to find Ashley giving her a warm hug. It was certainly a tight hug and Rebecca felt Ashley’s tits pressing against her own, but it felt more friendly than sexual. Ashley pulled back and grinned down at her.
“Oh my god, you have no idea how lonely I’ve been in here. I felt like I was going out of my mind locked up in this room.”
Rebecca couldn’t help but stare at her in disbelief, and Ashley giggled.
“What? Did you think I was going to just pounce on you and fuck you?”
“Kind of?” Rebecca shrugged. She’d imagined playing a brainwashed lesbian would be easy, but she hadn’t expected Ashley to be… nice. How the hell was she supposed to react to that?
“Maybe later, if you ask really nice,” Ashley said with a wink. Then she grabbed Rebecca’s hand and yanked her into the security room. “Come on in! We gotta keep this place secure.” Ashley kicked the hidden door shut, and Rebecca heard it give a soft click as it locked itself. Ashley led her over to a professional looking desk with two chairs, facing a wall that was entirely lined with monitors, each showing a different room or hallway from the mansion. Rebecca saw the dance hall where Amber had almost captured her, but also a view of a massive Olympic size pool. There were two rooms filled with books, a modern kitchen, an in house movie theater, another smaller kitchen, and even a bowling alley.
“Your dad really threw everything into this place,” Rebecca muttered nervously. How did lesbian slaves make small talk, anyway? Luckily Ashley laughed at what she said.
“Right? This is why some people just shouldn’t be rich. The interior decorators kept wanting to strangle him when he built the place.”
Rebecca chuckled politely and sank into one of the chairs at the desk. Ashley dropped into the other one, and as she crossed her legs Rebecca got a clear glimpse of her bare pussy under the cheerleader skirt. Being flashed made Rebecca blush and avert her eyes, and Ashley laughed loudly.
“You can go ahead and look at my pussy if you want. Not like we need to be bashful here.”
“Yeah, I guess.” Rebecca squirmed awkwardly in her chair, wondering what to say. Ashley was flirting with her, so she should be flirting back, right? “I wish I had a skirt on,” Rebecca said a little too loudly.
Ashley gave her a confused look. “What?
Blushing furiously, Rebecca made herself say, “Because if I had a skirt on then I could, uh, flash you too.”
Ashley giggled, though she was looking up at the monitors above the desk. “You’re adorable, you know that? Although if anything I’d want to do more than look at your cunt.” She kept giggling to herself, before holding two fingers up in a V and giving the space in between a very suggestive lick.
Rebecca imagined having to spread her legs for Ashley, watching the lesbian slave diving in to eat her out. It worried her that she felt a little turned on at the idea. A girl’s tongue should be the same as a guy’s tongue down there, and Ashley was kind of gorgeous. Still, she was brainwashed and wasn’t thinking clearly. The real Ashley would never want to go down on her. Or be as nice as this, now that she thought about it. This brainwashed Ashley was actually kind of pleasant to talk to.
She was about to politely decline Ashley’s offer, when Rebecca stopped herself. Once again she imagined Ashley’s head between her legs, only now she saw the slave girl being completely vulnerable in this position. If she had Ashley on her knees and unable to see, that would be the perfect time to ambush her.
“I would love to have you eat me out,” Rebecca announced, unzipping her pants.
Ashley took her eyes off of the monitor and smirked. “I’m flattered, but you’ll have to keep it in your pants for now.”
Rebecca had already been shimmying her pants down her hips, and now she froze, her pants half off as she gave Ashley an incredulous look. “But- But Amber sent me here to do anything you want. So if you really want to eat me out then I want you to.”
“Oh, I do,” Ashley replied, making a show of licking her lips. Then she shrugged. “Sadly I gotta keep watching for now. I’ll be more than happy to eat you out later though.”
It felt a little strange for Rebecca to feel disappointed that Ashley wasn’t going to go down on her. Not that she actually wanted to hook up with Ashley. It was just for the plan. She needed to catch Ashley unaware so that she could open all of the locked doors and escape this mansion and Amber’s tits.
Rebecca gulped. “Then— How about I eat you out first? I can make you cum, and then I’ll watch the monitors while you go down on me!”
Ashley rubbed her chin, considering, and Rebecca felt a glimmer of hope. Then it occurred to her to wonder why Ashley still had to watch the monitors. Hadn’t they gotten Maria and everyone else? Unless Heather or Jade had managed to get away somehow. Before she could ask, though, Ashley cut her off by flipping up her skirt, flashing her wet cunt again.
“Alright, if you want to twist my arm over it,” Ashley said, laughing. “Now get down on your knees and put your mouth to good use, Rebecca.”
A nervous smile appeared on Rebecca’s face, the edge of her mouth twitching. “Oh. Yay, I love pussy. Of course.” She slipped off of her chair and rested on her knees, feeling incredibly self-conscious about what she was doing. She’d never done anything like this with a girl before, and she didn’t have that brainwashed love for pussy that the other slaves had going on for them.
