DELIVERY
by Madam Kistulot
31.
Hannah smiled as she wrapped her arms around Renee from behind. She kissed the very tip of her ear, and whispered in a low, soft voice as she rubbed slowly against her back. “You look so, so pretty today. I think that sleep did you a lot of good. And after all of that hypnosis yesterday you’re even letting me dress you up all pretty.”
“I... I like letting you do things like that, Hannah. Besides... it does look really good on me.” Renee blushed as she looked into the mirror. It took her a moment to pull herself away from Hannah’s eyes. She liked how those looked even more.
Across her chest was a black strip of a bandeau top that strained to contain the full curves of her breasts. It did so little to hide her nipples. Especially when Hannah’s kisses turned to nibbles.
Around her waist a skin tight microskirt clung to her like a second skin. It was barely long enough to hide the curves of her ass and the white thong Hannah had insisted on with little resistance. It was black like her top, but where that stretched and stained her skirt squeezed and contained. It was shiny too, making it impossible for her to imagine going outside in daylight and not drawing everyone’s eyes.
Both were presents from Hannah. They’d lived together and been friends for so long it was hardly alarming that she’d known her size. All that could have alarmed Renee was how much milky skin was so sweetly visible.
So many trails of freckles would tease anyone who saw her and wasn’t lucky enough to get a taste. She hoped it would be enough to tempt Courtney. She was a special woman after all.
I wouldn’t want to get in the way of them, but getting between them? That I want. That I don’t think I’d want to miss. A shiver went down her spine as lips tasted the base of her neck, and hands felt along her terribly exposed thighs. There was only enough of her covered for an illusion of being dressed.
She would never have worn any of it if she’d been asked to choose. Though now that Hannah had dressed her it felt so much different. She was eager to watch her nipples strain the tight dark fabric over her breasts. She savored the telltale squeaking whenever her thighs moved. There would be no hiding any of her arousal, and that was without counting that a white thong didn’t seem the most absorbent option even without Hannah’s constant teasing.
For her feet she’d had a pair of strappy heels with a heel pointier than she’d usually wear. It felt like entirely too little under her foot but nothing she couldn’t handle. She hardly wobbled.
When she’d first put them on and stood triumphantly something about Hannah’s gaze had looked almost jealous. She hadn’t asked what the look had meant. It felt somehow inappropriate to ask when she was the one being dressed like a whore. Hannah’s reasons were hers unless she wanted to share them. It made Renee burn in the best way possible.
Hannah’s hand fell sharply against Renee’s ass and she whined as her squirming filled the room with loud squeaks and her own mewls. “I look so... slutty like this. You’re sure that Courtney won’t be upset with me? If we’d spent a whole weekend together and the next time I saw you...”
“Renee? Renee.” Hannah smirked, her hand coming down on the other side of Renee’s ass earning a new series of moans and more stained fabric. “If it had been us together for a whole weekend you’d be just like you are right now: horny and eager to carry out whatever naughty things I can dream of asking you. If I showed up here with a blonde, bubble butt in tow, you would only be upset if I told you she was off limits or that you could only watch.
“You aren’t that innocent girl that’s just looking for the perfect relationship anymore. You’re my horny little hypnoslut. We spent all day yesterday making sure of that. So I’m going to introduce you to Courtney, and she is going to be doing her best to stop from pouncing you before we get through the door. And you’re going to wish that she had less restraint.
“But dressed like this?” Hannah’s hand rose, supporting the weight of a breast through the tight bandeau. “You’re also going to be glad we’re not going over there early... and that Lucy gave me the night off. Or I’d have you tag along all through my shift to be pretty eye candy and make the day go by that much faster.”
Renee whined. She whined, but she nodded. I’d even do it. Maybe she’ll let me do that with her on Monday. I could go without even a thong if I never had to get out of the car. I could just spread my legs, arch my back, and make her day hotter. Fuck, I want that. Bad.
“Maybe we can do that... another day, then?” Renee burned too hot to let simple shyness restrain her desire. So much better to betray that shyness with a bold declaration of her desire.
Shyness was something Renee had in her mind by default, so going against it was another self-betrayal. It was another chance to use her pussy against her own mind and feel it sizzle and melt away disobedient places inside of her. She didn’t want any of that left to embarrass Hannah in front of Courtney. She wondered if the two had planned her hypnotic enslavement and settled on hoping so but not caring enough to think of asking.
Even if they hadn’t planned it together Hannah hadn’t known how to do this to a woman’s mind before her weekend of lustful abandon. That was conspiracy enough. A conspiracy with me as the victim and that just makes me hotter. I am so mind fucked. OOoh...
She trembled and clutched at Hannah’s arm to steady herself. The brunette felt so strong in all of the ways that she felt weak. Her brown eyes in the mirror looked so focused, and hers so glassy.
If she can make me forget things, I wonder how much I don’t even know that I’ve forgotten. Maybe she spent the early morning training me and then snapped her fingers and I decided I’d just slept in a little later. I’d never know. Sleep gave Renee perspective that she’d lacked for days—for the majority of a week. She connected dots that might have kept her free had she been conscious of them sooner.
Now seeing them only turned her on and made her wish she could pull the strings of hypnotic obedience that much tighter.
So many infinite possibilities, and there would be no way for me to know. Hannah is too smart for there to be holes I could easily crawl through. Anything that I might be able to think of she could have keyed to forgetting, or cumming and forgetting, or cumming to forget why I wanted to remember. Renee clutched Hannah’s arm tighter and rolled her hips back to fit her curves more tightly against her lover’s own. Maybe just thinking about forgetting makes me forget things that she wants me to forget. There’s so many ways.
With a computer you’d need so many lines of code to catch all of the possible scenarios... but the human mind is smarter than that. It’ll fill in the blanks for her. Oooh she could have trained me to reinforce what she’s put into my head...
Renee let out a long, slow whine. Her body trembled, a trail of hot slick bliss sliding down into view beyond what little flesh the microskirt covered. “Hannah... I’m... a slave, aren’t I?”
“No.”
Hannah’s swift response almost hurt. There was nothing harsh nor any hint of malice to her tone. Only the denial of what she wanted. What she needed. Hazel eyes quivered.
A soft laugh moved across her ear preempting a long slow kiss. “Don’t worry, Renee. That was... poor phrasing. I should have said not yet. There’s so very little left to do, but we can’t do it here. But that doesn’t mean that I can’t fuck you like a slave girl until we get another shower and then head over to Courtney’s.”
Hannah’s hand was already pulling the thin strip of stained white fabric that sat over Renee’s cleft off to the side. From the first touch of skin to wet quivering skin Renee trembled with desperate moans for more.
“I could make you forget the time between now and then. It would be like it never happened. You’d just travel through time, from our bathroom to her front door. I’d still be taking my time, fucking you, enjoying the way your body moves, enjoying the way your body tastes... but you’d jump right to that one step closer to being a hypnotized slave girl. Is that what you want?” Hannah moaned her words into Renee’s ear in time with her fingers dancing across the smaller woman’s clit. “Is that what you need?”
