Sam groans, exhausted from a long day of shoots. After the first few camera flashes, she swears that her part time job just becomes a blur that passes by so quickly, yet at the same time it feels like forever. Holding the same poses for so long is not only that forgettable, but it also makes her ache all over. Just as her hand makes contact with the door handle to her dorm room, she hears a series of crashing sounds from within and decides to take a detour to a friend's room. Aubrey is scary when she's smashing things. Sat on her friend's bed as the other girl assaults her poor ears with the latest juicy gossip, Sam whips out her phone and checks her messages. Tyra's in New York? That's so far away... she looks so dazzling in the attached photo that Sam could barely recognise her. So pretty, Sam thinks to herself as she feels a sulk coming on.

Another message? Sam's thumb flicks up and her eyes sharpen. A message request from Helena? Well that's out of the blue, what could she want? Sam feels the weight shifting on the bed as her friend kneels behind her. She just ignores it, feeling rude but too curious as to what her former friend could possibly want. Probably just something to do with work, Helena having a full time internship at Blisscorp after all. With some hesitation, Sam accepts the message request and reads the sent message.

Hi Sam, long time no see huh? Sorry about this, but would you like to empty and refuel for a bit? It'll be easier for me to explain this after deprogramming you. Now that I have your attention, I want you to call me so I ca--

"You're not even listening to me Sammy!" A hand reaches over Sam's shoulder and grabs the phone out of her hand, Sam too blank and mindless to react as her gaze loses focus with nothing immediately in front of it.

"That's better, now look at me I was talking about Sarah and Jessica's lesbian tryst, thought you'd be interested y'know?"

Sam turns on the bed until she is facing her friend, who suddenly gives her a confused look.

"Umm, Sammy?"

Funny that she was the one who brought Tyra and Sam into this thing, now she's having to fight to keep them out of it. Damn impulsive ego, she just wanted to knock them down a peg after they ditched her. Left her to rot with the rejects and the outcasts, the 'mean girls'. Helena supposes that is probably an apt labelling, given how she's knowingly complicit in a frankly evil operation. She's past caring though, so long as she can just get those two out of the way. Not for them or anything, just to avoid the guilt of her only two friends losing their personalities because of her. One last good deed before closing the door on her morals, she figures.

"Hey mom, I'm going out."

"Are you sure dear? You're not going to go hang out with those delinquent cronies of yours again are you?"

"I haven't spoken to them since I graduated high school."

"Oh." The woman rolls her eyes. "You should really make some friends then, a girl your age should be going out more. Don't want to end up like me."

"I'm going out right now, aren't I? Oh and mom, did you hear my old classmate Rachel has gone missing? Wouldn't happen to know anything about that would you?"

Helena's mother goes red in the face. "Wh-what are you talking about? She's your friend not mine!"

"Right, I just thought the sports bra in your car looked a little tight for you. My bad. Seeya."

Before she can face her mother's defensive rant, Helena absconds.

"Haaah, haaah... shit, tired me out."

Aubrey lays on the dorm room floor with a look of satisfaction and fatigue, having just wrecked their living space for the umpteenth time but this time managing to avoid the new houseplant, Aubrey III. After a few spoonfulls of Greek yoghurt from the fridge she feels much better, though Sam having eaten all the strawberries while strategically leaving all other fruit untouched is starting to become a series problem... strawberries happen to be Aubrey's favourite too.

"Wait, it's summer again already?" Aubrey suddenly asks Aubrey III, realising that she is sat inside on a summer's day with no work to do. What the heck is she doing, you're probably thinking... and by you I mean the plant, by which I mean Aubrey III. You are Aubrey III and you're wondering what the heck Aubrey is doing.

Or so Aubrey likes to imagine. Wouldn't it be cool if Aubrey III had such wisdom and sentience, she ponders with a smile. A short lived smile, however, as a knock at the door signals the presence of oncoming social interaction with what could only be their bitch neighbour Stephanie.

