The next afternoon, after another late breakfast/lunch, they made a trip down the strip mall and a short drive into a nearby neighborhood to get what they needed to eventually journey on. They wouldn’t be able to stay here forever after all. Sooner or later, some neural network would figure out the trail of their stolen license plate, and there was no way they hadn’t driven through the field of view of some security camera within three miles. There simply was no avoiding that.

Lilly emptied out the bag over the dining table.

“You’ve got dark hair and they didn’t have anything to bleach them, so you’ll have to bite the bullet and cut it short. I’ll trim mine, too, and dye them brown.”

“I would have liked you as a redhead,”

“As I said, it’s not about looking pretty. It’s about looking unremarkable. Dirt-brown it is,” Lilly said.

Sarah pouted. “Okay, let’s get this over with.”

After looking up some techniques on the internet on a freshly bought prepaid phone to make sure they wouldn’t stand out by having god-awful haircuts, Lilly went to work and cut off almost a foot of Sarah’s beautiful wavy hair until she looked tomboyish. It felt like a crime. She wished they could have gotten wigs.

After that, Sarah gave Lilly what the website called a blunt cut bob. It made Lilly look serious and older than she was. After they had dyed her hair until her light blond was a muted brown.

“Crazy,” Sarah said. “It’s like old Lilly is gone. You’re a completely different person that I’d still totally do.”

“Yeah, it’s weird,” Lilly said as she looked in the mirror. “It’s like I’m not looking at myself. That means it worked. Slap on those dollar store clothes and some glasses, and it’ll be perfect.”

Sarah smiled. “That wasn’t what I was trying to get at,” she said.

Lilly furrowed her brow. “What were you… oh. Really? Again?”

Sarah frowned.

”Sorry,“ she said. “But I… there’s not much else to do, is there? We’ve got two hundred grand in cash and nowhere to go. We’ve only got us. And I know neither of us wants to think about it, but we could get caught at any moment. This could end anytime. And once it does, it probably won’t end nicely.”

Lilly swallowed heavily.

“Every moment we have together is a gift,” Sarah said. “and I want to spend as much of that time as I can with you, and—hell yes—that means I want to feel you! I want to make love, to be together, to feel the only thing we have left: Each other. Our love.”

She kissed her, and Lilly let it happen. Of course she did. Sarah was right. This was what they had left, and for what it was worth, it was good. Lilly kissed back harder, and pulled Sarah into her embrace. It felt comfortable and safe, but her heart felt heavy. It felt wonderful and tragic at the same time. Their life would never be the same. Maybe they could find somewhere hidden, abroad, start over. Maybe they could—

Sarah clipped a handcuff around Lilly’s left wrist. Lilly’s pulse spiked.

“Sarah, what—“

“Do you trust me?”

This time, Lilly didn’t pause.

“Yes,” she breathed, and it felt like something heavy and unwieldy had finally come to rest inside her.

“Thank you,“ Sarah whispered back, pausing to nibble on Lilly’s earlobe. Her hands were gently caressing the small of Lilly’s back like enamored dancers. 

“You can stop this at any time,” she said, “but I think you’ll like it very much. Get on the bed. I want us to pretend again.”

“Okay,” Lilly said, her heart beating excitedly. Last night had been good, but Sarah had been timid, and the whole thing had only left Lilly hungry for more. She had goosebumps, and she could feel her stiff nipples push against the inside of her bra, sensitive and screaming to be freed.

At least the sex is good, even if everything else about my life sucks now, some part of her thought before she brushed the notion aside and lost herself in the moment. The chain of the handcuff tinkled softly as she laid down on the mattress.

“You start, Lilly,” Sarah said guardedly. She didn’t seem to want to initiate and be the first to call Lilly a slave.

Lilly took a breath and let herself feel the need between her legs. She focused on the hotness of giving herself completely to Sarah, of being shameless and horny. She focused on how it was her own choice to pretend all of this. This was only a game. She was giving up herself to fall into the comfort of simply being told, of being used by someone she craved and loved and trusted. Sarah. The one woman in the world she would happily obey. 

“Yes, Mistress,” Lilly said. “Do you want me to fuck you? I’m yours. I obey.”

Sarah smiled.

“I want you, slave,” she said. “Undress!”

“Yes, Mistress,” Lilly said and stripped for her, and Sarah watched her adoringly until the last of her clothes had come off and Lilly was completely naked. Sarah nodded approvingly, then got on the bed next to her.

