Parent-Teacher Conferences: Odalia

A/N: These chapters are a bit of a mess. They were a struggle to actually write, and I actually ended up finishing one version of the arc before basically scrapping it and reworking it into what it is now. Hopefully they aren't too rough around the edges, and I hope you enjoy.

The plans were made, the trap was set, the day had finally come: Parent-Teacher Conferences! Normally, no teacher would ever be excited about such an event, whose high was mundane normalcy and whose low was being threatened by some brain-worm infested weirdo threatening for teaching their child Arabic numerals and a language other than American. But for Rob Daily and the world warped by his wishes, it was a day he had been waiting for for quite sometime.

Rob had six one-on-one interviews scheduled that day - with Odalia Blight, Oum Boonchuy, Camila Noceda, Ann Possible, Helen Parr, and Morticia Addams - alongside a final group session with all six mothers. And while he was a little put-out so many of his girls lacked canonical mothers for him to play with, but this group of six was the definition of quality over quantity. He also gave a silent prayer to the artists at Disney - not the first time either- for designing such incredibly and impossibly beautiful women for him to perv on.

His plan of attack was simple: with the mother's minds already addled by the steady diet of videos their daughters fed them via VR headset, he would bombard them with more mind-melting subliminals - images playing on the class's TV screen and audio pumped in through a speaker system. The videos given to the six moms were all meant to program general compliance and then design pathways into their minds, weakening their will and making them more susceptible to his next move. Much like the girls were given videos in glass simply to settle them down and make them more compliant, and then the "special project" video turned them into Rob's adoring and submissive wannabe slaves, this was meant to be a one-two punch.

The VR headsets were the set-up. The subliminals playing in the classroom were the follow-up. And then he had a very special surprise for his knockout blow...

But first, came the actual interviews. And the first one of the day was probably going to be the ugliest.

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Cruel, calculating, and arrogant beyond belief, Amity's mother Odalia certainly was a piece of work. Though, from where he was sitting atop his throne, looking down on the prim and proper bitch, she didn't seem so bad. Much like Cersei, Rob would enjoy breaking her, turning her into a simpering ****.

Odalia Blight was barely hiding her contempt as Rob entered the room, yet she was utterly ignorant of the larger classroom around her. The strippers poles and shelves of sexy toys behind her. Rob's erotic throne before her. The various pictures of her daughter and her peers in lewd scenarios all around them. Zatanna had laid a spell over the room that strangers would be unable to fully comprehend these things unless they were pointed out by someone who was already aware of them. Seeing Odalia, blissfully unaware in one of Rob's temples of perversion, well, it made him giddy with delight, all the more eager to pull the trigger on her and enact his plan.

"A pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Blight." Rob greeted genially, with a warm and welcoming smile, hiding his fiendish thoughts behind them. "My name is Rob Daily and, first, I want to thank you for taking time out of your busy schedule to be here today." Odalia did not so much at smile at the pleasantries, face locked in a spiteful glower. "I think it is very important for parent's to be involved in their children's education, so that's -"

Rob was cut off when Odalia Blight pointed her finger at him, the aggressive motion demanding his silence. "You can stop right there, Mister." She said, her refined voice hard and domineering. Rob stared down her withering glare neutral, inquisitive expression, but he knew that she had probably made dozens of waitstaff cry with that very same look. "Iknow all about the chicanery you conduct in this classroom and I will have none of it."

That, once more, gave Rob pause. Had the subliminals loaded on the VR headsets not been enough? Had Amity let slip the truth by accident? He coughed, blanched slightly, but still tried to keep his cool in the face of Boiling Isles Karen.

"Why, whatever do you mean, Mrs. Blight?" He said, neutrally, attempting to play dumb.

"You know exactly what I mean!" Odalia shot-back. "Wasting my daughter's time with all of this!" She made a wide gesture to the racks of lingerie and shelves of dildos she could not comprehend. "I mean... an art class? That's the most absurd thing I've ever heard! My Amity doesn't need art classes. She needs to become a cutthroat and determined woman to conquer the world of business!"

"Well, if I may respectfully interject," Rob said, doing his best to hide his relief, "I do believe this class has a lot to offer Amity that you'll approve of. I hope out brief conversation will help you realize all the good I am doing for her."