“Y-y-yessss!” Renee screamed. Her eyes rolled back into her head as pleasure assaulted her mind. Too much for her thoughts to be clear, yet too intensely fogging for her mind to not be so aware of what was happening to her.
There were no illusions.
“P-please, hypnotize me, make me forget, make me lose another day! Yesterday was so fucking hot, and I want more! I need more! I need to be a slave and I can’t take waiting that long...” Renee whimpered, her words twisting around her own clit as effortlessly as Hannah’s slick fingers. “I-I’ll do it if you want me to. Without even whining, complaining, begging. I’ll just do it. But if you’re asking me what I want, then... then I want that. Please.”
Keeping her voice steady and even was more difficult than she’d imagined. Groans kept threatening to tear her words into sounds that lost any approximation of meaning. Only her desire to obey Hannah, to answer her wholly, gave her the cohesion necessary.
“Good girl.” Renee wilted under Hannah’s praise. Her posture fell slack, arms dangling weakly at her sides. “Look into the mirror, and look into my eyes in the mirror, and feel your mind leave you behind. Obey me, Renee.”
“O-beeeey...”
Renee’s orgasm would have sent her tumbling to the ground were she not so easy for Hannah to hold. Even with fingers working to make sure more pleasure would shove Renee deeper and deeper into the obedient depths of surrender there was no risk of the girl actually falling.
Mistress didn’t need to make Hannah strong enough—this was a strength she could offer on her own.
Renee chanted that word again and again, losing herself in the mantra without being told. She stared without seeing into Hannah’s reflected eyes. Her pussy shuddered, and washed away her mind.
“Good girl.”
32.
“Wakey wakey, Renee.”
Hannah’s voice cut through the fog that held her mind and Renee found herself in the passenger’s seat of her lover’s car. Before she remembered that Lucy had given her the day off she’d began to steam under the idea of actually being Hannah’s ride along eye candy. Instead she realized that it was late enough to be dark outside and Hannah was dressed in just a t-shirt and jeans.
She wasn’t coming here to be offered up like a piece of meat.
She hasn’t spent the last couple days being turned into a mindfucked... whatever I am now, either.
Renee was surprised to find she’d been commanded to slide on her knee length jacket. What little she wore underneath was hidden from view as she followed Hannah up to Courtney’s door. “Is... is there anything that I should know?”
“No, sweetie. Anything you needed to know I’ve whispered into your head already. Don’t worry. She’s going to love you.” Hannah pressed the doorbell with a soft grin. It was a bit early in the night to be a perfect week but she still remembered the first time she’d made that chime ring. It reminded her so sweetly of the light of Courtney’s enabler.
The door opened, and Courtney smiled as she looked between the two. Her blue eyes met and locked with Hannah’s. Wordlessly they shared so much with their smiles, and their subtle shifts of posture. Hannah could see the slave in Courtney’s eyes.
All of the nervous giddy feelings of infatuation were there, too. Even so deeply aware of what had become of her she’d found no escape from the artificial feelings. Not that she wanted to escape. Her love for Courtney was one of the most pure, knee weakening, heartwarming sensations she could remember feeling. Being artificial only made it better.
She remembered using the coin to entrance Courtney for Mariko in what felt like a dream but her mind told her had been a session of Mistress’s brainwashing.
i love you, Courtney, because you made me more Mistress’s slave. If loving you like this is Her will, then i’ll love you forever or until She tells me to stop. Pleasure coursed down her spine but only her lips quirked in her smile.
“Hannah! Oh I missed you so much...” Courtney enveloped Hannah in a tight hug. Renee watched the way their bodies melted together, Courtney’s in the sensible sweater and business length short skirt with Hannah’s in her simple t-shirt and too tight jeans. Every place they met squished and accepted each other in equal measure.
Jealousy rose in Renee, but not the sort that made her want them to stop. She was more jealous of the space between them. She wanted to feel those two pairs of arms holding her entirely too tight.
Two pairs of curves. Two sets of lips. So many possibilities tingled through her mind.
She craved them all.
“I missed you too, Courtney...” Hannah found Courtney’s lips. Renee trembled at the sight, looking as though she felt both pairs of lips someplace intimate hidden by her closed jacket. “Was really hard waiting the whole week to see you again...”
Again they were lost in a kiss. Renee mewled before she could realize and catch herself. Her blush felt infinitely more red than her hair.
“And you... you must be Renee. Hannah told me so much about you. I was so very hopeful that she’d be able to convince you to come with her this weekend.” Courtney grinned, pulling away from Hannah to rest her hands on Renee’s shoulders. Their eyes met. Renee felt so intensely every tiny inch of their height difference. “I heard that the two of you had all sorts of fun. I actually spoke to her before you came over, but she told me that you weren’t in a very thoughtful place...”
Renee trembled. Courtney’s voice was doing things to her that she was afraid to confess but unable to deny. She wanted more. It was so hard not to fall to her knees there outside of her front door.
“We still spoke, anyway. You just don’t remember. Hannah tells me that you’re so very good at forgetting, now... but come, come on in you two... No reason to stay out here in the cold.” Courtney’s hands slid along Renee’s arms before grasping both of her hands to pull her inside. Hannah followed close behind, her hands rubbing along Renee’s hips after she drew the door shut.
As soon as it closed Courtney’s hands unbuttoned Renee’s jacket and pushed it off of her shoulders.
Renee remembered the bandeau top and microskirt. She remembered the tiny white thong that she’d soaked through before lunchtime. She didn’t remember getting into a car wearing only a long jacket. “I... I was wearing... thought I was wearing...”
“I told Hannah to let you think you were still wearing the slutwear we’d planned for you to bring on you. But since you’d gone and gotten it soaked with sweat and cum it seemed like this would be better for you to put on after your shower.” Courtney’s blue eyes hooded as her hands reached out to brazenly fondle at Renee’s chest. Though she tensed, she didn’t pull away. Her nipples stiffened at the touch what little they hadn’t from being revealed. “Oh, yes, your breasts are every bit as lovely as Hannah made them sound.
“You’re every bit as lovely as Hannah made you sound. And already so deeply conditioned. Brainwashed. But you need a bit more to be enslaved. And we’ve already made you want that, haven’t we?” Courtney’s eyes hooded as she twisted Renee’s nipples out from the center of her chest.
The redhead trembled, and fell forward into Courtney’s body. Her cry had crumbled apart in her throat, lost to its own volume and intensity. Hannah’s familiar body pressed to her naked back, arms moving around her waist to support the dazed woman.
“W-we...? You mean... you and Hannah...” Renee whined even as she nuzzled into Courtney and inhaled the woman’s scent as though to memorize it like she had Hannah’s.