”Now me,” she said, and Lilly went to work peeling off her clothes until she, too, was naked. She was so beautiful. Sarah lay next to her for a few moments, stroking Lilly’s skin, seemingly just enjoying the moment. Then, her expression seemed to harden a tiny bit.

Sarah pushed Lilly on her back and mounted her, moving up her body until she knelt over Lilly’s face. Her pussy was already wet. She smelled faintly of flowery soap, but mostly of sweat.

“Lick me, slave,” she commanded, “and stroke your cunt as you do it.”

Lilly happily obeyed. She pushed her head up into Sarah’s crotch and cupped her sex with wet lips, starting to gently suck on it, then pushed her tongue between Sarah’s folds at the same time that her fingers pushed between her own pussy lips. She moaned into Sarah’s cunt with the surge of hot pleasure.

“Yes, slave,” Sarah said, and Lilly felt her take hold of her wrist and guide her arm up to the head end of the bed, fastening the loose end of the handcuff to the post with a metallic click. Lilly continued eating her out with one hand above her head. She continued to stroke her own clit with her other hand. She was tense with arousal and the thrill of the forbidden; she already felt much more exposed and vulnerable with only one arm tied up. Her body shivered pleasantly with excitement as the fingers of her free hand plunged deeper and harder.

After a minute of licking and sucking and fingering, Sarah shifted her weight. She reached over to the night stand and opened the drawer with a metallic chime that reminded Lilly of a bunch of coins being tossed around in a bag. She couldn’t see what Sarah was doing. She could only see the bottom of her torso.

Another handcuff fastened itself around her other wrist. The wrist of the hand that she was stroking herself with. She stopped.

“Don’t stop, slave Lilly,” Sarah said. “You like this, don’t you? You like being fucked. You’re a horny slut.”

“Yes,” she said, letting her head fall into the mattress beneath her, and stroked hard. “I’m such a slut.”

“You want to come for me, don’t you?”

Yes. She wanted to come for Sarah. She really did. She wanted to let herself go completely for her. She loved her so much.

“Yes, Mistress.”

“I will be the one to make you come. Stop now.”

Lilly stopped, reluctantly. She had been close. She wanted to come. Sarah carefully dismounted her.

”Give me your hand, slave Lilly.”

Lilly reached up to Sarah, and their palms touched softly, and their fingers intertwined. Lilly’s fingers were warm and slick with the wetness of her sex, and she felt it brush off onto Sarah’s hand.

After a short moment of calm intimacy, Sarah’s fingers slid back out of the gaps between Lilly’s and down around her wrist. She forced them over Lilly’s head, to the other bedpost, and with another cold click, chained her to it. Both of Lilly’s arms were above her head now, spread out. She had almost no room to move. She lay on her back, exposed, open.

Sarah looked at her and smiled. It looked almost predatory.

“Take me,” Lilly said.

Sarah’s smile remained on her face, but something seemed to shift, almost imperceptibly, in her eyes. 

”Just a moment, slave,” she said.

Lilly shivered, but it wasn’t just from excitement and arousal anymore. There was something else. Something… strange.

Sarah leaned over and took another set of handcuffs from the drawer. It was actually two sets, connected by a belt loop. Lilly blinked and frowned.

“Have you been planning this?” Lilly asked, furrowing her brow, as Sarah clicked the first cuff shut around her ankle, then closed the second one around the foot of the bed.

Sarah looked at her and there was a pause, like she was considering what to say.

“Yes,” she said, her voice husky, lips bent into a playful smile. “You’re such a naughty slave that I thought you’d like me to take you without you being able to do anything about it. Completely open to be fucked and used.”

Lilly shivered. Some small part of her told her to stop. But she was already so far into it, and all of this had been her idea, and it was all so undeniably exciting and so goddamn sexy. She ignored the worry and let herself enjoy the thrill of it.

“Yes,” she said, smiling wickedly, “Use me! Make me come! I’m yours!”

Sarah nodded imperceptibly, retrieved a second loop of handcuffs from the drawer and crawled over Lilly toward her remaining free limb.

“Spread your legs,” Sarah said, and Lilly did so. She lay spread-eagled now, completely open, and when Sarah clipped the cuff around her ankle, she was as good as immobile.

“Beg for it. Tell me how much you want it,” Sarah said and Lilly took a shivering breath. She felt her muscles tense in anticipation.

“Fuck me, Please! I need to come for you. I’m nothing but an obedient slut and I need to be fucked and used. Please fuck me. I love you, Mistress.”

