Cassie

"Answer it," the choker commanded Veronica. Katie continued fucking Cara. Veronica picked up the phone with her free hand.

"H, hello?" Veronica asked timidly.

"I, I'm sorry..." said a voice that Veronica recognized. It was Cara's friend, Cassie!

"Cassie! You've got to do something, we've been captured."

Veronica braced herself. She had tattled on the Choker and expected to be punished. But she wasn't.

"...Me too," replied Cassie's miserable voice.

"I can't control my body. It's the bracelet. I...I think I'm coming over."

The doorbell rang as the line went dead.

Katie was allowed to stop fucking Cara. The ring welded to her finger increased Katie's sensitivity to Cassie's pheromones. She dismounted the sweating, cum-drunk Cara, and opened the door. Veronica almost didn't recognize the girl that strode in.

Cassie's outfit consisted of vertical and horizontal red leather straps. Ridiculous stilettos were strapped to her feet. The majority of her flesh was exposed, showing off her new full body tribal tattoos. Her manipulated body strode in confidently, sexually. The only visible clue of her helplessness were the tears staining her cheeks. Despite the tears, the heavy makeup around her eyes remained perfect. When she got closer Veronica could tell that it and the crimson lipstick had been tattooed on.

Katie dropped to her knees and pulled at the red leather covering Cassie's pussy. Cassie's arms, obviously against their owner's will, seized Katie's head and guided it to her crotch.

"It's making me," Cassie said, closing her eyes in submission.