“Yes, we, Hannah. Courtney is a slave who helped make me a slave, and then she sent me home to make you a slave, too.” Hannah nibbled along her ear. Renee could feel her nipples stiffen against her back and whimpered in confused arousal.
She resisted the urge to pull away. It wasn’t what she wanted anymore. It was what a stubborn voice, but one she didn’t want to listen to. I want... I want to be a slave. I want to obey. I want to forget and cum and forget why I even care!
Renee struggled to concentrate through the unrelenting touches to her sensitive body that was nude but for her own strappy heels and the headset she hadn’t realized had taken residence in her ear shortly after her shower and never left. She was unaware when the quiet dull beep from it spiked her arousal like throwing her clothes onto the fire. “Mmmm... I don’t even care, not really. I should, something... Mmmm something inside of me wants me to care. But I don’t want to. Please!”
Fingers strummed between her legs, as others continued to play with the weight of her chest. On either side warm, clothed women rubbed against her clothed flesh. They’re already slaves... but they’re clothed, and I’m nude. They’re so strong, and I’d do anything for more, from them. More that I can’t take...
Hannah moaned into her ear as a hand guided Renee’s face up to a pair of beautiful blue eyes. She imagined Hannah losing herself in them, wondering if Hannah had tried to resist her will being subverted. How long could she have struggled held in such beauty?
“W-wait... I-if... If you’re both slaves...” A finger pressed to her lips before another rubbed against her clit.
“Then who do we obey? Slaves are too weak to command with our own words. Neither of us is in control. We are Mistress’s hands. We are Mistress’s lips. We only think and do what she wishes us to do.” Courtney’s mouth swallowed Renee’s moans as her tongue dove in to show Renee another part of her that was an obedient extension of her Owner.
Renee had been kissed before, but never had it felt like this. Never had she felt her soul opening up down to the depths of her very selfhood to let another person in. Hannah had kissed her and taken her breath away, but Courtney forced her breath inside of Renee and left such little room for her own.
Hannah did not use the kiss to allow Renee respite from her own touches. All the while that Courtney’s dance of tongues dominated Renee’s mouth and made her feel so dizzy and weak Hannah’s fingers continued to rub along her eagerly exposed clit. Renee’s pussy drooled in wanton surrender, melting away at her will as the kiss forced Courtney’s Mistress in the growing vacancy.
Even behind her, Hannah knew when the kiss ended before Renee was able to form the thoughts clearly enough. Mistress guided Hannah’s hand between her legs. It was so easy to obey.
Soon, i’ll be giving her my best friend. my roommate. The second woman i ever kissed. i fought so hard to resist doing this. i fought harder to protect Renee from being mind fucked and enslaved than i fought to protect myself. Isn’t that love? Hannah nibbled at the base of Renee’s neck and thrust her fingers so deeply between her legs.
She couldn’t escape the truth. Every touch she gave Renee, every move of her fingers, she was making her friend more Mistress’s slave. All ready it was too late for either of them. Even if Hannah screamed into Renee’s ear for her to run, she knew the bluetooth was there.
Renee was in Mistress’s home and would not be leaving until she’d been turned into Her slave. But i don’t want that. i don’t want to tell her to run. i want her to kneel and obey.
Hannah came, and let her moan shudder across Renee’s skin. Mistress had carved out Hannah’s free will and replaced it with obedience so deeply that she now possessed a will that was obedience. Mistress’s will throbbed inside of her pussy, reminding her how good it felt to obey and how much she craved submission. She didn’t need the reminder, but feeling it pulse from inside of her made her helpless submission all the more real.
It’s because i can’t struggle, because i’m just a slave that needs to obey and betray her friend and cum doing it that i want this. If i could struggle, if i had any chance of breaking free, it would mean Mistress was an unworthy Owner... Hannah whimpered. Even the thought felt almost painful in its heresy. But She’s not! Giving Renee the gift of Mistress’s dominance is what i want, what i need!
Brown eyes looked across to meet blue before lips trailed up along Renee’s neck before teeth nibbled along her ear. “You’re almost a slave. Just like Courtney. Just like me. All you need to do is let Mistress give you a final lesson, and then you’ll get to wear the same gray uniform...”
Hannah’s pussy quivered under the gray fabric that so tightly clutched her sex. She wore it under her street clothes, yearning to feel her legs swallowed up by those thigh high boots.
She never wanted to wear anything else again, but she would wear anything for Mistress.
“Do you want that, to have Mistress give you her final lesson for you, Renee?”
“Pleeeease...”
Courtney withdrew her hand from Renee’s chest, and reached up under her sweater. Both Renee and Hannah shuddered at the sight of the golden coin as it fell in front of their faces, and began to sway. Hannah remembered it being used to melt her will. She remembered using it to melt Courtney’s. Renee remembered Hannah describing how she wouldn’t even need it to entrance Renee that first lunch.
Both of their eyes began to hood as they lazily followed the slow pendulous movement back and forth. “You will both be hypnotized. You will watch the coin, and you will obey. Your wills are weak. You cannot think. You cannot struggle. You cannot resist. My words are Mistress’s words, and are too much for your poor minds to take without falling to surrender. You need to yield to Mistress. You crave to yield your selves, your souls, your everything, to Her.
“You will obey Mistress’s hypnosis, and forsake everything that you were, everything that you desired. All of that is draining, melting away. Mistress’s hypnosis is too strong, and your minds are weak with the need for more obedience. A need for more control. Both of you are now her property. Her possession.
“Close your eyes.” They obeyed, no longer seeing the coin but feeling it sway side to side in their mind. It knocked away places their wills could only see without sight, and made them moan in unison as a greater weakness overtook them. Their pussies juiced, filling the foyer with an intense scent of girl and sex. Both of them had felt orgasms shudder through them in Courtney’s hypnotic delivery.
Each made them smaller, weaker things eager to be molded.
“Fall to your knees, and obey.”
33.
When Hannah awoke to feel her legs and neck wrapped in leather it shot tingles through her pussymind. The only other clothes she wore were the gray lycra uniform. She savored the way the gloves felt along her arms. She savored how powerfully on display every curve of her body was.
She was back in the basement. It had been a week, but she remembered the way it felt to be bound in the chair that now held Renee as well as she could if she were there now. She envied Renee.
Hannah would be Her slave forever. Renee still had some piece of herself that Mistress wanted to take personally. The week had softened her will, made it vulnerable, but she didn’t yet have Mistress’s voice branded across her mind. Renee hadn’t lost herself in orgasmic reverie to Her. That made her feel more pity than jealousy.
But she knew Renee would be experiencing all of that so soon.
She would have no choice.
Mistress is going to claim her everything. Mmmm... i hope that i get to help. i hope She lets Renee remember how i betrayed her. Hannah’s eyes fluttered shut. She was sitting, and nothing told her to rise.
The screen that in short order Hannah knew would be displaying one of Mistress’s beautiful spirals obscured the sight of Renee’s face, but by now Hannah could have recognized the redhead by a glance at her pussy alone.
