"What do you think?" Stacie asked as she stepped out of the changing room. She had tried to be subdued, but by the time she was done, she had a combination of smoky eyes and something feline with a lot of blush and red, glossy lipstick that looked like latex.
"Wow! You look beautiful!" Sugar Tits said.
"You really think so?" She posed in the mirror, checking out the curve of her ass and the depth of her cleavage.
"You look like a total bimbo," Sugar Tits said.
Stacie blinked and stared at herself. "Wait... no. This is wrong..." Run! The thought echoed through her brain from somewhere deep inside.
Sugar Tits frowned. "No, Stacie, there's nothing wrong. Everything is fine."
Stacie shook her head. "No... no... I'm not supposed to look like a bimbo."
Sugar Tits smiled and stepped toward her. She held out her hands to touch Stacie's temples.
The woman burst into tears. "No! Please. I don't want this." Tears welled in her eyes.
Sugar Tits shook her head. "Oh, honey. You were doomed the moment you walked in the door. We're demons here."
Stacie tried to push her away, but she might have well have pushed on a granite wall - Sugar Tits was unnaturally strong and unmovable.
Sugar Tits brushed her hands away easily and laid her fingers on Stacie's temples. "I know this is frightening to you. I'm doing horrible things to your mind, and soon I will do even worse things to your body. But, you have to understand: this is going to happen to everyone eventually. This is the end of personal will, of freedom. The Church owns you, and eventually it will own everyone. There are far worse things that could happen to you than to be turned into one of our sex toys, Stacie. Believe me. I've seen horrible things. I am actually giving you a gift."
She drew the trembling woman's face to hers and kissed her lightly on her glossy red lips.
"Now, no more sad tears - only happy tears for all eternity. Did I tell you that you're going to live forever?"
Stacie stared at her uncomprehending.
"Very soon, we're going to give you something special to drink. It's going to stop you from aging. We're going to make you beautiful and desirable - every woman wants that, don't you?"
She shook her head slowly. "Home. Want to go home..."
Sugar Tits closed her eyes.
Stacie cried out and her own eyes rolled back.
"Silly slut," Sugar Tits whispered. "You are home."
***
Stacie blinked awake to see Sugar Tits smiling at her.
"Are you okay dear?" Sugar Tits asked.
Stacie giggled and turned back to the mirror. "Are you sure guys like sluts?"
Sugar Tits hugged her from behind. "Everybody loves sluts. You should see guys falling all over themselves to touch me... and girls as well."
"Sugar! Are you gay?"
Sugar Tits laughed and kissed the back of her neck. "I don't like labels. I love cock one day, pussy the next. Some days I love both at the same time." She licked the back of Stacie's neck and the woman shivered. "Today? I'm definitely into girls."
Stacie turned red. "I... um... I don't know. I think I'm strictly heterosexual."
Sugar Tits whispered in her ear. "We'll see. It'll be up to me in the end anyway."
"Oh, really?" Stacie said with a smirk.
Sugar laughed. "No, silly. I can't make you do anything you don't want, can I?"
"No. Of course not."
"Back to the subject: you look fucking hot. I don't know why you don't believe me."
Stacie hefted her big tits in the bikini top. "It's just so slutty."
"It turns you on, doesn't it?"
"Well, yes..."
"Then what makes you think men won't feel the same way?"
Stacie stared at her reflection. "I guess."
***
The front door opened.
Sugar Tits saw Ben walk in. He was looking nervously from left to right. Obviously, he was trying to avoid Ray. He was heading toward the video booths, hoping to lose himself in a porn stall until Ray's anger subsided.
That was smart.
"Oh, Ben, could you come here a second?" Sugar Tits called.
He stopped and stared at her like a deer in headlights. "I'm in kind of a hurry..."
"I need you to come here, now. You don't want me to get cross, do you, Ben?" She didn't need mind control to make Ben do as he was told. Terror worked wonders.
Stacie looked self-conscious. She crossed her arms over her boobs.
Sugar Tits pulled her wrists down. "Don't you dare hide those beautiful breasts."
Ben stood nervously in front of them.
"Ben, don't you find Stacie incredibly arousing?"
"Sugar Tits!" Stacie cried as she turned beet red.
Ben looked frightened, but slowly he began to leer at the scantily dressed soccer mom. He took her in from the heels to the booty shorts to the bikini top to the slutty makeup. He nodded slowly.
Stacie looked at her toes.
Sugar Tits leaned down beside her and tilted her face up slightly so she was looking at Ben's crotch. The lump there was huge and growing. "Look what you're doing to him, Stacie," she whispered. "I've seen what he's got down there. I'll bet he could make you cum."
Stacie wrinkled her nose. "He's not my type," she whispered back.
"He has a cock, trust me. He's your type. Do you want to cum or not?"
