Prologue
Three weeks ago.
Susan's phone chirps softly alerting her to a waiting text message. She pulls the pink Hello Kitty embossed box from her hip pocket. Dexterous caramel tinted fingers type out her response. She slides the phone back into her pocket. She heads on to class.
*****
Outside the Plissken Science Building Tiffany Russell tucks her phone back into its home inside her purse. 'Everything has a place and everything in its place,' is her motto. Her mouth tightens into a thin line as she opens the notes tab on her laptop screen. Professor Xian's lectures are Tiff's favorites. Today's lecture is on the role of self-esteem in survival and how it affects behavior. The corners of her mouth slowly curl up.
"In conclusion, whereas in lower order animals, those species which have a communal structure, when they commit acts that we would interpret as sacrificial, they are, in fact, operating by hereditary instinct; humans take such actions deliberately." Professor Xian, the thirty-eight year old Vietnamese woman, emphasizes. Always meticulous, she projects power by her attention to detail and air of absolute certainty. She dresses her 5'2" frame in power colors and styles that accentuate her femininity while simultaneously elevating her above the common. It is calculated and controlled for maximum effect. "Those actions, though in the individual appear to be independent actions, are actually the result of mass behavioral modification. A modification undergone willingly and, I might add, happily."
Professor Xian pauses in her lecture pinning the class in place with her steely gaze. She continues, "It is only the most astute mind that can apprehend the action of cultural modification and then elevate itself to the position of initiator." Again challenging her class with her gaze, "Are you an initiator?"
When Prof. Xian is finished Tiff packs away her things thinking about later that day. Despite her reserved demeanor, inside she is bouncing up and down.
*****
Later that day Suzy and Tiff sit together over tea and sandwiches. Being students they usually don't eat out for lunch. Both are health conscious and are proud of their figures. Suzy runs track even though she is an accounting and econ major. Taut muscles glide under the smooth skin of her runner's body. Her customary attire is loose and open showing lots of skin in a carefree innocent fashion. She keeps her hair trimmed close and her nails long, well-manicured and polished.
Tiffany on the other hand is a high octane dynamo. Tiny in comparison to Susan, she is all soft and round where the larger girl is hard and sleek. A high metabolism and fanatical dedication to Pilates are her beauty secrets. Most often she pulls her long chestnut hair into a severe braid that little flatters her. With an hourglass figure though and a fearlessly open disposition she has never lacked for admirers despite having not yet taken one as a lover.
"I've got an idea," Tiffany begins.
*****
Interlude 1
"I'm nervous," Suzy confesses. "I mean, it's all well and good to speculate at what we would do when watching a movie, but that doesn't mean we're going to do it."
Two weeks of frantic study in addition to their regular course work, secret trips to the local adult novelty store for hands on inspection of various toys and accessories, waiting for the on-line order to arrive and late night planning sessions to prepare their plan has had its effect on the two women. Suzy is a mass of jangling nerves. Tiff is practically salivating; her pussy is definitely moist in anticipation. Both are eager to commence with the plan.
Inside Suzy has to admit to herself that she really doesn't know what she expects to happen or even what she wants to achieve by enslaving Kari. Even though they agreed that Tiff would only be the trainer, Suzy isn't sure why she wants a sub. She's not into girls and she doesn't swing or even have a kink to speak of. Just the same, Suzy wants her own personal property and that is good enough reason for her she thinks.
Tiffany, on the other hand, is absolutely sure why she wants to do this. In her estimation Kari has given every indication that she not only is a follower, but she wants someone to just reach out and take command of her life. To Tiff that is an invitation. And initiators never question the morality of shepherding sheep; they just do it because they can.
When Kari comes in Suzy nearly springs on her while Tiff forces herself to remain still by steely resolve alone. Both women though feel the rush of adrenaline as they implement their plan. Both women experience intense arousal. And even though it is for very different reasons, both experience a small orgasm when Tiff slaps Kari.
*****
"Holy Fuck, I can't believe we did that," Suzy begins. The adrenaline high is wearing off causing her to tremble slightly.
"I told you she would cooperate."
"Damn, my pussy's wet. That was the hottest thing I've ever done."
