Chapter Four

Gemma awoke from her bed with a start, her body trembling as a ravenous hunger pulsed through her, a desperate need to wrap her swollen lips around a pulsing, hard cock. Her heart raced, horror flooding her senses as she realized the glossy pink lipstick had rubbed off in her sleep, leaving her huge lips bare and susceptible to the horrific urge. The craving clawed through her mind, and the alien desire twisted her stomach with disgust. She had never enjoyed blowjobs before, and had no desire to repeat the actions of her last session. The Domme stumbled out of bed with her white tank top clinging to her pert breasts and candy-pink hair tumbling in messy waves over her shoulders.

The woman adjusted her black shorts before rushing to the mirror above her dressing table, her humiliating pink nails clicking against the surface as she gripped its edge. Her reflection stared back at her, a caricature of her former self: huge bimbo lips, no longer forced into an O-shape without the lipstick, but quivering with an insatiable urge that threatened to define her. Her blue eyes widened, tracing the pink strands framing her face, noticing each humiliating reminder of Cassie’s control.

The memory of Nadia’s return the previous night flashed through Gemma’s mind. Her humiliation-skilled Domme standing before her naked, ring-gagged, bound in cuffs with a sign around her neck inviting Gemma to a final showdown this evening. The pink-haired woman’s chest tightened. That blonde bimbo had bested all three of her Dommes. Lila was still trussed up in Gemma’s dungeon like a displayed trophy, and each failure was a stab to Gemma’s dominant pride.

Gemma’s fingers scrambled for the special lipstick tube on the dress and uncapped it, the glossy pink tip gleaming with mocking garishness. She smeared the lipstick across her plush lips, the creamy texture gliding sensually over their engorged curves. The Domme’s ravenous craving vanished instantly, as though a light switch had turned off in her mind, but her lips contorted and locked into a provocative wide O-shape, a humiliating invitation that made her stomach churn. She pressed her lips together, straining against the unnatural pose, but they refused to stay put and snapped back in their slutty position the moment the pink-haired Domme relented. Her reflection taunted her, a sex doll aesthetic in contrast to the fierce queen who ruled Pineview’s kink scene.

Gemma’s blue eyes blazed with defiance as she refused to let that blond usurper steal her throne. She leaned closer to the mirror and let her mind replay the failures that led her here. Lila, bound in intricate ropes in her dungeon, her body a testament to Cassie’s skills. Sasha, marked with piercings and a degrading tattoo, was stripped of her fierce edge. Nadia, reduced to a drooling, cuffed spectacle. Each defeat stung, but Gemma knew the main battle hadn’t even started yet. Her mind control had bent the Dommes’ will multiple times, and that of the people around her. Sending her loyal House Dommes one by one was her mistake, she thought to herself.

Gemma straightened up as her resolve hardened. Tonight, she would unite Lila, Sasha, and Nadia in a relentless ambush against the bitches showdown plan. Suppose the three women can overwhelm and distract Cassie long enough. In that case, her mind will be occupied elsewhere, allowing the mind-controlling queen to penetrate the blonde’s mental wall. Once she surged past those defenses, she’d be in, and the California bimbo wouldn’t stand a chance.

The thought of Cassie kneeling, her smug smile shattered as she realized her defeat, sent a thrill through Gemma’s spine. Once she had control of the newcomer, she’d be able to reverse these humiliating changes—the garish pink hair, the claw-like nails, the obscene lips—and reclaim her club as her own.

Gemma stepped back from the mirror, her white tank top stretching over her athletic frame. She peeled it off and let it fall to the floor as her bare skin prickled in the cool morning air. The Domme’s long fingernails grazed her toned torso, a body that had been worshiped by hundreds of men over the years, before turning to her wardrobe.

She contemplated dressing for her fierce role at home and walking to work in her powerful catsuit. Still, her humiliating additions meant that Gemma would rather hide in plain sight until she arrived at the club. Her outfit would need to demand modesty.

