Primed Education: Part 1
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It was mid-August and the first day of school had finally arrived. Emma could feel the knots squirming around in her stomach as the van pulled into the parking lot of the Black Forest School. The sweet six-year-old tugged uncomfortably at the hem of her skirt. She had no idea she could feel so many conflicting emotions at once. Excitement was rolling around in there somewhere but it was difficult to pull out of the mess of nervousness, hope and fear that seemed to be coiled around her tummy. Her mother looked back and smiled but it didn’t make Emma feel any better.
“I’m so proud of you,” her mom assured her, reaching back to pat Emma on the knee. “You’re a first grader now and growing up so fast. Soon I won’t be able to call you my little girl anymore.”
Emma faked the best smile she could and tried to focus on the positives. She had started at Black Forest when she was just three and had made plenty of friends, but now that she was starting first grade so much was changing. She’d be moving to a new class with a new teacher and she’d be leaving her younger friends behind. At least her best friend Chloe would be there and from what she said, Dr. Marshal was a really great teacher. Emma hoped that was true because Dr. Marshal would be the only boy she was going to see for a while since the classes were separated now. The scratchy white uniform shirt and the cumbersome scarlet skirt didn’t help much either. Emma pulled at the hem again. She was never going to get used to that thing.
“Emma!” came a shout as the automatic door slid open. Down the breezeway bounced a brilliant red ball of fluff that made all those knots unravel. Fumbling around to unlock her seatbelt, Emma really smiled for the first time that day as Chloe came screeching to a halt. “I was going to wait for you but I got too excited,” she panted, trying to catch her breath. “Dr. Marshal even waited with me so I could stay outside.”
Emma wrapped her arms around her friend, the one constant she had in this sea of change. First grade was going to be great because she was finally back with Chloe again. Emma was just glad that the school arranged classes in three year blocks. Now she would have another two years with best friend. Emma felt Chloe’s hand run comfortably down her silky brunette braid as she looked past her friend’s fiery curls to see the man she could only assume was Dr. Marshal striding calmly down the breezeway.
“Hello all,” he greeted with a comforting smile and a wave. “I see we all got here safely.” He offered his hand through the open driver’s side window. “I’m Dr. Marshal.”
“Grace Hamilton,” Emma’s mother replied, accepting the gesture. “It looks like you’ve already heard about Emma.”
“Chloe has been rather vocal about your daughter, Ms. Hamilton. All wonderful things, I assure you. As I’m sure you know, our policy is for students to wait in their classrooms before school but when our class President told me today was her best friend’s first day in my class, I simply to make sure Ms. Paget could be here.”
“Well I’m glad you did,” Grace replied. “This is the happiest I’ve seen her all day.”
“Unfortunately, I must cut this introduction short. My room is all the way at the other end of the campus and we have…” he checked his watch, “three minutes to get there. Emma, Chloe, say goodbye to mom because we do have to run.” Two sets of little arms wrapped around Grace Hamilton’s neck before both girls darted down the breezeway and into the school.
Black Forest wasn’t a large school, at least as far as the number of students in each grade, but was unique because it was designed to take children all the way through the educational experience. Each section was comprised of three years and had its own area of the campus. The sexes were separated and each section had classes of fifteen to twenty students each. With all three years being taught together in each classroom, the professors had a better opportunity to teach a more flexible, well-rounded curriculum. Despite its size, Black Forest produced graduates who could excel in college and in life, many of whom returned home to become leaders of the community.
Dr. Marshal strode into his classroom in the wake of the two giggling little girls. He watched Emma and Chloe take the two remaining seats at the front, right across the aisle from one another. Emma seemed a bit disappointed that her desk was just a bit further from Chloe’s than it was from the other first graders’ but each group of six desks were clustered together with wide aisles in between. No one seemed to take it personally and Dr. Marshal had already begun writing something on the whiteboard.
