A New Triumvirate Forms

Callie plays with Ashley’s hair, her eyes engrossed with the beautiful woman before her as she moans in pleasure. Completely hers. Her ****.

Ben had told Callie what was up with her lips, how her new trait worked. But, he’d only done so when they were about to part. Probably because he didn’t want to ruin the mood.

And for his part he was both right and wrong.

On one hand, he was right as in the moment, Callie had felt terrible. She had taken advantage of Ashley, thinking that Ashley was a willing participant. After Ben had left, she had helped Ashley back into her clothing, and commanded her back to Callie’s room by suggesting that she follow her. Well, she thought of them as suggestions at the time, but in the end, they were gentle orders. And Ashley, for her part, followed orders given to her, and would answer any question Callie asked, but wouldn’t continue conversations herself. It had felt unnatural, seeing her there, standing, waiting for an order to come, not quite blank-faced but not moving to do anything else. So Callie had ordered her to lay down. And that was when Ashley had stripped again. Apparently, to a submissive, laying down in a bed demanded such. Callie could’ve ordered her to put on clothes in the bed, but the woman was beautiful and they were alone…

On the other hand, he was wrong, as Callie lay there now, cuddling actively. They had just finished having sex, as Callie had rubbed herself to orgasm on Ashley’s thigh. For all of the guilt that she had felt a couple of hours ago, she had to admit this woman was beautiful, had to admit that Ashley’s submission was hot. As Callie looked back on the threesome, she looked back on her commands and realized just how much she enjoyed giving them. And Ashley had seemed so much more natural as Callie had commanded her. She almost seemed happy.

Was it really so bad? The audience loved Callie, so maybe more shared screen time, getting closer to Ashley would actually help her. They would probably love watching their play time, they’d reward Ashley and Callie with bonus points and victory points. Callie’s fantasies had given her the edge so far in this competition, so making Ashley a little more like her only served to make her more appealing. Her little doll. Her little bondage Barbie.

Then they were not alone and the idle dream was broken. Monica entered the room, her eyes falling on the two lovers laying in the bed. She turns to leave, but Callie yells out, “You can’t run forever. You know that we’re roommates, was the first night really that bad?”

Monica turns, a bit shocked. “What are you saying?” “I’m saying that you’re acting like I’m the bad guy, but I can’t help that I had that fantasy of you on the first night. I wasn’t the one to **** you into it, you **** me to pleasure you.”

Monica looks at the girl, then at her bedside companion. Ashley, the other girl who had taken advantage of Monica’s change. At once much more guilty, yet seemingly so innocent in Monica’s eyes. She points at the woman who is clearly zoned out. “And her? What’s up with Ashley? This seems out of character for her and I haven’t heard her talk since I came in.. You didn’t… kiss her, did you?”

Callie looks down, before raising her face with a look of hurt, pain. “I didn’t know, ok? I didn’t know that my lips do this now. And it felt wrong to leave her alone. She's just so helpless. We both had sex with Ben and in the moment it happened. She’s stuck like this for 24 hours, stuck with a blank look and a need for submission. I’m just… taking care of her…”

“It happened?! Taking care of her?!” Monica looks legitimately angry now. “You enslaved another girl and act like it’s just normal now? Have the decency to at least admit your guilt. And taking care of her? I notice that you haven’t treated her like an actual victim. Not if the smell of sex is any indication.”

Callie’s face grows red as her own voice rises. “Oh, I’m sorry, are you judging me? You should understand, you should be in my corner. You fucked me, through no fault of your own. I fuck her through no fault of my own. I didn’t walk into that room looking for a slavegirl, I was looking to just have sex with Ben. But it happened, just the same as you pinning me to the bed and riding my face. We wouldn’t have done it before we came here, but we’re here now and we have to deal with the things we do. We’ve all had our minds twisted, you and me especially."

Callie stands, partly shielding Ashley with her own nude form. "She’s not complaining. If anything, wouldn’t she complain if I made her a **** and didn’t use her? Time is valuable, we’re only here for two weeks. One day is so valuable here, she should be trying to get points every chance she can get. So, yes, I’m watching her and yes, getting her a few points in the meantime.”