Gemma’s long nails brushed against the wardrobe’s contents before pulling out a white tank top. She slipped it on before searching for something that would hide her features as much as possible. She picked out a baggy black hoodie, its fabric promising to conceal as much of her humiliating pink hair as possible when tucked beneath the hood. Gemma pulled it over her head and adjusted it, the loose outfit hiding her figure and allowing her to conceal as much of her vibrant locks as she could.

The Domme’s fingers lingered on a pair of dark gray leggings, their stretchy fabric a perfect choice to hide amongst the town’s locals. She stepped into them as they hugged her legs, pulling them up to conceal her white g-string panties.

Gemma tucked the candy-pink waves under the hoodie’s capacious hood, ensuring only a few stray strands peeked out. The woman glanced back at the mirror and stared at her O-shaped lips glistening provocatively, a jarring contrast to the modest outfit. The baggy hoodie draped over her athletic frame, concealing the pert swell of her breasts and the curve of her hips, but nothing could hide the humiliating pout that dominated the pink-haired Domme’s face.

Gemma’s fingers tightened around the lipstick tube before slipping it into her hoodie pocket; if she lost that and her makeup was wiped away, she’d be in a world of trouble. Her mind trailed back to the upcoming confrontation and imagined her loyal Dommes working together to bring the blonde bitch to her knees. Despite the shiver of anticipation that ran through the woman’s spine, her O-shaped lips humiliatingly stayed in their fixed pose.

Gemma turned from the mirror and strode toward the door. With a deep breath, she stepped out of her apartment and into the cool September breeze, her heart pounding with the promise of vengeance and excitement for the war that was about to unfold.

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Four hours later, Gemma stood in the heart of her private dungeon as her traditional black latex catsuit clung to her body, its glossy surface accentuating her modest breasts and the sharp taper of her waist far more than her earlier outfit had. Her 4-inch stiletto boots grounded her stance, and she had pulled her candy-pink hair into a high ponytail. Her lips, still coated in the humiliating glossy pink lipstick, remained fixed in their provocative open shape, a constant reminder of what the Domme was fighting against.

Her blue eyes fixed on Lila, still bound and gagged against the stone wall, the redhead’s naked body encased in intricate, immovably tight red rope that cinched her creamy skin, showing off her bare breasts and pressing a tight crotch rope between her thighs. A red ball gag stretched Lila’s lips, drool constantly flowing down her chin as her green eyes cast downward in resignation.

The iron door groaned open, and Sasha entered, her restored confidence evident in the black leather crop top that bared her toned midriff, paired with latex pants hugging her curvaceous hips. The African American Domme’s piercings and degrading tattoo remained concealed as the woman tried to focus on the present and forget about her degrading defeat. Sasha’s brown eyes flickered to Lila’s bound presence and looked away with a flicker of unease.

“You wanted to see us, Gemma?” The woman asked cautiously, her eyes gazing over Gemma’s ridiculously inviting, fat pink lips.

Gemma’s O-shaped lips strained as she spoke, her voice sharp with authority despite the embarrassing pout she was stuck with. “Yes, Sasha. That blonde bitch has gone too far, with you, with Nadia, and with Lila over there. We won’t sit here and let that slut humiliate us like this!”

Nadia slipped through the heavy dungeon door, her figure sheathed in a glossy electric blue rubber catsuit that molded to her full curves. She looked a damn sight more confident than she had last night, naked, cuffed with the sign around her neck. Her dark blonde hair was swept up into a tight updo, framing her furious hazel eyes, which darted nervously towards her fellow Domme’s trussed form against the wall before settling back on Gemma’s garish pink hair and slutty lips.

“What’s the plan, Gemma?” Nadia’s voice carried a tremor as her fingers twitched at her sides. “After what she did to me, to all of us. How are you so sure we can take her down this time?”

Gemma’s stilettos clicked as she stepped closer to the pair, her blue eyes burning with a fierce resolve. “I’m sure because we won’t make the same mistakes again, Nadia. Sending you all alone was my error, and it left you vulnerable to tricks I hadn’t anticipated.” The pink-haired leader paused for a moment as if to allow her underlings to let her words sink in. “Tonight, we strike as one and overwhelm her before she has the chance to strike back. You three will keep her off balance and distract her, and I’ll handle her mind while she’s preoccupied. It’s the perfect plan.”