She stole a quick, anxious glance up at Ashley, but she was already back to watching the monitors. Ashley opened her legs a little wider, her pussy glistening and waiting for her. Rebecca’s mouth suddenly felt incredibly dry, and she licked her lips nervously. Would Ashley be able to tell that she wasn’t into it? Would she be so bad at eating pussy that Ashley would just make her stop? Was she supposed to strip naked, first? It felt weird going to third base with a girl while she still had all her clothes on. Well, her shirt was already long gone, so she was already halfway there, right? Ashley would probably want to see her naked, anyway. Except the whole point was that Ashley was going to be watching the monitors and not her, so what did it matter?
Rebecca fidgeted with the front of her bra, realizing that she was stalling. She had to do this if she wanted any chance to escape. Plus, if there really was someone else still running out there then that only meant that Rebecca had to do this for them too. She crawled closer, laying her hands awkwardly on Ashley’s slick thighs. It was weird seeing another girl’s pussy up close like this, and Rebecca stuck her tongue out, not even knowing where to start. She started to lean in, her heart racing, when a hand suddenly rested on the top of her head.
Ashley was looking down at her, sympathy written on her face. “You’re really nervous, aren’t you?”
“What? No, not at all,” Rebecca lied. “Amber— I mean, Goddess— made me a lesbian, so why wouldn’t I want to eat you out?”
Now Ashley cupped Rebecca’s chin and lifted her head away, while flipping her cheerleader skirt down to cover herself with her other hand. “True, but I’m guessing you’ve never done this before, right?”
Rebecca looked away, frowning. “No, I haven’t.”
“Then it’s natural for even us slaves to get nervous over doing something for the first time. You don’t have to do anything, Rebecca, if you feel uncomfortable.”
She looked up at Ashley, surprised. “But aren’t slaves, like, not supposed to get a choice?”
“Well, you’re not my slave, are you? If Goddess showed you her cunt, then you’d be so overwhelmed by her beauty that you wouldn’t care what you did for her.”
Rebecca couldn’t help but envision Amber as the one sitting before her, pussy on display while those beautiful, huge tits hung above her. Her body give a traitorous shudder of need, and Rebecca scolded herself. How were Amber’s tits still affecting her like this even when she wasn’t in the room?
It wasn’t hard for Ashley to see Rebecca’s obvious reaction to Amber being mentioned. “See what I mean? Her power fills you up with so much pleasure that you’ll love whatever she commands of you. And even though my tits are pretty amazing, if I do say so myself…” She punctuated this by cupping her tits and bouncing them, and Rebecca had to admit they were great breasts. “But I’m not Amber, which means I can’t stop you from being nervous about trying new things. So I’m not going to make you do anything you don’t want to do. Alright, Rebecca?”
That sounded considerate and amazing, except that it screwed up her entire plan. She was supposed to be seducing Ashley and then figuring out some way to incapacitate her, except now Ashley was suddenly acting so sweet.
Rebecca sighed. “Okay. Thanks, Ashley.”
“You don’t have to sound too disappointed,” Ashley giggled. She grabbed Rebecca’s hand and helped pick her up from the floor, so Rebecca could get back into her seat. “I’m sure Goddess is going to make all of us slaves spend a lot of intimate time together, so you’ll get comfortable with this sort of stuff soon. And if you don’t, that’s cool too.”
Rebecca dropped into her chair and huffed. “Why are you being so nice about all of this? This really isn’t what I was expecting at all.”
“I guess I was acting a little odd the last time you saw me.”
“You were saying you were going to be Amber’s hunting dog and drag me to her so you could cum as I was brainwashed.” Rebecca crossed her arms. “And you were barking too.”
“Hey, that happens to be something I find hot,” Ashley replied, putting a hand to her chest and acting as if she were being accused of something scandalous. “Besides, Goddess wanted to make it a game to scare all of you and I certainly wasn’t going to disappoint her.”
“So talking like you’d been completely mind fucked was just, what, an act? It wasn’t real?”
“Oh, it was real. And I was really mind fucked by Goddess.” Ashley kept her eyes on the monitors as she spoke, and Rebecca noticed her sliding a hand under her skirt to play with herself. “She sure did a number on me. It still feels weird, knowing that she just wiped me clean and decided to put me back together. It’s like… well, I guess you already know exactly what it’s like too, don’t you?”
Rebecca’s foot twitched. “Yup. I sure do.”
“And I really did enjoy scaring all of you. Acting like I was nothing but a depraved slut who was in love with Amber while all of you watched. The thing is, that’s exactly what I am, but it’s not all I am. I can switch back into hardcore slave mode if I wanted, but I would much rather just be nice and talk to you.”
“I guess I’m relieved to hear that. Still, don’t you miss being, you know, who you used to be?”
Ashley raised an eyebrow. “You mean my old, bitchy, stuck up self?”
“I… wouldn’t say you were that bad.”