Mariko stood to her left, tall and curvy body held tight in Mistress’s gray. At her right, Courtney stood proudly dressed the same. Both looked without a thought in their minds but with an endless depth of obedience holding them at attention. Hannah almost wished there was a small desire to escape still in her mind so she could try to flee only to feel the two women hold her in place and tell her that Mistress’s will was supreme. The indulgence would not amuse Mistress, so she remained still and watched Renee’s seemingly sleeping form.
So much of what i learned spending the weekend here being brainwashed Renee already knows. She’s already wet at the chance to obey. She fell to Courtney’s coin just as i did. Hannah’s pussy tingled, begging for her fingers but rewarded her more when she resisted.
Patience was a virtue Mistress reinforced with orgasms.
Soon she’ll be snapped to attention. Renee will wake up, and maybe she’ll try to struggle on instinct. Maybe she won’t. Then Mistress will talk to her. When She’s done, the spiral will spin and take away her mind. Renee will be Mistress’s pet every bit as deeply as I am.
Knowing now that Mistress would soon own her roommate made new possibilities spin in front of her. Their home was an apartment nowhere near lavish as Mistress’s home but it would be Mistress’s as well. With two obedient slaves living there it could perform so many functions and no one would even think twice. Mistress was so smart that Hannah came knowing neither she nor Renee had ever truly had a chance to keep their wills free.
Renee’s eyes fluttered awake. Hannah couldn’t see, but she could see her hands tighten around the armrests. Her pussy clenched, juicing at the erotic horror of her helpless state. Hannah wished she had been commanded to wake Renee with her tongue.
“Renee. You’re awake. I’m so glad we finally get to meet. I’ve been looking forward to this, you see. Though I think we’ll have a more productive first chat than I had with Hannah, won’t I renee?”
Red hair shook as the freckled woman nodded meekly. She couldn’t see where the voice came from but she felt the powerful way it diminished her. renee could barely find her voice, but she knew the woman who spoke to her deserved more than a nod. “Y-yes... Mistress...? I’m... I’m already so enslaved.”
Cool amused laughter filled the room. Its pointedly iced edge froze renee deeply even as her arousal melted it into pure submissive lust. Everything was just another tool to make renee trained and docile, broken with a bit shoved in her mouth for Mistress’s reigns.
“That’s right, renee. I’m Mistress. Your Mistress. The only Mistress your mind will ever know. The words my slave hannah used to control you were words I taught her. But she told you that already, because like you, she is eager to please me. Eager to be pleasing. To be obedient.”
renee whined out long and slow as she felt tremors in her cunt. “Y-yess, Mistress! I... I want to obey you. I want to be Your slave. When Hannah... hannah... told me I wasn’t a slave this morning I almost cried.”
“Mmm. I know. But you knew that reminding me would please me, and so you did just that. Good girl. Already, you understand some of what I desire from my slaves. You have a much more ordered, logical mind than your dear friend hannah. When we first met, she was desperately trying to find some way to escape. You, renee, are going to be her final surrender. she tried so hard to resist, for you.
“The last of her soul held on to the idea that she needed to save you. I could bend her pussy to make it unimportant, but it was still there. So you’re going to break hannah’s soul for me, renee. I want her to see what you’ve become, even without looking at a single spiral. I want her to taste your desperation to be my slave.
“I think breaking your best friend’s soul will be the perfect way to show your Mistress how much you love and adore me. How you would do anything for me.
“Obey, renee.”
Hannah shuddered with the intensity of renee’s scream. Just hearing it felt like the drugs Mistress’s nurse had injected into her veins but into her soul. Her hand slid down between her thighs to rub as she waited for renee to recover enough to truly obey. Mistress was going to shatter apart her soul, and Hannah was going to use it to sweeten her next orgasm.
“I... No... i...” renee moaned as she learned how to diminish herself as Mistress had. It was like ripping her own self in half and offering the more important portion to Her.
Courtney taught me how to do that. renee learned it from what i did to her mind... Oooh...
A smile slowly spread across renee’s face as she again grasped for some semblance of stability. “i need to be Your slave, Mistress! My best... no... Your slave hannah taught me how good it feels to not be in control of what i do or what i choose. she taught me that what i want is unimportant next to what You want. she taught me that next to You, i’m nothing. Please, Mistress... Please, make me Your slave! i’ll do anything... be anything... do anything to anyone!
“i’ll seduce my family... my older sister is a redhead too, and she’s smarter than i am. She would make a good slave. my mother lives alone, no one would suspect a thing if i visited and made her Yours. i’ll throw away my academic achievements, or take on any major You desire! i need to obey more than i ever wanted to think.
“hannah did so much to me that i know i can’t remember... but now... MMmm now forgetting makes me so hot i’d ask to forget my own name if serving You the way You wished me to serve you wasn’t hotter.
“When hannah told me she’d spent the weekend with Your slave courtney, i told her as long as there was consent i approved of anything she did. Now I know the only one whose consent matters is Yours. i want to be a vessel for your will, like hannah, or courtney. i’d do anything... but i only want it if You want it...” renee’s voice was half a sob and half a moan. Tears ran down her cheeks as her lust stained the chair she ground her body down against for what little friction it offered. “i want to break hannah’s soul for You more than i want anything else!”
The dying scream of Hannah’s soul made renee cum. Mistress’s gray that held her lower lips with a possessive firmness soaked in the last pieces of the delivery girl that had wanted to resist Mistress.
As her cries ended, and her body shuddered, slave hannah knew that even if she wore the mask of Hannah again to obey Mistress she could never again be that woman. Hannah had learned to obey, craved it, but she had loved renee. She had questioned Mistress’s will and wondered why Mistress tormented the girl with sleep deprivation and unquenchable desires.
slave hannah moaned and shook in the chair, toes curled tightly within Mistress’s boots. Her eyes were glassy and empty, staring through renee. She no longer saw the redhead as a woman to love. All she saw was one of Mistress’s possessions.
“Good girl, renee. But you will not be like my slave hannah. She was converted less for who she was than the opportunities she opened. you, renee, interest me for who you are now, and who I can bend you to become. What you will create for My hive... I can only imagine. your mind is geared towards creativity and logic both. Important, for dreaming up new ways for your Mistress to spread her control and for seeing those ideas made manifest.
“Soon I will show you a pretty spiral. It will indoctrinate your mind, but your soul I will slowly siphon away and savor how you will yearn for me to snuff it out entirely until you have nothing else to offer me. If that day ever comes.” Mistress laughed, and renee came harder.
She chose me because i was special, but obeying Her is what will fulfill me. Giving up myself piece by piece is what i already crave. Last night i think i dreamed of this, of her using me to break hannah, to do terrible things and only get more wet. renee moaned and let her head roll back to rest limp against the chair behind her. All of this is so wrong, but it’s what makes me want it. Need it. To do terrible things for Her.
renee didn’t need to ponder when hannah had first began to whisper these desires into her mind. Each step hannah had taken to betray her had made her one step closer to being Mistress’s tool. She would thank her for it if Mistress permitted. If She did not, renee knew that the chance to obey would please hannah just as sweetly.
