The outfit they chose for Eliana came close to matching Brenda’s own.

“We’re such good friends!” Brenda clapped her hands, smiling brilliantly. “Everyone will know!”

The sundress was tight and nearly sheer. In the mirror, Eliana could easily see the outlines of her ample breasts without quite seeing the skin underneath, or her nipples. The gorgeous lines and angles of her neck—shiny and buffed like the rest of her—were shown off considerably in the wide boat neckline of the piece. The dress ended well above the knee. All she had to do was shift her legs and arms just so and her Husband would be able to see how wet she was for him.

Ungh.

Her Husband. She didn’t even know his name. But she knew she loved the way he fucked her throat.

Eliana noticed with satisfaction that her heels were higher than Brenda’s, with sexy straps that wrapped all the way up her slender ankles. She wore pale blue wrist-length gloves and gathered her hair up in a sexy, loose, please-fuck-my-throat-again-Husband ponytail that draped over the delicate structure of her collarbones. On top of it all, she put on a sunhat. The brim was slightly wider than Brenda’s as well. This made Eliana deeply pleased.

It was good, she thought, to remind Brenda of her place.

Eliana wasn’t sure of what that place was. But it wasn’t as if Eliana had woken up in a world where she was serving Brenda, was it?

There was a hierarchy. She would flaunt it.

It felt good to flaunt it.

“You’re so gorgeous,” said Brenda, walking around her for a good look. “I’m so lucky to be able to help you out today, ma’am.”

Eliana preened. This Brenda girl should feel lucky to help her out today

“Yes.” She said it almost automatically. “That's right.”

She knows her place.

The thought came unbidden to her head—like many of her thoughts so far today. But like many of those thoughts also, it felt completely natural in her beautiful head. Eliana was gorgeous; so, to be around her made someone like Brenda quite lucky.

Eliana looked at Brenda for a moment. It was—perhaps—strange to be thinking with such superiority of another human being. Another woman. Brenda was completely lovely. Just outside the bounds of Eliana’s imagination was the knowledge that if Brenda were to walk into a party or restaurant, all male and female eyes would stop entirely just to rest on her and enjoy the show. She was absurdly pretty.

Eliana was simply…better, that was all. And she knew it the same way she knew her name.

“My name is Eliana.”

She cast herself a smile, her lovely smile, turning this way and that and staring at herself in the mirror.

“My name is Eliana,” she said again.

But what she meant was, I'm better than you.

“I know, ma’am.” Brenda smiled. “And it’s the loveliest name.”

Once fully dressed, they stepped outside. The neighborhood was happy and sunny. Every house had a big, perfectly manicured yard. There were no fences; no barriers. The roads looked recently paved, shiny and black.

Their pairs of heels clicked sharply as they stepped onto the sidewalk. Eliana stopped and looked around.

“Where’s the car?” she asked.

There was a garage, but the door was closed. She wondered what was inside. She realized she hadn’t really seen any part of her house except for the mirror and the closet. Everything else had just been drowned out.

And it was so easy to look in the mirror. She caught her reflection in the window of her house. Gosh. She was so pretty. She loved looking at herself; she had been doing it for most of her day so far. It was a properly, womanly thing to do.

“Oh.” Brenda shook her head. “Only Magnus families get car service.”

“I didn’t mean a car service. I meant…can’t we drive?”

Brenda raised an eyebrow. “Can you drive?”

Eliana thought about it. She had assumed she could. Then she tried to put together how it might happen. First, you had to get inside. Right? But…you needed a man there for that. Someone to hold the door for you. And there was no man here at all. There was no Husband. And if there were a Husband here, Eliana wouldn’t drive. She would just do what her Husband said.

And probably that would be to stroke him or suck him or nuzzle against him. She sighed happily, thinking of how wonderful that would be.

“No. No, I guess not.”

“Wives don’t drive,” said Brenda. “We don’t need to know how to. We just need to cook, and clean, and suck, and serve, and make our man so happy.”

“Yes,” Eliana nodded. “Cook and clean and suck and serve.”

Brenda grabbed her hand and they began to strut down the perfectly-maintained sidewalk. “Cook and clean and suck and serve. Make our man so hap-py.”

Eliana, after a moment of hesitation, joined in. The little tune Brenda said it with was so catchy.

“Cook and clean and suck and serve. Make our man so hap-py.”

They walked like this for a long time, arm in arm. Their outside arms were positioned at their hips, hands daintily positioned at a ninety-degree angle to the ground.

The town was structured and orderly. Numbered streets bisected alphabet streets. Every corner had a shop. They walked arm in arm, without shame—Brenda’s hips obviously enjoying the grind against Eliana’s—all the way to the grocery store. They walked by other women with bags full of groceries and pushing carts or ferrying along small children. Everyone was smiling. Many of the women looked drastically pregnant. This did not stop them from still wearing tall heels or revealing outfits.

Everyone in the grocery store wore sundresses like them. All of them so gorgeous. Eliana imagined they must also similarly not be wearing panties or bras. And also—from the interior nature of the store, she could smell the enclosed heat and lust building up from all these women all at once.

All these beautiful women. Brought here somehow. Strutting through the store with perfect posture. Perfect bodies. Perfect pussies without panties. Sopping wet. Their legs shining with juices and need.

Eliana walked with Brenda and found herself picking up items automatically. Like the list for what foods to get was written somewhere deep in her subconscious without her even needing to think about it. Kind of like how every bottle she picked up reminded her of a cock—her Husband’s Cock—and without trying to her lips wetted and parted and her throat opened slightly.