Sasha’s red lips parted as her tone was laced with doubt. “She turned me into a total humiliating painslut, Gemma. I still can’t get rid of these damn nipple piercings, and that disgusting tattoo is etched into my skin forever. I don’t think going up against her again is a good idea. I like my life here.”

The matriarch’s eyes narrowed. “Your life here exists because of me!” she snapped as her voice cut through the tension. She wasn’t prepared to argue any further. She stared deeply into Sasha’s eyes, breaking into her will, before doing the same with Nadia, her mind surging with a desperate force that crushed any resistance they may have had. The pink-haired Domme’s mental push caressed their thoughts and wrapped their will around her words. “You will fight with me tonight,” she commanded in a low tone. “You will do whatever it takes to bring Cassie to her knees. Do you understand?”

The African-American Domme’s shoulders slumped, and her red lips parted in a flat, mechanical response. “Yes, Mistress Black. I will fight with you and bring her down.”

Gemma glanced over at the blonde Nadia, waiting for her conditioned response. The woman’s hazel eyes dulled, and she spoke with a monotone as she nodded. “Yes, Mistress. I’ll do whatever it takes to make her kneel.”

Gemma’s lips twitched. Internally, she formed a smirk, but outwardly, they retained their inviting open demeanor. “Good girls. Together, we can send that bitch in a suitcase back to Californialand.”

Nadia’s gaze shifted to Lila, her blue catsuit stretching against her body as she gestured toward the bound redhead. “This won’t be a true four-against-one without her, Gemma. How are we supposed to free those ropes? You’ve been trying for days.”

As if summoned by Nadia’s words, the red ropes binding Lila began to shift, their intricate knots unraveling with eerie and supernatural precision. The tight harness, which had cinched her pale breasts and kept her constantly horny with the crotchrope for days, began to loosen, the red strands slithering like snakes across her flushed, humiliated skin. Each loop relaxed as the pressure eased from her bound arms and legs, leaving faint red marks where the ropes had tightly bitten. The padlock holding the large red gag in place clicked off, and the straps slackened before the gag slipped free, tumbling to the stone floor with a wet slap. Lila collapsed to her knees as her naked body trembled in its newfound freedom, her green eyes wide with shock as she gasped for air.

Gemma’s own eyes widened as a triumphant glint crossed them. She stepped closer to her newly freed Domme. “Looks like our lucky day,” she purred, her wide lips returning to their O shape after she finished speaking. “Those knots must have had some kind of timer. Cassie is a real arrogant bitch, and we’ll make her pay for underestimating us.”

The matriarch in the black catsuit loomed over her naked colleague, her stilettos framing the kneeling redhead’s vulnerable form. Lila’s panting breath filled the silence as she looked up at the pink-haired woman. Gemma’s long pink nails flexed, and her gaze hardened as she envisioned Cassie’s defeat, the blonde’s curves bound, and her smugness shattered.

“Get ready, Lila,” Gemma commanded with a commanding tone of finality. “We have a war to win.”

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The sharp, collective click of stiletto heels echoed across the hard surface of the club’s main bar, a rhythmic declaration of intent as Gemma led Lila, Sasha, and Nadia toward the center of the dimly lit, empty room. Her traditional black latex catsuit hugged her slim frame, her 4-inch stilettos grounding her with authority. However, her pink ponytail and O-shaped lips continued to compromise her dominance.

Lila wore a lime green PVC dress, while Sasha adorned her black leather crop top and latex pants, with Nadia looking strong in her electric blue catsuit. Gemma’s eyes burned with resolve as she spotted Cassie waiting confidently with her arms folded, her own voluptuous sun-kissed figure accentuated by a black leather corset with white trim, black leather pants, and thigh-high 5-inch boots. Two naked male slaves knelt behind the blonde bombshell, their puppy hoods obscuring their faces as they glanced down, submissive to Cassie’s command.

