#bekahbarber

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My muse has given your muse an aphrodisiac. With every thrust of my muse’s cock, your muse loses a memory. Send ‘lost memories’ to see how much my muse makes your muse lose themselves~

Sabrina wasn't too big on political prisoners, but that was the only way to deal with her power being challenged. She had managed to capture Bekah, their little leader, and kept her locked away for weeks. But, Sabrina was tired of the mundane little torments and she needed a clear symbol. She had Bekah tied to the bed, using her magic to pulse her body with an aphrodisiac. "Don't worry, dear... All the suffering will be over soon." She smirked, stepping forward and teasing Bekah with the strap. Sabrina wanted it to be slow, wanting Bekah to process the loss of her memories as she fucked her. She slid inside the woman slowly, starting to fuck her as the days fell away. Eventually, Bekah lost the weeks of torment. Sabrina went slow, wanting Bekah to know she was losing her memories piece by piece until there was nothing left but a blank slate to be molded.

Bekah didn't really know how Sabrina had found her, but that concern vanished in the face of the torment that the queen had been putting her through for... weeks now maybe? Time was hard to keep track of when you couldn't see a clock or the sun. The only change of pace was when she woke up tied to a far more comfortable bed than she had been on in a long time. She moaned weakly as the aphrodisiac rushed through her, turning her on in an instant. "F-Fuck off." She muttered trying to sound strong, despite her moans of arousal. Bekah's eyes widened in a mix of fear and pleasure as the strap slid into her and Sabrina began fucking her. "W-What are you doing?!" She whimpered, trying to figure out why the last few days were getting hard to remember.

Sabrina smirked, chuckling lightly as she slowly fucked Bekah. She knew what she was doing, going slow to give Bekah time to recognize that her memories were fading. "Shh, shh… It'll all be over soon. All the hurt, all the thinking and fighting." She wasn't stupid, knowing that the rebels needed their fearless leader. Sabrina needed a clear symbol that the rebellion was over and what was better than reducing their leader to a mindless pet. As the days slowly left her memory, Sabrina leaned down close so they were chest to chest. "I want you to feel every memory leave… I want you to know that you're going to be my trophy. I'm going to fuck you for all of Hell to see and you're going to destroy your little rebellion for me." Sabrina kissed Bekah hard, maintaining her slow pace inside her. "And, eventually… As those memories fade away, you'll beg for it. While I still let you speak, at least…"

Bekah's shook her head, trying to maintain her tough outer shell. "Y-You'll never win." She spat, even as her time in captivity continued to fade away. "I'm not a trophy and even if I fall someone else will take up the mantle." She had more to say but she was silenced by Sabrina's kiss, unable to stop herself from moaning into it. "I'll... never beg..."

"Y-You've been showing it off?" Bekah whimpered softly, not remembering a camera or anything that would record what was happening to her. The panic was clear on her face as more and more memories faded away from her. The memories with the strongest emotional ties seemed to vanish faster. "Y-Your highness?" She asked in confusion.

She nodded, lightly tapping Bekah's nose. "Of course… Torture is pointless if it isn't on full display. You didn't think we were only doing this because it's so fun, did you? I've been very public about your suffering, dear girl… Why do you think it's been so quiet since your capture? All of Hell is afraid to so much as breathe over the line." She watched the confusion fall on Bekah's face, petting her hair as she fucked her a bit faster. "Shh, sweet girl… You're alright. Let it all fade away. Let everything fade away and beg for more."

"Y-You've been torturing me?" Bekah asked in confusion, gasping and moaning as Sabrina continued to fuck her. "I... I don't understand... H-Hell is quiet?" More and more memories faded away as pleasure took over her expression. "L-Let everything fade..." She nodded.

Sabrina knew it would start happening faster as she kept gaining speed. "Shh… Don't worry about anything. You don't need to understand anything anymore. Isn't that so nice? You just get to be my good girl. Doesn't being my good girl feel so nice?" She watched pleasure overtake confusion, knowing that she'd progressed past all of Bekah's hatred for her and her position as queen. The girl was going to be a complete blank slate soon enough, leaving a perfectly moldable plaything.