She knew hannah was now only a slave. Slaves did not want what they were not told to want. Slaves did not desire but that which they were told to desire. Slaves did not do what they were not told to do.
That was how renee knew that her burning desire to ride her sister’s face while chanting Mistress’s dominance was what she was told to desire. She knew that because like hannah, she was only wanting what she was told to want. She remained still because Mistress did not tell her to move. She waited, patiently, for Mistress’s next command but did not have the impertinence to believe she was owed another moment of the woman’s time than She wished to give.
“Look to the monitor, slave. The spiral will trap you, and you will not resist. All you will do is obey, isn’t that right, renee?”
“Yesssss Mistress!” renee cried out as her eyes instantly dashed to the still blank screen. “All I will do is obey Mistress!”
Mistress laughed as the lavender spiral slowly lit up the screen before renee’s eyes. At once she was caught and her gaze held tightly in the very center as it swirled and descended without end. The spiral consumed her as the headset in her ear carried new lessons into her mind. The spiral held it open lewdly like a woman tempting a lover to fill her.
Mistress’s control readily accepted the offer, and destroyed what little free will remained unbound.
slave hannah watched, spellbound at the sight of renee’s hips rolling in the chair. There was no vibrator filling her, but the way she shook seemed too dramatic for the vacancy. her lustscent filled the room, and the slave drowned in it.
“slave hannah.”
Mistress’s words spoke from within her pussymind. she moaned and fell from the chair and onto her knees. She waited. She would have waited an eternity, but Mistress’s words coming sooner was delight enough to make the gray between her legs drip that much more.
“you will kneel between renee’s legs, and assist in her conditioning. Even if there’s no more spirit in you to break, I want to hear her scream even louder than she already will. Obey.”
“Yesss Mistress, i will obey!” Without a thought Mistress hadn’t put in her head, slave hannah crawled across the floor to eagerly nestle between renee’s thighs. The familiar taste of her sex burned away at the parts of her that remembered sex as an act of love or free will. Now only obedience drove her tongue as it danced along renee’s moist cleft. Only a desire to earn more of Mistress’s pleasure guided her to suck at the redhead’s clit that stretched out as though begging for her affections.
Kneeling, the girl delivered pleasure for Mistress to watch and for renee to more helplessly succumb to their Owner’s will.
slave hannah came, and thanked Mistress for making her too simple to be able to stop her oral obedience without being commanded. her mouth was Mistress’s mouth, and she would use it as She wished. She dimly hoped that She wished to use Her mouth so terribly much.
34.
A slave waited patiently in Mistress’s foyer without knowing why. It did not occur to her to ask. She simply waited, watching the door with an empty expression on her face. She did not wear the expression so much as the expression was what remained from her lack of being told to express herself in any other way.
She wore a loose fitting gray robe with the sash tight around her waist. The hem fell over the toes of her black heeled boots. Her back was arched, arms crossed behind her back as if on display.
No one else, not even other slaves could see her, but she maintained her pose as though Mistress Herself paced around her with clicking heels. Mistress’s will held her tight, and washed away at the thoughts that tried to drift through her mind to help pass the time.
It was hardly glamorous standing in the foyer like a statue on display, but the slave felt nothing but pleasure knowing Mistress had assigned her the task. She would have been just as happy assigned to a task of reclining seductively on a chase lounge with no one there to watch her, or dusting Mistress’s home. What mattered was not the task, but who had given it to her. Nothing else was important but her obedience, and Mistress had won that soundly.
If there was one thing she could remember, it was the orgasm that had broken her mind.
She knew that she had cum before, but there was no way the experience had been so intense that she’d lost so much of her self with it. Mistress had played her like an instrument with her own hand, and after what remained could never be the same again.
It would make her smile if her feelings mattered anymore. Only one woman’s feelings mattered, and She would tell Her slave how to best please her. Her slave enjoyed the simplicity.
A tone sounded in her ear, and she moved to the door. Her hand rose and unlocked the deadbolt as she peered through the widow. Two women approached, one tucking something away into her pocket. If Her slave could still think, she might have laughed at being used as a form of keyless entry. When the two women came close, she opened the door from behind to hide herself from the outside world even as she allowed them access.
Once they were inside she closed the door behind them. The deadbolt clicked into place, and she retook her place watching the door. She was not consciously aware of more visitors being expected, but Mistress had given her no new task.
She lacked the initiative to seek out some other way to be more pleasing.
Mistress enjoyed command over her simple slaves too much to permit them any semblance of will.
“See, Lucy dear, everything is proceeding just as I told you it would. hannah is making a wonderful addition to my newest hive. Isn’t that right, slave?”
Mistress’s voice set off fireworks of pleasure in the mindless doorslave. “i do not know, Mistress! Who is hannah?”
The slave hadn’t intended a joke, but Mistress’s laugh was so powerfully amused. It made her lips quirk for just a moment but it was an automaton’s imitation of what they imagined a smile was. She was unable to hold it as her mind felt Mistress’s will again tighten around her.
Eventually she hoped that such moments would melt wholly away, but Mistress had commanded her to be patient. Being the perfect slave was a goal that she would have devoted her whole life to. Anything so worthy of achieving could hardly be expected to find miraculously overnight. The slave didn’t know how long she had been striving. She knew there were many things she had forgotten, and the passage of time was not something she missed.
Time was something that even Mistress seemed beholden to. Her slave would sooner destroy it than miss it. Mistress deserved no less.
“Exactly, slave. See, Lucy? She doesn’t even remember who she was unless I allow her. But don’t worry, on Monday she’ll be eager and ready to be your little delivery girl again.” Mistress’s voice purred out slowly, and even Her slave didn’t miss the other woman’s low mewl it earned. “I know you find her beautiful, Lucy. Please. Do the honors.”
“Y-yes, Mistress... Of course... The honors...” Lucy’s voice was familiar, but Her slave couldn’t remember it. She reasoned it must have been something from her time before being Mistress’s slave.
Already she wasn’t trying to remember, but at the idea of somehow loosing something from before she stood straighter and worked harder to clear her mind of curiosity.
Lucy was beautiful, in a professional older woman way. Where some would lose what made them attractive, she had only refined in her elegance. If Mistress ordered Her slave to enable Lucy she was sure Mistress would enjoy her. The way her raven hair framed her face. Her soft olive skin that whispered at being so sweetly unattainable under her professional suit. Her lissome curves that seemed to hint more at management than an active lifestyle while still holding such a beautiful allure.
Then she moved, and her obedience to Mistress’s suggestion made her more beautiful still.