Gemma halted and faced her rival. “Right, Cassie. Here I am,” she boomed in a confident tone, her lips humiliatingly reverting back to their sex doll form the moment she stopped speaking. “This ends tonight. I’ve had to delay opening the club tonight for this. It’s time you paid me back with your submission.”

Cassie’s full lips curled into a mocking smile, her green eyes glinting with an unshakable confidence as she unfolded her arms. “My submission, Gemma?” She chuckled. “I never asked you to close the club. How about you fling open those doors and let your precious patrons watch you bow beneath your Queen.” Her voice dripped with sultry disdain as she gestured towards the bar’s entrance, as if she was coaxing Gemma into making a move.

Gemma’s shiny nails clenched into fists as she took a step closer in fury and narrowed her eyes. “You think you can waltz in here and think you’re in charge?” She spat out with a raised voice. “I built this club from nothing. I built this town from nothing, and you’re nothing but a California bimbo. I’ll give you one warning to give up now, or I’ll make sure you’re crawling out of here with a pretty plug in your ass.”

The blonde Domme tilted her hair, her hair cascading over her shoulder as she studied Gemma’s transformed form. “Oh, Gemma, those pink locks and that slutty sex doll mouth make you look so desperate to please,” she purred with venomous amusement. “It’s adorable how you think you’re still in charge. I mean, a little bit of makeup remover is enough to turn you into a drooling whore, I heard.”

The club leader gasped as her fingers tightened painfully against the palms of her hands while she clenched her fists. Despite the fury in Gemma’s eyes, her lips undermined her authority by remaining in their open O-shaped position. “You think this is funny?” she snarled sharply despite her humiliating pout. She struggled to contain her composure and summoned her mind manipulation powers, attempting to surge fiercely into Cassie’s mind. However, she slammed into yet another mental wall. The recoil sent a dizzying jolt through the pink-haired Domme, and her knees wobbled briefly before she steadied herself.

Cassie’s laughter echoed around the barely occupied large space, and she absently stroked the hooded head of one of her obedient slaves. “Oh, darling, you’ll need to do a lot better than that,” she taunted with cruel delight. “Your mind tricks are no match for me, little girl.”

Gemma groaned in frustration and anger as her attempt was thwarted again. She refused to let this blonde usurper mock her in her territory. “Fuck you, Cassie,” she growled before her lips returned to their sex doll form. “I’ve broken stronger and more capable women than you.”

Cassie, without a care in the world, withdrew her hand from her slave and sauntered closer, mere inches between the two dueling Dommes. “Broken them? You can barely even hold yourself together, pet.” She leaned in and whispered with her lips warm against Gemma’s ear. “Tell me, how does it feel wrapping those inviting lips around a thick, hard, warm cock? Mmm? Getting hungry?”

The matriarch shuddered in her slick, black catsuit. Cassie was right; her words were making the Domme hungry, her lips were absently craving to engulf a man’s thick member. She glanced over at one of the slaves and began licking her open lips before she realized what she was doing. Shaking her head, Gemma took a step back and forced her mind away from the thought of oral sex. “Fuck you, bitch!” she snapped.

Gemma’s heart pounded with fury as she glared at her nemesis. Staring at Cassie’s face, she caught a flicker of distraction in the blonde’s green eyes as Cassie turned to her other slave and spoke to him with condescension. “See, pet. I’m dealing with amateurs around here.”

Seizing the moment, Gemma summoned her powers again and surged into her rival’s mind with all that she had, her mental force this time slipping through a fleeting crack in the blonde’s defenses. Cassie’s eyes widened, and her confident smirk faltered as a wave of disorientation crossed her face. “Now!” Gemma shouted with authority as she signaled for her Dommes to strike.

Lila, Sasha, and Nadia, who until now had been waiting patiently behind their leader, sprang into action in a synchronized assault. Together, they tore at Cassie’s black corset and pants, not allowing the Dominatrix time to think as they stripped her bare. Within minutes, the powerful blonde was completely naked, her natural D-cup breasts visible to the four women and her slaves. Cassie’s pussy was visible, a small landing strip of hair doing its best to hide her modesty until the bar’s lights.