“You barely knew me, Rebecca. I was worse than that. I was a horrible person who hated myself and so I tried to hate everyone else more. The only joy I let myself experience was ruining other people’s lives. It was like one of those hamster wheels that keep on spinning around and you don’t get anywhere? I saw myself trapped just being this awful person, and yet I just couldn’t stop. Everyone feared me and did what I said, but I didn’t have any real friends. And forget about dating. Who actually wants to spend their lives with the mean cheerleader who insults everyone?
“But that’s why I’m so grateful to Goddess.” Ashley sighed. “She saved me. When she shoved my head into her tits and made my mind just melt against her beauty, I felt so free. All that anger and insecurity and vile jealousy, it all just faded away. I’d never felt so great in my life. And after fucking me a few times and implanting my obedience to her, she started to put me back together. I felt myself waking up, and the fear that I was going to become the same, spiteful woman I was before had me terrified. But Goddess told me to leave all of that behind. That from now one I’d do my best to make others happy and make up for what I’ve done.”
Ashley shuddered and took a deep breath.
“Sure, she’s going to go on punishing me a whole lot, and considering I get off on that kind of punishment I’ll be pretty happy with it, but the truth is she didn’t need to tell me to obey her. Amber made me a better person. I don’t know if this is really me, if that makes sense, but it’s the person I want to be.”
Ashley smiled at her, and Rebecca had trouble reconciling all the drastically different versions of Ashley that she’d met. The utterly cruel cheerleader who’d humiliated Amber and the other girls. The obsessed and depraved slave who had gleefully wanted to see Rebecca brainwashed like her. And now this genuinely nice and caring woman in front of her. Which of them was the real Ashley? Were any of them who she really was? Was she all of them?
It seemed like a puzzle for a psych major, so Rebecca decided not to bother worrying about it.
“That… I’m happy for you, Ashley. I guess if you’re happy that’s all that matters.” She knew that Ashley was still brainwashed and under Amber’s thumb, and yet, oddly enough she was happy for her. Ashley really did seem happy. All of the girls had seemed happy so far. And if she surrendered, she’d have been that happy too. Rebecca shook off the uncomfortable thought. “Still, I’m sure it was weird waking up to suddenly be a lesbian, right?”
“Not really,” Ashley shrugged, still absently fingering herself. “I’ve always been a lesbian.”
“Wait, you were? I never heard about that.”
Ashley shifted uncomfortably in her seat, then spun around to suddenly face Rebecca with a smile on her face. “Enough about that. Tell me how it felt when Goddess captured you. I want to hear every detail.”
“I’m pretty sure you’re just trying to change the subject,” Rebecca accused. Not that she really wanted to go over Ashley’s sexuality. She just had to change the subject to anything else, before Ashley realized that she had no idea what it felt like to be brainwashed.
Unfortunately, Ashley wasn’t going to let it go. She leaned in close, resting her hand on Rebecca’s knee. “Come on, I really want to know. I haven’t had a chance to talk to any of the other slaves yet and I want to know what Goddess did with you.”
Rebecca shrank back, her thoughts scrambling to come up with a believable answer. “It’s, um, not really something I can put into words but… good?”
Ashley rolled her eyes and groaned. “I mean tell me how she got you. I didn’t get to see it on camera. What happened?”
“Well, I was running and, uh, she surprised me. I just turned the corner and ran right into her.”
“Really?” Ashley laughed sweetly. “Oh, I bet you were terrified.”
“I was,” Rebecca muttered. The moment of fear came back to her with such surprising clarity. She really had thought that it was all over for me. “I thought I was done for, but then—” Rebecca coughed. “She got me. Flashed her tits at me and it was just game over.”
Ashley slid a little closer, giggling. “Come on, Rebecca. What did it feel like when she caught you?”
“It felt like…” She faltered, searching for a convincing lie, only to stumble upon the memory of the dance hall, when her and Heather had tried to confront Amber. She’d seen her tits then, in all their glory. Had been trapped in their presence, helplessly feeling the warmth and relief that came with staring at them. “It was warm. It felt like being wrapped up in a big, comfy blanket, like how I couldn’t move my arms or legs at all, but I was too relaxed and tired to care. The longer I stared I just wanted… wanted to sleep, and just give up. To just…”
Rebecca trailed off, her eyes blinking slowly.
“Surrender,” Ashley said, smiling, and Rebecca shivered.
“Yeah. Surrender.” The image of Amber’s tits stayed in her head, and it was so surprisingly clear to see, almost like Amber were really standing there before her. That suffocating power they held, that just made you want to sink before Amber’s tits. “They were perfect. Too perfect. It was like… just staring at them made my mind start to shut down. They were too perfect to really comprehend and so your mind just… stops trying… and you could just keep staring… and it felt so… fuck,” Rebecca muttered, her shoulders sagging.
“You’re thinking of her tits now, aren’t you?” Ashley teased, but Rebecca hardly responded with anything more than a nod. “Remembering how that pleasure just bubbled up from nowhere, completely filling you up so that you could barely move.”