They were nearly done—Eliana was just about to go to the checkout line, only she couldn’t see one—when Brenda really started distracting her.

Brenda had been talking the whole time. Mostly, she had been saying pretty sentences about how beautiful Eliana was. It seemed she had a crush.

“I have such a crush on you, I have to say,” said Brenda. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. You’re so beautiful. All I want to do is sit and kiss your wrists. Or your shoulders. Or your pussy. I really, really want to kiss your pussy. My Husband hired me out to you for the whole day. I’ll do anything you like. If I’m really good, will you let me just sit and touch myself while I look at you? Maybe I could paint you? My Husband let me remember how to paint. He says I used to do it all the time, that people paid for my paintings. Can you believe that? It's so silly and I tell him every time and he seems to like how I don't believe it.”

Eliana was distracted. The H-word, Husband, was still doing a heavy number on her own arousal level.

“Husbands.” She licked her lips. “Husbands have Cocks.”

“Just one you need to worry about. No way he’s selling you around. Nuh uh. I’ve heard things about your Husband too. He’s a rising star for the Company. And no wonder, with a wife like you. Why, I bet even Hannah herself is going to be jealous when she sees you at the ball this Friday, and—”

They slammed into another grocery cart. Brenda, walking backwards and staring at Eliana, was also guiding the cart.

Eliana immediately felt a flash of annoyance at Brenda. It was her fault, and it would have been her fault even if it wasn’t, because that’s what you brought lessers around for—to blame them for things going wrong, and to take their credit when things went right.

The woman holding the other cart was tall—nearly as tall as Eliana—and blonde. Scandinavian or Nordic in origin, with a haughty tilt to her chin and nose and long sweeping blond hair that fell to her ass in healthy, abundant waves. She was beautiful, with glossy pink lips and heavy tits that bounced in her form-fitting sundress as she spoke.

“I’m going to be jealous of what, little Neophyte girl?”

Brenda stepped backward and grabbed her own midsection, like she had been shot in an old western.

“Oh. O-oh. My god. Hannah. Miss—Misses Hannah. I mean. Madam. I mean—”

Hannah waited, eyeing deliberately at the ground with a raised eyebrow. Brenda, picking up on this immediately, flung herself to the ground and knelt.

“I-I’m sorry. I meant no offense. It’s that you’re so pretty and she’s so pretty I just thought, what a good comparison, it will make such a good complement for anyone to be compared favorably to y-you, a-and—”

“Shut up.”

Hannah put a platform sandal heel on top of Brenda’s neck, keeping her face squashed against the ground. The placement was delicate but precise, and meant to keep Brenda from moving. It must have been difficult to balance in the precarious heels, so utterly sexy with how tall they were and the way they turned Hannah’s legs and made her tight ass flex, but Hannah seemed to find it quite easy.

“You’re the new Prime girl, is that right?” Hannah asked Eliana.

“I’m not sure, really.”

“You are. You know I could make you kneel right now. Put you down right there next to this bottom-feeder. Do you know why that is?”

Eliana found it best to be diplomatic. “I’m sure there’s an excellent reason.”

“Because my husband is in charge of this town. Because I am the only Elysian-class woman here. And you are two ranks below me. That means you’ll do as I say, whether you like it or not. Do you understand?”

Eliana smiled. “You’re so lovely. I think I would adore doing what you say regardless.”

Hannah stared at her up and down with ice cold blue eyes.

“You think I would be jealous of you, Prime girl?”

“My name is Eliana.” It felt important to affirm that; it was the one thing she knew. “And I couldn’t imagine what you would want to do with your time.”

Hannah’s sneer turned into a snarl. She pushed down harshly on Brenda’s neck, walking toward Eliana, and grabbed Eliana by the neck. Her grip was iron strong.

“Kneel.”

Eliana did. She didn’t feel like she wanted to—but she did, automatically. Obediently. A flush of heat appeared down her belly and was matched by wetness between her thighs.

“Do you see? Now tell me again. Tell me some other sarcastic remark, bitch. About what I should do with my time.”

Eliana found it best to be quiet.

“That’s better. That’s your place. On your knees.”

Hannah stepped closer and pushed Eliana’s head up against her thighs, up near her crotch. It was wet. Warmth pouring out like a fire.

“And if you do a good job of that, little Prime? Then maybe Mommy will let you lick her pussy once in a while as Master watches. You want that, don’t you?”

The smell of her was intoxicating. “Y-yes.”

“You’d do anything for that, wouldn’t you?”

“Y-yes.”

“Yes, what?”

The answer felt automatic, just like kneeling. “Yes, Mistress.”

“Good girl.”

Hannah dragged Eliana’s face across her crotch for several seconds. Letting her feel the heat. The moisture. The fabric of her dress was so thin that Eliana felt the individual folds of Hannah’s pussy. An orgasm, hot and sudden, struck Eliana’s body from feeling the pussy of this blonde goddess in such a terrifying, sudden way. Eliana understood—even as the bliss shook through her core—that she was cumming because Hannah had forced her to.

It felt. So. Fucking. Good.

As the pleasure still had her body in shivering aftershocks, Hannah let go of her throat entirely and stepped away. It took a moment for Eliana’s fuzzy vision to come back into clarity. Standing, coughing for air, she heard Hannah happily greeting another gaggle of girls and all of them laughing at Eliana and Brenda.