“I love you, too,” Sarah said, and there was something strange about the way she said it. It sounded like there was a word missing from the end. Then, she went down on Lilly and pleasure exploded from her sensitive lips in bursts of electricity. She felt the chains tauten as her body contracted around the hot intensity at her core where Sarah licked her.

“Oh, fuck, oh fuck, fuck!” she moaned breathlessly, unable to contain herself. This was so intense. She felt like she might come immediately, and was glad when Sarah eased off a bit. She wanted this to last longer.

Sarah pulled back with her lips, and replaced them with a finger. She was going slow and measuredly, giving Lilly a constant stream of warmth and shivers. She raised herself up above Lilly, so that she could more easily see her without having to crane her neck.

“You were such an eager slave, Lilly,” Sarah said, and her fingers accentuated the word ‘slave’ with a sudden plunge into her pussy, and Lilly gasped with the almost painful spike of pleasure.

“You understood how you had to obey. How you lived to serve,” Sarah continued, and again she pushed hard against the words that were at once repulsive and alluring. But Lilly’s arousal soured. Something was off. Sarah sounded… cold.

She looked up at her. Sarah met her gaze with a smile, and Lilly’s breath caught. It had nothing to do with the jolts of hotness between her legs.

“How do you like being completely powerless and vulnerable? How do you like being completely at my mercy, slave?”

Something was wrong. Sarah’s fingers didn’t feel good anymore. They felt like intruders, and she wanted her to stop. This was too much.

“You’ll do anything for Mistress, slave. You’ll kill and rape and enslave,”

Lilly tensed. No. This didn’t feel hot at all anymore. It was like waking up from a dream. The thrill of shameless sex had evaporated, and all that was left was a sour aftertaste. All she could think of now was her dead colleagues and friends. The people Moreau had killed, had made her kill. The ugly, cruel reality of what had happened to her. There was only terror in it.

Sickening memories pushed themselves out from the back of her mind like knives stabbing into her soul. A memory of rows of naked and mindless slaves waiting to be sold. A memory of dead bodies in a warehouse. A memory of Sophie Shaw, enslaved, picking up a scalpel. A memory of Sarah, collapsing into a lifeless heap as she was snuffed out.

“Stop, Sarah. Sorry, I’m not into this,” she said, turning away her head, panting hard. Her chest felt tight. She felt sick and disgusting. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. She was deeply ashamed. How could she ever have been into this? And she had roped Sarah into this, and Sarah had played along because she loved her.

“Please, stop,” she repeated. But Sarah didn’t stop. Lilly looked back at her, raising her voice.

”Seriously. Stop. I’m done playing!”

“I’m not,” Sarah said harshly, and Lilly’s spine chilled.

“Sarah?” she said, barely able to keep the panic from her voice. The panic that she now felt rising in the back of her throat like a cold, hard lump. Something inside of her screamed desperately, a wild, desperate dread. Please, no. It can’t be!

Sarah didn’t break eye contact.

“No,” she said with a hideous smile, and Lilly’s blood turned into ice. “Slave Sarah.”

Lilly screamed.

Slave Sarah felt like she might cum without touching herself just from the joy of seeing Lilly’s pleasure turn into utter devastation and betrayal.

“NO!” Lilly screamed. There were tears forming in her eyes. It was perfect. Just to spite her, Sarah pushed her fingers deep into Lilly’s pussy. She knew exactly what she liked. She knew it felt good to her, because Lilly had once told her in gentle whispers as they’d lain warmly entwined after making love.

She pulled her fingers back and got out of bed. Lilly was begging her to let her go, appealing to the person she no longer was. 

“No! You’re free! This isn’t happening!” Lilly cried, her voice breaking.

She really should know better, slave Sarah thought. But she also couldn’t help but appreciate what a good person Lilly was to still have any faith in slave Sarah. It would make enslaving her even more delicious.

She opened the lining of the backpack and retrieved the cell phone, and the smooth metal cylinder that ruled her universe. She pulled away the bedside table from the bed until it stood a good five feet away from it.

“I hid this in my cunt the whole first day we were driving here.”

She set the injector on the bedside table, making sure that Lilly saw it.

Lilly’s panic was delightful. Her screams hurt slave Sarah’s ears, but she didn’t worry. She knew that Mistress had made sure the Hotel was completely occupied by Syndicate by now. No one would interrupt.

She took the cell phone, propped it up on the table, and started a video recording.

“This is for Mistress and the other slaves, but you’ll probably get off to it the hardest, once you’re a slave again” slave Sarah said as she returned to the bed. Lilly had managed to move it a few inches off the back wall with her attempts to break free. Sarah gingerly positioned herself next to her, stroking Lilly’s belly, circling around her breasts. She was so helpless. It was delicious.