Monica walked closer, her thoughts of running away completely abandoned. Monica spits out her words with righteous indignation. “I can’t believe this. You’ve been on cloud 9 since we got here, you’ve even had sex with Ben, and yet you keep acting like you’re just as much of a victim as any of us. I’m going to enjoy what I’m going to do to you tonight.”

Those words shocked Monica as she spoke them, only to realize it has begun, her mind already changing to that person from the first night. Callie only smiles, knowing she has bought enough time to lay in the hooks. “Oh, is that right? Is my Mommy going to show up again? Or maybe… maybe you’d rather that I be the Mistress tonight?”

And with that, Monica’s world shifts. Her hands go to her blouse, beginning to unbutton her shirt, as Monica whimpers weakly. The anger gone, as the fantasy twists from dominance to submission, a roller coaster to the limbic system. Callie continues, “I’ve had a lot of fun with Ashley today. I think I could get used to that. And you just said that you weren’t happy being the domme the first night. So why don’t I make you my little toy as well? Just one kiss, and you won’t even wake up in the morning from the fantasy, no guilt, no questions of who you are, only pleasure. And every night, as you lay bound in my fantasy, I'll kiss you again. Then well, I could see us as a lot more than roommates. You'll be my ****. Forever.”

As Monica shrugs off her blouse, she looks at Callie in terror and, as much as she struggles against it, lust. “You wouldn’t. The audience, Ben, they’d never accept it.” Callie circles her like a shark. She unhooks Monica’s bra as Monica’s own hands go to her skirt.

“The audience loves me. I can only imagine that they’d love me even more if I make you my docile little ****. One more **** for the inevitable orgy, wrapped up in a beautiful bow. And Ben might not like it at first, but this show is not going to stop any time soon. He’ll come to see it my way soon enough. And he loves me too. I was the first girl that he slept with after all. He didn’t even fight back as I called him Master. And more, I could see that he loved it, needed more of it. He’s mine. Though don’t worry, I love to share. I let Ashley eat out one of his creampies from me. Maybe I’ll let you have the next one.”

“So just relax. I can’t wait to have a foursome with Ben, Ashley and you. Or would that be a fivesome?” Callie comes back around, Monica’s skirt now around her ankles, along with her panties. The naked women stand together, but one is clearly in charge. Callie’s hand finds Monica’s cheek. “And now the finishing touch…”. Callie closes her eyes as she leans forward, her Judas kiss a breath away…

Callie rears back, falling to the floor. Monica stands over her, her palm warm from where she slapped the woman. “I can’t believe this. A little bit of power and suddenly you think you’re some god, some being who can twist and shape me at your whim? What makes you think that I will allow that?!”

Callie looks up, shocked, but as she looks, she starts to understand. Monica’s brown hair had grown the black tips that they had during the first night, but now with lucid revelation, she saw that there were other highlights. Blonde highlights. Turning, she sees that Ashley looks up at Monica. Willing her to be dominant.

Callie for her part tries to actively will her back to that place she had fallen a few moments ago. Submissive, happy, light. And Callie can see it start to work, as Monica stumbles a bit as she advances toward her, stopping and clutching her head.

Sitting up, Callie speaks, trying to push her down the path. “Wouldn’t you be happy like that, a little **** for your Master? I know you love Ben. So this little arrangement works out for everyone. You can even play with Ashley while I’m gone, maybe get a little ****. That’s right, I heard that you and her had some fun, although she was really sorry about it. It came up during one of our conversations. You can be above her in our little tryst, one order is all I need for you to play with her just like she played with you.”

“She… she wasn’t at fault. She was under duress, she didn’t want to do it… She did it to survive.” Monica still clutches her head, the warring visions of who she should be locked in a grueling stalemate. Callie takes this opportunity to quickly stand. She berates the girl before her.

“Oh, so I’m totally at fault for every one of my foibles, but Ashley - who has a clear mind, who hasn’t had this place fuck with her head - gets off? How does that make sense? I’m starting to think you just have a thing for her. You were bi before this right? Maybe she reminds you of your old girl? Is that right, ****?”

