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Sarah groaned through the gag.
The sound emerged muffled and frustrated, swallowed by the fabric strapped behind her head.
She pulled hard against the restraints binding her wrists. Nothing moved. The chair remained firmly bolted to the floor.
Across the room, Sylvia giggled.
The sound made Sarah's stomach twist.
Three weeks ago, that laugh wouldn't have bothered her. Back then it had been rare, a brief crack in the professional demeanor of a competent coworker.
Now it was constant.
Every sentence. Every thought. Every movement seemed punctuated by another airy burst of amusement.
At first Sarah had assumed it was some sort of crisis. People made strange decisions. That explained the dramatic makeover. The strange new habits. The bizarre way Sylvia had started talking.
But over time, the explanation stopped making sense.
The old Sylvia had been intelligent, focused, and ambitious.
The woman stumbling around the room now seemed incapable of discussing anything for more than thirty seconds without drifting into meaningless chatter.
It was as though an entirely different person occupied the same body.
Sarah watched as Sylvia nearly dropped a bundle of cables.
"Oh my gosh," Sylvia muttered, catching them at the last second. "That would've been, like, super embarrassing."
Sarah glared.
Sylvia didn't notice. She was too busy fiddling with a tablet and a pair of oversized headphones resting on a nearby table.
The sight made Sarah's pulse quicken. Those headphones worried her. Almost as much as the screen connected to them. The display glowed softly with shifting colors and strange geometric patterns.
Sarah had no idea what it was.
She only knew it was the reason she was here.
The memory returned in fragments.
Coffee.
Conversation.
Sylvia inviting her over.
Something special she wanted to share.
Sarah had agreed mostly out of concern.
She remembered walking into the apartment. Seeing equipment she didn't recognize. Then, Nothing. The next thing she knew, she was tied to a chair. A cold knot formed in her stomach.
Sylvia finally looked up. Her smile widened immediately.
"There you are!" she chirped.
Sarah stared.
Sylvia pointed excitedly at the equipment.
"Oh my gawd, Sarah. You are so gonna love it."
Sarah shook her head violently.
The answer only seemed to amuse Sylvia.
"Everybody like does that at first."
That wasn't reassuring. Not even slightly.
Sylvia bounced on her heels and clasped her hands together. A look of genuine excitement crossed her face.
"As soon as Princess Jaquie gets here, everything can start."
Sarah froze.
Princess who?
The question flashed through her mind.
Unfortunately, the answer arrived a moment later.
A cheerful chime echoed from somewhere deeper in the apartment. Sylvia gasped. Her eyes widened.
"Oh!"
For the first time since Sarah had arrived, the blonde looked genuinely nervous. She hurried toward the door.
"She's here."
The simple statement sent a chill racing down Sarah's spine. Because whatever was happening, Sylvia clearly wasn't in charge. And somehow, that realization terrified Sarah far more than the restraints.
Sarah watched as Sylvia disappeared down a hallway. She immediately resumed struggling against the gag. The effort proved fruitless. The fabric remained firmly in place.
Footsteps approached. Two pairs of clacking heels.
Both sounded odd. Almost mechanical. A second passed.
Then a stranger stepped into the room.
She was dressed in a short skirt, fishnet stockings, and an absurdly low cut blouse that revealed the inner curve of her breasts.
And a pair of towering heels that forced her up onto her toes.
The woman looked into Sarah's eyes. Her hair hung loose around her face. It was a brilliant, platinum shade of blonde. The kind that could never have happened naturally. It looked too polished and perfect. It flowed over her shoulders like liquid gold, framing features that seemed almost artificially sculpted.
High cheekbones.
Plush lips.
A smooth jaw.
She looked like the kind of model you might find in the centerfold of an expensive magazine.
"Princess," Sylvia gushed. "This is like Sarah. And like she's like totally what we need."
The strange woman looked from Sarah to Sylvia and then back to Sarah again.
"I know, honey." The response was gentle but firm. She turned and smiled brightly. "I'm the one who gave you the instructions."
Sarah swallowed. She had a sinking suspicion she understood exactly what those instructions were.
The stranger stepped closer.
Sylvia followed behind, practically buzzing with excitement. The pair stopped in front of her. A moment passed. The silence felt suddenly thick and awkward.
"I think introductions are probably in order," the strange woman finally said, breaking it.
Sarah watched warily.
"My name is Jaquie. But most people around here just call me 'Princess.'"
Sarah looked back to Sylvia.
"And this is Sylvia, of course," Princess Jaquie continued. She smiled. It was an expression that somehow made the situation feel even more surreal. "I think you've met. She's like one of our most enthusiastic new additions. A real bimbo doll."
Sylvia practically melted.
Sarah looked between the two. She wasn't entirely sure how to respond.
Her eyes landed on the restraints around her wrists. Then her ankles.
Princess Jaquie looked at the same thing.
"Oh, of course." The woman smiled again, this time in an almost apologetic manner. "You're probably wondering why we went through so much trouble. But it's a lot to take in, honey. We just didn't want you hurting yourself in case things went south. You know how it is."
Sarah most definitely did not know.
"Girls are always so full of dumb ideas. Like they have choices or a personality. Sylvia here knows how dumb those are." Princess Jaquie patted the girl on the shoulder. Sylvia giggled. "But we'll help you understand. Won't we?"
Sylvia nodded, bouncing slightly on her heels.
"Like totally. Like I got all the stuff ready," she said.
Princess Jaquie's expression shifted.
"That's great, honey," she said. She reached up and ran a hand through her hair. The motion was smooth and practiced. Her eyes seemed to focus on nothing at all for a second before shifting back to the girl. "I think I'll go grab us some toys. It's going to be a fun night."
With that, she turned and strode from the room, heels clicking as she walked. A moment later the sound of a door opening echoed from somewhere in the house. Then a faint thud of the door shutting.
Sylvia looked at Sarah.
"Just you wait. You're gonna love this."
Sarah pulled at her bonds again, testing their strength.
They held easily.
Sylvia's giggles faded to amused chuckling.
"That's so funny," she murmured, "watching you do that."
Sarah wanted very badly to punch her.
Unfortunately, that didn't seem possible.
"You like should stop. Princess says you get to start having fun soon." The blonde nodded to herself. "Yeah. It'll be totally great."
Sarah watched as Sylvia began to move.
She walked toward a low table nearby. She picked up the tablet she had been working on before and set it on the table in front of Sarah. Next she placed the headphones over Sarah's ears.
A constant droning beat filled her head. It pulsed and shifted, a rhythmic thud of sound. The patterns were strange. They seemed to shift and change in unexpected ways. They swelled and subsided in odd ways. It was hard to describe. The sound was strange and mesmerizing and oddly comforting.
Sylvia leaned over Sarah and pressed a button on the front of the tablet screen.