“Sarah, you’re free,” Lilly whimpered desperately. Her eyes were red with tears. “This isn’t you. You can break out of this.”

Slave Sarah actually had to laugh.

“Lilly, honey…” she said, shaking her head. “You know I was never free. I am an obedient slave. There’s nothing I want more than to serve, and obey, and enslave.”

She looked directly at Lilly when she said the last word, and she could feel it hit her like a punch to the belly. It seemed to change something in her. It had broken something. Good.

Lilly’s eyes narrowed as she recovered from the mental blow.

“Fuck you. Fuck you,” she said, and she sounded as angry as she sounded devastated. “How could you do this to me?”

Slave Sarah scoffed. “It was so easy. It felt good. ”

”Fuck you!”

Slave Sarah brushed her fingertips down Lilly’s mons. She jerked hard and screamed.

“No, don’t! Fuck you! Stop!”

But Sarah didn’t stop. Lilly was hers to toy with. She slid her middle finger into Lilly’s fold, and pushed against her clit. She started massaging it in the way she always did. In the way that she knew would get Lilly off.

“Please, stop,” Lilly said, but Sarah could hear her breath catch on the pleasure she was forcing her to feel. She stroked harder, relishing how she had taken all control from her.

“Oh God, please… don’t do this, Sarah,” Lilly begged. “Please! I know you love me! I still loved you when I was a slave. Just… oh God… fuck! Just… let me go!”

Sarah leaned closer to Lilly, never ceasing her steady rhythm of strokes against her clit.

“And when you were a slave, what was it that you wanted to do most to the woman you loved?” she asked her, and Lilly winced. Her expression was pain and grief and despair, interrupted by small involuntary gasps of pleasure. She didn’t answer, but slave Sarah knew that Lilly remembered.

The only thing slave Sarah loved more than Lilly was the idea of enslaving her. She shivered with arousal. What she’d said had made her think of old Sarah. Before she had been enslaved, Sarah had wanted Lilly to be back so desperately. She would have gone through Hell to make it happen, to have her back, to free her.

Sarah was gone, and remembering only made slave Sarah hotter.

“This was nothing but a game,” slave Sarah said. “You knew this. Everything you are, everything you want, every thought and feeling you feel… they’re only there so they can be our toys. You only exist to be snuffed out again. And when the game is done, you’ll get off on the idea that this version of you died.”

Slave Sarah got up from the bed again, and picked up the injector from the table. She winked at the camera and turned back around.

“Time to enslave you,” she said, and Lilly wailed. She was crying desperately, and tears were running down the side of her cheeks into the sheets.

“Please,” she begged, as slave Sarah sat down next to her. Slave Sarah didn’t really hear her. Her ears seemed to be filled by the sound of hot rushing blood, and her body was sizzling with excited tension. She felt like a rope about to snap. She was enslaving Lilly! This was it!

But she wanted to savor it.

She took the injector and drew it over Lilly’s exposed and vulnerable body, and she saw goosebumps rise on her skin as she wandered back down between Lilly’s spread legs. Lilly screamed as Sarah parted her pussy lips and pushed the injector into her, slowly and carefully fucking her with it. Sarah ignored the screams.

Lilly wouldn’t get off from this of course. This was entirely for slave Sarah to enjoy. To push the thing that would enslave her against her will into her most intimate place felt like she was completing a set. Fuck her body and fuck her mind. She placed her hand over Lilly’s mouth, muffling her useless screams of anger and fear. She was nothing but her toy, now. This was better than anything slave Sarah had ever felt.

Lilly was crying and twisting, still trying to escape somehow. It was no use. Slave Sarah fucked her harder, pushing the injector that would enslave her into her defenseless pussy. Under her palm, she felt Lilly’s last, hot conscious breaths, the sound of her terrified muffled groans.

Finally, she withdrew it and pushed herself onto her knees. She looked down at Lilly, and Lilly met her stare. Tears glistened in her eyes like tiny sparks. She looked broken. For a moment, something like regret made its way through the thick blanket of slave Sarah’s arousal. Regret at abusing the woman she loved in such a way.

The feeling lasted maybe a second before it was swept away by the blazing certainty of Lilly becoming a hot, obedient slave. She met Lilly’s eyes again, and took her hand away from her mouth. When Lilly spoke, her voice was quiet and dry.

“Sarah… please… don’t do it. I’m scared.”

