The Enslavement of the Heathers

Heather Chandler was surprised when Veronica Sawyer was planning to offer an apology present in exchange for a one-on-one meeting with her. Naturally, Miss Chandler didn’t trust that two faced snake in any way whatsoever, so she brought along Heather Duke and Heather McNamara.

Heather Chandler was a blonde bitch who’s red attire masks her heated anger.

Heather Duke was a green wearing gal whose green dollars matches her green with envy mindset against Heather Chandler.

Heather McNamara was a simple girl who liked the simple colour yellow. She was always weak willed and would always follow the strongest influence in the room.

When the Heathers arrived in the designated room, they were surprised to see a blue lingerie laden Veronica Sawyer, stroking the cock of an unassuming man.

‘Veronica, why did you set up the meeting and why are you stroking that man’s cock,’ Ms Chandler furiously questioned.

‘Why,’ Veronica retorted, ‘it is because that is what I want to do and what he wants me to do as well.’

‘Who is he,’ Heather McNamara politely questioned.

‘J.D.,’ Veronica replied, ‘he is our leader, he is our provider, he is our master.’

Suddenly, the Heathers realised that they have entered into a trap as two police officers closed the doors behind them, and a group of women appeared on the sides.

‘Don’t worry,’ Veronica whispered, ‘you don’t need to worry about popularity or jealously or sadness. All you have to do is kneel down accept our master’s blessing. As you can see, it is quite the reward.’

Heather McNamara was the first to kneel. She knew that this man, this god, ruled over all and everyone in this room should serve and worship him.

Heather Duke kneeled next. She thought that if she curried favour with this deity, she would be superior to Heather Chandler.

Heather Chandler was last and she kneeled knowing that this was how the world worked.

They all kneeled so they can receive their blessing and James did give his blessing. What once was a set of traffic light clothing quickly became a trio of white. They could taste the cum. They knew it was changing them. They didn’t care. They now know someone else ruled this domain.

Their **** became acceptance. Their acceptance became admiration. Their admiration became obedience.

He was their leader, their master, their god. They will never question his authority. Maybe they will wear a uniform similar to what Veronica is wearing.