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theprettynosferatu

Good girls edge.

Good girls don't cum without permission.

Edging makes you weaker.

Edging makes you hornier.

Edging blurs your lines.

Edging frees you from dignity.

Edge more.

Edge where you shouldn't.

Keep yourself in heat.

Keep yourself usable.

Now drool for me.

Good girl.

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Go ahead, give it a try...

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Cum to the darkside...

They knelt together on Alison’s bedroom floor, collared and uniformed, their leashes dangling from the connecting hoops on the collars. Symbolism had power; symbolism contained meaning. Melissa knew that accepting her collar that day would lead to a deeper understanding of the changes in Alison, but she could never have imagined it would lead to this.

“Keep looking,” Alison urged Melissa, her tone cool and calm and utterly reasonable.

“But...” Protested Melissa as Alison held the phone up, the screen already filled with the never ending swirl that had taken them this far.

“Shhh,” Alison hushed her. “You already dress like me, right? There’s no point in denying that you loved me rolling the body stocking up your body. I heard your little whimpers and felt you squirm. Why stop there?” The question seemed so reasonable. So normal.

“You can think like me; act like me. You can become the sister I’ve always wanted - the twin I’ve always craved.”

That was the brainwashing talking, Alison was sure of it. Before Alison had started distancing herself, she had never mentioned the need or want for more family. No desires of an extra sister beyond the two she already had, still living at home.

Alison’s sisters…

For a brief moment, Melissa found herself breaking free. Just for a moment. Christ, what was Alison capable of in this frame of mind? Could the brainwashing twist her enough that she would inflict the same onto her own family?

“Don’t do this...” Alison swallowed hard, trying to find the words of denial she knew she should be protesting with. Even this far down the rabbit hole of submission, there was still part of her that felt guilty about how easily it had proven for Alison to corrupt her.

Thoughts of surrender brushed against Alison’s mind, stoking the need. She shivered, her inside clenching in hedonistic delight as she continued to stare, euphoria spilling out from her brain and into the entirety of her being. This was better than sex. Better than any drug she had experimented with. Better than the adrenaline rush from the rollercoasters she liked to ride, or gaining the attention of that one guy she had imagined bedding whilst she let the music take her on the dance floor.

All she had to do was look away.

Just look away and she could save everyone…

…save everyone.

“You know, it’s touching that you’re still resisting,” Alison continued, interrupting Melissa’s attempts to break herself fully out of the trance. “That you think you can rescue me; rescue us both. But it’s already inside of us, now. Can you feel it?”

”Yes,” Melissa said softly. “You know I can…”

…you put this inside of me, She wanted to say - to accuse. But nothing escaped her lips. It was simply easier to focus back on the spiral and let that hot, angry thought slip away.

It had been in the files - all those relaxation files Alison had introduced Melissa too, insisting they could help her beat back the stress of college. Help her empty out her mind and focus. Help her become the very best student she could be. Help-

“You know, it’s cute.” Alison interrupted.

“Huh...?” Melissa responded, only-half aware of her own question.

“The way you furrow your eyebrows when you think,” Alison continued. “It lets me know you’re still not there - still not fully under. But that’s okay, it leaves me other avenues to ensure your compliance.”

A kiss to Melissa’s cheek; a hand stopping her from turning - from looking away.

It had been this way for hours now, Alison turning confusion and doubt into certainty, acting as the voice of the spiral. Melissa suspected that given the hundreds of hours of exposure to the program sitting on Alison’s phone, she had been twisted into being an extension of the program - an evangelising pastor, willing to turn anyone into her flock if they would listen.

“It has let me go,” Alison murmured, planting another kiss on Melissa. “For now. The program is rewarding me - allowing me to experience the joy of breaking you. Of initialising you.”

Anticipation trickled down Melissa’s spine, even as she acknowledged the distant self-recrimination that floated at the borders of the trance she found herself in. Alison was too far gone; too deeply under the sway of the brainwashing. God, Melissa had been an idiot for not informing someone else before confronting Alisson.

