Kim sat on the ground sobbing as tifanny walked out of the room with a large smirk covering her evil face. A grin of someone who had just one. Of course she was happy, she had just turned her enemies girlfriend into a mewling slave, incapable of telling her no when she was ordered to come back to complete the enslavement. The nerdy red head didn't stand a chance, she went week at the knees at the very thought of going one on one with the powerful dominant girl.
As she layed naked on the ground, huddled into the fetal position, tears rolled down kim's eyes. She had no clue where her glasses were, and her body was covered in bruises. But more then that she was humiliated and totally defeated. It was already taking it's toll. She couldn't think of tiffany without the word mistress popping into her head. She had been thoroughly dominated. But more then that the sub inside of her had been awakened. She couldn't say no to going to tiffanies place. She knew that if she ever went she would lose her connection to billy forever, but she had no real ability to not go. She had lost the ability to disobey. That thought was met with another soft whimper.
But then it was followed up with another thought. One about her best friend and boy she liked, billy. He was so nice to her, and friendly. If she were to ever say she was in love with anybody it would be him. He was always there for her. If she wanted to talk about the newest gadget that came out, or watch the newest anime he was always the one to go to. And when their relationship transcended that, the readhead's heart fluttered. But she could feel that she was about to lose him. That not even her love could defeat the need to obey that was awakened from deep within her. Tiffany was a strong and powerful dom. Kim never stood a chance, but it was more then that. Kim had submission in her blood naturally. It was why she was always meek and quiet, only opening up a little bit to the people she really liked. And in one special case a lot more. This only made her cry more. It was like she was being sucked away from him. The genie was out of the bottle. She couldn't not submit anymore.
Finally she stood up, preparing to get her things and say goodbye to her boyfriend and favorite person in the world when the door opened once more. She tried to hide for a second but there was no stopping it. She was naked and covered in bruises. And when billy walked in, he was looking directly at her in shock. He had yet to see her naked yet. They had not progressed to bed yet. At first he was nervous. But then so was she. The two of them stood looking at each other blushing for a few minutes.
Finally he sat down on his bed not saying anything. He motioned for her to sit down on his alp, clearly curious as to what went on his trashed room. Incapable of disobeying, she sat down lightly on his lap, tears still running from her face. Her whole body was soar. And her thighs were still wet with juices. Clearly she was rather traumatized. And at a single question as to what had happened, she spilled it all out. She didn't even think of lying. He had asked her so forcefully, so strongly that she had no way of stopping herself. Disobedience seemed so hard for her now.
Billy remained in shock the whole time. Every word out of his girlfriends mouth made the story stranger and stranger. The thought of his shy girlfriend being beaten up and abused by that bitch infuriated him. He knew there was little he could do about it, but he couldn't take this lying down. But there was a much more pressing issue in his mind. The way she spoke made ti seemed like not only had she been raped, but enslaved too. She called tiffany mistress even to his face, and looked fearful and needy at the thought of actually going over to her house. It was almost like she ahd been taken from him mentally. So slowly and with a shaky force, he asked his shy girlfriend a simple question “do you plan on going?”
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