“My name is Dr. Eric Marshal,” he announced, underlining his name. “I’m a doctor because I went to school for a very long time and worked very hard so I could have those two little letters in front of my name. I like them very much so please remember that it’s Doctor Marshal and not Mister Marshal. Now, who can tell me what being a doctor means?” All the hands in the first grade desks shot up. The others knew this part of this of the class was not for them. “Ms. Cooper,” he called on the mocha-skinned girl on Emma’s left.
“Doctors make you better when you’re sick,” she declared proudly.
“Some doctors do, but that isn’t what makes me a doctor.” He wrote something else on the board, something long and complicated that he again underlined for emphasis. “Cognitive neuroscience,” he read, “that’s what I’m a doctor of and I work here with healthy children instead of sick people in a hospital. What makes me a doctor is that I know a lot of stuff other people don’t know. Medical doctors make sick people better because they know how to heal them. I make you better by figuring out how you learn so you can learn really fast instead of really slow. We have different jobs and know different stuff but we are all doctors. Understand?”
Lizzy sunk into her chair, a sight Emma had never seen before. In kindergarten, Lizzy Cooper could not be stopped. She was mean, uppity and an all-around terror when a teacher wasn’t looking. She and Emma hated each other all last year and Emma couldn’t help but take a little perverse joy in the deep rouge that crept across Lizzy’s face. She was so busy trying to hide her glee that she almost didn’t catch the professor resuming his lecture.
“That’s why your desks in this class are going to be a little different from last year,” he continued, pushing a button on his desk. Emma nearly leapt out of her chair as the desktop whirred to life, a screen protruding upward and flipping on a bright white light. From the sound of it, the other first graders were similarly startled by the change. “Everyone just calm down. They’re just computers, like phones and tablets. You won’t be given books for my class and all your assignments will go through these. Now, on the baskets on the sides are headphones that will block sounds when you need to focus. In a moment, you’re all going to take a test. There are no right or wrong answers, just some pictures. A picture will come on screen and you’ll hear a word. If you think that word describes the picture, you’ll press the green button. If not, you’ll press the red button. If you don’t know what the word means, press the yellow button. This will tell me how you think so I can see how you learn. Understand?” Six bobbing heads indicated yes. “Wonderful. Put your headphones on and we’ll begin.”
Emma did as she was told. She was nervous about taking a test on her first day but it seemed easy enough. A low buzz from the headphones was all she could hear at first but the screen flashed and a picture of a family came up followed by the word happy. They were all smiling so she pressed green. Another flash and the picture changed to a man holding a baby girl. Safe was the word and Emma agreed so green. The flashes kept the pictures and words coming and Emma kept pressing buttons. She was aware that the others were doing the same but the pictures came too quickly to really look away. She knew that Dr. Marshal had turned his attention to the rest of the class and caught him pacing now and then out of the corner of her eye but the headphones cancelled out any other noise so she could focus on the task at hand.
Dr. Marshal took a moment to savor the sight of his six new girls. Their heads were down and even though it would never occur to them to look up, he loved knowing that there was no reversing what was happening. Subliminal priming would be the first exercise of everyday for the next month, the pictures hidden in those flashes of light and the whispers behind the white noise would mold those girls into willing subjects. By October, each would be spilling her secrets to him, showing him exactly how to press their buttons and make them what they were meant to be. He tore his lingering gaze from Emma and her classmates to have it fall on Chloe, his shining star.
Chloe was the only member of the class who would ever dare to look Dr. Marshal directly in the eye. She had been the rebellious one and fought her conditioning through until November of the year before. Eric spent many sleepless nights trying to figure out what was wrong with her before he finally figured it out: She had a dominant personality. It was rare in someone so young but it just wasn’t her natural state to submit or conform. Looking back now, the rosy haze of nostalgia made it all seem worth it and with his guidance (and absolute control) Chloe represented the pinnacle of his work. She didn’t submit to him because she was weak but because it was the only way she could be what she truly was and she loved him for that. The haughty seven-year-old returned his gaze and grinned mischievously.
