Burying the Hatchet

Shauna pulled up outside Melissa's house. Alone. Heather's car was already there. They'd agreed it might make the 'friendship' angle a bit more believable if they didn't show up together. Melissa wouldn't buy it either way, but they did their best to keep up the appearance that they were no longer in love with each other.

She checked her look in the mirror. She needed to appear panicked. Worried. She'd practiced with Heather with what little time they had left, but it wasn't nearly enough. Melissa wasn't an idiot, and if the past few weeks had proven anything it was never to underestimate her.

She took a deep breath, made sure everything was in place, and got out of the car. Melissa didn't meet her at the door this time, and she had to ring the doorbell. Shauna was only marginally surprised to see Heather answer the door, a dazed look on her lover's face. "We've been waiting," she said in a dull monotone, one both of them knew well. Slowly, Heather lowered one eyelid to signal Shauna she was faking. A slow-motion wink. They'd planned that out as well...no wink meant things had gone south and they'd have to try something else.

Shauna followed Heather into the main room, where Melissa sat with her father standing behind her. "About time," she muttered before standing up. "I thought I made it clear we're on a schedule here."

She looked at the two women standing before her, saying nothing. Letting the silence build. Her stern face scanning both of them. Even though neither of them were under her control anymore, they both still felt a sense of unease. Finally, she opened her mouth. "You two have been lying to me," she said flatly. "Shauna, I gave you explicit orders to break up with Heather."

"And I did!" Shauna protested, then remembered that wasn't the tone to take. She put her hands together in front of her and bowed her head. "I did, Melissa. I swear it."

"We came in separate vehicles, didn't we?" Heather tried to help. Neither escaped Melissa's angry glare. If she suspected either of them, little outbursts like that weren't going to help matters.

"Perhaps I wasn't clear," Melissa gritted her teeth. "When I said 'break up', I mean you are not even friends anymore. After today, there'll be no further contact between either of you. You won't even look at each other, let alone talk. I want you two to behave as if Shauna Stevenson and Heather DuChamp never met. Am I making this clear to you?"

"Yes, Miss Fulton," they answered in unison. Melissa didn't seem overly convinced, but she paced in front of them. She pulled the bag out from her purse resting on an end table. THE bag. The one that held the mind-controlling powder. Or so she believed.

"I'm hesitant to use this again," Melissa snarled as she poured a small pinch into her palm, "as I don't think it'll have any further effect based on what I've read." She walked up to both of them. "Still, if it'll bring you two to heel." She blew the powder -- mere cornstarch -- into their faces. The girls made a good show of 'resisting' before finally moving back into a trancelike position.

"No more games," Melissa said flatly. "You obey me, or I will order you to kill each other. Am I clear?"

"Y-yes, Ms. Fulton," they responded in unison, hoping their voices were at least a close mimic of their tones when they actually were under her control. Melissa released them with a 'bad girls' and paced in front of them.

"Shauna," she began, "you and I have plans today, but Heather?" She looked first to the pretty brunette then back to her father. "Someone would like a word with you." She smiled as she saw Heather's eyes go wide with fright. She saw Heather's lip quiver as she started to speak.

"Ah-ah," Melissa stopped her. "No protests. I still control you, remember." She put a finger under Heather's chin and gently forced her mouth shut. "For the afternoon, you'll be Daddy's plaything again. You're to do whatever he asks of you, and rest assured, your ex-girlfriend here will not be coming to your rescue."

"Please," Shauna begged. "We made a promise to each other."

"And you reneged on that promise," Melissa shot back as she turned to face her. "Heather's going to pay the price for that. Live with it, you stupid bitch, and remember what happens if you keep trying to resist me."

"Yes, Melissa," Shauna bowed her head. "I am...sorry."

"Apologize to Heather after Daddy is done with her," Melissa snorted. "And then fucking do as I command and cut all ties with her." Melissa slapped her across the face to drive the point home. "Do you understand me?"

"Y-yes," Shauna muttered, holding everything in. Now wasn't the time, but it was becoming harder and harder for her to 'fake' being the blonde sadist's slave with each minute. She watched, with no small amount of horror and unease, as Mr. Fulton took Heather's hand and led her away to his study. Heather turned and gave Shauna one final look as she followed him. They had to keep the charade going, so her look was one of fear, mirroring Shauna's own. Melissa seemed pleased with their performance, or at least fooled by it, as she grabbed Shauna's hand and led her away in the opposite direction.

