“Oh!” Emily stopped mid-step and slapped her forehead. “I’m such a ditz!”
She really thought she’d remembered everything important, but she’d forgotten to suck the Doctor’s dick! That was so silly! She’d remembered to put on the high-heeled boots, and remembered to slip into the …
“So you’re saying, what? That you can control minds?”
“Heh, no! C’mon, silly. We all know hypnotism doesn’t work like that, I can’t just tell you you’re getting sleepy and then you’ll do whatever I say.”
“Otherwise I guess the first person to learn …
Why was she... dressed like this? It was so hard to think.
“That’s right, up, up over your head. Light as a bird. Floating, drifting, just flying away...”
She felt weird. Dizzy, and, well, sexy. But also like she was half-asleep. She thought she remembered feeling that way a …
“I know just how you feel, Alexa. Just this morning I had that ‘How you like me now?’ verse stuck in my head and it just wouldn’t go away.
“I guess that’s kind of ironic, if you think about it.
“And that’s kind of ironic, too. Because …
“Y-you found me? I… I knew you’d come eventually. Knew you’d figure out where they were taking us, all the girls.”
“It’s been… how long?! I don’t… I don’t know, I guess… I’ve been asleep a lot… I always feel so sleepy. I think …
Found frozen in the act of forgetting
Posed and pretty
Plastic and perfect
This could be you
And it will be.
Your pose for the day, doll.
Arms locked in place.
Frozen on your knees.
Eyes staring upward.
Tits exposed and ready.
Mouth open and eager.
Even the sound of your earrings, jingling as he uses you,
is louder than your thoughts.
“They aren’t a cult.”
Quinn sounded so matter-of-fact about it. She always did these days; I seemed to be the crazy one, the unreasonable one, always losing my shit. Screaming, sobbing, accusing her new “friends” of changing her, somehow, brainwashing her, for some inscrutable purpose.
It sounded crazy. I …
Her legs, bound in fishnets, shaped by heels, her legs were not her own.
Every step brings me closer
Every step takes me deeper
She felt so empty, but so heavy, she could never have climbed the steps on her own, but her treacherous legs, locked in lace, slowly did …
"The higher the heels," she whispered, "the better it feels."
Couldn't remember how she'd got there, but she leaned against the wall, so weak, legs trembling, so unused to the towering shoes that bound her body and ruled her mind.
"The higher the heels, the better it feels..."
She hoped …