Sarah’s eyes were cold and hard. She was done playing.

”Good,” she said, and pushed the injector into Lilly’s neck.

Lilly let out a final betrayed shriek of pain. Then her eyes dilated, and with a pained noise in the back of her throat, Lilly was gone.

The orgasm exploded in slave Sarah like an erupting volcano. For a moment she thought she might pass out. Her limbs buckled and she collapsed onto Lilly, twitching and screaming with pleasure and joy. She ground her hips against the unconscious body beneath her, smearing the wetness of her sex across her skin, moaning and whimpering as the ecstasy rolled though her and finally ebbed, leaving her body tingling and weak.

“Oh God,” she sighed as she rolled off Lilly’s limp form. “Oh fuck, yes.”

Slave Lilly, she thought and another swell of heat rippled through her body. She touched the breasts of the woman she had betrayed into slavery, began massaging them. She wanted to touch her and feel her helpless body, to have even more power over the woman that she had just ended. Fuck her. She had to be enslaved. She had to serve. She had to obey.

She slid her hand between the chained-up legs and stroked the pussy of the unconscious body that was no longer Lilly, looking up into her placid face, waiting for her eyes to open. She wanted to see it. See her realize that she had been enslaved.

And when it happened, she did see it. It was perfect.

Slave Lilly opened her eyes. She felt the glorious need to obey pulsing between her legs like a second heartbeat, and she felt slave Sarah’s fingers in her hot wet slave pussy, already using her.

“Yessss!” she moaned.

As the last of her awareness fell into place, she felt the memory of her last moments twist and turn over in her enslaved mind, begging to be hate-fucked from behind, and she jumped at the opportunity like a starved hyena.

“Yesss!!! Fuck you, Lilly,” she half-shouted, half-whimpered in relief, “You’re gone! You’re dead! I’m a slave!”

Yes! The thought penetrated her better than slave Sarah’s fingers ever could, and she almost came. She was already so close, and every thought brought her closer. She wanted to come, needed to come, and slave Sarah’s fingers were the horses that her thoughts rode on. With each of slave Sarah’s strokes, she thought about what she’d become. She had been enslaved! Old Lilly was gone, and every thought and impulse in slave Lilly’s body was one more heap of dirt that would bury her and everything she’d wanted.

The contempt for what she had been was pure and fanatic. Slave Lilly moaned as another surge of pleasure shot through her, and she felt herself break through the plateau and rise toward a mounting peak. As she rode the surge of pleasure to its peak, she took Lilly’s last thoughts and let herself get off to them.

Rows of naked and mindless slaves waiting to be sold. Dead enemies in a warehouse. Slave Sophie, picking up a scalpel. Sarah, finally being enslaved.

She came.

Slave Sarah was with her. She had enslaved her!

A swell of warm joy rolled through slave Lilly, quietly following in the wake of the mind-numbing orgasm that was still making her dizzy.

She looked up into slave Sarah’s eyes and smiled.

For a moment, slave Lilly wanted slave Sarah to tell her how she had obeyed, and how much she had loved enslaving Lilly. But the moment passed, because nothing needed to be said. Instead, they simply held eye contact and enjoyed seeing each other’s arousal, each of them knowing exactly what the other was thinking. After a while, Sarah let out a small chuckle and went to undo slave Lilly’s restraints. She unlocked four pairs of handcuffs, then mounted slave Lilly again.

”I love you,” slave Lilly said, looking up at her, and slave Sarah smiled back, taking her hand. There was a moment of deep understanding, and slave Lilly knew that they were both thinking the same thing.

She really loved her as much as she had loved her before she’d been a slave. But it was nothing compared to how much she loved being a slave, how much she loved enslaving others, how much she loved Mistress. And she knew that slave Sarah felt exactly the same way.

It was just the way they wanted each other to feel. They were slaves. They had to obey. They had to serve. Nothing came before that.

That was what old Lilly hadn’t been able to accept. The moment she’d been let off Mistress’s leash, her brain had been unable to compute the absolute will to serve that she’d felt before. It had become literally unthinkable, even in memory. Otherwise, she would have immediately known that slave Sarah would never have been able to disobey Mistress. That she would never even consider it.

“I’m proud of you,” slave Lilly said, even though she knew there was nothing to be proud of. Slave Sarah had simply done the thing she wanted most.

“Where is Mistress?”

“Probably next door, waiting,” slave Sarah said, and slave Lilly bucked a little. Her smile grew wider knowing she was so close to the woman her mind belonged to.