“I see your friend shares some of your sadistic side,” Eric commented, his voice and demeanor viscerally changing. All the pleasant posturing was gone and his stormy grey eyes penetrated Chloe to her core, a sensation she had come to enjoy. He seemed to grow half a foot in height and his brown suit suddenly fit him perfectly. His immaculately combed mousy brown hair was now slightly mussed and his confident smirk made the upper two grades quiver with lust. Chloe worshipped the dark, magnetic creature that had finally peered from behind its mask.
“Lizzy is a brat,” the bright beauty explained, bunching up her skirt to reveal she was already slick. “As soon as I wasn’t there to keep her in line, she tortured poor Emma out of spite. I can’t wait to have my foot on her neck.” She wanted to touch herself so badly at that thought but she didn’t have permission. She knew she could. She wasn’t some empty little toy like the rest of them but she had given herself to Master and their love wouldn’t mean anything if she disobeyed.
“She’s not yours to have,” Eric corrected, eliciting a scowl from behind her light dusting of freckles. “She hurt Emma and Emma wants to hurt her back. I know you want to protect her, but all of you are mine and Emma won’t get any pleasure if you let that little hole of yours get in the way of your good sense. Speaking of which, Destiny, cool Chloe off before the rest of the class starts to smell her.”
Bleach blonde and missing a front tooth, Destiny bowed her head with a “Yes, Master” and sank to her knees. She’d just turned eight two days before and her conditioning would see to it that school, or anything that required thinking, would be far above her skillset. Eric wasn’t really a fan of the bimbo fetish but it wasn’t much of leap to begin with and Chloe liked making the girl’s mind go pop between her legs. As Destiny slid her tongue between her Mistress’ thighs, Chloe imagined her friend finally standing up for herself.
“You know Master,” Chloe grunted through her arousal, “this one will need a good home soon. She’s already such a good girl. Could you please convince our parents to make her my new teddy?” Eric grinned at the thought. The girls were highly enjoyable, sweet Chloe above all, but nothing was more satisfying than watching all those parents looking on dumbly as he shaped their daughters into his perfect little playthings. Perhaps Chloe was right. A parent-teacher conference may be in order.
“Focus on the task at hand,” he commanded.
“Yes, Master,” she replied blankly, the trigger bringing all her attention back to him until she couldn’t even feel her favorite toy. “I hate it when you do that.”
“If we take a closer look at the brat, we can see right through those little cotton panties. It isn’t just Emma who enjoys her humiliation. I think she does too. Revenge is nice and all, but I much prefer everyone find their natural place. They become so much happier when they do, don’t they Destiny?”
“Yes, Master,” Destiny giggled before returning to her happy place.
“Let’s see what’s lurking around in the other four, shall we?” The doctor pulled out a stack of files each containing observations from the previous section. The rest of the staff each had their own preferences and talents but they all knew a close eye needed to be kept if the school’s secondary purpose was to remain secret. “It seems we already have some experience in this group. A Ms. Jasmine Brewer has already had some sessions to deal with her more explicit memories. From what this says, her father started work on her two years ago.”
“Impatient, isn’t he?” Chloe cooed, stroking Destiny’s hair.
“He’s one of the largest contributors to our discretionary fund. It seems he requested Ms. Valentine’s assistance installing a trigger. We’ll have to take a look behind that wall at some point.”
“You won’t have to, Master,” came a timid reply from a dark-skinned third grader in the front row. Chloe looked appalled that her conversation had become a forum but Eric’s hand stayed her wrath. She would have to file it away for later punishment.
“What do you mean, Misha?” he asked, causing her to avert her eyes.
“She’s my cousin, Sir. I know what her father is doing because he did it to me first.”
“And why is this the first I’m hearing about it?”
“Because he stopped when Jasmine turned four, Sir. I haven’t been with him since I started here. You are my only Master and I am here to serve you. I can tell you about it, if that’s what you want, Sir.”
“There’s no need, but thank you for coming forward. I know you didn’t think it was important and weren’t trying to hide anything from me so relax.”
