Rachel dried the sweat from her neck with a towel, utterly exhausted from her latest miniature marathon on the local gym's only running machine. The girl ran track semi-professionally, which is to say, she fancied herself a professional runner one day in the hopefully not-so-distant future. As she made her tired walk to the locker room she was met with the usual glares from people who had been unable to access the running machine for the past two hours. The girl gave a passing glance to the showers, which had been 'out of order' for the past six months.

"This town..." She muttered through panted breaths, unable to contain her distaste for her out-of-time backwater residence, which a rising star such as herself saw as more of a prison than an escape. What she would have done to escape to the city, but like all young adults she had a lot of living and learning left to do.

Rachel sighed and looked at the change of clothes she had brought in her gym bag, deciding against ruining a second outfit when she only lived fifteen minutes away, five if she still had any stamina left to run. The girl finished off her bottle of Blissfuel Zero and stretched, jumping up with her bag and heading out into the ever peaceful summer streets of her beautiful, boring town.

No energy left for a jog, the girl thought to herself in shameful defeat, though in her defence she had been pushing herself with the exercise on that particular day, she had not been for a while before that day after an ankle injury made from the large hill behind her old school... strangely enough, she had no memory of the incident even though it was just a simple strain, that day had been somewhat of a haze.

In fact, the more she thought about it the more the girl noticed how drained she really was. The cause, besides the obvious, was her lack of fuel. Sure, Blissfuel had fuel in the title but realistically what she needed was some actual sustenance. The way she saw it, Rachel had two options: to roll the dice and check what is left in the fridge at home, or to drop in for a quick midday meal deal on the way back. A simple rumble of her well toned stomach was all she needed to make her mind up, opting for the latter option and making a detour to a chain vegan fast food joint. Rachel was no vegan but it sounded healthier to eat vegan fast food, if it's made from plants how can it be bad for you? Salt.

Predictably there was a decent line running through the middle of the humbly sized building, after all the place was one of three chain restaurants in the whole town. Rachel shrugged, having already committed and being far too stubborn to turn back now, so she joined the back of the line and yawned a little louder than she had meant to.

"Ahem." Came a small yet firm voice from behind Rachel, who initially ignored it without much thought, not considering for a second that she was the one being addressed.

"A-hem." The voice said again, this time a little louder and with a hint of annoyance.

Rachel's head twitched in surprise, before turning to look behind her. Her gaze was met by that of an older woman, at least 35 but maybe even mid-forties, it was hard to tell as her hair was bleached blonde and she definitely had work done once or twice. The woman was not inherently unattractive, it was her expression that spoiled her. It was the expression straight out of those memes Rachel would scroll past on social media, the obnoxious, self-entitled sneer of a real life Karen.

Though she often got shit for it by her tomboy bestie Sam, Rachel firmly considered herself to be a strong feminist, even planning to run a marathon for 'the cause', so when she finds the term 'feminist' used as a synonym online for women such as the specimen before her, she felt a pain in her gut. This was all just an initial impression of course, Rachel made sure to note that the woman could actually be a lovely human being who just gave her a bad first impression. That was, until she opened her mouth again.

"Excuse me-" The woman started, her nose wrinkled as though she were in the middle of a dank swamp. "-I've been coming here for the last two weeks now, it's a nice enough place." She said with a blatantly fake smile, giving Rachel an expectant glare.

"Uhm... okay, awesome. I've never really been here my-"

"No I can't imagine you have, hmm?" The woman rudely interrupted, chewing her lip as though to restrain herself from saying more, but then continuing anyway. "I come here after a busy day and I find these more... established food retailers are a bit more comfortable. Everybody here just wants to relax."

Rachel rubbed her arm awkwardly, not knowing what to say to this bizarre, condescending creature. "Yeah, right. I just want to pick up a falafel or something..."

The woman's face scrunched into an even uglier visage, at least in Rachel's opinion. "Could you go somewhere else? This line is moving slow and well, frankly young lady you stink. I think it's upsetting some of the customers, it isn't exactly-"

"You mean it's upsetting you?" Rachel growled defensively, surprised by the woman's directness. "Get over it lady, 'least I don't smell like a charity shop." The girl fought back a smirk seeing the 'Karen' open her eyes wide in disbelief at the retort.

"They really do let anybody off the street into this place, now don't they?" She said to another woman in the queue who was pretending not to hear her, everybody in the shop was visibly awkward and Rachel felt glad that nobody seemed to be coming to the rude woman's defence, though none came to hers either.

"Is that all? I mean, you only have to wait in line for a few minutes of your day, or y'know, you could save us the noise and leave." Rachel rolled her eyes and turned her back on the woman, who then put her manicured hand on the girl's shoulder. "Hey you can't just touch m-"

The woman leaned close while pulling Rachel back by her shoulder, then whispered "Why don't you take a load off, young lady? You seem like the type who love to empty and refuel."

Rachel stumbled back for a moment, accidentally moving even closer to the horrible woman behind her. The whispered words seemed to ripple through her body and intensify the fatigue in her muscles... her legs felt like jelly, almost too weak to stand on, her arms hung loosely and she began to feel groggy, almost like intoxication but instead of feeling a rush it felt more like... draining?

"I knew it." The woman whispered again, her other hand wrapping around Rachel's slumping shoulder. "You seemed like the type to pump your body full of our product, young and stupid, that's the market for energy drinks. Personally I think they taste like sugary slime, even the zero sugar versions are just awful, but airheads like you think they make you more sporty hmm?"

Again, Rachel stumbled, almost falling back into the woman at her back, blinking frantically and trying to fight the wave of relaxation washing over her, the strange overpowering tingling sensation lighting up every nerve on her exhausted body. She felt so frail and soft in that moment, gone was the fighter from before, her pride evaporated in heat and bliss.