"Worry all you want about your ex-girlfriend," Melissa smiled as she looked back at her. "Wait'll you see what I have in store for you, you fucking cunt. You'll beg to switch places with her!"

She followed Melissa to a spare bedroom, a simple, small, ornate bed done up with lacy pillows in shades of white and pink. A small end table held numerous sex toys -- dildos, vibrators, plugs -- but it was the small camera on a tripod that truly gave Shauna pause. Professional-looking studio lights lit the room, giving the area a warm, inviting glow. Calvin Jones was there, sitting behind a laptop off in the corner. He gave her a knowing look and wink before turning his attention back to his laptop. "Feed's going live in about 15 minutes, Melissa," he said. Shauna looked from him to her blonde captor.

"Wh-what is all this?" she finally asked, knowing the answer in her head, but wanting to hear it from Melissa's lips. Confirmation of just how far she was going to take this.

"This?" Melissa gestured. "Oh, we're going to hook you up on Chaturbate so you can make me a little money. You're going to be quite the popular little camgirl, Shauna Stevenson...or should I say SpankGirl69? Not a very inventive stage name, I know, but I let Cal come up with it."

"Hey, there's nothing wrong with that name," Calvin snorted. "She'll be internet famous by the end of the day!"

She gestured to a light pink camisole and panty set on the bed. "You'll be wearing this," she ordered. "Pink's not really your color, but I picked out something you'll be able to slide into and out of fairly easily. I'm sure you know the drill, right? You're basically going to do whatever someone pays you to do on the site...won't you, my good girl?"

Shauna was so caught up in the insanity of it all she almost forgot that Melissa had said the code phrase. Quickly she dropped her hands to her sides and stared forward, doing her best to approximate the trancelike state she should be in right now. Melissa, fortunately, did not notice, and simply walked around her slowly.

"Yes," she purred. "You're going to be quite popular, I think. I put all your rates at half off so we can build an audience. I'm afraid that'll keep you quite busy. I'm sure that dildo is going to get a hell of a workout. But you'll do anything asked of you, because you love me, don't you?"

"Yes, Ms. Fulton," Shauna said in her best dull monotone.

"And you want to make money for me, because you love me, don't you?" she rested her head on Shauna's shoulder as she spoke.

"Yes, Ms. Fulton," Shauna said, staring forward and hoping Heather was faring better than she was. She absolutely could NOT get in front of that camera. Melissa had done so much damage to their reputation already.

"Good," Melissa said, perking up and stepping out of the camera's line of sight. "When you come out of this trance, get changed into that lingerie and we'll get started. It's time you started earning your keep in this relationship...bad girl."

* * * *

Heather followed Mr. Fulton -- she would not use his name - into his study, bristling only slightly as he closed the door behind them. "I adored you in your maid outfit," he said. "I hope someday we can resume that little roleplay. Just the two of us."

She frowned behind his back. God, to know that there were men like this out there. He'd acted as if nothing had happened. He was ready to..to...

No, she steeled herself. She can't lose her nerve now. If she does, everything is lost. Melissa will figure out what's going on, and they can't let that happen. SHE can't let that happen. She got so lost in thought she didn't notice Mr. Fulton turn and face her, fairly pinning her against the wall.

"Still," he ran a hand across her shirt, unbuttoning the top button, then the next, "I like the outfit you have on right now. I wonder...what you have on underneath it?"

Heather could only look at him with wide eyes. Fearful eyes. He seemed to feed off that. A wicked, evil smile crept across his face as he ran a finger over her breasts. Unbuttoning the next button on her shirt. She swallowed hard, closed her eyes...

...and brought her knee up, fast and hard, between his legs.

His scream...his howl...was sweet music as it echoed throughout the room. Cheerleading practice had paid dividends today, Heather smiled to herself. He staggered back, clutching his crotch in pain, but Heather allowed herself little time to relish the moment. Her hand immediately dove into her purse, into the tiny bag, and within seconds she blew a tiny pinch of the white powder into Mr. Fulton's astonished, pained face.