Rebecca nodded again, and her head felt so heavy. It was easier than talking though. The thought of talking just sounded like so much work. And she needed to focus. Needed to focus on Amber’s tits in her head and… do something. She couldn’t really remember, but Rebecca knew she had a good reason to keep thinking of Amber’s perfect tits. She’d just think about Amber’s rack a little more until she could recall what the reason was.
“I remember how amazing they were the first time I saw them,” Ashley said. She leaned back into her chair and spread her legs, touching herself again slowly. Rebecca just looked so cute, with her eyes going blank and her mouth open just a little. “Staring at her tits made me feel so good. Like I was being kissed and touched everywhere. Invisible hands and mouths pleasuring me.”
Rebecca shuddered, a quiet moan escaping her. She had felt that too. Rebecca could almost feel that now. Soft hands caressing her thighs, delicate lips kissing at her breasts. Rubbing her back, grabbing her ass, sliding and kissing over every inch of her. Rebecca felt it all absently, since she couldn’t get distracted. Had to keep thinking of Amber’s tits.
Ashley just kept watching her squirm, while a knowing smile spread on her face. “You can feel it now, can’t you?”
“Yes,” Rebecca muttered, then blinked in surprise. She hadn’t meant to say anything, and yet it had just slipped out. She tried to stand up, only it suddenly felt like her body had been dipped into warm molasses, so thick that she could barely move at all. Except this feeling hadn’t suddenly come upon her. Rebecca realized she’d been feeling it for the last minute or so, but she’d been too distracted to catch herself sinking. She’d been too focused on…
Amber’s tits, so close to her face now. Rising and falling, bouncing perfectly with every breath Amber took. It was only in her head, but it was so real. Rebecca let out a sigh and felt her body relaxing again, sinking back into the sticky pleasure.
Sounding so far away, she heard Ashley giggling. “Yeah, you’re feeling it alright. I bet you’re almost frozen with pleasure, aren’t you? If you keep thinking of her sexy tits, then it won’t be long before you can barely move at all.”
“No, that’s not… not possible,” Rebecca said weakly. Her jaw was so heavy and it took so much effort to get each word out. Or was her jaw too light? Rebecca had trouble understanding what she was experiencing, as it was all lost in that consuming pleasure. It was impossible to focus with Amber’s tits in her face.
Rebecca grunted. No, she told herself, they’re not really there. Amber’s tits couldn’t freeze her when she wasn’t really there. It was impossible. There was nothing at all stopping her from moving.
Rebecca braced her legs and forced herself to stand. She managed to lift off of the seat by about an inch, when Ashley suddenly spoke.
“See Amber’s tits now,” Ashley commanded, and the image of Amber’s tits bounced back into Rebecca’s head immediately. Watching them sway back and forth, Rebecca let out a weak sound of longing as her body locked up. She fell back into her chair, her eyes staring ahead at nothing while her arms and legs went slack.
“Good girl,” Ashley tittered. “I know you want to stare at her perfect boobs more. Just accept it. Believe in your Goddess, and it will happen. It’s already happening.”
Rebecca fought against the sensations running through her, and yet she felt so incredibly weak, and her body wasn’t responding to her. “Not… real,” she moaned, her mouth barely able to open. “Just… not here…”
“Maybe she’s not in the room with us, but you can see them so clearly in your mind,” Ashley cooed. “Can’t you.”
Rebecca told her body to run and it refused. She slumped in the chair. “Only… in my… head.”
“That’s right,” Ashley whispered into Rebecca’s ear. Rebecca would have flinched if she was capable of it. When had she gotten so close? Ashley traced a finger along Rebecca’s chin. “Amber’s tits are in your head.”
The image of those divine tits intensified, and Rebecca wanted to squeeze her legs together, her clit aching with need. Not that she could move. She remained as she was before, with her legs open and her pussy getting wetter with each passing second.
“Amber’s tits are in your head. Repeat that for me, Rebecca.”
Ashley’s voice had been fading out, just like everything in the room was fading away, but when she heard that command, Rebecca found her body answering without hesitation, her words coming out crisp and clear.
“Amber’s tits are in my head.”
She hadn’t even thought about saying it. It was like she didn’t have any input in what her body had done at all. Ashley had ordered it, and it had simply occurred, while Rebecca could only watch. Fear threatened to creep in, when a wave of warm and fuzzy pleasure drifted through her. Rebecca kept watching Amber’s tits swaying in her head, and the troubles went away easily. There wasn’t room for anything in her head but Amber’s giant tits.
She was only distantly aware of Ashley caressing her cheek and toying with her hair.
“Good girl. I thought that might help you relax. Now, how are you feeling?”
It was such a big question. Rebecca had to stop and wonder. What was she feeling? It was so strange, just sitting and watching Amber’s tits. So hard to decide on what she was feeling most. Luckily, while she was busy wondering, Rebecca found her mouth opening and answering for her.
“Horny.”
Ashley giggled, and Rebecca relaxed. That’s right, she was feeling horny. Incredibly horny.