"Coooming." Aubrey, in no rush at all, takes her time getting to the door and swinging it open. Instead of that bitch Stephanie, she is greeted by Helena, a lesser bitch?

"Oh, uh, hey. Sam in?" The brunette asks, looking up at Aubrey.

"You're the girl from the other day, survey girl? I remember Sam saw you and slammed her door, she says you're a... oh I'm saying more than I should aren't I?"

"Probably, doesn't really matter, where is she?" Survey girl? She was sent here after Sam subconsciously pinged work about Aubrey, she was kicking up a fuss after realising she had lost a few days. The survey was a lame cover she came up with last minute.

"Still at work I think, she hasn't got back yet. I don't suppose you'd be willing to help me tidy up before she does?" Weird thing to ask a stranger, Aubrey.

"Shit. It says she's not at work, that can't be good. I know where they'll have taken her..."

"Is Sam okay?" Aubrey has no idea what Helena is talking about, but it sounds like her roommate could be in trouble. "What can I do to help?"

"Nothing, uh, forget I said anything... unless you can help me sneak past a security guard or two."

Aubrey cracks her knuckles. "Sure! I have a black belt in karate."

"...Seriously?"

Helena and Aubrey exit the dormitory, walking past their friend Sam on their way out without realising.

"Yes, miss."

"Miss?" Sam's friend erupts into giggles as she collapses onto her side. "Call me... queen!"

"Yes, Queen."

More giggles. "So you're like, totally hypnotised or whatever? By your phone? You're pranking me right?"

"No Queen, I'm programmed to go blank and obedient when I'm told to empty and refuel."

"No way! You're like, so weird Sammy! Is this some fetish thing? Are you coming onto me, lezzy?" She giggles, a little flushed.

Sam just stares blankly, waiting instructions.

"Er, if you're really hypnotised then you'll take your shirt off without questioning me right?"

"Yes, Queen."

"Goddess Stephanie. Call me that instead and go on already then!"

"Yes, Goddess Stephanie." Sam hooks her fingers under the hem of her shirt and pulls it up over her head, giving Stephanie full view of her bare chest as the shirt sails down onto the bed beside her.

"Oh uhm, wow. You're... topless."

"No no, it's private security and trust me this is a shady group so we're in the right. I just... I don't know, I think I'm in over my head here... I thought I was punishing Sam and now I guess I was punishing myself I don't know, I don't like all this introspection shit but I guess I can't quite decide who I want to be, y'know?"

"I have literally no idea what you're saying but it sounds fancy and deep, so I commend you."

"If I hurt Sam, would you beat me up?"

"There'd be nothing left."

Helena smiles, looking over her shoulder. The closer they get to the site the more paranoid she feels.

"Where are we headed then?" Aubrey asks, Helena is just about to come up with a convenient lie when she realises she can just make Aubrey forget everything later.

"It's a uh, Blisscorp site for their models. They're going to chip them and then sell them."

"What?"

"It's sort of complicated. It's like sex slavery, but the girls don't even realise and nobody is going to report them missing or notice anything wrong because they won't be missing. They return to their normal lives, completely unaware that some rich asshole now owns them and can make them think, feel and do anything they want whenever they feel like it. Have them move in with them if they want to, but that's not really very inconspicuous."

"If that's true, why not call the police?"

"Because I work for the bad guys."

"Well now I do want to beat you up."

"But you don't believe me anyway, do you?"

"Can you blame me? You sound crazy, but I believe that Sam is in trouble, I just can't tell if it's you or someone else I need to punch yet."

"I respect that, we're not far now it's hidden in plain sight, like most facilities besides that tourist attraction you went to. Come on, just down here."

"Yes Goddess Stephanie."

"Did you ever, uh, think about doing anything with me?"

"No Goddess Stephanie."

"Oh, never mind then. I'm... wait, if I told you to be attracted to me would you be?"

"Yes Goddess Stephanie."

"What if I ordered you to become obsessed with me?"