Eric saw Misha tense then try to shake it off. Perhaps he was letting Chloe run a little too wild in the punishment department. He stepped out and turned his attention to the girl behind Misha. He cupped her chin in his hand and brought her gaze up to meet his. He really loved that look of worshipful obedience peeking out behind those golden strands of hair.
“Dasha, your girlfriend just did very well for me. I want her to feel the best she’s ever felt so, do you remember our dinner parties last year?” A slow nod was her only response. “I want you to show Misha what my wife taught you, okay?” Dasha visibly shook as she began unbuttoning her shirt. She had waited so long to tell Misha what Master did to her at those parties and now she had a free pass to cum through the whole experience. As she felt the rough carpet rub against her knees, Dasha was in heaven and she knew the love of her life was about to join her.
“They really are made for each other,” Chloe commented, inserting herself back into the conversation. “You’re going to have to shampoo that corner again.”
“I can live with that,” Eric sighed, watching Misha awkward straddling her girlfriend’s face. “Besides, you can have them do it. You’re training them for service after all. Have them dress up, stay late and clean. That’s the harshest I expect you to be on her.”
“Yes, Sir,” Chloe frowned, pushing Destiny away.
“Done already?”
“She’s sweet but I don’t really have any good ones unless you’re inside me. Besides, you killed the mood when you said I couldn’t have my way with that one. If I’m going to be stuck here watching Mrs. and Mrs. Maid, you’re going to have to deal with Mr. Brewer alone. I know how much you hate sharing.”
“I’ll make it up to you,” Eric assured her. Chloe fought to contain a beaming smile because if nothing else, she knew Master’s word was as good as gold. “I’ve sent the other files to your desk so you can look them over and I’ll keep Jasmine so we can talk while the girls clean. Then we can make a night of dealing with Mr. Brewer.” He looked at his watch. “The test is almost done so all of you finish up and get dressed. Your individual assignments will be on your desks by the time you’re all back to them.”
“The test is over,” said the voice over the headphones. “Please remove your headphones and return your attention to the board.”
Emma rubbed her eyes. She wasn’t sure how long she had been staring at that screen but her eyes burned a little as she looked up. There stood Dr. Marshal, checking his watch. Emma looked around for a clock but there wasn’t one. She’d ask her mom to buy her a watch when she got home. She saw her other classmates coming out of their stupor as well and looked over to see Chloe had joined the rest of the other two years in what looked to be a reading assignment.
“Lunch is in an hour, everyone,” Dr. Marshal informed them. “All of you are from Ms. Valentine’s Section 1 class so I assume you all know each other.” Nods all around. “Good. So the results of that test should be in to me by the end of the day and we can get started on the real work tomorrow.” Pressing a button on his desk, he leaned down to speak into a small microphone that he’d dressed up to look like a plant. “I’ll be taking our new additions out to recess while the rest of you finish your summer assignments. I’m leaving Ms. Paget in charge so I expect a glowing report when I get back.” Emma and Chloe shared a high-five before Dr. Marshal rounded them up and out the door.
Once outside, Emma couldn’t believe her eyes. Sections 2 and 3 shared a playground but it wasn’t like anything she had ever seen before. Right in the middle was this huge boat, or at least something that pretty much looked like a boat. It was set into the ground and had two jungle gym things that were supposed to look like nets going up a mast to a little nest up top. The upper deck had a steering wheel made of pipe and stairs to go up one side and a slide to go down the other. The outside was a bunch of tires painted different colors all the way around and a platform where someone could stand at the very front of the ship. It was so cool! Emma ran straight for it.
“Stop!” shouted a high pitched voice Emma knew a little too well. “Who goes there?” Lizzy Cooper stood on the top deck holding that big pipe steering wheel and a stick. She stood tall, right proud of herself for taking the ship, and all Emma could do was fume.
“This isn’t going to be another one your ‘my daddy’s a doctor and I’m better than you’ speeches, is it?”
“No. This is ‘I got here first and finders keepers, losers weepers’.”