Monica struggles out a weak “Yes, Mistress…” But quickly seems to gain more presence as she squares up, her body tense and ready to fight. “...But no, it’s because you enjoyed it. You’re falling prey to this place, becoming one more cog in the machinery to break us down. It’s wrong. And maybe, maybe you know this, at least deep down. Let me be the Mistress. Let me punish you.”

And with that Monica springs forward, grabbing Callie’s arms. The two struggle for a bit, before Monica pushes Callie to Monica’s own unoccupied bed. And it is easy. Monica was always the larger woman, her forearms kept muscular by her work in Production, while Callie's were wispy things as fitting of IT. Still, it seems too easy. A sign that now there are two battles being waged.

“That’s it. Just let this happen. In the morning, I’ll let you go with time served. But tonight you’re going to be punished. That’s what you want right?” Monica begins to **** Callie’s arms up above her head, as Callie continues to struggle.

“No, I don’t want that. You’re just bigger than me. I don’t want you to punish me.” But as Monica continues to pull her arms upward, it only seems to grow easier. The battle within two minds, Monica struggling between Callie’s fantasy and Ashley’s, and Callie questioning whether she wants to be mistress or ****. Each step in Callie's mind only doubles the advance in Monica's. And it is clear Callie is losing both.

Monica locks up Callie’s two hands in a vice-like grip with one of hers, as she moves up to sit on the prone woman’s stomach. Callie struggles, kicking, but she can’t dislodge the woman on top of her, as Monica’s other hand pins her hips to the bed. Then Monica makes her move.

“Ashley, go to a kiosk and buy a ballgag and handcuffs. I’m going to need something to make her submit.” The girl who had lain there, watching the fight and not intervening began to move. Callie called out. “No, stop! Help me!”

Ashley continued moving, but her words made clear her intent. “My submission belongs to Master, and this is not his will.” And she leaves the room.

He wouldn’t want Ashley and Monica as Callie’s 24 hour slaves. In the beginning, Ashley could rationalize that serving Callie was serving Master after the threesome, but this, it was clear which side Master would be on.

Callie had overplayed her hand. Or had Monica overplayed hers?

“You fool. Ashley’s gone now. You’re mine.” Callie began to struggle anew and Monica’s grip loosened a bit as her muscles seemed to shrink, the pinned woman now the only arbiter of their strength. Monica spoke again. “Don’t you see? Ashley thinks that Ben wouldn’t want this either. Do you really want to ruin your relationship with your new Master, just after you gave him your submission?” The tide of her strength turns, as Monica keeps her grasp on the still struggling woman. Her strength ebbs and flows as Callie struggles, both internally and externally.

Callie tries to bring Monica’s own mind out into the fray. “Please. I can show you what he likes. I can break the ice, bring you into a threesome. I don’t have to kiss you. Just please, let me win. The audience might punish you for this.” Monica doesn’t even stagger, the words as empty as Callie's struggles. “You know you’re wrong, the fact that I’m the one above you proves it. Who’s the fool now? Now take your punishment like a good girl.”

Ashley returns to the room, holding a few things in her hands. Monica lets go of Callie’s hips long enough to grab the first item offered, a pair of steel handcuffs. She pushes Callie upward with her body, placing one cuff on her wrist, before placing the chain around the bed’s leg. As she clasps the second cuff, Callie stops struggling. She knows she’s lost, knows that despite the roiling emotions within, that she wanted to lose.

“Please, I just wanted to… it made sense. I’m so ahead, with this, I’d be a shoo-in to win. Everybody wants that. The audience wants it, Ben wants it. It would be so much easier for you and everybody to just give in. Please, you’re making a mistake.” Callie looks up at the woman as she lowers a black ballgag toward her mouth.

Monica smiles down at her with an almost divine serenity and grace. “Shhh… it’s ok. I get that you’re also not at fault here. I forgive you. Just like I forgave Ashley. When I let you go in the morning, don’t tell anybody else about what happened between me and her. It’s between the three of us now, unless you want me to tell Ben what you tried to do tonight. I can imagine that would dock some serious points from your total. So, after I punish you, you’ll be forgiven. But I can’t have you doing something while I sleep. Your lips are just too powerful. Now, open your mouth, and we can get started on your punishment.”