Lila pulled out her strands of rope, and the bondage expert started her revenge by weaving a tight pink rope harness around her former tormentor, the vibrant strands encircling Cassie’s full breasts to emphasize their lush curves. At the same time, a devious crotchrope pressed tightly against that slit. Cassie gasped as the crotchrope was pulled taut, ensuring a snug fit. The ropes crossed the blonde’s arms behind her back, binding them securely, and bound her legs above and below the knees, and then at the ankles, before the redheaded Domme tethered them to her arms to force the new mind manipulator into a kneeling position.

As Cassie fell to her knees, Sasha snapped a black leather slave collar around the woman’s neck before buckling it tightly and padlocking it in place. “How do you like it, bitch?” The African American snapped as she clicked the padlock shut.

Nadia gripped Cassie’s head firmly as she forced the woman to stare up at the pink-haired Domme, who was smirking back at the fallen woman. As Cassie attempted to move her head, Nadia used her strength to pin it back in place.

Gemma loomed over her bound rival confidently with a triumphant glint in her eye. Her latex catsuit gleamed with authority as she savored the sight of Cassie’s naked body, the pink ropes accentuating her LA curves while the crotchrope bit into her sensitive flesh. Gemma knelt down to catch her prey at eye level. “Any last words before you officially become the new club whore?” she purred with venomous satisfaction, her lips clamping back into their sex doll shape as she paused for an answer.

Cassie stared at her pink-haired rival, her green eyes sparkling with an unnerving calm as her lips parted into a serene smile. “Just one,” she purred in a sultry tone. “Reality.”

The world tilted as a disorienting haze enveloped Gemma’s senses. Her vision blurred, and her body prickled with a sudden chill. In an instant, she found herself naked while tight pink ropes replaced her latex catsuit. The bright nylon strands bit softly into her skin. They encircled her breasts with a tight embrace, while a thick crotchrope pressed against her clit to send unwanted sparks of arousal through her core.

The pink-haired Domme’s arms were crossed tightly behind her back, and her legs were bound tightly together in three separate places, tethered to her arms to force her down in a kneeling position. A devious, black leather collar restricted her throat with its padlocked weight, as Nadia held her head in place,

“What the- aghhh,” the matriarch spat out. As soon as the pink-haired woman started to protest, Nadia used the opportunity to slide two fingers into the woman’s facial orifice and start pumping in and out, silencing Gemma’s questions. The kneeling Domme’s blue eyes widened in horror as her muffled gasp was swallowed by the rude intrusion.

Cassie stood gracefully, her black leather corset and tight-fit pants restored, as she sauntered forward with predatory confidence. Her blonde waves cascaded over her shoulders, framing her triumphant grin. “Isn’t the mind a beautiful thing, Gemma?” she purred with sensual authority as she knelt to meet Gemma’s horrified, struggling gaze. “Our powers don’t just bend thoughts; they have the ability to reshape reality itself. Your poor mind, for example, it’s so fragile. You’re a woman who’s been used to getting everything her own way for so long that you have failed to build up any mental defenses. Your pampered life has allowed me to roam inside your mind freely,” she cupped the furious Domme’s chin and stared into her eyes. “Our brains are capable of remarkable achievements if we know how to access them properly.”

Gemma’s body shuddered as a wave of heat surged through her. Cassie noticed the worry in the Domme’s eyes and smiled. “I’m sure you are aware that we only use a small portion of our brain at any one time,” she said calmly as the heat around Gemma’s body intensified. “It’s amazing what can happen to you when we access the rest of it.”

The pink-haired bound matriarch felt a tingling in her chest and a tightening in her waist; her entire torso felt surreal. As she glanced down, her blue eyes widened as her B-cup breasts began to swell, becoming heavier and rounder as they slowly began to dominate the woman’s upper frame. Meanwhile, her waist tightened as if a strict corset had started restricting her midsection, pulling it inward into a taut hourglass shape. Her ass began to plump into a noticeable round bubble butt.

