A three-part tale of mind-control, deception and revenge told by the three women most affected by events. All participants in sexual activity are over 18 years old.
Part One: Sophie's new part time job turns out to entail a little more than bar work.
Prologue: Sophie
For quite a while I thought I knew who was controlling me. I didn't know quite how they did it though.
Then I found out how it was done.
Now when I look at the bracelet, it seems so obvious. Back then it was just a plain looking silvery metallic band that allowed me to access various rooms in the hotel I worked at. I only had to hold it near a small metal panel and the door would open leaving my hands free for delivering room-service or getting stock for the bar from the storeroom.
Or those other little duties such as jerking and sucking on a stranger's cock until he came in my mouth. Or masturbating in front of a camera whilst two other women watched on and another recorded me doing it.
Then came the revelation that there was someone else and something much darker and sinister behind it all and nothing was as it seemed. That I was in deep trouble; firstly in a world of pain and then the harsh revelation that my life was in danger.
It would be impossible to take the bracelet off now, even if I wanted to.
Luckily for me I don't want to.
I approach the door and hold out my hand. There is a soft click as the chip in the bracelet connects with the mechanism and the door opens gently.
The session takes almost an hour. By the end, my hair and make-up look exquisite.
In another hour, I will have been fucked relentlessly in every hole until I can barely walk by half a dozen men. I will be a complete mess and the make-up and hair-stylist's work will be a thing of the past. Another girl will be licking and sucking the cum from me as we kiss and the cameras record it all as the director gives us orders.
The director smiles at me and the cameras roll.
The director's name is Amanda Hunter and she is the woman I originally thought controlled me through the bracelet.
I smile back at her. I kiss the bracelet that binds us together in a strange Sisterhood and she nods her approval.
Keisha takes me by the hand, her beautiful oriental face gleaming in the candlelight. We lie on the big round bed and begin to make love to each other, hands caressing soft skin and the leather of our body harnesses. One by one we are joined by six men with huge erections.
It is not long before our exquisite hair-do's are plastered all around our sticky faces and soon after Keisha and I are screaming in ecstasy.
We shower together and the world returns to normal.
The bracelet has done its work again, although these days I hardly need any extra compulsion. But there is just that little frisson of excitement when I feel it taking control of me -- just what am I required to do today? Why do I need that extra little push when you consider all the things I have already done?
As ever, I cannot wait until it is compelling me once more.
Keisha and I retire to the hotel bar for a drink and to check our bank accounts. We are both three thousand dollars richer than two hours before. We drink champagne then go up to her fiftieth-floor luxury apartment with spectacular views over Singapore. Amanda and my fiancée Katie join us. We sip more vintage champagne then fuck ourselves to sleep.
My name is Sophie Lawrence. I am just an ordinary country village girl from rural England.
At least I am when the bracelet is not controlling me.
Chapter 1: Sophie
Everyone in the village was surprised when the old Highwayman Hotel a mile out into the countryside was renovated at what seemed like exorbitant cost. It had been derelict as long as anyone could remember and took a long time to 'do up'. I was seventeen when they began the work and when I started there as a barmaid and general gopher a few months after it re-opened, I was well past nineteen.
To say it was opulent was an understatement. Everything was in chrome, wood, Italian marble. The restaurant got a Michelin star in an eye-blink and even the more prosaic bistro was attracting customers from miles around. The grounds were incredible, including its own little vegetable and herb gardens and there were croquet lawns and tennis courts for the summer months.
The wine-list started at expensive and soon went off into the stratosphere. The tasting menus were into the hundreds of pounds, but it still sold out every lunch and evening session. Those in the village that thought it would be just another white elephant were spluttering into their pints of bitter as flotillas of upmarket cars cruised through the local countryside. Even the village pub went a bit posh to cater for the overspill and it was there that I cut my teeth before getting the job at '
The Huntress @ Long Morton
' as it was now known.
That 'at' sign was very important to them for some reason. Write it in words and you were in deep trouble.
No-one in the village expected that it would profit from the new enterprise, but soon the staff had formed a close bond with the community and it was a happy co-existence. If the bistro was full, they'd recommend the Golden Fleece on the village green. They used local farmers and producers where possible; championed the local micro-brewery, boutique gin distillery and cheese-makers.
I was attending a local arts college in a town a few miles away and when my friend Becky got a waitressing job there I was quite jealous as the local pub was ok, but the Huntress paid above the minimum wage and Becky's tips were sometimes quite ludicrous.
I applied to an advertisement and to my complete delight and surprise, got the job. I worked in the bar a few nights a week and during the college holidays and did a few day shifts as well. It was all pretty easy stuff -- mainly sorting out drinks for the waiters to take to the tables and the odd bit of table- or bar-service. The quality of the uniform was way above anything I had ever worn and I loved the metallic bracelet they gave us instead of an access card. It was almost silvery-white and we joked that it was platinum and worth a fortune. In fact I loved it so much that I kept it on all the time among my copious collection of leather, copper and other assorted bangles and bracelets.
Little did I know three things back then.