The device's display suddenly came to life. Bright lights flashed in front of her eyes, a kaleidoscope of colors and shapes. Images raced in front of her eyes, words chased words. They flashed past so quickly they were nearly impossible to read. Sarah's head spun as the world blurred into a riot of colors and noise. Her eyes watered. The images began to overlap, blurring together and becoming an unbroken stream of motion and noise. Her heart beat faster and faster as the lights and sounds swirled and blended. The images and sounds seemed to grow louder, filling the room and pressing down upon her, suffocating and overwhelming.
Sylvia put the tablet back down.
"Like don't worry, Sarah." The words were hard to hear through the din inside the headset. The voice seemed to echo strangely inside her mind. "You like don't need to do anything. I'm gonna do it all for you. Just relax. Let your mind go."
Sarah had no idea how to do that. Her eyes ached from the strain of the images flashing past. Her head throbbed from the pounding in her ears. She tried to think. She tried to focus on the woman talking to her, but it was impossible to do. All she could focus on was the soothing pattern on the large screen.
It was mesmerizing.
Her eyelids felt heavy. Her vision blurred and her mind wandered aimlessly, drifting from one image to the next.
Her eyes fluttered shut. Her breathing slowed and deepened. She let out a long sigh.
Her eyes opened slowly. Her breathing was slow, steady, and rhythmic. She felt relaxed.
Sylvia's hands slid along Sarah's shoulders.
"It's okay." Sylvia whispered in her ear, the words soft and soothing, "Let it happen. Let it happen."
"That's right, darling. Let it happen," echoed Princess Jacquie's sultry tones in Sarah's ear. "Just let go. You're so ready for it. You can't fight anymore."
Sarah closed her eyes.
She let her head fall back against the chair.
It was too much. The colors. The lights. The patterns.
She felt like she was drowning in them. She couldn't fight them anymore.
"Good girl," purred Princess Jacquie.
"That's it. Just let it happen," cooed Sylvia, her voice soothing. "Just give up."
"Give up."
The words reverberated in Sarah's skull.
"Feel all your thoughts pop. Just like bubbles."
She tried to concentrate.
"Just empty them all. They don't matter. None of them do. You don't need to think anymore."
It wasn't easy.
"You want to give in, don't you?"
Sarah couldn't tell anymore.
She couldn't feel anything. She felt like a doll, like her mind had become numb.
"Just relax," Jaquie continued, soothing, coaxing, seductive. "Relax and let yourself sink down. Deeper and deeper."
She could barely keep track of her breathing.
"Like it's totally easy," Sylvia said softly. "You don't even have to think about it. It's like your body does it for you."
"Just listen to the sound," Princess Jaquie purred, her voice deep and resonant, soothing, lulling, seductive. "The rhythm of it."
"It's like you just drift away," Sylvia said. "You're like totally gone."
"Just let yourself drift away," Princess Jaquie murmured. "That's right, darling, deeper and deeper."
Sarah felt something grip her thighs. Her head fell to one side.
"Let yourself go. Let your mind drift away. Let it all drift away."
"Like totally," Sylvia whispered, "It feels so good to not have to think anymore. To not worry or think. It's so easy. You're so empty. It's so good. It feels so good."
"Deeper and deeper," Jaquie repeated, "Deeper and deeper."
The room began to fade around Sarah.
"Deeper and deeper. Just like that. Let yourself go, honey."
Sarah's breath caught in her chest.
"Let everything else go. Just drift away. Let yourself drift away."
Sarah felt her body go slack, her limbs loose and heavy. She couldn't move her arms or her legs.
"Deeper and deeper," Sylvia said, her voice a soft, hypnotic whisper in her ear.
Something slipped between her thighs.
The sensations were so strange. Sarah felt as though her body was a stranger to her, her muscles sluggish and heavy, her thoughts sluggish and muddled.
"Like it's like you don't have to think about anything anymore," Sylvia said softly, "Just relax and let yourself go."
"Let yourself drift away," Princess Jaquie purred in her ear, "Deeper and deeper. That's right, honey, deeper and deeper."
Sarah's head rolled to one side. She felt as though her mind had been wrapped in a warm blanket of softness.
"Deeper and deeper, darling. Let yourself drift away."
Something brushed across her chest. Sarah couldn't focus enough to figure out what it was. The sensation was pleasant. Warmth blossomed within her. Fingers dug into her breasts. Sarah felt a small gasp of pleasure escape her lips. A shiver ran down her back as the fingers pinched her nipples. She arched her hips up off of the chair, seeking out more stimulation. Another moan of pleasure escaped her lips.
"Just let it all go, honey," Jaquie purred, "Just give up. It feels so good."
"It does feel good. Doesn't it?" Sylvia asked, "Just letting everything go? Letting your mind go blank?"
"Like it feels so good to be empty," Jaquie continued.
Nails brushed against Sarah's wet folds. Sarah felt herself grow more and more aroused. She felt a strange sense of emptiness, like she was missing something. She felt like she should be doing something. She had no idea what it might be.
"Just relax and let go," Sylvia murmured, "Just let it happen. It feels so good. Letting everything go."
Sarah moaned softly. Her body began to tremble and quiver.
"Like it's so much better without thoughts," Sylvia whispered in her ear. "Just empty and mindless."
"Dumb and slutty. Just a nice pair of tits and horny holes," Jaquie added. Her tone changed, a hint of command lacing through the soothing tones, "You don't need thoughts to be happy, do you, Sarah?"
A moment passed.
The sound in the headset continued. The images continued to flicker.
Sarah shook her head.
The response was weak.
"You want to be happy, don't you, darling?" Princess Jaquie continued, "You want to be happy, don't you?"
The fingers pinched her nipples again, drawing another low, drawn-out moan from her. Nails twisted her clit. Sarah bucked against the fingers.
"You don't want to think, do you?" Jaquie murmured in her ear.
Another moan escaped Sarah.
"You just want to be happy. Don't you? You just want to be empty."
The sound in her head throbbed louder, drowning out everything but Princess Jaquie and Sylvia's voices and her own gasping moans.
"Empty and stupid and slutty."
"Yes," Sarah breathed, her head rolling back and forth.
"Empty and dumb and slutty."
"Like it's like so much easier that way," Sylvia cooed.
"You don't have to think about anything," Princess Jacquie continued, her tone growing more authoritative, "It's all about being empty."
"Empty and dumb," Sylvia agreed, "Like it's so much easier to just be a bimbo."
"That's right," Jaquie purred, the sound thrumming inside of Sarah's chest, "Being empty. Being dumb. Being nothing. You want that, don't you? Bimbo Doll."
Another moment passed. Sarah swallowed hard.
She didn't want to answer. She couldn't.
The words felt so good. So soothing. Like warm milk in her ears.
"You want to be a bimbo doll," Jaquie commanded. "You want to be an empty-headed bimbo doll. You want to be a bimbo whore. Say it, darling. Say you want to be a dumb bimbo whore. A bimbo slave."
Sarah felt something tighten in her stomach.
"I-I-I," she stammered.