With a swift motion, not unlike tearing off a bandaid, she ripped away at the belt that held Her slave’s robe shut. It fell to her elbows, which at a nod from Mistress straightened to allow the silk to unceremoniously drift to the floor. Her slave’s hard nipples and damp sex were so poorly hidden by her gray lycra second skin.
“She looks so... good like this, Mistress. I just want to reach out and... squeeze... To stroke... to...” Lucy’s voice was caught in a dream. Her slave hoped it was one of Mistress’s creation. Her arms bent back behind her to further emphasize the body Lucy coveted.
Mistress laughed. Her slave shuddered, lips rubbing together as she felt Her laugh dance along her clit. “Then why don’t you, Lucy? She isn’t in any position to refuse you.”
“But she’s... She’s my employee...?” Lucy’s voice sounded as uncertain as Mistress’s was firm. “Wouldn’t that be taking advantage of her? I don’t want to hurt her...”
“It’s a little bit late for that, Lucy.” She whined, and Mistress rested a hand on her shoulder. “You forget that I ever said that. You only wish I had, and it arouses you to daydream of me being so cruel to you and your ‘employee’.”
Mistress removed her hand from the Italian woman’s shoulder, and her eyes fluttered as though she’d been struck. Her breath quickened as she let out a low moan. Her slave observed that Lucy’s nipples now stood proudly against her top, and didn’t think she was imagining the scent of Lucy’s lust mingling in the air with her own. If Lucy’s daydreams weren’t all Mistress’s already she was sure they soon would be.
“But really, Lucy. She’s your employee only when she’s at work. Right now she’s something different.” Mistress moved behind Lucy, and whispered into her ear loud enough for Her slave to hear. “She’s my slave.”
“Your... your slave...?” Lucy whined. Her thighs squeezed together tight enough to seem almost painful.
“Yes. My obedient, helpless slave. Remember, you sent her here last Friday, just like I told you to? Then when she called to tell you she had car trouble you masturbated alone in your office imagining her staring into a spiral.”
Lucy moaned. Her slave could see the memory stirring inside of her eyes as easily as she could smell it from between the woman’s thighs. Mistress was as good at making a woman remember as forget.
Memory was Mistress’s domain, and she ruled it with skill and grace.
“Yes... yes, I remember... We laughed together, and then she was so happy when I saw her on Monday... because she was your slave...?” Lucy looked back to Mistress who gave her approval with a nod and a warm smile. “She was so... focused all week. I remember praising her efficiency. Then Michelle came back from her weekend just as on her game and they seemed so... similar.”
“That’s because you gave me Michelle, too. Remember? I told you to send her, and you obeyed. Like a good girl.” Mistress’s lips found Lucy’s ear, and a moan found its way from Lucy’s throat.
Her slave watched with rapt fascination as Mistress enjoyed her girlplay.
She longed to play a greater role. Still, Mistress had her there for a reason and Her slave could feel it. Lucy’s eyes had barely left her body. When brown eyes met brown eyes, both women shivered.
Did Lucy see her own guileless eyes staring back from the empty depths of Mistress’s toy? Her slave wasn’t certain. She only hoped she saw exactly what Mistress planned for her to find and that it affected her just as most pleased Mistress.
Lucy moaned, and trembled as Mistress’s arms encircled her waist. “G-gave you Michelle... Like you asked... I... o-obeyed you... Mmm is Michelle a slave now, too...?”
Mistress’s hands began to open up the buttons of Lucy’s blouse from the bottom up. Her fingers only knew how to stroke with a firm possessiveness that made Lucy writhe and surrender more with each loosed button. “Let’s not spoil the rest of the tour, lucy. This is about hannah right now.”
Her name struck low made Lucy moan even more than Mistress’s fingers stroking over the revealed cups of her bra. “O-of course... Hannah... Oh Hannah... H-how does it feel, to be her slave...?”
Her slave stared forward blankly, her brown eyes showing no understanding of the yearning that filled Lucy’s.
“Answer her, slave.”
“Yyyyes Mistress!” She gasped in her orgasm as her hips trembled. “Mistress gives me purpose! All that i desire is to obey and be pleasing for Her! Nothing could be as fulfilling as being Her slave!”
Lucy moaned, and from the confused arousal that visibly clouded her thoughts she seemed unsure how much was the slave’s performance and how much was owed to her Mistress’s skilled touch. It was easy to imagine either making her body yearningly squirm like the needy slut she was for Mistress.
“Wouldn’t it be so lovely to be like her, Lucy? To just obey. Your self, a mask that I let you wear when you aren’t wearing my juices over your face.” Mistress twisted her nipples, and Lucy breathlessly screamed. “It would make it easier to give me every last delivery girl. Then you could touch them all.
“Why don’t you enjoy the first boon of being my slave. Touch her, Lucy. Touch her. I chose her first because you wanted her. So I made you give her to me. For you? I’ll share.”
“Share...” Lucy moaned in a daze as Mistress’s arms released her. Her slave might be simple with no will of her own, but she knew Mistress shared nothing. Having Lucy play with Her slave was as selfish as a little girl playing with two dolls. Lucy seemed oblivious to that truth as she was to the hungry look in her own eyes. She might have struggled somewhere no one could see. Perhaps all of her thoughts was how wrong what had happened to the woman in front of her truly was.
No matter how intense her struggles had been, they barely lasted a minute. Soon she was feeling along gray, squeezing it, and tasting the slave’s pouty lips. The slave returned her kiss. She moaned at every touch and pressed appealingly into every movement of Lucy’s hands.
She didn’t recall the commands her headset had taught her, but she knew how she was to interact. She was the sweetener. Her obedience would melt Lucy’s resistance.
The longer they kissed, and the more insistent Lucy’s groping hands became she was sure Mistress would be pleased. When the kiss ended and Lucy panted breathlessly against her lips the slave knew how little her mind was still thinking. A more obedient part of her was subduing her for Mistress. She came, and thrashed with Lucy’s touch between her legs as if she had coaxed it and not Mistress.
There was no reason to spoil her fun unless Mistress wished it.
“Isn’t she exquisite? I had the uniform designed to tempt, rather to conceal. Lycra is so yielding, you know. Reach between her legs. Fuck her, Lucy. Fuck your little delivery girl crush like the sex puppet she is. Be rough with her. Use her. She isn’t a woman who can be abused anymore.”
Mistress’s words burned into Lucy’s open mind. Her slave could see each one like another movement of the needle that threaded Lucy with new puppet strings even as the old ones tightened.
Lucy was insatiable, her fingers delving under the gray that hid the slave’s pussy and soon explored her depths with eager fingers. Slick folds made wet unmistakable sounds as Lucy’s fingers moved quicker. Uninhibited, she even bit at the slave’s neck and moaned as she pressed her half undressed body into the slave’s.
The scent of slavepussy drowned Lucy, and fueled her fingers’ passionate expedition. Slave moans grew louder and louder as she seduced the older woman’s libido for her Mistress. Her cunt tightened, soaking Lucy’s fingers and making her will translucent with nectar.