Odalia, ever open to negotiation and compromise, crossed her arms and rolled her eyes. "Please. Waste your breath and my time all you like, I promise, by the end of the week, I'll have my precious daughter out of this pointless class and enrolled in something worthy of her intellect and skill." She then grumbled under her breath. "I'm only here because she begged me incessantly. That, and to play with that silly toy you sent her home with..."

With that out of the way, Rob settled down and lead them along the course he had planned for this interview. Odalia was totally intransigent, and when she wasn't, she was simply hostile and biting. But Odalia's attitude was irrelevant, as Rob worked his magic, drawing attention of her conscious mind while her subconscious was bombarded and twisted.

Mounted above Rob on the wall, the flatscreen TV played a seemingly benign, anomalous images and patterns of bright colour. But, underneath them, playing at a speed faster than the blink of eye, Rob had loaded them with pictures of Amity - both drawings and photographs, by herself or with Luz or her peers or with Rob; in her slutty school uniform or nude or some other erotic costume; dancing or posing or kissing or groping or sucking or fucking. Rob had one of each of these loops on standby, one featuring each girl. The images flashed with such speed that the conscious mind could not detect them, but an opened subconscious would skim them. And they played at such frequency, there was no way for an open subconscious to ignore them.

As for that "open subconscious", well, the headset videos had already forged new pathways, and Rob was quick to fill them in. A low, dull drone was barely audible - in perceptible over the voices of Rob and Odalia talking - constantly burning it's words into Odalia's soft, **** brain.

And the words being burned?

"Hey, mom! You're a stuck-up, arrogant bitch! No one likes you and you need an attitude adjustment!" Amity's mocking voice resonated over the low drone, sneering and dripping with pent-up venom.

"Rob had each of the girls record a series of phrases to be played on loop, all to serve Rob and his goal of turning their mothers into his slaves. With Amity in particular, she had used the exercise as a form of therapy, venting all of her feelings over her horrible, controlling mother, dreaming that soon she too would be a submissive, loving slut."

"Mr. Daily is going to break you on his massive cock and turn you into an obedient ****!"

"You have a rotten personality, but your body is so hot! Luz and I have been fingering each other thinking of your fat tits. I can't wait for you to fuck my girlfriend!"

"I'm not going to be a top witch or a businesswoman! I'm going to be Master's cock-**** for the rest of my life, and you'll just have to deal!"

"Don't worry, he's rich! I know that's the only thing you care about. He'll provided for both of us as long as we serve him!"

On and on, Amity's voice went, the looping invectives and taunts unheard by Odalia, but it most certainly had an effect of her. Her thoughts became more sluggish, voice thicker and slushier. She would spend moments at a time dazed, staring off into space with glazed-over eyes. Hell, even her personality improved, as Odalia toned down the insults, her aura of smugness evaporating before Rob's eyes.

"Now, if you don't mind, Mrs. Blight," Rob said, suppressing his smile at Odalia's state, "I would like to move onto the last part of the interview. Do you mind answering some questions of mine?"

"Guh... burgh..." Odalia gaped, totally stupefied, her head swaying and bobbing back and forth. She was slouched over in her chair, mouth wide open, looking about as uncouth as Rob could imagine her. "Um... yes, yes... Sorry, sir. My head is... a million miles away." She apologized, meekly and un-Odalia-like.

"No worries, my dear." Rob smiled at her, a hungry, predatory appearance. "Now... how often do you have sex?"

"Excuse me...!"

For a moment, Odalia collected herself, rising up in her chair. A sharpness appeared in her eye, mouth tightening, bile rising in her throat... and it past as quickly as it came on. Emotion drained from her face, eyes staring off into the distance, as she was swept away by the tide of her daughter's insults.

"The sooner you answer, the sooner we'll be finished, Mrs. Blight." Rob returned, ignoring the outburst, acting as if nothing was amiss.

"Oh... okay, then..."

"So, again, how often do you have sex."

Odalia fell silent for a moment, which turned out to be her thinking. "I do not have sex often enough to say." She admitted in a soft voice. "Sex is a purely transactional thing. I only have it when I want something or when someone offers something for me."