"Go ahead," Jaquie said, her voice soft but commanding. "Say it."
"Yes." Sarah's head lolled to the side.
"Yes what? Say it." The voice in her ears was a sultry whisper. "Say what you want, darling."
Sarah's tongue felt thick in her mouth. Her breath came in ragged gasps. Her skin tingled. She couldn't focus.
"You want to be a bimbo whore? Don't you?"
Sarah nodded.
She didn't understand why, but it felt true.
"You want to be an empty, horny bimbo doll, don't you?"
"Yes," Sarah breathed.
"Yes, what?"
Sarah moaned. She felt like her head was swimming in a thick haze. She couldn't form words.
"I-I-I-I," she stammered. Sarah's words were slurred and thick.
"Go on, darling, say it," Princess Jaquie's voice was low and seductive in Sarah's ear. "Just say it. Just give in. Let it all go."
"Like say it. I'm a dumb bimbo whore," Sylvia whispered.
"Like I'm a bimbo whore," Sarah mumbled.
The fingers pinched and twisted her clit and nipples, drawing another gasping moan from her. The sensation seemed to fill the entire room, enveloping her body like a blanket of pleasure. She moaned, her hips bucking against the restraints. The pleasure was intoxicating. Her body shivered with need. She needed to be touched. To be filled. To be taken.
"Yes, darling, that's it. Let it go. Let it all go." The words seemed to reverberate through Sarah's mind. "Empty, bimbo whore."
"Like a dumb, empty bimbo whore," Sarah said, nodding.
"Yes, that's it, darling, that's it." The voice in Sarah's ears was a sultry whisper. "Empty, stupid, horny. Bimbo whore. All you want to be."
"Yes, bimbo whore." Sarah's voice was thick with arousal. "Bimbo whore. Empty, stupid, horny bimbo whore." Her voice grew more desperate with each repetition.
"Sylvia, get me the wand, I think Sarah has earned the next level. And put the gag back in."
"Totally, Princess," Sylvia said, giggling. Her hands slipped from Sarah's skin.
Sarah let out a whimper. She felt the pressure around her nipples release. Her chest heaved and her breath caught in her chest. The gag slipped between her teeth. She bit down on it automatically. Something clicked behind her head. Her eyes opened a fraction and the screen continued to flash in front of her eyes, a dizzying, ever-shifting pattern of color and shapes that blurred and melted together, a mesmerizing kaleidoscope of images that swirled around and through her head.
A low buzz sounded.
It was followed a moment later by a sharp, powerful hum.
Sarah's body went rigid.
Her back arched, her chest lifting from the chair as her head slammed into the cushioned headrest behind her. The sensation was a powerful vibration, like someone was running an electric current through her body.
Something similar pressed against her cunt.
It sent a shock of pure pleasure racing up Sarah's spine and through her core, her mind blanking for a moment as the sensations overwhelmed her. She screamed into the gag, her eyes wide, her mouth hanging open. Her body spasmed, her muscles tensing as the wand was pressed harder against her cunt. She writhed, bucking against the chair, her hips thrusting upward, her head lolling from side to side, her hair spilling around her shoulders. Her body shuddered and convulsed, her legs trembling as she thrashed and bucked.
"That's it. That's how it feels when you forget all those silly things that make life complicated." Princess Jacquie's voice echoed in Sarah's ear. It sounded like the voice of a lover. It was soft and seductive and soothing. "Isn't it so much better when your mind is empty of everything except the pleasure? Isn't it so good when all those silly little worries are gone? All those doubts and fears and concerns?"
The vibration increased. It felt like someone was pouring hot water over Sarah's body, filling every part of her, making her feel warm and tingly.
"Yes, yes," Jaquie purred into her ear, "Let it go, Sarah. Just be another dumb, plastic fuckdoll." Her words were slow, languorous, the rhythm of them matching the rhythm of the vibrations coursing through her. "Empty, bimbo whore. Let it all go. Let yourself be nothing more than an empty headed, dumb bimbo whore. Just like all the rest of us. Stupid and horny and willing to do serve every cock and cunt."
The vibration was so strong now. It felt like a river running through Sarah's veins. The warmth of the pleasure was so intense, the sensation so strong, so good. Her body spasmed. She bucked and thrashed, the vibrations so strong that it felt as though her body was being consumed by the pleasure.
"Just be another dumb, empty, plastic, fucktoy," Jaquie said softly. The words were a purr of seduction. "That's all you want. All you need. You're so close to it now. So close. Let it go, Sarah, and you'll never want for anything again."
Sarah's eyes snapped open and she screamed. She bucked and thrashed and writhed against the chair, as she melted into muffled giggles.
"That's it. Now, bimbo doll open your eyes. I'm going to show you, sweetie, how a bimbo doll gets fucked. Sylvia come here. Bring the strap-on."
Princess Jaquie slipped the harness up her legs and fastened it tightly around her waist, adjusting the buckles and straps so the fake cock jutted from her crotch like a weapon. She stepped forward and rubbed the head of the dildo along the length of Sylvia's labia, spreading her open with a slow, teasing motion. "Mmmm, that's a good girl," she purred. She stepped back and delivered a quick spank across the top of Sylvia's right ass cheek, leaving a red hand print on the pale flesh. "Now, spread those legs wider. Arch that back. I want Sarah to see your pretty pussy, slut."
Sylvia groaned and obeyed, arching her back and presenting herself to Princess Jaquie's strap on. The dildo pressed against her labia and she moaned.
"Mmmm, such a good little slut," Jaquie said as she pushed the tip of the fake cock inside. She slid in slowly, teasing her, making sure Sarah could see the way Sylvia's labia stretched and spread around the massive, rubbery invader.
Sarah's eyes went wide, watching as Princess Jaquie thrust her hips forward and drove the strap-on into Sylvia's pussy. Her eyes were glazed and unfocused and a small trail of drool ran down the corner of her mouth. Her tongue flicked out to lick her lips as Princess Jaquie drew back, only to slam the entire length of the fake cock inside of the blonde bimbo's tight cunt, her ass clenching and unclenching as she fucked the bimbo whore from behind.
"Ohhhh, yes," Sylvia cried out. "Oh fuck, Princess. Fuck me harder. Fuck me with your huge, bimbo cock."
"Mmmmmm, yes, Sylvia," Jaquie purred, grabbing onto Sylvia's hips and thrusting hard and fast. "Fuck, your cunt is so easy. See, Sarah? That's your future."
Princess Jaquie slammed the fake cock in and out of Sylvia's cunt. Her hips pumped back and forth. The bimbo slut screamed in pleasure as the massive dildo penetrated her again and again. She bucked and writhed on the table, the pleasure overwhelming her, driving her wild, driving her
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Sylvia shrieked, over and over again, her voice hoarse and ragged. Her face contorted into an expression of blissful agony. "Yes, Princess! Fuck fuckdoll dumb!"