Stacie sighed. "I really shouldn't do this."
"Ben, Stacie here really needs a date. Her love life has been pretty bad recently - you think you could take her out to your truck and entertain her?"
Ben looked at Sugar Tits in utter fear. "Really?"
Sugar Tits smiled. "Or, you could wait in here for Ray to get back - your choice."
Ben gulped and stared at Stacie. "Yeah. Yeah I'd love to show her a good time."
Sugar Tits touched Stacie's temple. "Sleep."
Stacie's head fell to the side and she slept standing up.
Sugar Tits frowned at Ben. "Show some enthusiasm. She's got a nice, tight pussy and I'm loaning her to you to break her in."
"Thank... Thank you, Sugar Tits."
"Hmm," Sugar Tits glared at him. She caressed the back of Stacie's thighs. "Do whatever you want to her, treat her like a whore. It's what she needs." Her eyes flashed in anger. "But, so help me, if she comes in here with a mark on her or bleeding, I will turn you inside out. Understood?"
Ben nodded hurriedly. "Yes... yes, Sugar Tits. Thank you."
She leaned over and whispered in Stacie's ear. "Now, darling. Ben is going to take you out to his truck. He's going to use you - that's what you want. Sex is love, Stacie. Fucking is tenderness. Perversion is bliss."
"...bliss," Stacie whispered in her sleep.
"Yes, darling. You must do anything he wants. You're a good slut, and good sluts love to be used."
"...used. Yesss, I need to be used." She was smiling.
"He's going to use you the way a man should use a whore. You're going to love it. It will be the best fuck of your life... but, no matter how close you get, you won't be able to cum."
"Not... cum?" Stacie whined.
"No, darling. You cannot cum, not until I let you. You're going to leave his truck much, much happier than when you went in, but you're going to need to cum so bad it hurts. Do you understand."
"Going to hurt," Stacie sobbed.
Sugar Tits rubbed the woman's buttocks. "I know, pet. I wish it could be different, but I have plans for you. I need you frustrated. Now wake up and go play."
Sugar Tits backed away as Stacie opened her eyes.
Stacie reached out and eagerly took Ben's hand. "Ready, Sexy?"
He swallowed and nodded, staring at the MILF he had just been given as a gift.
***
Sugar Tits rubbed her clit under her latex skirt as she rode the freight elevator down to the facility under Stallion's. The block building on the surface was tiny in comparison to the cavernous sub levels below. In all, the church had spent ten billion dollars on the excavation and construction. There were ten levels, each the size of four football fields.
Stacie seriously turned her on - corruption often had that effect. It was something that had been done to her sometime earlier in a farmhouse to the south. She had been soaked in pure evil in that basement. Now, the mere thought of bending a non-consenting person to her will made her leak down her thighs.
Stacie was probably in the back of Ben's truck learning to deep throat ten inches of cock. Soon, Sugar Tits would wipe away all memory of her family. Her children would cry for their missing mother over the next few months.
Sugar Tits closed her eyes as the elevator passed level 9. The maximum security level, 180 feet below the surface. This was where they kept the experiments that failed, things with minds and bodies so twisted they could never be released, but were too interesting to the Church to incinerate.
This was the level controlled by Demonica. She had been Sugar Tits's friend in a past life, before that upstate New York farmhouse. Now she was a demonic amazon ruling over a tiny slice of hell.
She never left her lair where she did experiments of her own.
If you listened in the elevator shaft sometimes you could hear screams of anguish, perhaps of ecstasy.
Sugar Tits never went there. She left that to Ray and Bimbot Rita.
The elevator dinged as she reached level 10. The doors opened on a sterile white hallway.
A few feet in, a thick glass wall held back the waters of a salt water aquarium fifty yards on a side.
She paused to stare into the dark, murky cell. Nothing moved.
Sugar Tits walked toward the lab at the end of the hall.
Something thumped against the glass behind her.
She turned in time to see something shoot away into the darkness. It was man sized and fast, cruising through the inky water faster than an Olympic swimmer.
"Fuck, I hate that thing."
She opened the door to the lab.
A blonde girl with stringy hair was fighting against her restraints and screaming.
"Motherfucker! Let me go, you fucking circus side show freak! When my pimp gets his hands on you, he'll cut you a new cunt!"
Doctor Demona looked up from a microscope on one of the lab benches. She had noise canceling headphones on. She pulled them off her ears and turned toward Sugar Tits.
Her sexy purple outfit was stained yellow with what had to be vomit.
"About fucking time," Demona growled. "This cunt puked all over me and hasn't shut up since I revived her."
Sugar Tits wrinkled her nose. "Oh, my God. What is that smell?"
"Junkie projectile vomit. Christ, I think the whore is possessed."