Bekah nodded weakly, quivering in pleasure as she listened to Sabrina. "Yeah... it's so nice." She hummed moaning in pleasure. Her hatred for Sabrina was long faded away. In what remained of her mind was perfectly content with her queen.

She lightly groped Bekah's breast as she kissed her roughly. "Such a good girl... Show me how well-behaved you are." Sabrina ran her hand over Bekah's thighs where they were bound to her ankles, halting her hips with the toy buried into her. "Beg for it, like the good little whore you are." She wanted the domination of making Bekah beg after she swore that she wouldn't, remaining still to keep her right there.

Bekah moaned eagerly into the kiss, trying to arch her back as Sabrina groped her breast. "I'm a good girl..." She gasped happily, before realizing that Sabrina stopped fucking her. "I'm... N-no?" She whimpered though she didn't understand why she didn't want to beg. "I'm a good whore?"

Sabrina laughed, tapping Bekah's nose lightly. "Certainly doesn't sound like you are." She pinched Bekah's nipple, slapping her across the face. "Still too much personality... That's alright, I'll fuck all that out of you." She reached up, clamping her hand over Bekah's mouth to keep her quiet as she started roughly pounding the toy inside her. Sabrina kept going until Bekah was making enough noise behind her hand that she felt it was a good point to stop and let the poor whore try to beg again. "Anything you wanna say to me now, slut?"

Bekah recoiled slightly at the slap, even as she moaned from her nipple being pinched. "W-What?" She stammered, falling silent as Sabrina's hand clamped over her mouth, eyes rolling back again as the fucking continued. It didn't take long until the only noises she was making were moans, babbling weakly as Sabrina's hand pulled away. "P-Please?"

She gripped Bekah's chin as she spoke, pressing against her firmly. "Please what, whore? I want to hear you beg like the pretty little whore you are." Sabrina ran her free hand down Bekah's curves and along her bound leg. "Convince me that you're worth it... I'm not wasting my time, am I? I'd hate to be wasting so much energy on a whore who can't learn her place." Sabrina wanted to make her beg, to make her humiliate herself. She wanted to broadcast that sound throughout all of Hell just so everyone knew what became of the leader of their little rebellion.

Bekah shook her head as rapidly as she could despite Sabrina gripping her chin. "I'm a good whore... I can learn my place!" She begged, every ounce of personality gone. "Please don't stop fucking me? I need to be a good little whore for you Your Highness." She whined needily.

Sabrina smirked, keeping her grip tight on both her chin and her ass as she completely pulled out of her. This was perfect and she would enjoy this version of Bekah a bit longer. "You don't seem nearly needy enough, whore... I can edge you for days, maybe that will teach you how to beg properly." She pulled away completely, moving so the dildo ran along Bekah's body before smacking against her face. Sabrina completely ignored Bekah, digging through a box to find a vibrating toy. Using a rope between her legs and anchored around her waist, she pressed it inside her and turned it on. The toy got her right to the edge before turning off, making Sabrina smirk down at Bekah. "Time for a show..."

With a quick puff of smoke, Bekah was transported. She was mounted to the front of the castle on a little pedestal for all of Hell to see. Her wrists were bound behind her head, keeping her arms up. Her ankles were bound to her thighs, keeping her legs spread so her pussy was on display. Sabrina floated in front of Bekah, looking her up and down. "You stay here until I believe you... Give all of Hell a good show, whore." She gripped Bekah's chin, ensuring she had her full attention. "Once you beg, I'll fuck you stupid. I'll fuck every thought out of your useless head." Sabrina vanished, returning to her castle and the comforts of being a queen that was effectively squashing a rebellion.

Bekah let out a whine as Sabrina pulled out of her. "Please I can do better! I know how to beg..." She pleaded, not even caring that the dildo was smacked against her face. She let out a whine as the vibrator was slid into her, spasming slightly as it turned on and brought her to the edge. "A-A show?" She babbled in confusion. She squeezed her eyes shut for a moment as Sabrina teleported her, the sudden light stinging her eyes. She groaned slightly in discomfort as she took in how she was bound, spasming and moaning in pleasure as the toy continued to work. "I'm a good little whore..." She babbled, nodding slightly at her order.