The queue goes down surprisingly quick, Aubrey and Helena both too scared shitless to make idle conversation although neither try to show it, staying calm.

By the time they reach the front of the queue, both girls realise it is officially too late to turn back. The keycard and visitor badge no longer visible, their lack of blonde hair of pink clothes are the only things making them look different to those before her. Thankfully, however, there was no such criteria needed to be sent through. The two walk through a set of plastic curtains into a white room that with a series of cubicles, looking like cross between a hospital room and a clothing store's changing rooms. Each are greeted by their own staff member, who wear a lab coat just to give this an even creepier vibe. Separated, Aubrey and Helena are led to different cubicles and follow along for the time being. As they walk towards their respective cubicles both girls eye the holding room doors and make eye contact knowingly. Now they just need to break from their 'doctor'.

The door snap's shut behind Aubrey and she gulps. Inside is a plastic bench and a small station for equipment. The woman in the white coat picks up a device that looks like a gun with the barrel cut off, but white with a glass chamber. "Hold still now sweetie, this won't hurt much, try tensing your arm for me. That's it, keep it just like that."

The woman rubs a clear gel on the side of Aubrey's neck after lifting up her hair, bringing the cool surface of the gun-like gadget to her neck and applying some pressure. Aubrey closes her eyes, not sure what to do... should she really fight this weak looking woman? It's better than being chipped by a possibly evil brainwashing corporation right? Such a silly concept, but she can't deny it seems real from where she's sat. It's at this moment that the obvious solution hits her.

"Override command: Afterglow. Stop what you're doing."

Just like that, the woman stops... and slumps. The finger on the trigger relaxes and Aubrey pulls away from it, looking up at the tranced Blisscorp employee.

"H-how did I do that..." Aubrey quickly gets to her feet and removes the device from the woman before quickly exiting the cubicle... to find a welcoming part of employees.

"You seem to be lost, this is the slave chipping site. We're so sorry for the inconvenience, there's a driver outside ready to take you to the customer centre. We just caught your chip sending us a ping, looks like we avoided anything... awkward."

"My chip? No, no I wasn't..."

"Right this way, these girls aren't ready yet but we promise we're hard at work don't you worry."

"No, I'm here for Sam..."

"We must ask you to wait a little longer, this was in your contract, please come this way."

"I'm not here for that, actually, why don't you go ahead and fall into trance for me? Override Command: Lilac."

"Yes ma'am, I obey." The woman's arms fall loosely by her side and her head drops, the chipping device still in her hand.

"Good, well, could you please tell me where you're holding a girl by the name of Sam--mhhaa! What the hell?"

Helena feels a sharp pain in her neck but the pain dissolves as quickly as it came, leaving a warm, numb feeling there. She quickly turns and then stumbles from a sudden headrush at the quick movement, the woman catching her and guiding her onto the bench.

"The override was changed, young lady. You weren't updated, actually your command chip has been deactivated, but you might take better to this new slave chip! Lady Bliss said you were snooping around too much, then when your mom reported her keycard missing it was decided. You're going to be a Blissgirl, enjoy life on the other side~"

"No I can't... that's, that's not fair." Helena clutches the side of her neck, trying to fight the warmth and pleasurable buzz overtaking her as the slave chip is activated. "Chip... shouldn't... shouldn't work."

"Hm? Why not, dear?"

"It's just... it only manages programming and... deepens and imprints... only on a programmed Blissgirl."

"You were activated, weren't you? We never deactivated you, in fact I've enjoyed playing with you for a long time." The woman sits beside Helena on the bench and strokes her hair.

"L-lady... Bliss?"

"I love that silly name~ It makes me feel powerful, exotic, intoxicating~"

"You were, you were the..."

"Oh, you remember? Kind of ironic really~ Yes sweetie, I was your school psychologist. Why else do you think we chose your class as the initial test group for activation. It was really fun, putting you in trance one by one and making you drink our product as I told you what it did to you. That was before we put the addictive chemical in it but it was more fun that way! You were the most adorable one, fighting till the end every time, telling me you could resist, that hypnosis wasn't real. Every time you fell the most in the end. Just... like... now."