"Wh-what is...uhnnnn..." he moaned as he slowly released his groin and stood upright, his hands falling to his sides. Heather smiled. She knew what this position felt like. She'd been in it on more than one occasion. She didn't waste any further time, blowing a second, then a third puff of the powder into his face.

"And now," she said as she fished the sharp kitchen knife from her purse, "you and are going to have a little chat."

* * *

The trick, at least for Shauna, was not sweating. She had to remain calm, and quite literally perspiration-free, if her part of the scheme was going to play out. The powder remained clutched in her fist. A tiny bit, hopefully enough, but she had to keep her hands dry. So far it was working. Melissa was prattling on about the numerous sex acts she'd be performing in front of the webcam. Going over the menu, which seemed to range from blowing the camera a kiss to taking it up the ass. Calvin was studying some website statistic, or adjusting a menu, or something...Shauna passed it off as "geek stuff." She simply held up the pink cami in her free hand, stalling for time.

"I didn't say look at the fucking thing," Melissa said. "Get changed. Right n-"

Her father's scream from across the house was all the signal Shauna needed. Melissa turned in surprise at the sound, and got at least one step toward the door before Shauna grabbed her by the shoulder, whirled her back around, and quickly blew the powder into her face.

"What th...NO!" Melissa screamed as she tried to back away from it. Shauna quickly pulled the small bag from her pocket and blew a second puff...then a third. Melissa was clearly trying to mouth the words "you bitch" before her arms fell to her sides and her eyes glazed over. Shauna's unwilling captive. The situation had finally reversed itself. Shauna allowed herself a brief moment to bask in it.

Calvin was on his feet in seconds. "What the hell is going on here?" he half demanded, half shrieked, his voice cracking as he spoke the words. Shauna turned on him, now that Melissa was no longer a threat. She advanced on him without fear, and without hesitation. Holding in her fist a new clutch of the powder.

"You're aware of the hold Melissa had on me?" she asked firmly, not smiling when Calvin backed up a step. The wall was behind him. He'd have no place to run. He nodded nervously. She simply stood in front of him as she continued, nodding behind her to Melissa's statue-still form. "Then you know what this can do. Now explain what your role in all this is."

Calvin sang without hesitation. He was the techie who'd be overseeing the website end of things. They'd plotted to have Shauna show up every Saturday -- sometimes with Heather in tow -- to perform and earn money. Money Shauna or Heather would never see. Shauna folded her arms as she listened. This was Melissa's big scheme -- to make Shauna some kind of camwhore and spread her name all over the internet. It would be enough that the school would know. She'd be all over the internet. Still, she held her temper in check.

"And your cut of this was?" she asked. Calvin frowned as he muttered 20 percent to Melissa's 80. And if someone selected "Suck a Cock" off the menu, he'd get to be the cock. Shauna rolled her eyes. Melissa pretty much planned to screw everyone over. She put her hands to her hips.

"You're scum, Calvin," she said flatly. "Don't think I didn't see you at the Faux that night." She paused long enough for him to get red. She prayed a silent prayer that he'd been in Heather's line that evening, but from the way he was acting she was pretty sure she'd been beyond intimate with him. Or at least a certain part of him. "But I need you," she continued. "I need you to keep going with what you were going to do." She looked back at Melissa.

"Only we're going to have a new girl in front of the camera," she smiled before looking back at Calvin. "And I'll only take 50 percent."

Calvin was many things, but he wasn't an idiot. "Done," he said. "But you keep that powder away from me."

"Don't give me a reason to use it," Shauna didn't smile, "and I won't." She turned back to look at Melissa, still standing straight and staring forward, helpless and statue-still. "As for you," she smiled. "I think we need to come to a bit of an understanding...and a re-evaluation of our 'relationship', don't you?"

* * *

George held the knife firmly above his exposed cock, the blade touching but not cutting the flesh. Even in a deep trace, he was sweating. He knew with a word Heather could force him to bring the blade down until it made contact with the desk where he stood. Even under such intense hypnosis, the fear he felt was all too real. Try as he might he could not lift the blade. If he could, he might use it on the bitch controlling him right now. Escape this torment. But he couldn't. It was as if the blade weighed a hundred pounds or more. It felt...so heavy...

She was sitting next to him on his desk, smiling imperiously. God how he hated women like her. They existed to be tamed. Brought to heel. Now she had power over him. Absolute power, and he hated every second of it.