Sabrina let the toy edge her for hours, wanting to reduce the little rebel leader to a babbling whore begging for more. She wanted to fuck the last of Bekah's brain out as the woman begged for it for all of Hell to see. Sabrina replayed Bekah swearing that she would never beg right next to the footage of the current babbling mess mounted on the front of the castle. "Such a lovely sound..."

This was a form of torture. Sabrina was not done destroying her enemy so that she could be reborn as her little pet. She needed to humiliate and destroy Bekah first to make sure that she was a proper example for the rest of her little rebellion. Sabrina watched and edged Bekah from the comfort of her luxurious bed, eventually appearing before her in an astral form. "Babble your pretty little pleas, whore... I want all of Hell to watch you crumble, watch you beg to be ruined and reborn as my little pet."

Bekah couldn't recognize anyone who was watching her as she babbled about how much of a good whore she would be for Sabrina, but people certainly recognized her as several members of her rebellion ran from the area in fear. Bekah's eyes lit up as Sabrina appeared before her, nodding eagerly. "Please! I'm a good little whore for you! I want to be ruined! I need to be reborn! I'll do anything!" She begged wildly, not caring who heard or how humiliating it was supposed to be to her.

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"Am I pretty yet?" From Bekah to Cheryl Blossom)

Cheryl looked down at her assistant, shrugging. “You look much better. If you’re going to work for me, I can’t have you coming in here looking like trash.” She looked down at the woman, waving her away. “Now, shoo. Go bring me my coffee and messages.” 

Cheryl was a smart woman, powerful and wealthy. She’d taken her family’s little syrup business and turned it into a real business, but that money had gone into creating tech. Billion-dollar, globally successful tech. Her family hadn’t recognized her genius and she was free to truly bloom without them. Cheryl had rather easily added some tech to her little assistant during their little makeover, claiming that the light pain from inserting the chip was from an earring getting caught. 

When Bekah returned, Cheryl hit a button on her remote control to force the woman to freeze. Once Bekah was frozen, Cheryl walked over to her, slowly stripping away her clothes and kissing her unresponsive lips. “Yes, you’re much prettier now…”

“I’m sorry Miss Blossom.” Bekah murmured softly, nodding slightly in understanding.  She was grateful for the opportunity to work for such a powerful woman and company, willing to do whatever it took to stay in Cheryl’s good graces.  Including the makeover since she looked like trash.  “Of course Miss Blossom. Right away Miss Blossom.” She said quickly, rushing out of the room to retrieve her coffee and messages. “Here you...” The blonde trailed off as her body froze up, the last image registering in the blonde’s mind being Cheryl pointing a remote at her.  She felt her clothing being stripped away from her but was otherwise unable to do anything.

Cheryl smirked at the frozen woman in front of her, putting the things in her hands on the desk before removing her clothes slowly. She started with her shirt, lifting the woman’s arms to slide it over her head. Putting her arms back down, Cheryl removed her bra and looked at the woman’s bare chest. She groped the woman’s chest, sucking on her nipples until they hardened under her attention. “Such a pretty little doll, aren’t you?” She knew the woman couldn’t answer, simply moving the woman to bend her over the desk. She removed her pants and underwear, stepping up behind her to teasingly slide her fingers along her pussy. After a few minutes, Cheryl finally slid a finger inside of her, starting to fuck the woman with her fingers. “I wonder if my new doll is as new and unused as she looks. Cheryl pulled away from the woman, walking to the other side of her desk to unfreeze her. The remote called it ‘play’ and ‘pause’ like Bekah was a DVD player rather than a person. She smiled at Bekah as she unpaused the woman, looking at her pointedly. “Are you a virgin? Bekah, pay attention.” She snapped her fingers at the dazed woman, gesturing for her to answer quickly. “Yes or no.” 

Bekah wanted to moan as Cheryl began to grope and suck her breasts, feeling her nipples harden under her teasing.  She could feel her body move towards the desk and get bent over.  She wanted to react as Cheryl began to fuck her.  She slowly blinked as the other woman unpaused her, recoiling slightly at the snapping.  “N-No Miss Blossom.” She stammered, confused as to where the question came from.  “Why does that matter?”