Snap.

She is led to the car waiting outside but tells the driver to drop her off at home rather than this 'customer centre'. It seems that she has some homework to do, she'll ask Sam for Helena's contact details later providing the girl is successful. If Sam doesn't return, she'll consider going to the police...

"I see. That's unfortunate."

"Huh? Wait, what?"

"Part of your contract will prevent you from going through with that, but still, it's not comforting to have an investor thinking such things. Please let me remind you that you gave us your consent to... steer your thinking back in the right direction, should you suddenly grow a conscience."

"I-I, what? Wait--"

Flash.

Lady Bliss snaps her fingers in front of Helena's face, the slave chip reacting and another jolt of bliss passing over her. Her eyes are hooded and she bites her lip weakly to try and hold on, but finds herself wanting to give in and rest her face in the woman's open palm. The hand just waits there patiently for a sleepy, obedient Helena to fall into it.

"It's already too late for you, dear, you're mine. Just another intern turned slave, you didn't actually believe me when I said you were special did you? Oh my, you were so easy to manipulate. You like it when mistress manipulates you, don't you slave?"

Helena's head sluggishly, barely shakes in protest, but her tongue betrays her effortlessly. "Yyess, mistresss."

"Good girl." The chip responds to the praise, making Helena happy despite her protest. She starts to feel confused, looking up at Lady Bliss with pleading eyes. "You look like a lost puppy, this is what I meant by adorable. You're so confused aren't you? Let me help. You think you hate me, you think you want to resist. But you know you really want me to control you, you think the idea of being a slave is hot."

Helena's thighs brush together and her cheeks tint red as she is pulled into the woman's words helplessly.

"You like the chip don't you, slave?"

Helena tries in vain to resist, but it melts instantly. "I liiike the chip." She repeats dreamily, her finger dancing over the tingly spot on her neck.

"Yes you do, keep your eyes on me that's a good girl~ So good for me, so happy to be owned and controlled, so powerless to me and my powerful snaps."

Snap.

The girl jerks, looking like a few good snaps could drive her to orgasm. Her willpower even more drained, she strains to remember why she was resisting, what she was even doing before, she just wants to continue feeling happy and horny.

"Let's get you out of those clothes." Lady bliss starts to strip Helena casually, the girl slumped against the wall on the bench putting up no fight and actually starting to help the woman with mounting excitement. The slave chip rewards her obedience, which makes her feel happier. Her tan skin has a light sheen of sweat and her slit is moist, excitement oozing out of her from all the snaps. Lady bliss parts it with two long nailed fingers and then snaps her fingers next to a dazed Helena's ear. The sight of Helena's involuntary contractions from the sudden pleasure are a delight to witness, Lady Bliss starting to feel a little hot and bothered herself. "On your feet, slave, I'm going to clear my schedule and take all night slowly finishing your programming into a proper Blissgirl."

Helena stands up, her mind racing with a flurry of contradictory thoughts and information. Better just let someone else handle the thinking for her until she can figure it all out. Lady Bliss leads the naked, tranced girl out of the cubicle and into the holding area. She is in for a long, fun lesson.

Sam blushes. "Oh well I, I suppose I have some experience. I do need to return the favour from that time that you uh, well, you remember hehe..."

"I ate you out before? Of course, that was so fun!"

"R-really? Gee um, I didn't know if you regretted it."

"Not at all, you love me right? I was expecting you to return the favour sooner, but I guess I have to ask."

"R-right! Sorry, I mean, yeah. I lo... I love you, yeah. You really want me to eat you out?"

"Yes Sam, will you do that for me?" Stephanie giggles, twirling her hair in her fingers as she kneels on the bed with her panties and skirt pulled down to her knees."

Sam stares between Stephanie's legs, seeing a much different image to reality now. "Yeah, I'll do that for you, Tyra."