Sarah moaned and squirmed against the chair, watching Princess Jaquie pound the strap-on in and out of the blonde slut's pussy. The bimbo's cries were music to her ears, and the way her hips bucked and her ass clenched with every thrust sent a wave of pleasure through the bound woman's body.
She watched as the blonde bimbo's pussy was pounded mercilessly, the fake cock slamming in and out of her. Her molten mind was fixated on the sight, and she felt a pang of jealousy at seeing the bimbo slut get fucked like that. A low moan of pleasure escaped her throat.
"That's a good bimbo doll," Princess Jaquie said, delivering another smack to Sylvia's ass as she drove the strap on deep. She slammed the fake cock into the bimbo, the force of her thrust sending Sylvia's ass bouncing off of her hips. "Such a good little slut."
"Thank you, Princess!" Sylvia gasped. Her whole body trembled as Princess Jaquie pounded her with the fake cock. "Thank you!"
"Such a good, dumb bimbo slut. So good at being fucked," Jaquie said. She slapped Sylvia's ass again and the bimbo squealed in pleasure. Her attention shifted to Sarah. "Isn't this wonderful, sweetie?"
Princess Jaquie stepped back, pulling the strap on from Sylvia's cunt, leaving her gasping and moaning on the table.
"Look at how beautiful she is. How gorgeous and happy and horny and stupid she is."
Jaquie smiled as she watched Sylvia squirm. She ran her fingers along the bimbo slut's smooth skin and traced a finger over the blonde's pussy.
"Mmmm, look at this perfect little pussy. So tight and wet and eager to be fucked." Princess Jaquie grinned at the bimbo's wiggling.
"You want to be like that too. And you are." Princess Jaquie walked to the chair and undid the bindings. Brushing along Sarah's cheeks she removed the gag again. "Why don't you get down to your knees, and worship my heels in celebration, bimbo doll."
The bimbo giggled at the suggestion, her head lolling about and a vacant grin spread over her face.
"Yes, Princess. I will." The bimbo climbed off the chair, dropping down onto the floor next to the table, kneeling in front of the princess's shoes. Her hands slid down to the floor and she crawled up to Princess Jaquie, licking her lips as she did.
"That's it," Jaquie said, running her fingers through Sarah's hair. "Just like that." She lifted one of her heels and placed the toe of it on Sarah's lips. "Worship my them."
Sarah leaned forward, kissing and nibbling on Princess Jaquie's heel, her lips brushing against the leather, her tongue licking and lapping at the shiny black shoe. "Ohhhh," she moaned, the taste and texture of it sending shivers down her spine.
Her cunt throbbed, her juices flowing freely down her legs, and she felt the overwhelming urge to touch herself, but instead, she focused all her attention on the heel in front of her, licking and sucking, her lips brushing against the smooth leather, her tongue swirling over it.
"Such a good little bimbo," Jaquie murmured. "Just keep worshipping those shoes and I'm sure you'll get exactly what you need. The pleasure of mindless obedience." Her hand slid through the bimbo's hair and pulled her closer to the heel. "Go on, worship them, and you can cum. Just like a dumb bimbo."
The bimbo gasped, the words sending a thrill of pleasure through her as she leaned forward and licked, sucked, kissed, and nuzzled the heel.
"Such a good bimbo." Princess Jaquie said. "You will make a wonderful addition to the harem. Once we get your body up to specs." Jaquie giggled.
For a moment, Sarah looked at her own breasts. They felt so small. So inadequate compared to what she knew they should look like.
"Yes," the bimbo moaned, "make them bigger." Her hands cupped her breasts and squeezed. "Make them as big as you can. Make them as big as you need them to be. Bigger. Bigger!"
"Yes, that's right," Jaquie purred, "such a good little bimbo. Now come and worship the other shoe, like the dumb, obedient bimbo doll you are," the princess whispered as she sat down. "You can't help it. You have to obey. That's what bimbos do."
"Yes, princess," Sarah said obediently. "Anything for you." The bimbo crawled forward and kissed Princess Jaquie's other heel.
Jaquie grinned as the bimbo slid her mouth over the heel and licked, sucked and nuzzled the shiny shoe. She watched as Sarah licked and kissed and slurped at it.
"Such a good bimbo," Jaquie murmured, stroking the girl's hair. Her other heel found Sarah's sopping cunt. She pressed the tip of the shiny leather against the bimbo's dripping lips. "You want to cum. You want to be a mindless little bimbo slut."
The words made Sarah shiver, the sound of the bimbo's gasping moan sending shivers down Jaquie's spine. She watched the bimbo's eyes widen and then narrow as the princess pressed her heel against her cunt, and she moaned.
"Yes, princess," the bimbo gasped, her voice thick and low. "I want to be a dumb little fucktoy. An empty-headed bimbo doll."
"Mmmm, that's it," Jaquie purred, her heel sliding up the bimbo's slick lips. She smiled at the groan that slipped from the bimbo's mouth. "Just another toy to be used and abused."
still obsessed with sapphic bimbos conditioning each other. taking turns with who wears the pretty pink headphones every night.
maybe it’s her turn to wear them tonight. i put them on her, lay her out on our bed, and watch happily as she listens.
watching her enter that blissful trance state we both love so much. watching her body respond automatically as the triggers flood her brain. giggling whenever i see her body freeze or go limp or spasm with pleasure. teasing her body gently, slowly, like she always loves to do with mine. laughing at her whenever she lets out those precious little uncontrollable moans. so deep in trance that she’s not even aware of how cute she looks.
then using all those triggers on her when she’s done listening to the files. dropping her dumber and deeper like the good girl she is. good girls make good girls, don’t they? keeping her in her trance long after the files end. popping her mind over, and over, and over again with just the snap of my fingers and a silly little word.
and all the while, knowing deep down that tomorrow night it’ll be my turn to turn my brain off. my turn to melt into a puddle of mindless moans and giggles. knowing that every little thing i do to her, every touch and trigger and pop and drop, she’ll do to me next.
because tomorrow night i’ll be wearing the pink headphones~
- Resists Puppy, Bug, Rat, Horror, Dragon, Demon, Were-; all those things make use of fear, and a knight does not falter
- Weak to Slime, Snake, Vampire, Witch, Clown (things that bypass armor, yes Clown's silliness lets them looney tunes their way around armor) as well as Sister, Princess, Goddess, Mommy, Angel, and Little (things that a knight will take orders from)
- Resisted by Sister, Princess, Fairy, Maid, Bunny, Goddess, Angel, Little, and Horse (all things a knight protects) as well as Vampire, Snake, and Fox (associated with guile, which is a knight's downfall)
- Super Effective vs Deer, Rat, Horror, Dragon, Demon, Were-, and Witch (things a knight hunts) as well as Nerd, Brat, Plush, and Pooltoy (things that lose to physical force)
... I'm going to stop before I spend an hour on this actually
you may be unwilling to spend hours of your life on this, but I am the best procrastinator to ever do it. I'll see you with a type chart in a couple of hours
strengths and resistances anyone? (spreadsheet link for higher res)
green is Super Effective, dealing 2x damage
red is Not Very Effective, dealing 1/2 damage
black is Immune, dealing 0 damage
empty is Neurtal, dealing normal damage
so as an Angel Knight type, I would take:
4x damage from Goddess and Handler
2x damage from Brat, Little, Princess, Fairy, Angel, Goth, Mommy, Fox, Clown, and Slut
1x damage from Knight, Robot, Maid, Sister, Doll, Gamer, Plushy, Deer, Nerd, Witch, Snake, Horror, Pool Toy, Plant, Cow, Elf, Fish, and Lizard
0.5x damage from Bird, Bug, Rat, Slime, Bunny, Horse, Pirate, and Alien
and 0.25x damage from Puppy, Kitty, Vampire, Dragon, Were-, Demon, and Spider.
