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.