She was also feeling something else too. Something was weighing down on her lap, but it felt soft and warm. And there was a comfortable, lovely presence that was pressing against her shoulder. Rebecca forced her eyes open, which was tough because she wanted to just keep staring at Amber’s tits.
It was worth it, though, when Rebecca found that Ashley was now sitting in her lap, with her impressive tits pressing into her shoulder as Ashley wrapped her arms around her. And against her thigh was something wet, dripping through her pants, and Rebecca smiled when she realized that it was Ashley’s cunt. She was so wet. And Rebecca felt so wet, too. Rebecca wore a dazed smile, her thoughts turning back to Amber’s perfect, bouncing tits.
“Be honest, Rebecca. Are you attracted to me?”
“Yes,” she answered, with some hesitation. It was surprisingly obvious. When she wasn’t worrying about the brainwashing or Amber fucking with their heads, it was clear to Rebecca that Ashley was gorgeous and that she wanted to fuck her. All she saw now was a beautiful, horny cheerleader that wanted her. “Yes,” she repeated again, her pussy begging to be touched.
“And do you find other girls hot too? Do you want to sleep with the other cheerleaders as well?”
“Yes. Yes.” The answers were so easy to see now that she was just focusing on Amber’s tits. Rebecca did frown slightly when she realized what she’d said. She did want to fuck the girls, but she didn’t want Ashley to feel bad. She just had to say the truth.
Ashley wasn’t mad, though. She was smiling down at Rebecca, her arms wrapping around her tighter and her body pressing in closer, sending butterflies through Rebecca’s stomach. “Mhm. So which girls do you want to fuck, Rebecca? Besides me, of course,” Ashley giggled.
“Jade,” Rebecca replied, remembering the fearless way she had run in to save her. She’d been so brave and awesome. Her memory went back further, and Rebecca remembered how she had put her hand into Jade’s shorts to feel how wet she was, while the memory of Jade’s fingers against her own cunt made her purr happily. Rebecca’s fingers twitched, and she could almost feel her slick, pussy lips again. They’d been trying to determine if the other had been brainwashed, but that was so silly. They should have just fingered each other. God, did Rebecca want to feel someone’s fingers inside of her.
“Who else?”
“Maria.” Rebecca actually blinked at that, and the fantastic view of Amber’s tits in her mind became fuzzy as she stirred uncomfortably. Maria had been her best friend ever since she arrived in school, and she’d never thought of her that way before. Did she really want to sleep with Maria?
“You seem confused on that one,” Ashley noted, her voice still sounding so distant. “What do you think is wrong?”
“I never… thought of Maria like that before.” Rebecca scrunched her brow, and the sight of Amber’s tits became blurrier, harder to focus on.
“And do you think that’s because of what Amber has done to you?”
“I… don’t know,” Rebecca admitted. It couldn’t be that, since Amber hadn’t brainwashed her yet. Some small voice deep in her head told her not to tell Ashley that, but it sounded ridiculous. Ashley was being so helpful. And she was so hot.
Gentle fingers appeared on the sides of Rebecca’s head, and she let out a soft moan as Ashley began to massage her temples. “Tell me how you really feel about Maria, then.”
The vision of Amber’s tits was still fading, and Rebecca felt like she was coming back, becoming more complete. Still, Ashley’s words rang in her head and she found her mind responding immediately, bringing up a mental image of Maria. Rebecca saw her sweet, shy roommate, the girl who was always willing to help her out on assignments or get her through a stressful day.
“She’s amazing. Maria’s smart… and so kind. She doesn’t even seem to know… how great she is. I’m so lucky… that I get to be her friend.”
“And do you think she’s beautiful?” Ashley asked.
“Of course she’s beautiful.” Rebecca had answered without any hesitation, and something about that surprised her. She’d always found Maria adorable, in her own way. Only now the Maria in her head was changing, shifting from the conservatively dressed nerd she knew to the naked woman that Rebecca had seen just minutes before. This Maria stood with her entire body on display, confidence in place of her usually bashfulness.
Rebecca wanted to turn away from the naked Maria, felt some instinct to avert her eyes, but she didn’t have the strength of mind to make the image vanish. And so Rebecca kept staring at her friend’s naked body, and she saw Maria with a new appreciation. Maria really was a beautiful woman. Arousal welled up inside her, and Rebecca found she didn’t want to fight against it.
“I… never noticed… how sexy she is…”
“Now imagine that Maria is here with you now. She’s horny, and telling you that you’re beautiful and sexy as well. What would you say to her?”
Ashley’s words drifted into Rebecca’s dazed mind, only she didn’t really hear them. They were already twisting, changing, as the naked image of Maria turned to Rebecca and smiled at her, before extending her hand.
“I want you,” Maria said, and Rebecca felt her heart ache with happiness. “Do you want to fuck me, Rebecca?”
“Yes,” she answered. Rebecca should have been shocked, but instead it felt like something she’d always felt deep down. She’d always loved Maria as a friend, but had never imagined that the respect and admiration she had for her roommate could be sexual as well. Now, though, Rebecca saw that it had nothing to do with being brainwashed. If a woman as amazing as Maria wanted her, then Rebecca truly did feel honored. And she wanted her right back.
