The climax came quickly. Shauna barely felt her fingers gently glide over the tip of her clit before the tiny stirring already within her built to a raging torrent that caused her body to stiffen and shudder. She was dimly aware of Melissa speaking with Trey and the sound of footsteps behind them. Was Trey leaving? She couldn't determine. Her focus was solely on working herself into a fervor.
Damn it. She hadn't wanted to enjoy it as much as she had. How much of that was Melissa's hypnotic influence over her versus her own libido, she could not say. Only that the taste of his cock...the feel of it as it moved in and out of her mouth...she did not want to admit it to herself. Even now, as his cum cascaded over her face, she felt a strange sense of arousal. That perhaps men weren't 'the enemy' after all.
Heather screamed first. Music Shauna had already heard several times that evening, though she regretted not being the one to bring it out of her this time. A cry of both agony and ecstasy spurred Shauna on until her voice joined her partner's.
Then silence...
Their hands dropped limply to their sides, palms up, and their eyes stared blankly forward. Footsteps behind them. A single set. Not sneakers. It had to be --
Melissa stepped in front of them and sat down on the couch to face them. "Good girls," she said. "You're now deep in a trance. Remember this state. Remember how you feel while you are in it. Your minds are now blank. Open to suggestions. My suggestions, and only mine."
"Yes Melissa," both women said in unison. The words seemed to irritate the blonde monster facing them.
"No," she said firmly. "You'll address me as 'Ma'am' or 'Ms. Fulton' when we are alone together. When we are with others, you may use my first name, but beyond that, you'll treat and address me as your superior. Repeat that and commit it to memory."
They said the words together, then added "ma'am" at the end of it as if to put punctuation on the statement.
"Good girls," she said again. "You like hearing me say that don't you, Shauna?"
"Yes ma'am," Shauna said in a low monotone.
"Good," she said. "Each time you hear it -- from my lips -- it will only reinforce your feelings of submission toward me. You will enter this trancelike state when you hear me say it. When I say 'Bad Girls' you'll move out of this trancelike state and have your freedom. Well, the freedom I allow you to possess, at any rate."
She crossed her legs in front of them. "I did a little research on this 'magic powder' of yours while I was picking up your ex, Heather." She hefted the bag in her hand. "Turns out if it's blown in your face once, it'll wear off after a couple weeks." Slowly she poured a measured handful into her outstretched palm. "But if a slave was needed for a year or two, their master would need to expose them to it twice."
So saying, she rose and leaned forward, blowing the powder into Shauna and Heather's statue-still faces. "Breathe in deeply, ladies," she said. Neither Shauna nor Heather could deny her, and as they felt the strange aroma assail their nostrils a second time, their will to resist became even more diminished. Melissa smiled down at them. "Guess what happens if I give you both a THIRD dose?"
Shauna needed no answer. Neither did Heather. They'd be hers. Forever.
They watched helplessly as Melissa walked over to a bag she'd brought in. "I did a little shopping for you two as well, while I was out." Hypnotized or not, both girls' eyes widened as they saw the double-sided dildo she produced from it. She held it appreciatively in front of them, smiling down with further orders: "On all fours ladies, get ass to ass for me."
Shauna could only scream internally as her body rebelled. She knew what was coming. Dreaded it. But part of her mind was attempting to soothe her. Melissa wanted her to do this. Therefore, she wanted to do it to please her. Pleasing Melissa was important. She wanted to do it. She had to do it.
"Don't worry girls. I'm not a total sadist," Melissa continued. "I bought a nice bottle of lube for you. Show some appreciation."
"Th-thank you, Ms. Fulton," Heather half droned, half whined. Shauna also thanked her for her 'consideration'. Only then did she realize what was about to happen. This sex toy wasn't going into their already moist and well-lubricated pussies.
It was going into their asses!
