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Zoe Carmichael walked into the Ladies Auxiliary meeting and smiled. She'd only been in town two days, and she was already making friends. Her next-door neighbor, Leslie Durham, the minister's wife, had stopped by right after the movers left with an apple pie and an invitation.
Zoe was a single mother and her nineteen-year-old son, Sean, was completely infatuated with the smiling, blue-eyed minister's wife. He had practically fallen all over himself when she had asked if he wanted to make some extra money mowing the lawn at her house.
The meeting hall was filled with women Zoe's age - she hadn't even asked Leslie what the Ladies Auxiliary was. Looking around, she wished she had at least asked what to wear.
She felt horribly underdressed in the auditorium full of women wearing short dresses and skirts, makeup and hair done just so.
In her jeans and blouse, she felt like a frump.
A smiling brunette walked toward her through the crowd. She wore a dress made from what looked like red leather. She held out her hand. "Margaret Cox," she said.
"I'm Zoe..."
"Yes, I know. Leslie told me all about you," the woman said. Her lips were exactly the same shade of deep red as her dress.
Margaret Cox's eyes were a brilliant blue.
They almost glowed.
Zoe felt lightheaded. She squeezed her eyes shut. "Where is Leslie?"
"Oh, she's at home. She couldn't make it today." Margaret took her hand and led her to a seat near the front.
"This group? The Ladies Auxiliary? What is it the Auxiliary of exactly?" Zoe asked as she sat down beside the leggy brunette.
Margaret smiled. "Oh, we're a religious organization."
"Really? You mean Baptists like Leslie."
"Umm, not exactly."
Zoe realized she was staring at the woman's very full breasts. She looked up quickly and found herself staring into the blue eyes.
Something wasn't quite right. Zoe tore her eyes away from Margaret Cox and looked around the room.
Everybody seemed to be staring at her.
Staring at her with blue eyes.
"Wait..."
All of the women had the same piercing blue eyes as Margaret.
And, they were all tall with long legs and full breasts.
Zoe jumped when Margaret put her hand on the side of her face. She stared directly into Margaret's eyes.
"You're not afraid. Everything is fine. Just relax," Margaret said.
Zoe felt warm. She relaxed in the seat and smiled.
The women in the seats around her were all leaning closer to her.
Margaret whispered, "We're all friends here, Zoe."
Zoe nodded slowly.
The crowd began to clap.
The sound broke Zoe's stupor.
Margaret winked and turned toward the podium.
A woman stepped up to the microphone. "Good morning, ladies, for those of you who are new, I am Mistress Stacie Fuchs, MILF Whore, Whore Caste, and this is the weekly meeting of the Ladies Auxiliary of the Church of Morpheus."
"What?!" Zoe whispered.
"Shh," Margaret soothed and stared into her eyes. "Everything is just fine. Nothing to worry about. You're safe and warm, Zoe."
Zoe felt herself growing drowsy. "Safe... warm..."
"Today, we have two new MILFs to welcome to the Church. Mistress Zoe Carmichael, and Mistress Justine Reynolds," Stacie Fuchs said. Her eyes narrowed as she looked out over the crowd.
Margaret stood up. "I have Zoe right here, but it looks like Justine missed the meeting."
Stacie frowned. "Well, no matter. We'll just check on Mistress Reynolds later. "She stepped away from the podium and knelt in front of Zoe.
Zoe stared into Stacie Fuchs's mesmerizing blue eyes.
"Hello, Zoe. Are you afraid?"
"Huh? No," Zoe whispered. She felt like she was floating.
"Good. We don't want you to be frightened. Are you lonely?"
Lonely? Why was this woman asking her that? "I... no."
Stacie stared into her eyes. "Zoe. You can tell me the truth. Everyone here is your friend. We all want to be your best friends. You're single, aren't you?"
Zoe felt like she was melting into the auditorium chair. "Yes."
"Were you married?"
"Yes."
"Where is your husband?"
"Left me... years ago when my son was young."
Stacie stroked her hair. "Has there been anyone else since he left you?"
"Hmm? No. Nobody else."
"Then I ask you again: are you lonely?"
Zoe teared up. "Yes."
Stacie nodded. She spoke louder. "This is the trap of society. Here is a beautiful, vibrant woman, who gives everything to raise her child. She sacrifices her own pleasure - and she does so willingly, for the good of her son. If she takes a lover, she's branded a slut. If she takes a husband, she gambles that he will be good to her child and herself. This is why our way is better."
She smiled at Zoe. "Bring her to the stage," Stacie said as she returned to the podium.
Margaret took Zoe's hand and led her to the stage.