Gemma’s transformed body quivered under the tight pink ropes, her newly swollen, round, obviously fake E-cup breasts straining against the strands that encircled them, the lush weight of her new mammary organs a foreign sensation that amplified the pink-haired woman’s humiliation. Her cinched waist barely measured at 22 inches, contrasting the heavy mounds above it, and her rounded ass pressed against the harness rope that slid up and gave her a heightened wedgie.

Desperate to fight back, Gemma struggled against her binds and tried to speak after Nadia removed her fingers from the Domme’s mouth. However, her voice emerged in a high-pitched and silly tone. “Like, omigod, Queen. You totally won this battle, but I’ll, like, win the war and stuff. I’m, like, still fighting!” The words spilled out, her mind reeling at calling her nemesis a ‘queen’, not to mention the bimbo dialect she had not intended to use. What the hell had that bitch done to her mind?

Cassie’s laughter rang out and echoed around the empty bar as she leaned closer to her prey. Her fingers trailed along Gemma’s bound arms, the touch light yet possessive, sending shivers through the pink-haired woman’s transformed body. “Oh, pet, the war had ended before it had even begun,” she said mockingly, her voice dropping with venomous amusement as she stood, towering over Gemma’s kneeling form. “You have a new place in this club now.” Cassie’s hands rested on her waist as she stood in a commanding posture above her defeated enemy, her two male slaves staring up in awe from behind.

Lila, Sasha, and Nadia loomed behind Cassie, their outfits a cruel contrast to Gemma’s naked, bound, and enhanced vulnerability. As the former matriarch struggled, her lips remaining in their inviting O-shape, her heart pounded as the ropes bit deeper, the crotchrope’s pressure igniting pulses of arousal that clashed with her horror. Her fake-looking tits heaved against the strands tightly confining them, their unnatural weight a horrifying reminder of Cassie’s power.

Cassie’s fingers slid from Gemma’s arms to her swollen breasts, squeezing the heavy mounds with deliberate cruelty, the transformed Domme shuddering in unwanted pleasure at her rival’s touch. “I can’t wait to make some more changes around here,” Cassie purred with delight as she stepped back and told her slaves and Gemma’s three former allies to follow. They did, leaving the pink-haired woman bound, naked, and defeated.

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The week-long Pineview Fetish Festival was wrapping up with its encore parade, celebrating all that Pineview and the Oregon fetish community had to offer. Rows of kinky and fetish-clad men and women lined Main Street, their cheers erupting as vibrant floats rolled slowly through the small town’s heart.

A cock-shaped float adorned with three leather-clad men drew gasps and whistles, followed by a red-and-black float where a dozen scantily dressed burlesque dancers swayed sexily, their feathers and sequins glinting below the large disco ball atop their float. The parade was closed out with the float of The Control Zone, a towering spectacle of dominance and submission that silenced the crowd for a moment before their roars surged louder.

Cassie presided over the float from a towering throne at the front, her black leather bodysuit laced with gold chains clinging to her voluptuous curves and accentuating her naturally sculpted hips. Thigh-high black platform boots lent her a commanding stature, and a silver grown shone atop her blonde waves to proclaim her Pineview’s undisputed queen. She waved regally to cheering fans and gently patted the head of the best kneeling beside her to signal her absolute control. The blonde’s outfit was a nod to the previous Domme who sat atop the throne this time last year, a queen who has a very different role this time around.

Slave Pink, once Gemma, or Mistress Black, knelt submissively beside Cassie’s throne with her long pink-fingernail-adorned hands resting obediently on her thighs. The slave’s transformed body was a humiliating display of total surrender. A slim pink collar labeled ‘Slave Pink’ encircled her neck, its metal tag reflecting under the festival lights, while bright, permanent tattooed makeup framed her face in a slutty presentation. Her natural eyebrows had gone, and were replaced by extremely thin, high-arched penciled eyebrows, giving her a permanently startled expression. Pink blush and thick eyeliner tattoos ensured no one could take the slut seriously ever again.