She clicked pause again, standing from behind her desk. “I just wanted to know how easy I needed to be with you…” Cheryl smirked as she cleaned off her desk and pulled Bekah onto it. She bent the woman onto all fours on the desk, pressing her head down against the desk and spreading her legs wide to completely expose her holes. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll start slow.” She started to tease Bekah’s holes, fingers teasing and working open her pussy as her tongue worked her asshole. 

Bekah felt her body freeze once again, unaware of what Cheryl was doing to her.  Once again she felt her body moving but was helpless to react as her boss posed her like a doll, pressing her head against the desk.  She wanted to groan in discomfort as her legs were spread wide, and wanted to moan as Cheryl began teasing her holes, but her voice was missing.

Cheryl played with Bekah’s pussy, getting it wet and open before sliding a thin vibrator inside her assistant. Once that was done, Cheryl focused on her asshole. She lubed the holes, using her tongue and fingers to work it open. She slowly slid a small plug inside her ass, kissing the woman’s ass cheek. 

She watched her pussy react to the vibrator, playing with her clit and letting the woman get close to an orgasm before stopping. She did this for an hour, edging her little doll and knowing that she could do nothing to stop it. She dressed Bekah, leaving the small plug inside her asshole and placing her back on the desk in the same position. Cheryl sat in her chair again, clicking ‘play’ on the remote and hiding the remote. “Bekah, what the hell do you think you’re doing on my fucking desk?!” She wondered how much the woman would recognize the fact that she’d been edged for an hour or that there was a little plug inside her asshole, wanting to see just how much she understood what had happened.

Bekah wanted to react to every tease and push that Cheryl put her body through.  Wanted to moan as the vibrator was pushed into her, and wanted to groan as the plug was pushed into her ass.  The blonde wanted to whimper and moan and beg as Cheryl pushed her to the edge for an hour.  Bekah really wanted to scream at the woman as she was dressed and put back onto the desk.   Unfortunately as she blinked slowly coming to again, all of those emotions vanished, replaced with confusion.  She was just as confused as to why she was on Cheryl’s desk as the redhead was. Eyes wide in horror, Bekah quickly got off of her desk, and straightened her clothes slightly, walking awkwardly due to the plug.   “Um... I-I don’t know what came over me Miss Blossom...” She apologized, panting heavily and squirming in place as her body reacted to having been edged for an hour.  Her mind on the other hand couldn’t even register it.  “I must have... blacked out for a moment?” She offered weakly.

“Well, don’t let it happen again.” Cheryl said coldly. She nodded, standing up and walking over to Bekah. “You don’t look well, Bekah. Do you think you’re coming down with something?” Her tone had changed, faking concern for her assistant.  She knew exactly what was wrong with the woman, but she didn’t want to overplay her hand. “Here, I’ll have my driver take you home. You shouldn’t be worried about germs from that miserable bus you take.”

She called her driver, telling him to pull around and take Bekah home. “You go home and rest. Tell him where you live, he’ll get you home safely and into bed. If you’re still sick tomorrow, do not come in. I will not have you breathing toxic air in my presence.” She walked Bekah to her personal elevator that nobody else was allowed to touch, smirking as she clicked the remote to ‘pause’ Bekah once again. She halted the elevator, pressing Bekah against the wall. She made the woman lean against the wall with her ass stuck out, offering her holes to Cheryl. Pulling her pants and underwear down around her knees, she smirked as she saw the plug inside of her. Cheryl spanked the woman’s ass, grabbing a small bullet vibrator to edge her once again. She stopped the moment Bekah got close, sliding the small vibrator into her pocket and pulling the other woman’s pants back on. Cheryl stepped back as if nothing had happened, ‘unpausing’ Bekah and reaching out for her once the elevator was moving again. “Hey. Are you alright? You almost fell.”