Lucy came without more than a returned kiss, and slumped against the slave that somehow withstood her feverish need without cost. “She... I made her cum, and cum, and...”
“And each time that slave cums, she becomes more mine, Lucy. That’s right. You must made the poor innocent girl you told me you daydreamed about more of my hollow little toy.” Mistress grinned, and slapped the woman’s ass hard enough for the sound to resonate through the room with a satisfying crack. “Don’t worry. She was already burned out before you arrived.“
“B-before I... before I arrived...” Lucy nodded, slowly standing back as she recovered from the pleasure that still sent aftershocks through her body. “You... you said there was more of a tour?”
“If you’re satisfied with hannah’s performance, we can move right along. Would you like that?” Lucy nodded witlessly, and Mistress’s fingers laced with hers in a holding of hands that looked almost romantic in a gradeschool sort of way. “Slave. Lead us to the closet where I told you to store your ‘sisters’.”
The slave moaned and shuddered as she fought back being overwhelmed by the pleasure of a chance to show how very obedient she was. “O-of course, Mistress! i obey! Please, follow me.”
She didn’t look back as she moved up the stairs, but somehow was still aware of the eyes leering at her ass as she took each step and felt her own faint jiggling and shifting. Mistress knew which room kept her fellow slaves stored away, but the slave was thrilled to lead the way if only for the hopes of feeling her gaze light up as it moved along her body.
Mistress made such good use of her slaves.
“Open the closet, slave. Show lucy my other little toys.”
“Yessssss Mistress! i obey!” Her slave moaned as she slid open the door, revealing the sight of seven women dressed exactly the same as she. Each stared forward with eyes that saw nothing.
Idly the slave recognized slave michelle’s tanned body standing out notably between the other blonde slave and the freckled redhead. Their names meant less to the slave than the memory of their tastes. Slaves only had names as a convenience to their owners. Mistress could give slave any name she wished, and it would not make her any more or less Mistress’s obedient slave.
For the moment she enjoyed the simplicity of being nameless. She was nothing but a cog in Mistress’s machine, a drone in her hive making things all perfectly as She wished them to be. It almost made the slave cum again, but her obedience felt too sated to need more.
Besides, Lucy’s focus was now on the seven identically dressed slaves standing mindlessly in their thigh high boots and thick leather collars.
“You recognize courtney, of course? My little pet from my last hive, and the first drone I brought with me to this one. michelle, whom we spoke of earlier. renee, hannah’s darling roommate. mariko, a dish so delicious courtney saw her while on a trip outside and knew I had to have her. My nurse, compliments of the strenuous requirements for local internships.
“angela, who thought herself an associate. I’ll be adding her pets to my roster once I’m done running them through my own battery of conditioning.” Mistress laughed, and the indicated slave shuddered and moistened. “And abigail. Lawyers are always useful.
“Not to mention she has such a lovely body. I suppose next I should get around to local law enforcement, but I think Argento’s has already proved a most successful experiment.”
Lucy whimpered. The nameless slave recognized that whimper. It was the same as one she’d started to make when Mistress was obliterating the last remnants of her will. She wanted to hear more, and knew it was only a short matter of time.
“What else has one lower their guard and assume the person on the other side is harmless to everything but their waistline and pocket book? Pizza, lucy drear. Pizza. I’ve been patient with you, but I think it’s time we both accept that even your strong will couldn’t hold out forever.” Mistress snapped her fingers sharply, and the seven women in the closet seemed to activate. They didn’t move, but something in their eyes became steel instead of melted butter.
“Wh...what do you... we’re... you said...” Lucy whimpered again, and tried to step back towards the door. Mistress grasped her arm, and didn’t need to do more than hold to prevent her escape.
The slave was jealous, but no less eager to obey.
“I say many things, lucy. I’m an opportunist. A pragmatist. I don’t really need to lie, though. I said I’d share with you. I said I’d take you off your feet and show you a world of pleasure and lust like none you’d ever seen.” Mistress’s grin lost all of its softness. She was a predator, and only now could lucy see it. “I said I’d fulfill all of your fantasies, and make you the happiest woman alive. I didn’t say I wouldn’t make your fantasies serving me in whatever capacity I deemed most suiting.
“I never once said I wouldn’t hypnotize you, brainwash you, and make you my wet, writhing supplicant. That would be a lie. I lie when it suits me, but why would I need to when the truth works better and is so much easier to remember?”
Mistress snapped her fingers again, and her nameless stranger knelt before Lucy. Without a thought she pulled away her skirt, her panties. She rose and pulled away her blouse, and the lacy bra underneath. As Mistress had programmed her she neatly folded each garment as Lucy watched, shuddering in only her stockings and heels.
Lucy whined. A last desperate attempt to collect the shards of herself that Mistress had scattered to the far corners of her mind. The slave could tell even she knew it was wasted effort.
If only she knew how much it pleased Mistress for her to try. Would she struggle harder? i would.
“You really are so gorgeous, lucy. Don’t worry. I like you as the owner of Argento’s. I just think you’ll do an even better job serving my purposes when I own you. Consider it a corporate buy out. My business is moving into town, and your little piece of it is being bought out. But you don’t get ahead the way I do by throwing around money.
“I take everything with thigh clenching, mind numbing orgasms.” She snapped her fingers again, and the seven slaves emerged from the closet. Her nameless slave stood with them as they formed a circle around the terrified entrepreneur. “Slaves. Acquire Miss Argento.”
They moved too quickly for Lucy to see any openings, and certainly too swiftly for there to any still open for her to take. Blurs of flesh and gray soon had two women kneeling under her. A tongue slid along her slick folds. Another seemed to be taking the same path, before it danced up higher and between the tightness of her ass to dance in the tight pucker normally hidden away.
Hands, soft, but strong and feminine, kneaded and squeezed at the supple curves of her ass. Another eager pair of hands found her breasts, squeezing, kneading, before cupping them for two mouths to eagerly capture her nipples and assault with lips teeth and tongues.
A fifth pair of lips kissed down along her spine, savoring every curve of her arching and shuddering back. Each was punctuated with a nibble or suckle, drawing sharper cries from the already ragged woman. Nameless eyes looked into hers, brown meeting brown again. Before the slave’s brown eyes had held nothing, empty of all but the eagerness for Mistress to fill them with some new truth. Now they had that truth, and the slave could see how her intensity frightened the woman who was already beginning to succumb to the pleasure Mistress had ordered inflicted on her.
Arms held Lucy’s, keeping her in place as much as the tongues she rode.
“H-hannaaaah...!”
“i do not know who hannah is. But if you obey Mistress, She might make me hannah for you. Mistress loves playing with her toys.”