Gemma’s bright pink hair was styled in tight pigtails and bounced with each tremor of her body, and a wide O-ring gag stretched her lips, muffling her new, high-pitched whimpers into incoherent pleas. Pink leather cuffs bound the bimbo slave’s wrists and ankles, and piercings adorned her nipples, navel, and swollen clit. A cursive script “Fuckdoll” tattoo sprawled above the woman’s chest, just above her bare, enticing E-cup breasts, their heavy curves contrasting her cinched 22-inch waist and plump rear.

Lila, Sasha, and Nadia reclined on smaller thrones at the float’s rear, their parade outfits radiating with restored dominance as they waved to the adoring crowd. Lila’s metallic purple PVC catsuit shimmered with spiked shoulder pads adding a creative and fierce edge to her pale frame. Sasha’s red leather harness top and shorts clung tightly to her toned body while a studded belt wrapped around her slim waist. Nadia’s sapphire blue rubber dress, with its plunging neckline and mesh inserts, molded to her figure and was enough to stop traffic. The trio’s loyalty to Cassie shone through their confident gestures and wide smiles as they came to accept the blonde as their new ruler.

Cassie stood gracefully, her gold chains clinking as she clipped a silver leash to Slave Pink’s collar. “Time for a walk, pet,” she mocked the former Domme and tugged the leash to urge her forward.

Gemma’s muffled whimpers vibrated through the gag as she shuffled onto her hands and knees, her naked plump rear raised high to reveal a pink jeweled princess butt plug nestled between her cheeks, its sparkle a humiliating symbol of the slut she had become. Tourists aimed their cameras and snapped photos of the exposed slave, while locals gasped at the state of the former fetish queen. The plug’s jewel accentuated her degradation, and her pierced clit was visible with each crawling step.

Cassie led the new Slave Pink around the float with a deliberate slowness, the silver leash taut as the former Domme crawled awkwardly. Her huge, round breasts swayed unnaturally with each movement, while her O-ring gag dribbled saliva to amplify her degradation. The crowd’s cheers intensified as their eyes fixed on the scenario unfurling before them.

The float rolled forward, and Gemma’s juvenile pigtails bounced as she struggled to keep pace with her superior. Lila, Sasha, and Nadia continued waving to the crowd from their thrones, their position facing the audience behind the float, and away from the degrading scene at the front.

Cassie glanced down at her pet, and her smug smile widened as she enjoyed the woman’s defeated status. The former queen’s humiliation was complete, her body a canvas of submission and humiliation, and Cassie’s triumph as Pineview’s new ruler was undeniable as the parade’s cheers echoed into the evening. The only thing left was to introduce Gemma to her new owner.

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After the parade, Cassie led Gemma through The Control Zone’s bustling main bar, holding the silver leash tightly as it tugged at the dainty pink collar labeled “Slave Pink” around the former Domme’s neck. The afterparty pulsed with enthusiastic, celebratory energy, with the patrons clad in leather and latex, raising their glasses to cheer the new queen’s successful introduction.

Their eyes locked onto Slave Pink as they parted to form a path for the blonde Domme to lead her pet, her transformed body on display for all to see. Gemma’s new round, fake tits swayed heavily with her “Fuckdoll” tattoo painted above them. Her ring gag muffled her high-pitched bimbo whimpers into incoherent pleas. It caused the constant stream of saliva that ran down her chin and onto the dark floor. The jeweled buttplug nestled between the slave’s enhanced cheeks was visible for every laughing patron to see, drawing whispers from the crowd as her pierced clit glinted provocatively.

The patrons’ adulation washed over Cassie, her confident stride commanding as she tugged the leash to guide her defeated pet through the throng. Men and women alike reached out, their fingers grazing and groping the new slave’s exposed skin, some even daring to pinch her pierced nipples, eliciting stifled moans through the gag.

The former queen’s blue eyes darted in panic, her permanent makeup accentuating her fixed, startled expression. She thought about escaping this total submissive nightmare. Still, a mental block in her mind prevented her from disobeying the new queen. Cassie continued to lead Slave Pink through the parted crowd until they reached the quieter back-of-house area, the blonde grinning as she guided the defeated woman towards Trevor’s office, her own silver crowd signifying the change of leadership inside Oregon’s premier fetish venue.