The fingers gripping her shoulders tightened, but luckily for the woman, everybody else was still attempting not to pay her or Rachel any attention, which worked out perfectly for her now. "That's right you little thug, not so defiant now? How dare you insult my perfume, you who smell like-" She sniffs. "Some bimbo too dumb to properly bathe herself."

"Hnnhh... what? I..." Rachel was confused, too confused to move away or fight the contemptuous woman, her blinking was becoming much slower, her eyes becoming half lidded as she began to respond more to the implanted trigger and the effects of the Blissfuel she had consumed earlier.

"Shut up, you've said enough already." The woman moved the hair from Rachel's head to sweep over the left shoulder, leaving glistening golden brown skin on the right side of her neck. "You're so..." The woman pressed her nose to the exposed skin and inhaled, trying to be at least somewhat discrete. "Dirty." Her voice quivered as she said it, in clear arousal, she got off on how wrong it felt, a desperately horny woman who probably had sex once a blue moon and with complete power over this offensive, vulgar little bitch in front of her.

"Mmh... follow me to my car, don't ask questions." The woman ordered, confusing Rachel again. Why was this woman telling her what to do, Rachel thought. Better yet, she thought again after a long delay, why did Rachel feel so compelled to do it. She wanted to do as the woman commanded, it felt like the right thing to do. In fact, the sleepy girl felt like she needed to do it, that obedience was mandatory. Eventually, she gave a sluggish nod and turned to exit the queue despite being near the front now, following her new... something... back to her car.

The two reached the bright blue pickup truck belonging to the woman's husband and by this point, Rachel was grinning though for what reason she was unclear, she just felt so good about herself for managing to do what was asked of her by her...

"Mistress." The woman said shortly. "That's what you can call me." She opened the one of the back doors and entered the car, gesturing for Rachel to follow her inside. Rachel did so with an even wider smile after learning the woman's name.

"Here drink this while I... get you out of these fusty clothes." Mistress passed Rachel an unopened bottle of Blissfuel Double Strength, from a half empty multi-pack that sat on the passenger seat of the car.

Rachel uncapped the bottle and began to messily gulp down the dark pink liquid, some spilling out of the corners of her mouth and running down her clothes or body, causing the woman to tut but make no comments. Meanwhile, the woman, or mistress, began to pull off Rachel's work out clothes and throw them onto the floor of the car without a care, leaving Rachel in just trainers and socks, with panties and gym shorts bunched around her ankles. Her body was slick, but not nearly as bad as the woman had been making out. "You're so dirty." She said again, biting her lip as though she were looking at a juicy steak in a five star restaurant. She looked at Rachel's face after drinking more Blissfuel in the activated trance, she was utterly gone, ready to obey anything asked of her without care or question. "Fffffuck." The woman moaned, knowing she was breaking company policy big time here but too desperate for some relief to care, soccer moms never have enough pleasure in their lives, but right now she had access to as much pleasure as she could ever ask for.

"Hold your fucking arm out, don't make me ask again."

Rachel held out her arm immediately, letting out a little moan from how good it felt to carry out another order from mistress, who began to lick up the arm, all the way to Rachel's shoulder. "Mhhhhaaahh. God, you taste so..." She slid a hand under her sweatpants and began to rub her neglected pussy lips with vigour, getting off to the taste of Rachel's body. Rachel just held her arm up with a blissed out expression plastered on her face, her head was too preoccupied to register what was happening.

Mistress buried her face into Rachel's armpit and started to finger herself, letting out loud, muffled moans from where her mouth and nose had burrowed. Keeping her face where it was, she slipped her hand back out, her manicured fingers slightly slick and shiny, grabbing the wrist of Rachel's other arm and pulling the girl's hand under her sweatpants. She could have ordered Rachel to pleasure her, but it felt better to just clasp her hand around the girl's, rubbing and fingering herself the way she liked it, a young girl like her would probably be far too inexperienced to make her moan this much or get this wet, she thought.

Eventually mistress began to rock her hips with growing need, fucking Rachel's hand while her face moved to the girl's chest, burying into her cleavage and messily sucking. Both were fuelled by base instinct now, the woman powered by strong arousal, deep animalistic need for a long overdue orgasm, Rachel by programmed obedience, enforced by weeks of drinking Blissfuel products.

"Mmmmmpphhhffhh!"

Three days later

"Heeeyyy, remind me why the ever-living fuck we agreed to this again? I mean, I'm in full support mode for Rachel's running stuff, god knows she has a hot bod and all, but what's with her suddenly pressuring us into joining her? She used to say I'd be too distracting or whatever."

"Jesus, take a breath." Tyra giggled lightly as her friend Sam went on yet another rant, both wore a simple sports bra, black leggings and matching tank tops."

"Seriously though you remember what she said right? She was super harsh and elitist about my couch potato approach to life, saying I need better standards? She's getting ruder!"

"Yeah because you're always so cordial yourself." Tyra jabbed again, poking fun at her friend who seems far too worked up, though not nearly as much as the woman arguing with the gym's owner.

"Oh damn, poor Jerry." Sam said as the two entered the gym and heard a female voice shouting at the owner for something or over. "Anyways, where's Rachel at?"

"For literally six whole months? And you expect me to just let you get away with this, a paying customer should get their money's worth! You really need to get your act together if you want to stay in business, working showers would be a great start now wouldn't it? Like, do you really expect me to walk home smelling like this? Pathetic excuse for maintenance, I think I'll be moving to the more reliable franchise gyms in future thanks. I mean, no offence and all."

"Uhm, Sam." Tyra mumbled, sounding like she had just saw a ghost.

"Mmh?"

"I-I think, well, isn't that Rachel?"