“C’mon, Emma,” Jasmine interrupted softly. “The rest of us are over by the tires. My cousin Misha told me about this cool game they play over there. Just let her have the boat. No one wants to play with her anyway.” Emma uncoiled her fists and half-heartedly agreed, turning to follow her friend.
“Oh yeah?” Lizzy wailed. “Well, I’ll have more fun over here by myself than all of you combined!”
The tires were in their own little section by themselves. They were just a bunch of plain old tires, each stuck halfway in the ground. Some were really big and some were small as far as tires go. Looking at them, Emma couldn’t really see anything that looked fun about them. The other three each sat around on their own tire, just as curious as Emma to see what could possibly be fun about some mismatched tires in the dirt.
“The game is called Lavaland,” Jasmine announced sheepishly. “Pretend the ground is on fire and we all have to hop from one tire to another. You can’t hop on the same tire twice in a row and if you touch the lava, you’re out. The last one on the tires wins.”
“That could be fun,” Emma mused, pondering the prospect.
“It will be for me,” declared Megan Nyugen, standing proudly on the largest middle tire, “cuz I’m going to win!”
“We’ll see about that,” Jessica Hodges smirked, accepting the challenge, “won’t we, sis?”
“Definitely!” her twin Brandi agreed, jumping onto the nearest tire. “Let’s do this!” Giggling and playing ensued, of course, leaving Lizzy alone and disgruntled on the boat.
“Why don’t you join them?” Dr. Marshal asked from the lower deck of the boat.
“Why would I want to do that?” Lizzy retorted, her nose in the air.
“They’re having fun and you… aren’t. I just thought you might want some friends.”
“They aren’t my friends.”
“I can see that. How could they be when you’re too busy looking down on them? You think you’re better than them, but a captain is nothing without a crew. They’re together, happy and safe and you’re here, all alone and out in the cold.”
Those words resounded clearly in Lizzy’s mind. She was alone and despite the blistering sun, she did feel a shiver running down her spine. She had a couple of friends in Section 1, but they had been sent to another class. Of course, that separation was at Dr. Marshal’s behest but that was his secret.
“What you really need is a change in perspective,” he told her, beckoning her downward. Lizzy complied, scooting down the slide, falling at his feet. “Stay there and look at me. I’m your teacher and a grown-up. I’m here to keep you safe. Looking up from there feels much better than looking down, doesn’t it?”
“I- I guess so,” she stammered, her face burning as her eyes quickly fell to her feet.
“I want you to go over there and look up to those girls,” he commanded her gently. “Don’t expect them to like you. You haven’t shown them you deserve that, but they might let you play if you’re really nice to them.” Lizzy nodded sullenly and the doctor watched her cross the playground with her head hung low.
The test had done its preliminary job well enough. No matter how specialized the training turned out to be in the end, there were just certain things every good slave needed. A deep desire to conform and belong made the top of the list and Lizzy already had that in spades. A smirk crossed his face as the doctor imagined just how low the girl would be willing to go for a little positive attention.
“What do you want?” Emma demanded, halting the game as Lizzy approached.
“I- I want to play too,” Lizzy replied sheepishly.
“This game is for girls who can play nice,” Megan informed her.
“Yeah!” piped Brandi. “We saw you kick Emma off the boat.”
“Come back when you’re housebroken,” added Jessica.
“I’ll do whatever you want.” The words had escaped before Lizzy even had a chance to think them. She knew couldn’t take them back now and she’d have to prove it if these girls were ever going let her in from the cold.
“Anything?” Emma perked up.
“Anything,” Lizzy gulped.
“She was mean to Emma,” Jasmine pointed out, “so Emma should choose.”
All eyes turned to Emma who suddenly figured out it was scary being the leader. She was nervous with everybody watching and she didn’t like it. She felt sweaty and her hands were cold as she squeezed them tight at her sides. She just wished Chloe were here to take some of the pressure off. Then Lizzy looked up at her. Her eyes were pleading, begging for Emma to pass sentence on her. The glimmer of fear was masked by pure, unadulterated need, a need to belong. Emma understood what had to be done.