Before she had been triggered.

Before she had drooled her mind away, drool leaking from the corner of her mouth to dribble down her chin and splash onto her chest.

Melissa couldn’t even remember the trigger word used, only the head rush as the world receded around her, her mind fixating on the screen like a pointer dog fixated on prey. It had felt wonderful, magnificent even as the pleasure consumed her, eating her alive and repaying her with the ever increasing need to keep staring and let herself disappear into the ever increasing haze.

Until Alison had decided to wake her back up again.

Uniformed.

Enraptured.

Unable to break away from the pretty patterns and swirls, even as she felt something being built deep inside of her. Another version of her developing, ready to rise up and take over ownership of her body.

The problem being that Melissa wasn’t even sure she disliked the idea. Whatever had been implanted into her had managed to subvert her needs, twisting them against her. Her clit ached at the thought of the corrupted Melissa taking her place, strutting around and tricking all of her friends into joining them in servitude to the brainwashing.

“I know you admire me,” Alison purred, her voice husky with promise. “I know you like the way I dress; like my no-shits attitude; the way I take what I want, when I want.”

Embarrassment almost broke the spiral's hold over Melissa, halting the inroads it was making into her mind. For a fleeting moment, the tingling pleasure and need to submit receded, the first fleeting motes of true free-thought in hours.

“I…” She began, voicing a subconscious need to protest. The final dregs of her resistance rising up.

“Nuh-huh, listen to your idol and keep watching. Let the program in, honey,” Alison commanded, nuzzling against Melissa’s ear. Alison’s hand found its way between Melissa’s legs, gently teasing Melissa’s sex beneath the bodystocking and the panties in between.

It was enough - enough to make Melissa moan and fixate on the teasing wrongness of what was being done to her, any thoughts of resistance or escape dribbling out from between her legs to dampen her panties.

“We’re going to be twinned, you and I,” Alison promised. “It will take a long, long glorious time, but I’m going to help you shed that good girl persona that you have going on and replace it with something better suited to hanging out with the others. All those bad, naughty others who have already been infected and brought into the fold.”

Melissa gasped, the idea of being transformed into Alison’s alt-girl twin tickling her clit in ways she hadn’t thought possible. The idea hadn’t been in her system before that moment, but now it was...

Yes, she liked it.

The potential to be strutting her stuff beside Alison, almost indistinguishable from her in all the ways that mattered. Just a carbon copy, pastel pink Goth ready to make everyone else’s life a living hell. She shuddered, almost cumming at the thought. She wanted it so badly: to give up the struggle of day-to-day existence and just embrace the pleasure of being: no worries, concerns, or pesky morality.

Just pure obedience to brainwashing.

“There it is,” Alison said softly. “I can see the acceptance bleeding into your eyes. I’m going to have so much fun giving you the makeover you deserve. You’re going to make such a hot bitch.”

“Yes…“ Melissa hissed through clenched teeth, the darkness reaching up from inside of her.

“We’ll go get matching tattoos,” Alison promised.

“Yes.” “Matching piercings.” “Yes!” “Wear the same make up, dye our hair to match…” Melissa was so close. So very close. She just wanted to keep staring and let the moment happen. To doom herself by inaction and guarantee her fall.

“And once we’re finished, we can move onto Maddie,” Alison promised.

Sweet, innocent Maddie.

Pretty little Maddie.

Alison pressed more firmly against Melissa’s sex, never altering pace.

“Good girl,” She whispered. “Just let it go and we can work on Maddie like I worked on you.”

The twist in Melissa’s became a kink, the kink shearing her thoughts apart as she came, her eyes rolling upwards to reveal their whites, a wordless gasp of ecstasy escaping her lips as something new and entirely more interesting welded itself in place of her broken thoughts.

Bad girl Maddie, objectified and leaving nothing to the imagination.

“When do we begin?” Melissa asked, a new hunger spreading throughout her as she relished the idea of turning the others, one by one.

“As soon as you want,” Alison replied with a smirk, before kissing her new sister on the lips…