“No, it will never happen again Miss Blossom.” Bekah promised with a nod. She frowned slightly at her comment about coming down with something.  “I-I didn’t think I was...” She mumbled as Cheryl walked her to the elevator.  “I... Yes Miss Blossom.” She mumbled in understanding, before falling completely still again as she was paused.  The blonde wanted to gasp as she was pressed against the cold wall of the elevator, to shiver as her pants and underwear was pulled to her knees.  She tried to moan as Cheryl put a bullet vibrator against her to edge her once again.  When she came to after being unpaused, she as grateful for Cheryl’s arm around her.  “I feel really weak...” Bekah mumbled, gently rubbing her legs together.  “M-Maybe I am coming down with something...”

Cheryl nodded, pulling Bekah closer to her and supporting her weight. “Alright, that is it. I’m getting you in that car and you are going home. I’ll even walk you up to your apartment.” She didn’t know much about Bekah’s home life, just knowing that she had some shitty little apartment. But, Bekah’s life was going to change as Cheryl kept this going. She’d work slowly, but surely. Bekah would be hers completely, even without the tech, in due time. 

She got Bekah into the car, having her tell the driver where to go. Once they were there, Cheryl grimaced in disgust at the building. She took Bekah up to her apartment, refusing to let Bekah even open the door. Cheryl got her assistant into bed, tucking her in. “Go to sleep. Rest.” She turned out the light, leaving Bekah in the bedroom and swiping her apartment key from the table in the living room on her way out. She’d make copies and return later for Bekah. With her safely in her home, Cheryl had some plans to see what else she could do with Bekah.

Bekah didn’t fight Cheryl’s aid into the car but was a bit surprised when she got into the limo as well.  “I can get into my apartment Miss Blossom...” She mumbled, weakly arguing as Cheryl helped in to her apartment.  “R-Really... you didn’t need to do all this...” She trailed off, as sleep overtook her, even before Cheryl had made it to the living room.

Bekah’s arguments all fell on deaf ears, since Cheryl knew damn well that the woman wasn’t sick. She was simply looking for an excuse to get the key and keep Bekah inside. Cheryl had the driver take her home, taking taxis to a department store to copy the key. She had a backpack now, full of things to use on her new toy. Cheryl returned to the apartment, feeling her skin crawl. Public transportation, department stores, and this sad apartment. She was honestly starting to think that she was doing Bekah a favor by getting her out of all that. Cheryl went to Bekah’s room, using the remote to ‘pause’ her. “You’re lucky you’re so pretty…” She pulled the blanket off of her, removing her clothes and smirking as she saw the plug still inside her ass. “Well, since you didn’t even notice that one, you must be ready for a bigger one.” She removed the small plug, lubing and prepping her asshole before sliding a medium-sized toy inside her asshole. Cheryl spread Bekah’s legs wide, lapping at her pussy and starting to fuck her with her fingers. She eventually slid another vibrator inside her, this one closer to a medium-sized cock rather than the thin one from before. Cheryl grabbed the remote, hitting the volume button up to allow her to quietly make noise. “I want to hear you moan for me… Maybe after a few hours of edging, I can even get you to beg for it.”

Bekah tossed and turned weakly, in her bed, trying to sleep her sickness away.  “Hello?” She called out weakly hearing her front door open.  “Who’s there?”  She tried to sit up with a look of confusion.  “Miss Blos...” She trailed off as she froze, falling back onto her bed.   She could feel Cheryl move her around, stripping her her. Wanting to gasp as Cheryl pulled the plug out of her ass, the blonde wanted to groan as the larger toy slid into her.  Her mouth opened as Cheryl turned the volume up starting to moan quietly, wishing she could quiver.

Cheryl smirked up at Bekah as she started to moan, licking at her clit to provide the woman with more pleasure. “Remember what I said about you missing work tomorrow?” She chuckled softly, standing up to grab the bag she’d brought. “You definitely won’t be coming to work… You won’t be cumming at all.” Cheryl grabbed the ropes from her bag, starting to tie up her assistant’s frozen body. She tied her arms to the headboard above her head. She tied Bekah’s thighs to the bed frame underneath her, her ankles bound to the legs of her bed frame to keep them spread open. She climbed over Bekah’s bound and frozen body, sliding a ballgag in her mouth and locking it in place. “You look absolutely fucking delicious… So much prettier bound up for me.” Cheryl switched the toy inside of her for a regular medium-sized dildo, wanting to keep Bekah’s holes full. She tied a hitachi vibrator to the woman’s thighs, turning it on and setting the timer to be on for fifteen minutes and off for thirty. She wanted her assistant edged, writhing on the bed for her. Cheryl put a small camera in a wall hanging across from the bed, knowing that Bekah wouldn’t notice it. “Sadly… This is goodbye for a bit. I’ll be back to release you for breakfast tomorrow.” Cheryl left Bekah on the bed, closing the door before ‘unpausing’ her.