"How do you feel, Mr. Fulton?" Heather asked with a bit of a smirk.

"Please," he stammered, choking on the words. "Please don't..."

Heather arched an eyebrow. "Begging?" she pouted. "Hmm...I seem to remember begging you to stop raping me. And yet...here we are." She hopped off the desk and began pacing around it. "You're afraid," she began. "Don't deny it."

"O-of course I'm afraid!" he spat back, looking down at the knife in his hand and where it rested.

"Good," she said as she stopped in front of the desk to face him. "I want you to be afraid. I want you to remember this fear you're feeling right now. Because from this moment forward, you're going to feel it each and every time you're around a woman younger than you."

She let the phrase sink in. "I don't care if it's a little girl, a teenager, or a woman in her thirties. If she's younger than you...if she's older than you but gives off the impression that she's younger than you...you're going to feel this same unease. You'll feel almost sick to your stomach. You'll need to excuse yourself from wherever you are to compose yourself. But whatever you have to do you will never...EVER...lay your hands on another girl younger than you again."

She looked down at the knife in his hand, then back at him. "Because if you do, I will come back here, and you will resume this position and I will not hesitate to tell you to bring that knife down and not stop until it hits the wood of that desk. Am I clear?"

"Y-yes," he said, swallowing hard.

"Yes, what?" Heather leaned forward, not letting him off the hook until she heard the word 'Mistress' fall from his lips. Satisfied, she stood up again and put her hands on her hips. "Now I realize this is really going to compromise you interacting with most of society, so I'm going to give you at least a little relief." She walked around the desk to get near him again. "There's going to be one girl younger than you who doesn't immediately fill you with fear and dread. In fact, you're going to become quite fond of her, as she is of you. Can you guess who that is? Shall I whisper it in your ear?"

"Please," Mr. Fulton's lip quivered. "Please...no..." Heather ignored him as she brought her lips to his ear and whispered the name. A single word. But one that would damn him forever.

* * *

Melissa ran her hands up and over her breasts, the pink cami hung a bit more loosely on her than it would have if its intended target -- Shauna -- had been wearing it. She had enough of a bosom to give it curve and the neckline plunged even more as she wasn't quite as well-endowed as her new mistress. Either way, the look worked. Money was coming in, and at a fairly steady pace.

"Pull it up, Melissa," Shauna said calmly as she sat next to Calvin. "Someone just tipped high."

Melissa nodded and smiled, as she'd been commanded to, and pulled the cami up and over her head, tossing it aside. She resumed her titty play for the camera. For the -- did Calvin say hundreds? -- of viewers on the other side of the screen. "You're all VERY naughty!" she teased as she licked her finger and traced it around a nipple. "Show me how naughty you can be! I'm here for you!"

She arched her back a bit to give her bosom a little lift as she pinched a nipple. "You guys like this?" she teased. "I can do sooo much more!"

"She's a natural," Calvin observed quietly. Shauna didn't want to know how he had a standard to measure camgirls by, but she took solace in being on this side of the camera, and not the focus of attention. She was surprised how easily the words had come from her mouth, spelling out the rules and restrictions the blonde bitch would be living her life under from this day forward. Melissa was now completely under her control, as much as Shauna had been under hers when the roles were reversed. She wondered if, in her mind, Melissa was screaming as much as she and Heather had done when she was tormenting them. The thought of it warmed her soul.

"Hey," Calvin pointed to the screen, breaking her reverie. Shauna looked and smiled. Someone had bid for her to give a blowjob. She looked pointedly at him and saw the blush form across his face.

"Are you kidding me?" she arched an eyebrow. "You were all set to let me blow you in front of the camera! Don't get cold feet now!"

"Yeah," Calvin protested, "but you're hot! Melissa's a...well..."

"I know what she is," Shauna responded. "Believe me. But this is business now. You want your fifty percent? Get in there and perform. Or do I need to make you?" The threat of using the powder was all she needed. Calvin got up and moved on camera while Melissa positioned herself on all fours on the bed. Shauna watched the monitor to make sure the angles were good enough, and stifled a grin as Melissa fumbled with Calvin's jeans and eventually pulled his cock out with a big, forced, smile.

As she watched Meliss kiss his bulb -- something she would never in a million years do willingly -- Shauna smiled wickedly. She could definitely get used to this...