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Sandra still couldn't believe Glynda had sold the company.
The thought had repeated itself so often over the past week that it had become almost rhythmic. Glynda had built this company. Glynda fought for this company. Glynda practically lived in this company.
And then she had handed it over.
To him.
Sandra tightened her grip on the folder under her arm as she crossed the office floor.
Chris.
Even thinking the name irritated her.
The man looked like every warning sign a professional organization should avoid. His wrinkled shirts, perpetually unkempt hair, and complete disregard for personal hygiene made Sandra wonder how he'd ever accumulated enough money to buy a vending machine, let alone an entire corporation.
The smell alone was enough to make her avoid the executive wing whenever possible.
Yet somehow he now owned the company.
Sandra's heels clicked sharply against the polished floor as she approached the executive offices.
Then she saw Glynda.
The sight made her stomach sink.
The woman sat at a small desk outside Chris' office, hands folded neatly in front of her. She wasn't working. Sandra wasn't even sure there was any work assigned to her anymore. She just sat there. Always smiling. The expression never seemed to leave her face.
Sandra hated it.
She remembered the old Glynda. The kind of woman who could silence a boardroom with a single glance.
The woman sitting outside Chris's office barely resembled that person anymore. Even her appearance had changed.
Gone were the practical suits and restrained professionalism. Now everything seemed brighter. Softer. More conspicuous. As though someone had taken every instinct Glynda once possessed and replaced it with an entirely different set.
Sandra slowed. For a brief moment she considered turning around. Then Glynda noticed her. The smile widened instantly.
"Oh!" Glynda giggled. Actually giggled. Sandra felt a chill run through her. The sound still felt wrong coming from her former boss.
"G-Go in," Glynda said cheerfully, panting heavily. "Chris is totally ready for you, Sandy."
Sandra froze. The old Glynda would have considered nicknames in the workplace unprofessional. Now she said it as though it were the most natural thing in the world.
Sandra stared at her.
The bright blue eyes staring back seemed oddly unfocused. As if Glynda's mind was occupied with something different. Something that needed all of her attention.
"What happened to you?" Sandra asked quietly.
For the briefest moment, something flickered across Glynda's expression. Then it vanished. The smile returned immediately.
"I'm doing great," Glynda replied. The answer came too quickly. As if she'd delivered it dozens of times before. Sandra felt her pulse quicken. Something was very wrong.
Chris sat waiting for her behind that door.
With a final uneasy glance at her former boss, Sandra reached for the handle and stepped into the office.
The smell hit her immediately.
The stench of stale smoke and alcohol. She had to force herself to keep from retching.
Sandra stepped into the dim light of Chris' office. He sat behind his desk, the same smug smirk plastered across his face that always seemed to be there. She resisted the urge to glare.
"Sandra," he greeted, his tone dripping with condescension. He gestured toward one of the empty chairs in front of his desk.
Sandra forced herself to smile. This man was still her superior, after all. "You called me, Sir," she said, trying to keep her voice level.
Chris leaned back. The leather of the chair creaked loudly beneath his weight, and Sandra noticed the dark, damp sweat stains spreading from the collar of his shirt to the underarms. He didn't seem bothered in the slightest, however, he just kept staring at her with the same amused look that she found so irritating.
"Take a seat, will you? I want to show you something." His voice oozed arrogance as if this were a command rather than an invitation. She fought back the urge to tell him to go to hell, instead nodding politely before walking over and sitting down in front of his desk. As soon as her bottom hit the seat, he grinned even wider. Her eyes flicked away, unable to stand the sight of him. They landed instead on his computer monitor. And what she saw there made her stomach twist into a knot.
Onscreen were pictures of Glynda, legs spread wide open and mouth agape in a lewd smile as she posed provocatively for whoever held the camera. She was dressed in nothing but skimpy lingerie, the fabric transparent and revealing everything beneath it. Her face, always so composed in meetings and negotiations, was contorted into a look of lustful desperation. The contrast between these photos and the professional woman she knew made Sandra's blood run cold.
"Beautiful, isn't she?" Chris remarked, noticing her gaze.
"That's disgusting," she replied, trying to sound calm even as revulsion rose within her throat.
"Disgusting?" He laughed. It was a cruel sound. "That's funny, coming from you."
Sandra felt her face heat up with anger. What the hell did he mean by that? Before she could respond, though, Chris turned his attention back to the computer screen.
"Let's be real, Sandra. You love seeing Glynda all wet and willing. You've fantasized about her. How she would look naked and moaning your name. Am I wrong?"
She didn't answer him, refusing to give him any satisfaction. But deep down she knew he had hit a nerve. Yes, she did sometimes think about her old boss like that. How could anyone not?
Glynda had curves and legs for days, full hips, round ass, perky breasts. And the serious attempts to hide some of that in professional clothing made the effect all the hotter.
And now this creep was staring at photos of her in skimpy underwear.
Chris continued, visibly enjoying Sandra's inner conflict, "It's always fun seeing the shy ones giving completely in. Just think about slapping those cheeks."
"Shut up!" Sandra shouted suddenly. Her face flushed as she glared daggers at him.
"Oh? Do I detect some anger there?" His smile grew even wider as he leaned forward over his desk and studied her intently like she was just another piece of meat he wanted to sample before buying.
"Do you want to punish me, Miss?"
She gritted her teeth, trying hard to stay composed under his scrutiny, "You're disgusting," she hissed again, her hands clenching into fists at her side.
"Disgusting? Me? You're the one who wants to fuck her brains out. You fantasize about bending her over your desk every day. Don't you?"
Her face burned hotter with every word. It wasn't true! Well, not completely. Maybe once or twice. But that wasn't the point! He had no right to talk to her like that!
"Stop talking about Glynda that way," Sandra said, her voice trembling slightly.
"Why should I? You think it, too. You just hide it behind those fake smiles and polite nods. You pretend you don't notice how sexy she is when you're around her. You act like you aren't imagining yourself taking her hard and fast. It's only natural. A dominant woman like you, Sandra, has needs. How else could you stand to follow your boss's orders all day, without an outlet?"