Bekah continued to moan as Cheryl began to lick her clit, barely registering what her boss was saying.  Her limbs easily moved under Cheryl’s grip stretching out the blonde's body as her arms were bound above her head and her legs bound spread out.   Other than the moans there was no sign she was reacting to the vibrator, lips parting easily as the ballgag was locked in place.   The secretary’s moans were muffled by the ballgag but were still noticeable as the hitachi was tied against her.  She blinked slowly, as she came to again.  Her eyes widened in horror at her predicament moaning and struggling to get out of her binds.  By morning she lay there helpless, tears running down her cheeks, breathing raggedly and the room stunk of her arousal.

Cheryl had watched a lot of Bekah’s torment from a tablet in the comfort of her home. She knew the state that Bekah was in before even returning for her. Cheryl ‘paused’ Bekah again, untying her and removing all the toys from her body. She left her assistant naked in her bed, clicking ‘play’ once she was on the other side of the door and hiding away in the living room closet with her bag full of goodies. She wanted Bekah to eat something, knowing the woman was likely starving after a night of edging. Cheryl had left a dozen bagels on the kitchen counter for her, wanting to be sure the woman had food.

Bekah’s weak struggle ceased immediately as Cheryl paused her again, limbs relaxing slightly as they were untied.  She blinked a few times as she was unpaused, bolting upright nervously and looking around trying to figure out what had happened that night.  “What the hell?” She mumbled, slowly getting out of bed and putting her underwear on, moaning weakly as she did so.  Stumbling out of her bedroom she noticed the bagels on her counter.  “Hello?” She called out weakly, opening up the bagels and putting one in her toaster.

Such complete control over this woman was intoxicating, but Cheryl wanted to leave her alone to eat. But, she could take care of any curiosity Bekah felt toward the bagels with one text. She wrote Bekah, watching her get the message from the closet. 

[Text] Bekah, are you still sick or coming in? If you’re not sick, you’re fucking late. I left some food for you before I left last night. Bagels on the counter and some stuff in the fridge. Feel better.

Bekah jumped slightly as her phone went off, quickly grabbing it and reading the text eyes widening with each word.  She rushed around, trying to eat her bagel and get dressed as quick as she could, despite how tired she was. [Text] I’m sorry Miss Blossom... I didn’t sleep well last night.  I appreciate the food but you really didn’t have to do anything like that. I had food in. Bekah took a moment to compose herself and judge how she was feeling.   [Text] I’m on my way.  Twenty minutes out

Cheryl smirked, holding back a laugh at her promised time-frame. That certainly wasn’t going to happen. She watched Bekah scurry around, freezing her the moment her hand hit the doorknob. The girl had eaten and that was what mattered. But, now, Cheryl had to strip her again. She sent one more text, telling Bekah not to be late. 

She stripped the woman’s work clothes off of her, returning them to the closet as if they’d never been worn. Then, Cheryl returned to Bekah as a sinister look crossed her face. She bound Bekah’s hands behind her back, putting little vibrating pads on Bekah’s nipples. Sitting Bekah on the couch, she tied Bekah’s legs to either end of the couch to force her legs spread wide and grabbed the long mirror from her bedroom closet and rested it in front of the TV so Bekah could give herself a little show. Cheryl took that time to add more tiny cameras, putting them in the ceiling fans, light fixtures, wall art, her TV, and that mirror. Cheryl wanted to know Bekah’s every move, so she could start to drive her mad. She gagged her tightly, watching her lips plump out around the gag. Finally, she lubed the woman’s holes before inserting a plug inside her asshole and a dildo inside her pussy. They were a bit bigger than the ones the night before, wanting to work Bekah up in size each time. Cheryl put Bekah’s phone on the coffee table in front of her, wanting Bekah to know how much trouble she was in. She tied a hitachi vibrator to the woman’s thigh, pressing play once the door was locked behind her. 