“Yes,” Rebecca moaned again. She tried to reach out for her but her arms were too heavy to move. Her fingers twitched, and her hands raised slightly, but the weird feeling was fading. Rebecca saw only the ghost of Amber’s tits, so insubstantial that they were barely there. And yet Rebecca kept herself in that peaceful, relaxing place. The place where Maria was with her, just as horny as she was and wanting to fuck her. She wanted to hear Maria say it again.
“You sounded so passionate,” Ashley teased, hugging Rebecca. Only the hug felt different now. Rebecca’s thoughts were coming back together, and she was surprised to find that Ashley was no longer in her lap. Instead, she was standing beside her to hug her, but even with her arms around Rebecca’s shoulders she kept herself distant enough that Rebecca couldn’t feel the warm presence of her tits. The hug felt chaste, restrained.
Rebecca turned to face Ashley, blinking blearily as she came too. Absently her finger brushed the wet spot on her thigh, the stain in her pants that Ashley’s dripping cunt had left behind.
“What’s wrong?” she asked sleepily. She saw that Ashley was smiling, but there was a sadness to it now.
“Nothing at all,” Ashley lied. “I’m just thinking that Maria’s a lucky girl if you feel so strongly about her. I’m sure you two will be a great couple.”
Rebecca felt an aching pressure tightening around her heart. Ashley thought that she didn’t want her. That was so wrong, though. Her pussy was so wet thinking about Ashley, and she was so nice and hot. Rebecca’s thoughts were rambling, still disorganized from thinking of Amber’s tits, but there was no denying that what her scattered thoughts were saying was true. Ashley was beautiful, and she felt so horny.
“Ask me,” Rebecca made herself say, still hard to speak when she hadn’t been commanded too, but this was important.
Ashley tilted her head and regarded Rebecca, confused. “Ask you what?”
Mustering all the strength that she had, Rebecca forced her mouth to open.
“Want… fuck you…”
Ashley’s eyes went wide with surprise. “You want to fuck me?”
Rebecca grinned wide. Now that she had been asked a question, her jumbled mind had no choice but to obey. And boy, would she obey.
“Oh my god, yes. You’re amazing, sexy, athletic. And you’re so sweet. I never knew you could be so nice. And it felt so good to have you sitting on me. Hard to think, but I felt how wet you were through my pants. I love it, knowing you were as wet as I felt.”
Rebecca stopped, panting for breath. The words had all come pouring out. Unfortunately it was hard to focus on Amber’s tits when she was speaking so much, and now Rebecca only had a hazy image of Amber in her head. She felt that warm presence slipping away, along with the sexy imaginary Maria in her head. It pained her to lose the wonderful image of Amber’s tits. Except, wasn’t she trying to escape those perfect, delicious tits all night?
“You really want to fuck me,” Ashley muttered in an awed voice. Rebecca saw the adorably happy look on Ashley’s face and found herself grinning too.
Rebecca clenched her thighs together, her toes curling as she felt how wet and needy she was. Then, almost all at once, Rebecca realized that she could move again. Not much, but she could close and open her hands. She could think too, now that she wasn’t in a trance from Amber’s tits.
And she really had been in a trance! Fear dripped down Rebecca’s neck as she caught on to just how close she had been to being lost. She’d gotten lucky that Ashley hadn’t made her reveal that she wasn’t a horny slave who wanted to fuck the other slaves. All Rebecca had admitted to was just being horny and wanting to fuck the other girls.
The fact that Amber’s tits could put her into a trance when she wasn’t even in the room was truly terrifying. No sooner had the thought crossed her mind then Rebecca found herself picturing Amber’s tits again, filling her with fear and awe. They were so powerful. It was impossible to fight. Bouncing over her, all powerful. No escape.
Rebecca bit her lip, trying to shake the image out of her head. No, she couldn’t let herself slip back. Rebecca was able to actually feel an almost physical pull to drag her mind down, and she stared hard at Ashley in order to focus on something else. Rebecca studied Ashley’s gorgeous face, focusing on what was real. Amber wasn’t here, but Ashley was real. She was real and she was so sexy.
Ashley leaned in towards her, and Rebecca, fixated, felt herself drawn towards the beautiful blonde cheerleader. She was staring at Ashley’s pillowy lips, struck by the urge to kiss her.
“Do you want to kiss me?” Ashley asked, and though she wasn’t in trance anymore, Rebecca answered without delay by grabbing Ashley’s top and pulling her in to kiss her.
The girls crashed against each other, as Rebecca let out the pent up passion from throughout the day. All of that frustration, the fear and arousal she’d tried so hard to suppress; Rebecca let it all out as she let her hands roam Ashley’s body, kissing her with abandon.
So when Ashley laid a hand on her stomach and slid her fingers into the waistband of her pants, Rebecca let out a happy moan. She wanted Ashley to finger her, longed for it, but instead Ashley kept her hand there. She even pulled away from the kiss.