Cassie pushed open the heavy office door and pulled the silver leash tight as she guided Slave Pink into the dimly lit space where Trevor lounged behind his polished desk with his feet up. His black suit was unbuttoned to hint at the man’s rotund frame, and his goatee curled into a wicked grin as he saw the transformed, crawling slave heading towards him.

Cassie positioned Gemma to kneel directly before Trevor as the man sat up, her long pink nails resting obediently on her thighs as the blonde deftly unclipped the ring gag, letting it fall to the floor with a clink. Gemma’s lips failed to close as they returned to their natural wide-open O-shaped doll expression, their provocative pout a silent promise of future servitude.

“Here’s your package, Trevor. Delivered in full,” Cassie purred with authority as she handed the large man the silver leash and stepped back to admire her work. Her green eyes glinted with satisfaction while she watched the former queen kneel submissively before the boss she berated so often, her transformed body a testament to Cassie’s mind-controlling skills.

Trevor’s fingers curled around the leash, his eyes widening with sadistic glee as he leaned forward to take in Slave Pink’s altered form. “You’ve truly outdone yourself, Cassie,” he said with satisfaction as his goatee twitched. “I never dreamed she’d end up this perfect when I brought you on board.”

The club owner bit his lower lip and reached forward to stroke the former Domme’s inviting, fake tit. “You always thought you owned the club, didn’t you, Gemma? You always belittled me in front of the other staff and used your powers to keep me under your thumb. Well, when I discovered your secret cash stash and your plan to take over the business I’d worked so hard to make a success, I knew I needed to do something about it. That’s where Cassie came in.”

Gemma’s heart raced as she knelt before Trevor, her O-shape lips unmoving despite the visible anguish in her bimbo eyes. Desperate to speak, to explain herself, to ask the man she had enjoyed putting in his place for so long why he had done this to her. She started to talk, only for her voice to emerge in a high-pitched and silly twang. “Like, omigod, Trevor. Why’d you totally do this to me?” Her lips snapped back into their inviting O-shape the moment she had finished.

Cassie’s grin widened as she stepped forward and interrupted the reunion, her presence looming over her defeated rival. “That’s a cute voice, sex doll. However, we all know that sex dolls don’t need voices, do they, pet?” she taunted. Before Gemma could retort, the blonde queen snapped her fingers and stared into the pink-haired slave’s eyes. Gemma felt a tingle in her throat, and as she tried to use her voice, her wide-open lips remained unmoved and inviting, her voice having disappeared entirely.

Trevor’s laugh echoed in the office as he tugged the silver leash, pulling his new slave closer, her enhanced rear shifting to press the jeweled plug deeper in her ass. He unzipped his pants and fished out his hardened member, continuing to pull Gemma’s leash until her inviting, thick, bright pink lips hovered over the cock. With one fell swoop, the man pulled the leash one more time. The pink-haired slave’s lips enveloped his dick, wrapping around them with a suction-like grip before the woman obediently bobbed up and down, a surge of unwanted pleasure running through her as a reward for her obedience.

Gemma stared up at the fat man grinning down at her, half of her mind disgusted at her conditioned actions and how she managed to fall this hard, while the other half focused solely on pleasing the cock before her, acting like the cock-addicted slut she had become. She opened her throat and stifled a gag as Trevor pulled the leash tighter, ensuring the bimbo slave swallowed his entire cock whole, slipping it down the back of her throat.

Cassie grinned at the scene unfolding before her, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction as the slave’s O-shaped lips worked Trevor’s cock with the utmost devotion. “I guess I’ll leave you two to get reacquainted,” she said smugly. “Enjoy your new toy, Trevor. I have three of my own to tame.”

Trevor chuckled in the middle of a groan as he nodded his appreciation toward his new main Domme, watching the blonde turn and head back to the door as Gemma focused on pleasing his shaft like a good, obedient pet. He had his club back, and his new slave was going to make him some money.

Cassie closed the door behind her and smiled smugly, her mind refocused on Lila, Sasha, and Nadia, and how she was going to have a little fun toying with them. She was the new head bitch in town, and no one was ever going to doubt it again.

The End.