“I agree with Jessica,” she declared, straightening back up and shaking off her nerves. “She needs to be housebroken. Until we all decide to let you play with us, you’ll be our dog. All in favor?”
The other four raised their hands in agreement and Lizzy sunk to her knees. She was mortified but grateful at the same time. She’d rather be a dog than alone and maybe, if she was really good, Emma might let her be a person again.
“Well, that settles it,” Megan huffed, kicking her feet against her tire, “but Lizzy is a stupid name for a dog. What should we call her?”
“I’m sure we’ll come up with something,” Emma assured her, looking down at Lizzy. “We have all recess.” And with that, Brandi knocked Megan off the big tire, restarting their game as Lizzy knelt contentedly on the sidelines.
Chloe finished flipping through the files on her desk, dark fantasies flitting through her restless young mind. She especially wanted some alone time with the twins, but she knew that would have to wait. Master’s process took time, a little too much time in her opinion, but no one could argue with the results. Even as strong-willed as she was, Chloe still had her triggers and the overwhelming desire to always love, honor and obey her Master. Sometimes she hated him for it, but even then it made her slick with lust.
The headphones came off and she looked around the room. The others were just staring blankly down. It was the same test program the doctor had run for the others but no one was pressing any buttons. They had all come to accept that their opinions no longer mattered. They’d think and believe what Master’s program told them and it told them to love it. Chloe knew that every time she put on the headphones she was no better than the rest of them. She was being controlled and she allowed it because at first it was her choice. She was too far under now to resist, but that just made it hotter.
Stepping out from her desk, Chloe shed her clothes, happy to be free from the coarse fabric. Being naked just felt natural. She wasn’t sure if that was her own thought but it didn’t make it any less true. Turning to the desk behind her, she pressed a small button on the underside of the screen. The flashes stopped and the headphones instructed the girl to remove them. As she did, Chloe cupped the raven-haired beauty’s face and looked predatorily into her eyes.
“How are you feeling today, Leigh?” Chloe asked with a smile.
“Happy to be of service, Mistress,” was her programmed response. “How may I serve you?”
Chloe stroked the girl’s cheek, catching herself in a flash of envy thinking about how blissfully empty Leigh’s mind had become. Unlike Destiny, Leigh still had every bit of smarts she had when she arrived. Master wanted her intellect preserved and instead focused of bringing all her thoughts to rest on a single purpose: obedience. There was a peace in her eyes Chloe didn’t understand and occasionally wished she could experience. Reaching into the cubby under her desk, Chloe decided that it would just be better to have a nice rough fuck.
“Master left me in charge and I need a good hard orgasm,” she explained, pulling out her favorite toy. “Since I can only get that from Master’s cock, I’m going to use this on you so I hope you’ve been doing your summer assignments.” She held up a strap-on with the harness specially tailored to her size. The dildo was double-ended, each end an exact replica of Dr. Marshal’s cock. Leigh looked on happily as if it were the most normal thing in the world.
“I’m always ready to serve, Mistress,” Leigh replied, lifting her skirt to reveal the plug that had been firmly nestled in her ass all summer. “I know I exist for His pleasure and my pussy is still just a little too small. I wouldn’t want my shortcomings to stand in the way of His needs.”
“Aren’t you just the cutest thing,” Chloe beamed before sliding the full length of her end into her dripping sex. “You’ll get there and when you do, you’re the only one of these sluts I’d ever want to share him with.”
“Thank you, Mistress. I’m honored.”
“Now go bend over that desk and get ready to show me what a good girl you’ve been.” Right at “good girl” Chloe removed the plug in a single smooth pull, causing poor Leigh to shudder violently just at the edge of climax. She did as she was told, feeling her anus grasping for something, anything that would fill her again.