Rebecca let out a pathetic noise. Her head was so full of need, she couldn’t find the words to speak. Ashley was licking her lips, almost like she was savoring Rebecca’s taste. Finally, she spoke.
“Do you want me to, Rebecca?”
Rebecca nodded. “Fuck yes.”
It was only as Ashley’s fingers were entering her panties that it occurred to Rebecca that Ashley hadn’t specified what she would do to her. Then those fingers had found her wet, needy pussy and Rebecca found that she didn’t care anymore. As far as she was concerned, Ashley could do anything she wanted to her. Everything. She wanted to experience it all, anything that Ashley would show her. Rebecca kept staring into Ashley’s eyes as the other girl began to finger her, and Rebecca knew that her plan was working. She could barely see Amber’s tits in her mind anymore. All she saw was Ashley’s pretty eyes and her tits barely fitting in the uniform top and those wonderful fingers moving inside her cunt.
Rebecca rocked her hips against Ashley’s hand. “Need you,” Rebecca muttered, leaning in to kiss her. Ashley giggled and held her back with her free hand, pressing it against one of Rebecca’s tits.
“I’m glad you’re feeling more adventurous.”
Rebecca nodded, relishing the feeling of Ashley’s hand on her tit. It was so much easier when she didn’t have to worry and could just embrace what she wanted. And now she was barely thinking of Amber’s perfect tits at all. Instead she was obsessing with Ashley’s huge tits bouncing before her. She reached out, tugging weakly at Ashley’s top to try and see if her boobs were as hot as she imagined.
“Just imagine if we had Maria here with us,” Ashley said, and Rebecca’s cunt squeezed tightly against Ashley’s fingers. “Ah, you like that thought, do you? Just picture her kneeling her before you. Wanting to eat out this nice wet cunt of yours.”
Rebecca closed her eyes and saw it so clearly. Maria kneeling, grinning as she watched Ashley finger her.
“So nice…” Rebecca purred. “Want Maria…”
“All of us kissing. And licking. And groping. And fucking. In and out,” Ashley said, pumping her fingers in time with the words. Rebecca saw all of it too, as clearly as Ashley was describing it. The three of them naked and writhing on the floor, giving in to what they wanted.
Rebecca let out a satisfied moan, her eyes still shut and a blissful smile on her face. “Yesss.”
“Just picture it so clearly. Us fucking passionately, all while Goddess stands over us. Watching us, so we can all gaze up at her tits while we fuck for her.”
By the time Rebecca realized what she was imagining it was too late. She was deep in the fantasy of the threesome, but now Amber was once again in her head. Stroking her giant tits, grinning triumphantly as she watched Rebecca fucking her friends. The scene made it appear as though Amber had broken her, fucked with her mind until Rebecca was nothing but a horny slave like the others, and now she was mindlessly fucking the other girls with abandon.
And that’s exactly what Rebecca saw and felt. She was eating out Maria, too horny to care. She was fingering Ashley, loving every second of it because she wasn’t capable of thought any more. She fucked because Amber commanded her too. She stared at the tits of her new Goddess, basking in her new, perverted life. She was nothing but a sex toy for Amber now. It felt glorious.
Distantly, she heard Ashley’s voice asking her what she wanted.
“To be made into a slave,” Rebecca moaned.
Something slipped out of her pussy, and the loss of that wonderful sensation was enough to jar her thoughts loose. Rebecca opened her eyes, looking around the room blearily. It took her a moment to notice Ashley staring at her with surprise in her eyes.
“What did you say?”
Rebecca tried to make the gears in her mind work, but they were so sticky and slow to move. Had she spoken out loud? Oh god, she had. She tried to think of a lie, only to feel her mouth already opening. She was back in that soothing, terrible trance, and had to speak the truth.
“I want to be brainwashed into being Amber’s slave,” Rebecca heard herself say.
Ashley backed up a little, the line of her mouth tight and suspicion clear on her face. “But… you’re already a slave.”
“No, I’m not,” Rebecca’s mouth answered, while her eyes widened with fear. It had finally happened. She’d fucked up and now Ashley knew the truth. Suddenly the words came pouring out of her, and Rebecca couldn’t know if she was spilling everything to try and apologize to this sweet Ashley for misleading her or if she was trying to dig herself in deeper so that Ashley would be sure to capture her.
“I never got enslaved by Amber’s perfect tits. I tricked you, got into here so I can open the doors and escape. I’m so sorry I tricked you, Ashley. I’m so bad. I’m so horny. I want you to drag me to Amber so she can brainwash me. I wanna be turned into a brainless slave while I watch you fucking yourself happily as I lose my mind.”
Rebecca finally managed to clamp her mouth shut, but she knew it was too late. Ashley stared at her with a slack jawed expression, which slowly turned into a cruel, hungry grin.
“Oh, I get it now.” Ashley reached behind Rebecca and grabbed hold of her hair, drawing in her and forcing Rebecca to stare into her eyes. “So you’re not really a slave for Amber?”
