Content Warning: This chapter has a rather intense brainwashing scene where Blair and the reader are bimbofied and given some very patriarchal views on a woman's purpose in life. I remove all those suggestions at the end of the chapter.
Chapter 7: Bimbofier vs. Fire Bimbo
The next three weeks passed by in a blur for Sultry Girl and Lustry Lass. Martha learned how to control her ability to see magic, and Blair fought against a caustic slime girl, but neither one of them quite remembers exactly how it happened. It was almost as if an entire chapter of their memories had been unnecessarily censored from their minds. Perhaps there was an archive of erotic mind control were they could go to recover those memories, but for now they hardly recognized that anything had changed.
Then one fateful Thursday, Blair spent the morning alone. Martha didn't show up for work, or call, or even text. By Sundown Blair was so worried that she was about to start a search. Then she received a heart shattering text message.
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I'm resigning effective immediately, I'll be by tomorrow to pick up my things and go.
"
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What!?! Why? What's happened?!
", Blair replied, but never got a response. She spent the rest of the day moping and puzzling over the text. It didn't make sense. It was just so sudden and unexpected. The worst part was how impersonal it was. They had a loving relationship. Was that gone too? Blair didn't sleep well that night. She kept going over all the questions that she needed to ask tomorrow when Martha showed up to 'pick up her things'.
In the morning Martha showed up looking particularly perky. She skipped through the door wearing a ditzy grin from ear to ear. Her face was dolled up in a fake plastic smile with more make up than she would usually wear in a week. Her top was so was so low cut that her nipples were on display.
"
What's going on Martha?
" asked Blair, in a voice filled with confusion and arousal. Her gaze kept dropping down to Martha's bouncing jiggling boobies. They were almost as distracting as the way that Martha's ass seemed to be falling out the bottom of her shorts.
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I found my true purpose in life!
" Martha replied with a giggle and a grin. "
I exist to serve men by worshiping cocks. So do you. That's the true purpose of all women.
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Okay first of all that's sexist as fuck and you're better than that.
" Blair began to speak heatedly. "
Secondly, not all men have cock-
" she trailed off when she realized that her words were falling on deaf ears.
Martha had already slipped away. She sauntered to the office, then bent over her desk and wiggled her ass in the air as she slowly gathered her things. Blair zoned out for a moment, dissociating about how her lover could say such hurtful and sexist things. Meanwhile Martha's soft and squishy behind swayed seductively, back and forth. Blair couldn't help but stare blankly, watching thoughtlessly as Martha's beautiful booty bounced and swayed and wondering whether this was all just a dream.
"
You can like, mail my last check here.
" Martha said, handing Blair a business card and walking towards the door.
"
But I pay you cash by the-
" Blair began, then she realized that words were pointless here. Something was seriously wrong with Martha. This was a completely different person. People don't just change like that overnight. And what was with those lifeless eyes and the extremely sexualized outfit. It was like her lover had been brainwashed and turned into a hyperhorny fuckslut. Wait. What if she had been?
Blair rushed to her altar and grabbed the pendant of mental clarity. She handed it to Martha and said "
Babe, I know you're still in there somewhere. I need you to focus for me and repeat after me. Presence of mind-
"
"
Oooh pretty,
" Martha interrupted her with a giggle as she put the chain around her neck. The shiny stones and sparkling silver looked fascinating between Martha's magnificent breasts, but the pendant's magic would not reach her unless Blair could make her say the incantation. The fascinating stones did nothing to stop her from walking out the door. Thankfully the door handle did.
"
Is this what it takes to get through to you?
" Blair screamed, unzipping her pants as Martha struggled to remember how the door handle work. She reached into her panties and pulled out her erection, then she grabbed her lover by the hair and directed Martha's gaze downwards.
Martha's eyes lit up when she saw Blair's cock. She instantly dropped down to her knees as if she'd been programmed to obediently sink, all the way down to the ground, the moment she saw a big hard cock.
"
You got, like, such a big cock,
" she said, seductively licking her lips. "
Could I please, um, suck it for you and like, swal, um, uh. Drink your cum like a good girl?
"
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Yes,
" answered Blair. "
But you should know that I can only cum for good girls who say a very special rhyme. You want to be a good girl and make me cum don't you?
"
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