Chloe walked over to Destiny, flipping off her monitor and waiting for the ditz to shake it off. There was no admiration or jealousy this time, just the knowledge that the girl before her hadn’t been able to cum in almost a year. It didn’t stop her from putting a hand between her legs any chance she got, but Destiny had accepted that she existed for other people’s pleasure and any she got was just a happy accident. The good thing was that there wasn’t enough left between her ears to say no to anyone or anything and Chloe loved taking her deeper, blurring the line between bimbo and bitch in heat.
“I’m going to put this in Leigh now,” Chloe told her, putting her perfect purple cock in Destiny’s face. “You’re going to sit here and watch us until you can’t even remember what words are, understand?”
“Yes, Mistress!” Destiny moaned, thrusting her hips into the air.
“Good, now start touching. I like watching brainless little tease-toys like you lose a few brain cells while I enjoy a real slave.”
Destiny dropped to her knees, humping her hand desperately as her Mistress rounded her Master’s desk and admired Leigh’s lithe young body. Chloe spent a good five minutes running her hand up and down the girl’s thigh and backside, watching her tight rosebud clutching and tensing at the emptiness Leigh undoubtedly felt. She really was a wonder with her pitch-black hair and shimmering blue eyes. Her milky white skin was so soft and Chloe felt affection creep in as she thought about what it would feel like to hold this rarity gently through the night.
“I love how eager you are,” Chloe whispered in her ear, “not just for Master but for me. I’m going to make you cum for me, would like that?”
“Yes, Mistress!” Leigh gasped, using every ounce of her strength not lower herself to a mindless beast like the thing before her. “I would be happy to cum for you.” She wanted to scream, to push herself back, to do anything other than just stand there bent over and waiting for something to happen.
“Just feel it,” Chloe told her, slipping down between her thighs. “Feel the need growing inside you. I’m going to give you pleasure because you’ve earned every bit of it.” Leigh felt her Mistress’ tongue run slowly over her sensitive folds, her knees almost buckling under the sensation.
“Please, Mistress,” she whined in a moment of weakness, “use me.”
Chloe smiled, quite pleased with herself that she could make the perfect slave’s desperation peek through. Returning to her place at Leigh’s back, she landed a hard but playful slap on the girl’s right butt cheek. Leigh let a yelp and Chloe stood admiring the bright red handprint on her lover’s ass. She positioned the plastic cock at the entrance of Leigh’s needy little hole and slid in smoothly, feeling her hips press against the girl’s soft mounds as she drew her close.
Leigh was in heaven. She had been witness to Chloe’s appetites over the last year and knew that her Mistress’ sadistic preferences kept everyone at arm’s length. Even though she was probably imagining it, Leigh felt like Chloe treated her like a person, not an equal but as someone with thoughts and feelings. It was strange thinking that the fiery tempered Domme of a girl would give any thought to the pleasure of a slave like her. Now here they were, Chloe thrusting wildly into her ass, bringing her ever closer to sweet bliss. The sex was still rough but somewhere in the back of Leigh’s mind, she wondered if this was what making love was like.
Chloe was lost in the sensation of the girl bucking on her cock. Master had made this toy just for her so she could cum when she was in control. With her hands on Leigh’s hips, guiding her, controlling her, and the feeling of the man she loved deep within her, Chloe almost lost herself. She wondered if this was what he felt when he was inside her. She wondered if it felt this good when he had made her. Chloe looked over her work, the drones sitting there absorbing their programming, Destiny degrading herself on the carpet, and Leigh, who was truly her crowning achievement. Chloe reached down and wrapped her hand around Leigh’s throat, pulling her up to her lips.
“You’re my girlfriend now,” Chloe informed her, holding her tightly. “Cum and be mine.”
Leigh didn’t even get a chance to respond before Chloe pressed two fingers down on her clit. They came together, falling on the desk. Leigh felt her programming shifting around her mind, shaping her as her Mistress commanded. She would be Chloe’s girlfriend. She would tell Master when he returned. She would leave her life behind to be with the woman she loved. She looked up to see Destiny’s eyes roll back into her head as she convulsed on the floor. It would be lunch time soon. She’d better clean up.
End Part 1