“No,” Rebecca squeaked. She was shaking, terrified at what Ashley would do to her, and yet her pussy was craving it so badly. If she was this turned on at the thought of being captured, then Rebecca figured that she didn’t really deserve to leave. She deserved to be caught like this. To be a slave like the others. To be with Maria.
“Then it sounds to me like you’re a naughty girl who needs to be punished.”
Ashley reached out for her and Rebecca shut her eyes tight. Even if her body was free of the trance she doubted that she could do anything with the fear racing through her like this. With Ashley grabbing her hair tight Rebecca felt like a helpless doll, waiting to be broken.
The last thing Rebecca expected Ashley to do, though, was to shove her hand back into her pants. Rebecca gasped.
“What are you—” Rebecca was cut off as Ashley’s fingers entered her, and she couldn’t contain the long, grateful moan that escaped from her throat.
“Such a bad girl, sneaking in here to trick me.” Ashley’s fingers sped up, pumping deep inside Rebecca’s cunt. “And you’re so dripping wet already. Are you this eager for me to bring you before Amber to worship at her tits?”
Rebecca wanted to lie, but she was trembling under Ashley’s controlling hands. “I— yes.”
Ashley grinned. “Well if you’re such an eager little slut then maybe I should just fuck you right now. You’re not going to leave until you’ve made this up to me.” She tugged on Rebecca’s hair and forced the moaning girl to look up at her.
And as Rebecca opened her eyes, she didn’t see the cruel, brainwashed slave she expected. Instead, Ashley was grinning, and looked like she was trying to stop herself from laughing. Rebecca was still bucking her hips helplessly against Ashley’s hand, staring in confusion while her slow moving thoughts attempted to figure out what was happening.
Then Ashley leaned in close to giggle and whisper into her ear. “I didn’t expect you to be into role play, but I gotta say, this is pretty kinky. Pretending you’re not a slave already so I can capture you again.”
Rebecca would have laughed if she wasn’t already moaning pathetically while Ashley fingered her. Here she’d confessed to everything, and yet it must have been too shocking for Ashley to really believe. Instead she thought this was some kind of sex game so she could punish her.
“Ashley, I’m telling you the truth.” Rebecca winced. What was she saying? “I”m really—”
Ashley lifted her hand out of Rebecca’s pants and slapped her across the face in one quick, fluid motion. The sudden shock of the slap left Rebecca speechless, her cheek tingling hotly, before her clit convulsed with pure need.
“Naughty girls don’t speak unless they are told to,” Ashley instructed, her expression suddenly cold and demanding. Before she broke into a wide grin. “Sorry, wanted to try out being the cruel and crazed slave girl again. Since we’re role playing and all. But I guess I didn’t ask your opinion, did I?”
Rebecca sat there shivering, her cheek still burning sweetly from the slap and her cunt getting wetter than ever. Ashley reached out with the same hand that had hit her, the same hand that had been fingering her, and Rebecca felt a sudden flash of wet need at the thought of being slapped again. Instead, Ashley just trailed her slick fingers along Rebecca’s cheek in a tender caress.
“So, Rebecca, do you want me to be the sweet seductress who convinces you to surrender to our Goddess…”
Ashley suddenly pulled on Rebecca’s hair to snap her head back, and the moan slipped out of her before Rebecca could even try to fight how good it felt to be used like this.
“Or do you want me to be ruthless and cruel? Goddess’ blood hound, like you said earlier, intent on seeing you brainwashed.”
“I—” Rebecca was panting as she stared up at the ceiling, afraid to lower her head without permission. She thought of the sweet Ashley that she’d met when she came in her. And also thought of the crazed, obsessed Ashley who had promised to chase her down with such glee.
“Cruel,” she finally said, unable to hide the smile on her face.
Ashley grinned as she tightened her hold on Rebecca’s hair, her other hand sliding down to grab her throat possessively. “Then I’m going to have a hell of a time breaking you in,” Ashley chuckled. “And you’re going to love every second, aren’t you, slut?”
Rebecca wanted to say no, even now, but the way her pussy was desperately begging to have Ashley’s fingers inside of her again made her realize how hopelessly horny she was. Rebecca needed some kind of release for all of this tension wound tight inside of her. She needed this.
“Please fuck me.”
Rebecca slapped her across the face again, and this time Rebecca moaned happily at the sudden rush of pain and pleasure.
“Say it properly, slut.”
“Please fuck me… Mistress?”
Ashley stood up, gazing down at Rebecca. “Good. You’re going to make a wonderful slave…” She leaned down to kiss her, before whispering, “When I break you.”
Rebecca let out a needy whimper, and Ashley kissed her then, her hand sliding down Rebecca’s body to get back to her cunt. Rebecca didn’t try to fight anymore. She lost herself in the bliss of it. She obeyed every command Ashley gave her. She did every depraved thing Ashley demanded of her. And, just as Ashley had said, she loved every second of being a slave.