"What's happening? I don't want to be up here," Zoe whispered.
"Shh, yes, you do," Margaret whispered.
Zoe looked out at the crowd. There had to be over a hundred women in the room.
And, a lot of them were kissing.
"Wait... why?"
"You know, I would have been just as freaked out as you a few weeks ago," Margaret said.
And, then she kissed her.
The room erupted in 'ooh's and 'ahh's.
Margaret's lips were sweet, her tongue insistent.
Zoe almost fell, but the woman held her up. Her head fell back as Margaret broke the kiss.
She slowly opened her eyes.
"You will never be lonely again," Margaret said.
"Why... are you... doing this?" Zoe whispered. She felt like she was dreaming.
"We're saving you from this world," Margaret said.
Zoe looked into her eyes. The irises seemed to be moving, wheels turning within wheels.
"You aren't afraid. Think about how lonely you've been? That's what you should be afraid of, Zoe. Not me. Not us."
Zoe nodded. That made sense. She felt alive standing on this stage in the auditorium filled with women - women who were taking off their clothes and falling together in couples, threesomes, and even larger groups.
"It's beautiful, Zoe. We all love each other. We're never lonely. You want to be one of us, don't you?"
Zoe shook her head. "Not... lesbian."
Margaret laughed and it was a beautiful sound that made her warm. It made Zoe smile.
"We're not lesbians, Zoe. We're bisexual. Best of both worlds. You want that, don't you?"
Margaret's words backed up by her glowing blue eyes seemed like the most intelligent thing she had ever heard. She could make love to men and women. No more worrying about what people thought. Just freedom.
She squeezed her eyes shut. "No. I have a son. He's still at home. I can't... do those things."
"Open your eyes, honey," Margaret whispered.
She opened her eyes and stared into the blue magic.
"Your son is with Leslie right now. She's making a man out of him, in more ways than one. He'll move out soon and follow his own path. You're free. You can be one of us now."
She felt hands on her. Her blouse was unbuttoned, her jeans unbuttoned and pulled down her legs.
Strong arms lowered Zoe to the floor.
Kisses now, her face, her lips, down her neck. Kisses on her breasts, down her belly.
Someone tugged at her pubic hair and giggled.
And, then she felt her legs opened.
She moaned as the first needle entered her breast.
***
Stacie and Margaret stood by the podium and watched as the Ladies Auxiliary turned Zoe Carmichael into a MILF Whore on the stage.
"Justine Reynolds appears to have eluded us," Stacie said.
"Very strange. I spoke to her just yesterday. I was sure she was under my control. They're in the middle of moving into their house on Oak Street," Margaret said. She looked at her tablet. "Family of four: the mother, Justine. Twenty-one-year-old daughter, Kathleen, nineteen-year-old son, Calvin, and the father, Martin."
"Fledgling Program for the son and daughter?"
"No. They just came home to help their parents move. Calvin is pre-law at Yale, Kathleen is pre-med at Stanford."
"So, we have Justine picked for MILF Whore. What about the husband?"
"Veterinarian. We were going to let him choose between Whoremaster or Professional Caste."
Zoe cried out in her first orgasm as one of the MILFs slowly pushed the long, penis-shaped sterilizer into her pussy.
"Come on," Stacie said. "Let's go check on the Reynolds family. Looks like the ladies have this well in hand."
***
Madison Fuchs walked into Stallion's Adult Video west of Ithaca in her white mini-dress and heels with a smile on her face.
Ray smiled at her from behind the counter as he buzzed her in. "Hey, sexy."
"Hey, big guy. Where's Rita?" The bimbot hadn't been at her normal post in the entryway.
"In back doing something," the Whoremaster said. "You need her?"
"Nope. Heading downstairs." She winked at a nervous looking middle-aged man who was looking at porn magazines.
The man flushed and looked away.
Nothing more terrifying than a pretty girl winking at you in a porn store
, Madison thought. Exciting, but terrifying.
She went through the door in the back and into the service corridor.
The elevator door opened automatically as she reached the end of the hall.
She stepped in and pressed 10.
The elevator dropped.
Sugar Tits was probably on one of these sublevels turning humans into transformed, either with their consent or, more likely, without it.
Madison wore white a lot. Especially when she went to Stallion's.
She wanted beyond anything to be a White Witch - after the dust settled, that is.
Donny had been made into a Junior Whoremaster at the farm, and she had been transformed, but not completely. There was still a possibility she could become a White Witch.
That is, if her immunity to mind control didn't make that impossible.
And, so long as her activities with the 'Resistance' remained secret.