At the twenty-minute mark, she’d texted Bekah to tell her that she was late. As the hours ticked by, Cheryl texted her with growing ‘anger’ as she threatened her job if she didn’t get an explanation. She started calling, leaving ranting messages about her coffee and phone calls. The best part was that she was watching Bekah on her tablet from her office, knowing exactly where her pretty little doll was.

Bekah was just about to turn the doorknob when her body froze up once again.  The blonde's mind raced trying to figure out what was happening.  Why would Miss Blossom do this to me? She asked herself seeing her boss stripping her. She wanted to gasp as her hands were bound behind her, and vibrating pads were attached to her nipples.   Her lips parted with ease as she was gagged, unable to even moan as Cheryl plugged her again putting a larger plug and dildo into the blonde.    As soon as the play button was touched, Bekah’s eyes went wide moaning and quivering under the touch of the vibrator, weakly trying to get out of her binds.  Her eyes went even wider as her phone started going off with texts and calls from Cheryl.  The blonde whimpered and whined around her gag, crying out as loud as she could around the gag as she came from the vibrations.

Cheryl loved watching Bekah cum almost as much as she loved watching the woman squirm in denial. Once work was done, Cheryl returned to let Bekah go for a while. She paused Bekah, stepping inside and undoing everything she’d done. The mirror was back in the closet, another bagel added to the dozen as if she’d never touched them. Cheryl removed the ropes and toys from Bekah’s body, stuffing everything into the bag. She put Bekah’s naked body back in her bed, her phone next to her. By the time Cheryl left, it was about six. An hour after work ended. She unpaused Bekah once she was on the other side of the locked door, leaving the bag in her car before returning to bang on Bekah’s door. “Open up, you little toad!”

Tears continued to stream down Bekah’s face as the day continued, writhing and moaning under the touch of the vibrator.  As Cheryl paused her, Bekah froze in place completely still and silent as Cheryl undid everything.  She felt herself being placed back in her bed, bolting upwards in fear hearing Cheryl banging on her door.  She quickly threw her robe on and rushed to the front door, wide-eyed and very clearly a mess.  “Miss Blossom I am so sorry!” She said quickly, throwing the door open.  “I don’t know what happened!  One second I was leaving the apartment and the next...” She trailed off trying to figure out what had happened.  “You were banging on my door...”

Cheryl crossed her arms, glaring at the woman as she pushed past her. “You mean to tell me that you somehow just mysteriously lost almost nine hours? You’re so full of shit, you little rat.” She looked around, turning on her heel to glare at Bekah. “So, what was it? Hmm? Were you just trying to play hooky from work? Pretending to be sick to get a day and a half out of work? You look like shit, by the way. Well, I hope your little rager was worth it. Because you are so close to getting fired. I could find a thousand other assistants just like you. Since you’re apparently not grateful..”

Bekah meekly let Cheryl push past her and walked into her apartment.  “I’m sorry Miss Blossom.”  She stammered, trying to figure out how she could make it up to the boss.  This job could make or break Bekah’s career and she need to keep this job.  “Please Miss Blossom I swear I never left my apartment.” She promised.  “Across the hall, they have one of those door cameras.  We can check with them and you’ll see that I didn’t leave once you brought me home.”  She was all but this point groveling for her job.  “Please... I’ll do anything to keep this job.”

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Hyde turned to see the glamorous young woman standing frozen in horror, looking down for a moment to take stock of what he was doing. This was bad. It looked bad. He was covered in blood and it was very clear by the scene in front of him what he'd done. There was no way to soothe her fears and get her to believe it was safe. So, he didn’t think. He just did. He grabbed her, pushing her into the side of the building to hold her down. First, duct tape was slapped over her mouth to keep her quiet. The last thing he needed was her screaming. Hyde used the tape to secure her wrists and ankles together, finally taking a breath once she was writhing on the ground. He quickly packed up, throwing her over his shoulder and retreating back into the shadows.