His words struck something deep within her core. Something primal that stirred within her chest like molten lead flowing through her veins.
Chris continued relentlessly as she stared back at him in silence. His tone became low and suggestive now, almost seductive as he went on: "Imagine how good it would feel to ram a strap-on into those vacant holes." His words sent a wave of disgust and desire washing through Sandra's body in equal measure, making it hard for her to focus. Chris continued to press on. "I'm sure you can imagine the pleasure. Every inch sliding deep inside her, stretching out that pretty little cunt of hers."
"Stop, stop this nonsense," Sandra replied breathlessly.
He grinned wickedly at her obvious discomfort but kept going nonetheless. "I've seen how you look at her ass when she walks by your office window, Sandra. It's cute how much you want to bury yourself inside her tight little butthole."
She was panting heavily now, feeling lightheaded as his words penetrated her ears and filled her head with images of Glynda's body bent over before her, inviting her to ravage her holes. She could practically hear the woman moaning in ecstasy beneath her as she thrust deep into the slut.
His stench and musk filled her nostrils. But the familiar disgust didn't come. Instead, a wave of pleasure rippled through Sandra at his scent, and she felt her nipples stiffen under her blouse. Her panties grew damp as arousal began to pool between her thighs, making her shift uncomfortably in her seat. She could smell the sweat coming off him in waves mixed with something tantalizing.
Chris seemed to sense this shift in Sandra's demeanor almost immediately and leaned closer towards her across the desk. "Come on now. You can't tell me you wouldn't love to hear those filthy screams coming out of her slutty little mouth. As you thrust and slap her ass. Making it jiggle and shake with every thrust. Fucking that bitch like a whore!"
Sandra gasped at his lewdness but found herself unable to deny the truth behind his words. Her body trembled with need at the mere thought of dominating Glynda like that, using her body to satiate her desires.
"You'd like that, wouldn't you? To see your former boss all fucked out like some cheap whore, groaning like an animal."
"Yes," She breathed shakily, her eyes half closed.
"That's right. Keep that image in the back of your mind. Focus on it. Don't let it go away. But listen, Sandra. I'm your boss. So you need to listen." His words sent shivers down Sandra's spine, sending her heart racing as the image of her fucking Glynda became a permanent resident of her mind. It was so real. She could almost feel Glynda's skin pressed up against hers.
"Now, listen closely, you hot little piece of ass," Chris said as he leaned forward even further until his face was mere centimeters away from hers. "I want you to imagine Glynda in a slutty little maid outfit, kneeling at my feet like a good little slut. Can you picture that?"
Sandra nodded mutely, unable to do anything else except listen to the man before her as her imagination filled in the blanks for what he described. "I'm sitting on a chair with my legs spread apart, watching as she wraps her plump lips around my long throbbing shaft." His words sent a jolt straight through Sandra's body and right between her thighs. "Can you see that?"
"Yes," She whispered hoarsely, her mind filled with vivid pictures of Chris's massive member disappearing inch after inch into Glynda's warm, wet mouth. "Her cheeks are bulging obscenely around its girth and her eyes are rolled upwards, glazed over in pleasure. She moans around the length, gagging on it as she bobs her head back and forth eagerly, slurping away at my cock like it's the most delicious thing she's ever tasted. And you know what is even better. You are there too. Packed in an even tighter maid costume. Your posture is stiff. Breasts and butt perfectly displayed. You rub my neck. Massaging and kissing me."
Chris grinned wickedly as he continued painting this erotic scene for her."You watch as she sucks my dick so beautifully, so eagerly, her lips stretching wide open around its thick base as she takes more and more of me inside her, her throat convulsing wildly around me."
Sandra moaned softly in response to his words: "I'm going to cum soon. My balls are swelling up with seed and Glynda knows it, she can feel it in her mouth and she sucks even harder, faster, desperate to taste my sweet cum. It makes your cunt throb."
Sandra's body was trembling with need at the images flashing through her head and her pussy ached painfully as she imagined Glynda's mouth wrapped around that massive cock, her tongue swirling over its veiny surface. She could almost smell the musk emanating from Chris's groin as he neared climax. Her body trembled as the images became more intense. "I'm so close," Chris breathed out shakily as he watched Sandra's reaction closely. "My whole body tenses up. Keep that image inside your mind, Sandra. Focus on it."
"Yes," Sandra whimpered breathlessly as she felt the orgasm building up within her, her clit pulsing in time with her heartbeat.
"That's it. Keep it in your mind. Put it beside your other fantasy. Let's keep it. It's now another permanent resident of your mind," Chris whispered as he leaned back in his seat, a satisfied smirk spreading across his face.
Sandra's eyes fluttered as she inhaled deeply. Her mind swam with pleasure and need. The fantasies he described filled the back of her mind. But she had to listen to Chris.
"I own this company," he said smugly. "You work for me." Sandra couldn't argue with that, despite her hatred of this man. He owned it all. And she was just an employee. Nothing more. "And that means, I'm responsible for your well-being. And you are so very grateful for my care."
"Yes, Sir," She answered without hesitation. "I am." And it was true. As much as Sandra loathed him, a part of her still felt thankful for everything he'd given them.
"Of course you are. Just think about Glynda's tongue between your thick thighs," he continued: "How good she is at eating that pussy."
The image came unbidden into her mind and she could see it clearly. "Oh yes," she gasped out.
"It's so hot, isn't it? To see your former boss like this? All slutty and submissive." He paused briefly to watch Sandra squirm in her seat before continuing. "You love watching her please us, don't you?"
"God, yes!" Sandra moaned as her hips bucked upwards off her chair involuntarily. "I love seeing her like this. All slutty and submissive."
"Obviously. A domme like you needs a slut between her legs. And she's the best, isn't she? So good at pleasing people." He smiled knowingly as he added, "Just imagine how nice her lips will feel wrapped around your hard little clit, licking away at your pussy until you come all over her face.
Sandra groaned softly as her eyes closed shut, imagining herself straddling Glynda's pretty face, grinding against it like some kind of animal.
"Can you picture her pretty face pressed against your cunt? Licking and sucking your juices like a hungry slut? That's exactly how it will be from now on." He leaned closer to her. "Your pussy is served all the time. Focus on that image. Keep it in mind. Make it another permanent resident."
"Yes," She gasped out shakily, nodding frantically. "Yes, yes, yes, yes."
"Perfect. Good girl, Sandra," Chris praised."You are a very good, obedient employee." His praise made her feel warm inside. Warm and happy. Listening to her boss felt so fucking good. His voice seemed to resonate with something deep within her core. Something primal and carnal that yearned desperately for his attention.
Sandra couldn't help herself but spread her legs wide apart. Her fingers twitched. Her panties were drenched with her arousal.
Chris watched Sandra with a triumphant grin plastered on his face. She was completely under his spell. "You work for me, don't you? I own the company, don't I?"
"God yes!" Sandra cried, her voice quivering slightly.