Melissa ran a lubed-up finger around Shauna's tight pucker, making sure to coat it well, even inserting it a bit, getting a slight gasp out of the raven-haired servant. "We're going to set up some nice housekeeping rules, the three of us," she said. "And with each one, you two are going to move closer and closer to each other. This thing's gonna slide deeper and deeper inside you. We'll stop when I can only barely see it. When you're both 'cheek to cheek', so to speak."
"Feel free to moan and scream," she said as she turned her attention to Heather's small hole. "I know this is going to hurt." She looked back at Shauna with a wicked glare. "I'm pretty much counting on it."
Shauna braced herself as she watched Melissa stand in front of her, lubing up the dildo she was about to impale her on. Slowly the blonde walked behind her, between both women, and then Shauna felt it. The tip, pressing gently against her ass. Her eyes opened wide at the initial contact, then she winced as Melissa slowly forced the bulb of it inside her. She couldn't help a light moan escaping her lips. It didn't go unnoticed.
"Like that, Shauna?" Melissa cooed tauntingly. "We're just getting started!" Shauna could only listen and hear Heather's yelp of sudden pain as the other end of it was no doubt being inserted into her.
"Heather!" Shauna called out, somehow for a moment overcoming the hypnotic hold both women were under. Trance or no trance, the woman she desired was being tortured alongside her.
"I'm...nnngh...I'm okay," Heather moaned in return, sounding anything but okay.
Melissa stood, pleased with herself. "Aww, how sweet," she said. "You two really DO care about each other!" She sat back down on the couch and sat back. A queen surveying the torture of her subjects. "Take a moment to get used to the feel of those bulbs in your asses, girls. In a minute you're both going to feel a lot more."
"But, to business," she continued. "We need to talk about your personal dress codes. Shauna, you cover yourself entirely too much. It's stylish, yes, and I hate to admit that, but you've got a body under all the black and lace. Time to show it off. From now on, only camisole tops and miniskirts that are mid-thigh or higher. You might not like guys, but you're going to dress to attract them. I want that to be your guiding motive for every article of clothing you put on. Every night I want one of our classmates jerking off to what you were wearing that day, am I clear?"
"Y-yes, ma'am," Shauna grunted as she tried to adapt her tiny tight cavity to its new 'intruder'. The dildo looked sizable when Melissa had shown it to her, but why did it feel so much larger inside her?
"Good girl," Melissa smiled at her. "Heather? You're not off the hook. You're going to stop hiding underneath those loose jeans and sweatshirts. From this moment on you're buying t-shirts and blouses one size too small for you. I want that material practically clinging to your tits. And if you're not wearing a skirt, I want you in shorts. High enough to keep just out of trouble with the dress code. Daisy Dukes. Got it?"
"Yes...uhnn...yes, Ms. Fulton," Heather whined.
"Excellent," Melissa fell back onto the couch. "Start working that dildo into your ass, both of you."
Shauna closed her eyes and move her hips a bit, feeling the massive silicone cock slide a bit deeper into her. She moaned slightly. It hurt! She felt like she was tearing her very flesh apart as she let the dildo bore its way into her.
"Let's keep going, ladies," Melissa said as she idly looked at her nails. "You're going to obey me without question. Because, as you've now figured out, I'm a hundred times more sadistic than either of you, it's not going to be fun for either of you. At the same time, I'm not an idiot. Another thing you've probably figured out. So, we're going to keep up our little charade whenever we're together in public. You won't be asked by me to do anything humiliating or demeaning while we're going through the day-to-day minutiae of our lives. But you will obey me when I tell you to do something. Without hesitation. Without question. Clear?"
"Y-yes...nngh...yes, ma'am," Shauna said through clenched teeth as the dildo worked its way inside her. Heather echoing her comments in strained, weaker tones.
"Good girls," Melissa said. "Give yourselves a bit of a break. Let that dildo fuck you both a bit. Move it back and forth inside you." Shauna felt her hips move forward a bit, then back, giving the dildo a bit of ebb and flow as her ass caressed it within itself. The pain was still there, giving way to small spurts of pleasure. She heard Heather sigh. Was her girlfriend actually enjoying it?
