Requested by AWMBH.
* * *
Faith drooled onto her tits as Mistress talked with Bethany.
Normally, when Mistress talked, Faith hung on her every word. But Mistress - not this Mistress, the one who actually brainwashed her into becoming a perfect, obedient slave - knew that sometimes, slaves didn't have to listen to everything Mistress said. Sometimes she would be talking to someone with free will, someone who could actually think for themselves, and those conversations were far outside what a slave like Faith could understand.
But Mistress was so smart! She knew that her slaves would get bored if they had to just stand there and not follow her orders. If they had to wait too long, they might even start thinking for themselves. Faith shuddered; she couldn't imagine anything more dreadful. So what Mistress programmed all of her slaves to do, and what Faith and her fellow slaves were now doing, was to sink into a horny haze whenever Mistress hadn't given them an order in a while.
Images began to play automatically inside Faith's head, random flashes of memory to keep her occupied until Mistress called upon her. She remembered when she and Emily first discovered they served the same Mistress. If Mistress let her remember it when she was awake, she might have found it funny. Faith and Emily were both called in to meet with Mistress, and neither of them quite knew why the other one was there. They'd both told Mistress about their relationship, but they hadn't had any issues in a long time.
But then Mistress said those magic words, and Emily remembered her true self. Faith freaked out and tried to leave. She was so silly! As if she would ever want to escape from Mistress' control! All it took were two words, and Faith was back where she belonged. Mistress explained that, since Faith and Emily were girlfriends, they could please her so much more together than they could apart. It made Faith's cunt gush with delight; she was so happy that she and Emily could do that!
Speaking of her cunt, Faith noticed her hand lazily creeping towards it. She pulled it away and held her arms rigidly at her sides. As much as she wanted to masturbate right now, what she wanted didn't matter. Slaves could only do what Mistress told them to do, and Mistress hadn't told Faith to masturbate yet. She was sure that time would come soon.
And so will I...
the small part of Faith that hadn't yet been subsumed by Mistress thought.
And then that part was silent as well.
* * *
"Get the fuck away from me!"
Bethany backed away from Morgan and Chloe, inching ever closer to the door. She held the straps of her backpack like her life depended on it, taking fast, shallow breaths.
"L-Listen," Morgan stammered, "w-we're not gonna h-hurt you. W-We just wa-wanna-"
"What Morgan is trying to say," Chloe interjected, "is that your friends are just fine!"
"Fine?" Bethany scoffed. "Do you think I'm an
idiot
? They're
not
fine! They're standing around like a bunch of fucking zombies!"
"Yes, well,
aside
from that!" Chloe looked over her shoulder. "Em? How do you feel?"
Emily blinked, her brain slowly reactivating just enough so she could answer the question. "Mmm... good..."
"See?" Chloe smiled. "She's fine!"
"Wh-Who are these girls, Emily?" Bethany asked nervously.
"Chloe..." Emily slurred, "and Mistress..."
"'Mistress?'" Bethany said, her eyes narrowing.
"I-I'm not
really
her M-Mistress," Morgan tried to explain. "I'm j-just, uh..."
"This is some fucking sex cult, isn't it?" Bethany spat, scoffing in disbelief.
"It's not...
not
a sex cult," Chloe said with a sheepish grin. "But it's not
our
sex cult!"
You're not helping, Chloe.
Morgan tried to make her body say something, anything, to help salvage this situation, but it refused to obey her commands. She could feel her heart pounding, reverberating through her entire body. She shook like a leaf.
"Jesus, I think I'm gonna be sick..." Bethany kept moving towards the door. "What, you've got everyone hooked on drugs or something?"
"No, it's not like that at all!" Chloe said, moving towards Bethany as the frightened cheerleader moved away.
"Stop it!" Bethany shouted. "Don't come any closer!"
"I just-"
Bethany took off her backpack and chucked it at Chloe, hitting her square in the chest, before spinning on her heels and bolting towards the door.
Oh fuck... she's gonna tell someone about this... Mistress is gonna find out and call off the whole game!
Then, in what felt like the blink of an eye, Bethany stopped.
Morgan's body was pressed up against Bethany's, one hand covering Bethany's mouth and her other arm pressing into the cheerleader's collarbone. Bethany squirmed, struggling to break free.
"Morgan," Chloe gasped, "what are you doing?"
...What
am
I doing?
Morgan didn't know how it had happened. It was like her body went on autopilot. Was this something Mistress programmed her to do? Some emergency protocol to help maintain Mistress' secret?
But if it is, why does this feel so... right?
As terrified as Morgan was, there was something else running through her mind. She was sure that Bethany could easily overpower her if she tried; she was certainly in better shape. But she wasn't doing that. The way she squirmed and thrashed, it didn't seem like her heart was in it. Why wasn't Bethany overpowering Morgan?
Morgan removed her hand from Bethany's mouth. "Do you... do you want this?"
"Wh-What?" Bethany glared at Morgan with fire in her eyes. "No fucking way! I'm not gonna be part of whatever your sick game is!"
Even though Bethany denied it, Morgan could tell there was a desire within her. She leaned in close, whispering into Bethany's ear. "I didn't ask if you
would
, I asked if you
wanted
to."
Bethany shuddered, but tried to maintain her steely resolve. "I... I don't."
"Yes, you do." With her free hand, Morgan crept down Bethany's stomach. She expected that at any moment, Bethany was sure to push her off and run out the door just like she tried to before. But even as Morgan's hand moved further and further down Bethany's body, even as her fingers crept under the cheerleader's waistband, Bethany didn't move an inch.
Morgan grinned when she found what she was looking for. "You're
soaked
, Bethany."
"N-No, I'm not..." Bethany gasped, seemingly trying to convince herself more than Morgan.
"You can be honest with me. You
like