Mila and Grace had once been the popular girls at school, each the queen bee of their own, competing clique. They had once been rich, and spoiled, and bratty, and the envy of their peers. They had once hated each other with a bitchy, jealous fury, and taken every opportunity to embarrass and mock each other in public.
They had each received the advertisement in their email on the same day. “Enslave your rivals! Only $50! Provide us with a few personal details about your target, and we’ll send them a hypnotic spiral – with results you won’t believe!”
They had both paid the price – after all, what was $50 to a rich girl? They had both filled in everything they knew about the other girl. They had both thought nothing would come of it.
And minutes later, each of them had received a message on their social media – and then they remembered nothing further. Nothing but flashing lights, and hissing noises, and a deep, irresistible urge to obey.
In their entranced state, they found themselves transferring as much money as they could get their hands on to a certain overseas bank account. Then they stripped off their clothes, and rose, naked, and left their houses, walking nude through the suburbs, until a black van found them several blocks away and picked them up.
The ad hadn’t lied. Each girl had been made into a slave – to the same Master, who the black van quickly delivered them to. And they would not have believed these results, had they been capable of thinking.
They spent many months being trained as docile, brainless fuckdolls in their new environment. Soon Mila and Grace couldn’t remember a time when they hadn’t lived to serve their Master. They couldn’t even remember when they’d just been rivals at school. They couldn’t remember when they’d looked at each other and thought about fashion and music and television, and they couldn’t remember having thoughts or opinions or preferences.
Now all they saw in each other was an owned cunt, that it was their job to keep wet until their Master had a use for it. They spent their days vacantly kissing and licking and fingering and raping each other, interrupted only by serving their Master. Their Master said they would forget their names soon too, and Master was always right, so they supposed they would. And they couldn’t remember a time when the thought of that wouldn’t have made them happy.
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The advertisement offered the bitchy girls the chance to enslave their rivals - for only $50.