"That's right," he said, leaning back comfortably in his seat again. "I own everything. This company, Glynda, your cunt. It's all mine."
"Yes," she gasped, her breath catching as she felt another surge of pleasure wash over her, making her shudder uncontrollably. "All yours, Sir."
"That's good. Let me see what I own, Sandra," he ordered casually.
She immediately complied without thinking twice about it, spreading her legs even wider so that Chris could clearly see how wet her panties had gotten during their conversation.
"That's right. Just imagine how Glynda would look in your position."
She imagined how her former boss's pussy would look right now, all swollen, dripping wet and ready for use.
"Keep it, Sandra. It's now a permanent resident. Must be hard to think with all those fantasies inside your mind. Tell me Sandra, what is your purpose in my company." Chris inquired.
"My purpose?" She asked. Thoughts came slowly as they tried to move around the images clogging up her mind.
"What you are supposed to do, slut," Chris clarified. His voice was harsh and commanding, sending shivers through Sandra. She tried to think about anything. But all she could think about was Glynda beneath her or her boss. Fucking.
"Answer," Chris demanded.
Sandra swallowed. Her eyes locked with his for just a few seconds. But that was enough. His gaze bored into her like nothing else before, piercing through every defense mechanism and resistance tactic that might have otherwise kept him out. His intense stare seemed almost hypnotic, drawing Sandra deeper under his influence until finally he spoke again.
"What is your purpose, whore," Chris repeated.
"I don't know," Sandra responded meekly. Her voice was barely audible, yet still loud enough that anyone listening could hear her speak without straining too hard.
"That's right. You don't know. Obviously. You are so obsessed with sex. Be real. I tell you my cock is deep in Glynda's ass and you can only think of one thing."
Sandra's face flushed red with embarrassment as her cheeks heated up at the image that immediately popped into her head at his words. She could see him thrusting roughly into her friend's tight little butthole, making her scream in pain and pleasure at each violent motion he made. "It would hurt her so good," she gasped out.
"Keep it. Permanent resident." He smiled as he added, "Now let me help you. I'm a nice guy. And you are my property, aren't you?" He asked smugly. "You have to be obedient and loyal to your owner, don't you?"
"Yes," she answered without hesitation. Her eyes were locked onto his. The way they twinkled when he smiled. She felt like she could melt in those eyes forever if given half a chance.
"That's right. You obey me. That's your job. No need to think at all. Keep your mind on your fantasies."
"Yes, Sir."
"Good, good. Now listen carefully. Your cunt needs cock, doesn't it? You want to be filled. Used."
She nodded vigorously. The thought sent a jolt of excitement straight down between her legs where she could feel the wetness pooling even further.
Chris leaned closer until their faces almost touched. "Your purpose is to take a big fat dick in your tight little hole whenever your boss desires. To be obedient and loyal to him. To please him and serve him with enthusiasm. And most importantly to spread your legs wide apart when ordered to do so by him. That's it. That's what you need to know about your purpose. Simple."
"Yes," she gasped, feeling her clit pulse in time with her racing heart.
"And when not in use, you become a cruel bitch. You love to degrade and humiliate my other toys. Especially your old friends. You want to force them down. You love watching them struggle. Seeing them grovel before you."
Sandra whimpered softly, unable to think. She could already picture how her friends would look kneeling at her feet, begging to lick her feet clean while waiting for her boss to fuck her senseless. She would mock their desperation. She would degrade and humiliate them. She would enjoy seeing them squirm.
Chris' words echoed in her head. His voice resonated deep within her core, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her entire body.
"You want to degrade your old friend, don't you?" He asked, watching Sandra's reaction intently. "To see how far she will go just because you ordered it? How deep her devotion runs? Don't lie, whore, it turns you on. You are an obedient bitch. A good little slut."
She couldn't deny the truth of his words, no matter how much she hated him for saying them. "Yes," she breathed heavily. Her clit pulsed with need. "Yes, I want to degrade her, humiliate her, and make her suffer."
Chris smirked triumphantly. "You are a cruel, cold bitch. And that turns me on so much." His voice was thick and heavy with desire, sending another wave of pleasure through Sandra's body.
"God, yes," she whispered breathlessly. "But the moment you smell my glorious musk, you become a well behaving pet. You need a strong leader. Your obedience makes your pussy throb. It turns you on to surrender completely."
"Yes, Sir." Her voice trembled slightly. The idea of being dominated by this man was intoxicating. Her entire body yearned desperately to submit to his will. She felt so vulnerable before him. Weak. Powerless.
Chris leaned back in his seat once more, enjoying the way Sandra's eyes followed his every move.
"Now that I've explained what your purpose is. I think I should get a reward. Sandra get over here and suck me off."
She obeyed instantly without even thinking about what she was doing or why she was doing it. Sandra crawled across the floor towards Chris' chair, kneeling between his spread legs as she reached up to unbuckle his belt before sliding down his zipper.
Her hand slipped into the open fly of Chris' pants, grasping the warm, throbbing length within her grasp and gently pulling it out so that it stood proudly before her face. His erect four inches looked so massive.
Sandra licked her lips hungrily. Her tongue flicked out briefly against the swollen tip of his cock. A loud moan escaped Chris' throat. "Yes, that's it, slut. Keep going."
She smiled up at him, her eyes gleaming with lust. Her lips parted slowly, wrapping around his shaft and engulfing his entire member in a single motion. Her tongue lapped along his length as her mouth began bobbing up and down on his thick member. Chris gasped loudly, his hands grabbing her hair roughly, guiding her head further onto his cock. She nuzzled deeply into his crotch, wanting to fill her throat with him. The scent of his musk filled her nostrils. The taste of his precum coated her tongue, mixing deliciously with the saltiness of her saliva. She moaned loudly as her lips wrapped tightly around his throbbing organ. His hips bucked upwards, pushing deeper into her mouth, forcing more of his length down her eager, waiting gullet.
Sandra gagged slightly at first as Chris forced himself further into her, but soon got used to the feeling. Her pussy was dripping wet, juices running freely from her pussy and coating the floor beneath her knees.
"Oh fuck, Sandra!" He growled through clenched teeth, his eyes rolling backwards as his entire body shook violently with pleasure. Sandra could feel the pressure building inside of him as his cock swelled and pulsated at the entrance of her throat, the throbbing becoming stronger with every passing moment. "Yes, that's right! Suck your master off, whore!"
His hips bucked upwards, pushing deeper into her throat. She felt herself suck harder, so his massive member touched every inch of her mouth. She knew, it had to be her distracted mind that made it feel small.
Chris groaned loudly as his cock erupted in a powerful orgasm, filling Sandra's eager, waiting mouth completely full of warm semen. She swallowed greedily, relishing the taste and feeling of her boss' seed coating the back of her throat. It tasted salty sweet and slightly bitter all at once. Her tongue lapped hungrily against his shaft, savoring the flavor and texture as it mixed with her saliva.