Tiff's cunt is juicing too, but she doesn't say so. For her, the torture had been strictly clinical, a process designed to achieve an end. And it is her plan that they are following. Silently she chides herself for too much satisfaction. They've made a good beginning, but beginnings don't make success.
Tiff lays out the next step. "It's important that only you feed her. Nourishment is second only to affection in creating willing obedience. She must associate the fear caused by the correction with her disobedience while simultaneously connecting tenderness with you."
Suzy thinks that over for a moment, "Won't that make her hate herself?"
"Absolutely, it is imperative that she think of herself as bad and you as good for this to work." Tiff remembers when she got her first puppy. Her dad took them both to the training classes as soon as the animal was old enough. The first thing the trainer told them was he trained the owners as much as he trained the animal. At this moment she knows how true that statement had been. "We want to make her love you for punishing her. Do something kind to her when you go in to feed her."
They continue discussing each step of the plan as they move into the kitchen where Tiff assembles a plain green salad in a dog dish. Both women have to be spot on with their roles for this to work.
Suzy leans casually against the counter watching her friend work, "This is a lot of work remembering all the rules and stuff." She absently rubs between her legs.
The motion isn't lost on Tiff. "Did that make you horny," she asks while indicating with her head Suzy's hand rubbing her crotch?
"Fuck, I'm so damn hot right now I'd jump Jevon on the street."
"Well don't let her hear you. She can't think that what is happening to her, what we are doing to her, has any emotional or physical value to you beyond pride of ownership."
*****
With the lights out in her room, Suzy pulls a slim bullet vibe from her drawer. She lies back on her bed turning the shiny chrome torpedo in her hands, a personal purchase she made while preparing for enslaving Kari. A small twist on the knob and the thing springs to life. Its gentle vibration feels warm in her hand. Her thoughts return to Kari writhing under the wand as she pressed it against her clit.
She traces circles around her nipples through the worn cotton top with the tip making them hard. Her clit begins to tingle in response. Like a swinging pendulum she lets the tip trace a crazy path from the heights of her breasts down her smooth muscled stomach before diverting at the last moment to her thigh. She feels the tingling increase. Her skin temperature increases with her excitement only making her want the hard metal touch all the more.
With a quick turn she marks a rainbow path back up her thigh across her stomach and down the other leg. Her pelvis rises in thwarted anticipation. She smiles at her self-inflicted torment.
*****
Interlude 2
"I'm really concerned, Father," Tiffany squeaks in her most innocent voice. "Ever since she moved in with us she's been getting worse and worse."
"You know, of course, that even though our conversation is confidential, this is not the forum for idle gossip," Father Mercer replied. The two sit side-by-side in padded chairs, a small round table with Kleenex on top separates them.
Tiff plucks a tissue which she applies to the corner of her eye. "Oh, I know, Father. It's just that I can feel my soul getting dirty from having to listen and see all the perverse things she does." She sniffles a little.
Father Mercer waits patiently for the young woman to continue. Too many times he's sat here listening to young people cry about how awful their roomie is, and then an hour later listen to the other one say the same thing. Usually he gets them together where they can talk over their conflict till they get to the crux of the matter. It always comes down to learning to live in proximity to someone new. Most of the time communication is the key to resolving their trouble.
This is the most dangerous part of her plan. So far all she has done is hit send on a little cyber bullying. Now she's face-to-face with someone who can call BS on her little plan. Inside her stomach is turning flip-flops. She's so excited by the risk of getting caught she starts trembling. Quickly raising the tissue to her eye she turns the involuntary tremor to her advantage by feigning quiet sobs.
With slow, deliberately chosen words Tiff recounts the fictitious events of Kari's amorous adventures. She uses plenty of emotion evincing words to paint the picture of Kari's lewd behavior. Tiff weeps openly at how the sounds of sexual congress through the wall assault her ears making her physically ill filling her narrative with short, memorable descriptors. All the while she monitors the Father's physical responses. As the account becomes more lurid his breathing shortens. When he rubs the sweat from his palms Tiff closes in for the kill.
"Sunday morning she brought two strange men to her room and with the door open let them both have her in the most obscene way."