"Oh, you're a prostitute then." Rob spat the word with mocking glee, not to denigrate sex-workers, but knowing how much it would tweak Odalia. "Whores trade their body for money. Just like you."

Nodding stiffly, Odalia said, "I-I suppose so."

"Pity to your husband then. Have a stone-cold cunt like you for a wife." Rob said, eliciting little to no reaction from Odalia. Her lips twitched, but that also vanished quick enough. "How much money would I have to pay you, right now, to suck on my cock?"

After a brief pause, Odalia quickly answered. "...5000 dollars." This caused Rob to let out a bark of laughter, slapping his thigh.

"Oh, you're an expensive ho, aren't you?" His eyes narrowed. "Say it."

"Yes, Mr. Daily. I am an expensive ho." Odalia responded, almost immediately.

"Is there an amount of money I could pay you to have sex with your daughter?" Odalia thought that one over, too, actually screwing her face up in contemplation, as if it were a serious question and not a gross hypothetical.

"Yes. I suppose there would be an amount."

"And what amount would that be?"

"No less than ten million!" Odalia trilled with a sense of her former self, pride and greed ringing in her voice.

"So I would pay you ten million to...?" Rob smirked, looking for Odalia to fill in the blank.

"Uh... have s-sex. Sex with my daughter." Odalia gulped, before repeating. "I would have sex with my daughter for ten million dollar."

"Yeah, that's nice. Too bad a rotten bitch like you isn't worth ten cents." Rob muttered, just loud enough so Odalia could hear it. She sat perfectly still, awaiting his next quesion.

"What do you think of Amity's girlfriend?"

"Her? Ugh..." Odalia shivered in distaste. "Even ignoring her grating personality, she's..." Odalia tense her lips and tongue, the act of a person about to say something vile. She pronounced the following words with a primal, intense disdain, only accomplished through years of internalized systemic prejudice. "She's poor! She's human! She's brown! And that mother of hers... my Amity deserves something better than some stinking human beaner!"

"You racist cunt!" Rob exclaimed, the words bursting out without thought. "I'll have you know Luz and Amity make for a wonderful couple and I am happy for your daughter to have found someone like Luz to rely on." Rob's sweet words did little to sway Odalia. He gave her a disgusted look and pressed on. "Did you know I'm fucking your daughter?"

Odalia blinked, finally at a loss for words. "Uh... no, I did not." She was surprised, but neither horrified nor disgusted. That was good. "But, wait, Amity is -"

"As gay as San Francisco in June?" Rob cut her off. "But even so, she adores my cock. I fuck her and Luz on the regular. They're two of my favourite sluts."

"Oh. Is that so." Odalia said in a neutral tone, totally blaise about Rob's admission.

"And unlike you, she doesn't charge to put out. See, Odalia, you threw a bitch-fit earlier when you thought this was an art class. You can rest easy, then, because this is not just an art class!" Rob, atop his throne, declared to the meek, empty Odalia. "This is Slut Class! Here to teach girls how to use their bodies and sexuality to get ahead in this world. Here to make them into perfect whores and slaves and grant them an endless world of pleasure!"

Despite the speech, the continued admissions, Odalia remained still, hands folded over her knees, staring off into space blankly. Rob could see her lips move in silent patter, mouthing the unheard words Amity hurled at her.

"You're a whore! A slut! A cocksleave! A living fleshlight!"

"You live for Rob Daily and no one else!"

"You'll do whatever he wants, without a thought, just like me!"

"You'll learn to accept me and Luz for who we are and love me like I love you!"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Daily, but did you have anymore questions to ask?" Odalia answered in a monotonous voice. "I am a busy woman, after all..."

"If the richest man in the world asked for you to be his ****, in turn offering you a lifetime of pleasure and endless wealth, would you do it?"

"'The richest man'?" Odalia repeated, a half-smile spreading on her lips. "Only for the richest man. I am an expensive ho, after all..."

Rob smiled and nodded. "Thank you, Mrs. Bitchtits. If you would please wait outside until I have finished with my other interviewees. Then, we'll have one final talk and I'll send you on your way."