The Monica who stands now in front of Callie is like the one from the first night, but with blonde streaks and her hair shorter into a pixie cut. She has a couple tattoos, but not nearly as many with Callie alone. Still sexy, perhaps even more so. But her face smiles with an unbounded love.

Callie opens her mouth, accepting the ball gag. Monica fastens it behind her head as she lifts it for her to place it. “That’s my good girl. Now let's teach you a lesson. It's time for Momma to give you a spanking. Or after what you did, maybe I should call myself Mistress. Would you like that, my beautiful little slavegirl?"

Monica grabs Callie’s thighs, preparing to flip her over, but is stopped as Ashley pokes her back with something. The woman turns to see a strap-on, large and realistic in her hand. "Something to make her submit." Her words echoed back to her by the ****, with an edge of purpose.

Monica looks at the ****, confused. But then she understands, as she sees the wetness on Ashley's thighs. Realizes what time it is. Realizes that to Callie, a spanking is just a win of a different kind. No, to make her submit, Callie needs a different kind of punishment.

"You're right. Go to the bed, I won't take long." The **** follows the instruction while the would-be queen of the harem looks up at her captor confused. As if by way of explanation, Monica lifts Callie's legs at the ankle until they are both draped over her shoulders, her back resting on Monica's muscled thighs as she kneels. Callie could squeeze her neck with her thighs, if she had any fight left in her. Instead, the look of confusion only deepens.

As if answering, Monica only smiles, "Don’t mistake this for mercy. You're still being punished." And with that, Monica's mouth dives down to Callie's pussy.

Monica’s experienced tongue works along the bound woman’s clit, and Callie moans in pleasure. As her tongue moves down to penetrate her, the bound girl gives herself fully to the pleasure, giving herself fully to the sensation, forgetting that this was punishment at all. She looks up at the woman above her, her Mistress, Monica’s skill better than her mindless ****, through experience almost assuredly, though also clearly through the very real desire on her face.

Callie feels so small. This is her place. Monica was right, Callie was the fool for seeking to topple her. **** to take pleasure, she loves the sensation, thrusts into her lover’s touch as much as she can in this awkward position. Her pleasure rises, rises, gets closer. And then it happens.

She feels the light rush of endorphins. Like after exercise or a pleasant sunlit day. Ben had orgasmed, his date with Maricela reaching its intended climax. And as Callie feels her own climax approaching, she knows she will cum soon. Only for Monica to raise her face still coated in her juices and smile. “I think that’s all the pleasure you’re going to get for tonight.” And she lifts Callie’s legs from her shoulders and moves away.

Callie, for her part, reaches for her with her legs, beckoning her back by thrusting her hips upward, begging with her eyes and with the small squeals heard through the gag. One word clearly, over and over. Please.

Monica for her part only laughs. “You would enjoy a spanking, that wouldn’t be a punishment. And I couldn’t come up with a suitable punishment if you just left me to it. But I don’t need to reinvent the wheel. I already know that being denied is a very effective punishment for you, if your time in a chastity belt was any indication. Now, reflect on your edge. I think I have somebody who needs my attention more.”

With that, Monica turns from Callie toward Callie’s own bed. Callie cries out, a mix of anger and desperation in her eyes. Ashley lays there, her body clearly already aroused as her change ravages her. Her Master had come to climax, and she had received her consolation of the small rush of endorphins, just like she had each time her Master had not decided to grace her with his love but to offer it to another. But now she moans in pleasure as she sees Monica take the strap-on and fit it around her hips. Ashley speaks with a reverent voice. “Master’s cock.”

Monica looks at Callie and smiles. “Good girls get rewarded.” And with no further preamble, Monica climbs into her would be attacker’s bed and thrusts into the eager ****, wet with her Master’s arousal, as Callie lays in the other bed, **** to watch what was no longer hers.

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