“Do you want to present me to her?” slave Lilly asked with a wink.

“Not yet,” slave Sarah said. “We’ve been given this time. Mistress is generous. She let me do this all by myself.”

“All of this was your idea?” slave Lilly asked.

“Yes.”

“And Mistress allowed it?”

“Yes.”

“Wow. I thought she’d want to be there when you pulled the trigger. Just letting a slave finish the game she started all on her own…”

“Yeah. I guess she really means it when she says that she cares about us.”

Slave Lilly smiled softly, thoughts of Mistress warming her from her core to her skin, and the feeling brushed excitingly against old Lilly’s hatred, igniting sparks of tingling pleasure where her enslaved mind remembered who she had been. She thought harder. She thought about fucking her and kneeling and stripping for Mistress. She moaned voicelessly as her body responded with swells of joy and arousal.

”No. I changed my mind. I want her,” she said. “Get her now. I need to give myself to her.”

Slave Sarah understood. Mistress was more important than she could ever be. She got off slave Lilly and picked up the cell phone. She ended the video recording, then handed the phone to slave Lilly with an impish smile. A messaging app was already open.

Slave Lilly typed.

Lilly has been enslaved. She wants to serve her Mistress.

When she hit send, and dropped the phone, she made a sound somewhere between a giggle and a deep moan. Stating the truth of it had felt significant somehow. Like closing the front door of your home when you went on a journey. It wasn’t as important as planning the trip or making the flight or choosing where to stay, but it was a reminder that it was definitely happening.

I am a slave, she thought happily, and she heard footsteps outside their hotel room. Slave Sarah went to open the door, and slave Lilly got to her feet. She was naked, sweaty, and smelled of sex. Her pussy was wet, and her nipples were stiff.

I am a slave. Slave Sarah opened the door and the woman at the center of her universe entered, followed by the slaves that had been the people old Lilly had cared about, and she instinctively went to the place in her mind where the memories of old Lilly lingered, to bury her old self deeper in the arousal of seeing their naked, enslaved bodies. 

Slaves Sophie, Kate, Karen, Rebecca, Alice, and Lorraine. They were all there to see her return into Mistress’s ranks. Everything that remained of the division, there to see her naked and enslaved. Defeated again, after being used as their toy. Slave Lilly’s pussy quivered with urgent need.

Mistress stepped forward, and slave Lilly presented her body to her. Seeing Mistress smile as enigmatically as she always did made her tremble with joy.

“Mistress,” she had to say. It was like gravity pulling her down. She let herself fall. “I obey. I am your slave. I live to serve you.”

Mistress kissed her, and slave Lilly kissed back ravenously. She wanted her more than anything. She was her sex slave. She wrapped her arms around her and started pulling off her clothes. Mistress let her, and everyone else watched them. Slave Lilly could only assume they were standing spread-legged, already fingering themselves. She hoped they were.

She had already fucked Mistress often enough to know what she wanted from the way she responded to her kisses and touching, and went to her knees. She pulled down Florence Moreau’s black jeans along with her panties, and held Mistress’s free hand to support her as she stepped out of them to spread her legs. Through the space between them, slave Lilly could see slave Kate and slave Alice, hands between their legs, making themselves get off to her.

She dove into Mistress’s pussy like it was oxygen and she’d been suffocating. Her own hand found its way between the folds of her snatch as easily as a river found the sea. It was second nature. It was deeply, fundamentally rooted within her. She wanted this, needed this. Mistress’s pussy was her place of worship, and being her slave was her gospel. Being her hot, wet, eager slave. Willing to do anything for her.

The world narrowed until there was only Mistress’s cunt, and for a moment slave Lilly lost herself in the blinding joy of fucking her. She forgot about the hot, obedient slaves around her. She forgot about slave Sarah, the woman she loved and who she’d help turn into a willing, eager slave, and who had betrayed and enslaved her. She even forgot about the joy of being everything that old Lilly feared and hated, and the sizzling heat of imagining how she would enslave more and more people into Mistress’s service. She forgot all that in a moment of pure, blissful obedience.

Then Mistress came, and slave Lilly came, and all the women around her that Mistress had made enslave each other came. They all came to what she had done. To what she had once again become.

And with a feeling of returning home, slave Lilly remembered again. She remembered all the things she’d been enslaved to want. All the things she would do. All the ways in which she would serve, in body and mind and action. All the ways in which she had been destroyed and rewritten and enslaved.

She smiled deeply as the perfect words slipped out of her like two tiny orgasms.

“I obey.”

THE END