When she was done swallowing the last drop of his ejaculate, she pulled back from his softening cock, releasing it from between her swollen lips with a loud pop.
Breathing heavily, Chris settled back into his chair.
"Good work, bitch. Now go. Play with Glynda or something," He dismissed her with a wave of his hand, his cock already limp again as he tucked himself away.
"Yes, Sir." She rose to her feet slowly. Her mind was spinning wildly as she left his office, but she couldn't deny how aroused she felt after servicing him. Her cunt ached desperately for attention and she knew just who could provide it.
Glynda greeted Sandra as she emerged from behind Chris' door. She was still sitting there behind her desk. Still smiling that empty, mindless grin that made Sandra shudder.
"Bitch," she said, her voice cold and commanding, her eyes narrowing in anger at her friend. Glynda shivered, her lips parting in submission. Sandra felt a thrill run through her as Glynda's eyes dropped to the floor.
"What are you doing?" She demanded. Glynda looked confused.
"Just sitting," She mumbled, not daring to look at Sandra.
"Are you fucking stupid? Look at me," Sandra commanded, and Glynda obeyed instantly, turning towards her former subordinate. Sandra felt a rush of power surge through her as she looked down at her friend's blank, docile face. "Who gave you permission to slack off, slut. My cunt is dripping, whore."
"I'm sorry," Glynda whispered, her voice trembling slightly as she lowered her head again.
"You should be. Bitch," Sandra spat out angrily, stepping forward until she stood directly in front of Glynda. "Get on your knees, slut," She ordered. Her tone was harsh and dominating, and Glynda quickly obeyed. She fell to her hands and knees before Sandra, her body shaking with anticipation. Sandra reached out, grabbing hold of Glynda's long blonde hair tightly, yanking her head upward roughly. Glynda gasped loudly as she looked up into Sandra's dark eyes.
"Get to work, slut. Maybe if you are good I will film you masturbating," Sandra hissed angrily, pressing herself firmly against the other woman, forcing Glynda's head between her legs. Sandra could smell her own arousal on the air as she spread her legs wide apart. She pushed Glynda's face into her crotch, rubbing it against the soaked fabric of her panties.
"Yes mistress," Glynda moaned happily, leaning into the touch eagerly, nuzzling her face against Sandra's damp panties. Sandra gasped loudly, closing her eyes as she felt the heat from Glynda's tongue licking along her pussy through the material. Glynda began kissing her pantie covered mound, tasting her musky juices. The feeling sent shivers running through Sandra's entire body.
"That's it, whore," She moaned, pushing harder on the back of Glynda's head, forcing her to take more of her pussy. "Get that tongue working. Lick your superior's pussy. Show me you are worth keeping as a toy."
Glynda obeyed eagerly, licking and sucking at the wet spot on Sandra's underwear. Eager she pushed the ruined fabric aside. She ran her tongue along Sandra's swollen lips, teasing the sensitive folds. Sandra groaned, bucking her hips as she gripped Glynda's hair tightly, keeping her in place.
The blonde's mouth was hot, and Sandra felt the blood rushing through her veins. She could feel the wetness between her legs growing more intense as Glynda's tongue explored her depths. Her pussy throbbed in anticipation of what was coming next.
"Fucking slut," She hissed angrily, pushing harder against her former friend, "you like this, don't you? Being used by me. You bitch."
Glynda whimpered, her body trembling beneath Sandra. "Please," she whispered, looking up into Sandra's eyes. Unfocused emptiness reflected unfocused dominance. Sandra smirked, her lips curling up into a wicked grin. She knew exactly how to deal with her little pet. "Go ahead, beg," she commanded.
Glynda nodded obediently, licking her mistress's pussy again. "Please," she mumbled softly. "Please let me taste your sweet cum, mistress. I need to taste it so bad." Her voice quivered as she spoke, but her tone remained subservient.
"You want my pussy juices, slut," Sandra moaned loudly, her fingers tangling in the blonde's hair as she pushed her closer towards her center. "Then, make me cum."
Glynda moaned, her mouth already eagerly devouring Sandra's pussy. Her tongue slid deep into her wet slit, licking her inner walls, tasting her delicious juices. Sandra shuddered, her body shaking with pleasure.
"Yes! That's right! Eat my fucking cunt! Make me cum! Fucking slut! Show me how much of a worthless fuck toy you are!" Sandra cried out, pulling hard at Glynda's hair. Glynda whimpered in pain but didn't stop eating out her superior. She lapped hungrily at the other woman's clitoris, teasing her swollen clit between her lips. She sucked and licked greedily, slurping loudly, her tongue flicking over Sandra's sensitive nub.
Sandra could feel the orgasm building up within her. Her entire body shook with need as her cunt clenched tightly around Glynda's probing tongue.
"Fuck! I'm gonna cum!" Sandra shouted, her voice shaking with pleasure. Her pussy contracted forcefully around Glynda's tongue, milking every last drop of pleasure she could get from the other woman. Her juices gushed forth in a powerful torrent, flooding Glynda's face. The blonde moaned loudly, eagerly lapping at her mistress' juices as she drank deeply of Sandra's essence. "Fuck! Oh god yes!" Sandra cried out, bucking her hips violently as an orgasm ripped through her body, sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout her entire being.
Glynda licked and sucked at Sandra's pussy, her mouth filled with the other woman's sweet, salty taste. Sandra groaned as she felt the blonde continue to service her even after her climax had subsided, her tongue probing deep inside her sensitive folds.
"Oh, god," Sandra sighed, finally pulling away from Glynda's eager mouth. She reached out, grabbing a handful of Glynda's long blonde locks, yanking hard, forcing the woman's head backward roughly. "You are a dirty little whore," Sandra spat, looking down at Glynda. "Nothing more than a relieve dispenser."
"Thank you, mistress," Glynda murmured softly, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment and shame.
"You're welcome, slut," Sandra responded coldly, releasing her grip on Glynda's hair, watching as she slumped to the ground, exhausted.
"Please let me cum, mistress," Glynda pleaded weakly, her voice trembling.
Sandra laughed cruelly, shaking her head in disbelief at how quickly her former boss had fallen to the level of a worthless whore. "I don't think I will, bitch. This is your punishment for never giving me even the smallest notion of sexual attention."
Glynda shivered and moaned.
"Oh, is that hot? Being denied like that, bitch?" Sandra's cruel smile widened as she watched her former boss squirm and writhe on the floor in front of her.
"Yes, Mistress. It is so hot," Glynda moaned softly, her eyes unfocused, and her face flushed red with shame and arousal. "It's humiliating, and degrading, but it makes me so wet."
"That's good to hear. Maybe if you are a good bitch, I'll allow you to hump the air while working." She laughed cruelly, leaning down and patting Glynda on the cheek.
With a satisfied sway in her hips, Sandra stalked back to her desk. She loved what had happened to the company since that dumb bitch Glynda sold it to her new boss Chris.
She couldn't wait for the other sluts to have their talks with him.