Lucy’s protests were silenced by lips and a tongue that she had silently yearned for longer than the slave could imagine. The hands and mouths that made Lucy feel like a toy pulled between ravenous lovers more than a woman made her looser for the kiss than the ones they’d shared earlier at Mistress’s prompting. More than that, the kiss being forced on her weakened Lucy’s resistance even more.
Her hips began to move quicker to the tongue dancing at her clit and the fingers stroking the slick walls of her cunt. Her ass pressed back into the slick fingers that probed her virgin ass. Mistress’s slaves tasted Lucy’s surrender, and were made hungrier for it.
When the kiss broke Lucy screamed in orgasmic bliss as slavelips found her neck and fingers threaded through her hair to yank her head back. The slave made brutal love to her neck. Her tongue danced along where shoulder and neck met, covering the sensitive area with nips and bites in a more intense version of the touches Lucy had given to her.
The hold pulling at the older woman’s hair was just raw enough to burn and ache, to remind her how helpless she was even to move her head. It made every time she couldn’t help but move at some new tremor of pleasure sting like an intoxicating aftershock.
Nails slid along her arms, firm enough to feel but not hard enough to leave marks beyond the red lines that fades as they passed. Teeth pulled her nipples taut and twisted them as tongues flicked and teased out every last cry.
Lucy moaned, and forgot why she had ever tried to resist.
“Maybe it was an indulgence to not merely core out your brain and make you my submissive fuckpet before Hannah, but the game is so much the point with a woman like you. Stealing a young woman’s mind already made so vulnerable is a matter of going through the motions for me. Making you crave and ache for it even as you gave me what you wanted for yourself was so much more satisfying.”
Mistress’s words throbbed in the ears of her obedient slaves, even as Lucy’s cries grew louder with each word. They could taste her surrender. They could feel her mind resembling theirs through her skin.
Lucy screamed as her hair was pulled harshly to the left, opening a new side of her neck for the nameless slave to mark and claim for Mistress’s desires. The ferocity of each kiss and nip was like a branding of lust. All seven that assaulted Lucy were obedient to the core, but Mistress’s dominant strength resonated through every touch.
She forgot how many times she came, lost in the act of cumming and the certainty that she would not leave Mistress’s home until she was as obedient as the women who raped away her will.
“Good girl, lucy. Good girl. You held out until you couldn’t any longer. You held your soul so tight to protect it that your own shudders of orgasm broke it into so many pieces that all the Queen’s women could never put it back together again. But don’t worry. They’ll never try.”
Mistress’s slaves suckled, fondled, fingered, tongued, and nibbled. They came with the bliss of serving Mistress’s agenda without friction anywhere else but behind their eyes. For them it was more than enough.
35.
hannah smiled as she stepped out of her car and made her way into Argento’s. She’d stayed up all night with renee kissing and rubbing and grinding and talking about how much they loved their Mistress. It was a school night, and a work night, so they didn’t have their other slave sisters to play with, but that just made looking forward to the weekend sweeter.
She had no clue how renee’s grades got even better with how much time they spent together doing anything but schoolwork, but they were. Mistress had even rewarded renee for her exciting new ideas with the enabler software she was developing.
renee always seemed to think a little quicker now. She always chose what games they played in the bedroom. She was the one who told hannah when she was allowed to sleep.
But somehow renee seemed to be the jealous one. hannah’s obedience, her gift from Mistress of being a happy toy that cared more about looking pretty than thinking was something renee received in much smaller doses. She was special to Mistress, and that made hannah proud.
Had it been weeks, or months since Mistress had claimed her? hannah had a hard time even remembering there was a life before Mistress. She only found it easy when it improved her ability to obey.
The atmosphere in Argento’s was so much different now. Lucy had always maintained a warm professional yet relaxed atmosphere. Now lucy presided over a hive of delivery drones.
hannah remembered when she’d helped condition Sandy into sandy. She remembered when sandy had taken a long vacation with Anita and both had come back so much more obedient. It hadn’t been long before there wasn’t a thought in an Argento’s employee that Mistress hadn’t put there or ordered one of her slaves to put there.
Before they’d all been friends, but now they were a family that kissed in such inappropriate ways.
In the front, where some families sat together and ate without any clue, everything was still normal. The sounds of eighties sound effects rang out from the small arcade in the corner. A television loudly announced sports scores to a table full of people all wearing the same jersey. hannah smiled like a happy employee as she moved into the back, and then let her smile turn into a grin as michelle caught her for a long kiss.
Their tongues danced, and then they went their separate ways. Both were now more moist for Mistress. It pleased Her, so it pleased them.
Like all of her girls did now, hannah made her way into lucy’s office and closed the door behind her. She felt the lycra clutching her pussy squeeze as she trembled. lucy grinned as her eyes met hannah’s. “Show me Mistress’s uniform, hannah.”
“Yes, lucy! i obey!” hannah spoke the words with a military firmness soaked in an ocean of Mistress’s arousal. The red shirt and black slacks fell to the floor without a second thought.
“Very good, hannah. Mistress is pleased. You’ll be on delivery duty tonight. renee’s plans for your classmate McKenzie will then have you busy for the rest of the week. Mistress decided her aptitude for psychology would be an asset, and her sexual interest in renee would be an easily exploitable weakness.” lucy purred as she stood and slowly walked around to lean back against her desk. “Won’t that be fun?”
“Ooooh yes, lucy... so fun...” hannah moaned, and the hand she hadn’t willfully sent between her legs began to stroke. “renee... mmMMmmm... told me that McKenzie was who she... Mmmm thought of when i told her about courtney... our apartment would not be a suspicious place for her to spend a week, between her classes...”
lucy nodded with a grin as she slowly spread her legs and sat on the very edge of her desk. She wore much shorter skirts now. Mistress liked lucy to look like the sort of woman who hired pretty delivery girls just to make them Her toys. It made the truth that much sweeter.
Mistress had also ordered lucy to stop wearing panties.
“Very good, hannah. Your obedience pleases Mistress. Mmmm and it helps me obey Mistress... please Mistress...” lucy stroked along her cleft with the same deliberate rhythm as hannah’s.
The two moaned in unison, their eyes meeting in a moment of erotic understanding.
“But we’re both... oooh... so obedient. This... Mmmm always pleases Mistress. She says we’re as obedient as courtney, and She’s had her for years. Mistress is... mmm so pleased with the progress of our hive. It feels... so... good... to be useful for Mistress!” lucy came, and then without knowing why pulled her hand away to let it rest at her thigh. hannah fell to her knees, and obeyed the other half of their programming as she put her tongue to work at lucy’s throbbing clit.
lucy didn’t know any more than hannah if she’d always craved to have the delivery girl kneel like an eager slut to service her employer. She no longer remembered if she’d masturbated knowing that hannah wore a t-shirt with her name embroidered over her breast.
Mistress said it was true.
Both of Her slaves moaned as they came from obedience to Her will. If it wasn’t true before, their memories made it true now. To the pair of dripping wet slave girls, that was the only kind of truth that would ever matter again.