She was tossed into the backseat of his car, a length of rope tied around her neck and held firmly in his hand as he drove to keep her from sitting up. He didn’t need any attention. Hyde drove for hours, bringing her back to his hideout. It was safe there. When he opened the door, he paused to look at her. “Pretty little thing…” He picked her up again, groping her ass as he carried her over his shoulder to carry her inside. He carried her through dimly-lit tunnels, hiding her away from any prying eyes.

Rikki had stepped outside of the performance center for a quick breath of fresh air, only to stare in shock and horror at the sight before her. She had just opened her mouth to scream when she was pushed against the building and tape slapped to her mouth. Just as she was reaching up to pull the tape off the man grabbed her wrists and taped them together, leaving her struggling on the ground after he had secured her ankles. She struggled as best she could against his grip as she was thrown into his car and had rope tied around her neck like a leash. She shouted and screamed as best she could despite her gag, the fear evident in her eyes as he carried her through the tunnels.

This was his hospital, so he had plenty of back doors and secure hallways to hide his pretty captive. Hyde ignored her muffled screaming, smacking her ass in warning as he took her inside. He dropped her down on the bed in one of the rooms, sighing as he left her to dig through a cupboard. “Welcome to your new home, my dear…” He planned to ease her into the general population of mental patients, which would ruin any chance someone would believe her. She would just be another crazy babbling on about danger. He drew something up, flicking the needle as he walked to her. “A little something to keep you from causing trouble.”

He held her down, injecting her. Hyde watched her for a couple of minutes, petting her hair as she settled into sedation. Knowing that she’d be weak and not awake very long, he started removing the duct tape from her limbs. Once she passed out, he stripped her down and took the time to go through her things. He gagged her, putting her in a straightjacket that exposed her breasts. She was leashed to the wall by a collar around her neck, keeping her trapped in the room even if the door was open. When she woke up again, he was standing over where she knelt in the corner. “Of course… I had to get caught by a fucking singer. Well, this ruins my plans to admit you as a patient.” He sighed, cupping her cheek. “Looks like you’re staying hidden.” Hyde ran his hand down her body, groping her exposed breasts roughly.

Rikki spat as best she could when Hyde smacked her ass, before letting out a groan when she hit the bed. Her eyes widened as she saw the needle, struggling even more before a soft gasp escaped when the needle pierced her skin. She tried to get free of him petting her before the drug took hold and she passed out. When she woke up she tried to scream again before feeling the gag. She looked down at herself in fear realizing she was in some sort of perverted straightjacket, and feeling the leash around her neck, following it to the wall and realizing how little movement she had. She couldn't fight the blush on her face as he groped her breasts as she tried to spit at him again.

He chuckled, slapping her breasts in punishment. "You're a fiery little thing, aren't you... Good thing I'm well suited to put you in your place." Hyde gripped her nipple, tugging on it to make her scoot forward until her bare pussy was pressed against his leg and his knee rested between her breasts. His free hand removed his pants to expose his cock as his other hand held her in place by her nipple. "Sit, whore."

He rested his cock over her face, releasing her nipple to hold her head so she looked up. He used a strap around his hips and her head to hold her in place, resting his cock over her face. "Move with me, bitch." He released her collar from the leash, dragging her around with him as if she wasn't a human shelf for his cock attached to his waist.

[xonceuponafuckxx]

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[sexierthanaman]

@bekah-barber continued from x.

"Are you sure about that?" Nat replied with a small smirk as she moved closer to Bekah. She reached out and began to fondle her breasts. "I think your body knows what your mind keeps trying to deny."

[sexierthanaman]

“People sometimes tell me my boobs must be bigger than my brain.” (From Bekah to whoever)

Meme|| Accepting|| @bekah-barber

"Oh is that so?" Natasha asked with a smirk as she sat down.

[iiingenious]

Good girls cum their brains away (From Zoe)

Send "Good Girls..." And complete the sentence for your muse to say that to my muse.

@bekah-barber

“Good girls cum their brains away—“ the statement is accompanied by an eye roll, despite Zoe’s efforts Tim seemed to remain intact with his intelligence, for the most part. There were moments of it seemingly starting to fade.