Subjucate Victoria

“Ughhh, there you are! Took you long enough.”

Victoria rolled her eyes as she turned to me, rolling off her bed and striding over to recover her glass.

“Is this Suisse Soie?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“It better be, maid! You know well that I can taste the difference. A girl as refined as me knows quality, obvi.”

Victoria began sipping at the water, strolling back to her bed as I examined the room. It was massive, utterly well appointed, with lush, comfortable carpet underfoot, a huge bed with the softest lightest colored wood making up the frame, giving it the aesthetic like it was fit for a princess.

This look was further continued, a huge desk with mirrors and professional lighting along with a huge spread of luxury Make-up, while elsewhere in the room I could see doors that I knew lead to a massive walk-in closet and an equally spectacular en-suite bathroom. The windows were huge too, seemingly having views in the three best directions; Sea, city and the countryside, all arranged perfectly.

Even though Victoria was a total bitch, I had to admit that her room was gorgeous. Really, it just matched everything else in her life, except for the ugly, wretched filling of the real girl’s personality. As she sat on the bed in her soft pink satin babydoll lingerie, thick and silky blonde hair cascading around her, I had to appreciate that her looks were really special.

Her water drank, she had a satisfied look, before commenting.

“Yes, well… at least you did one thing right. But don’t think I’m giving you a by-ball, you’re going to have to properly work to please me if you want to keep your job here!”

She pointed at me, a commanding gesture, that just underlined her inability to ever resist being just a little shitty every chance she got. She didn’t feel so commanding when that same index finger she was using to point at me seemed to collapse in on itself, falling down as though it were hollow.

“Wha… what’s happening…”

You couldn’t see it, not physically anyway, not as though there were colors in the air. Oh, but you could feel it. That power begin to slip away, all that unearned privilege, the strength and sense of domination reverse as it all flowed in Maria’s direction for the first time.

Victoria’s smug face fell away all the quicker, when the rest of her hand followed suit. It seemed almost to be semi hollow, not all the way like it normally is with skinsuits, but almost like it had been left out in the sun and had gone soft; partially melted, but not enough to truly seem like liquid.

“Hmm, well, well. It seems there might not have been enough to fully turn you. How interesting.”

I walked forward, slowly, moving my hips, knowing it would look seductive as my long skirt flowed with the motion. I was every inch a cat, playing with her food. Victoria liked to imagine herself a lion, top of the food chain; well, tonight she would finally experience what it meant to be a mouse.

“Wha- what did you do to me? Maid?? What did you do?”

“Oh, nothing you need to be too worried about. After all, we have a little time to ourselves, and it’s not like I’ll need all of it. Your Daddy and Mommy are out, after all, and won’t be back till later. The rest of the staff too, won’t be in until tomorrow, courtesy of an order from your dear Papa. Who knows what he was planning for tonight? Maybe some kind of celebration, I’d heard he’s about to acquire another competitor company.”

That hollowness had spread, slowly, Victoria’s forearm becoming limp.

“No… no this can’t be real. You **** me! Put something in my water, some hallucinogen or something, something that’ll make me have all kinds of messed up visions.”

“Mhmm, well, yes…”

Maria’s voice really sounded like a seductive purr as I slinked closer to my prey, seeing the denial in her eyes just about holding her other negative emotions at bay.

“… I suppose I did put something in your water. But you couldn’t taste the difference, could you? Your precious Suisse Soie, that ultra expensive brand that you insist upon. It seems to me like you couldn’t tell that it had even the slightest change. Could it be that for all your claims of being so much better than the average person, it’s really all a sham? An ugly little display of ego, that your uglier money helps you show off?”

Talking like this, so in control, so powerful, I had to admit it was making my own ego spiral higher. I felt so confident, so strong, so righteous… knowing that I was going to take everything from stupid, spoilt little Victoria was practically making me salivate with anticipation.

“No, I’ll get away from here! I’ll get security in here, and then they’ll beat you black and blue!”

Victoria stood, a decisive, naïve arrogance returning to her face. She knew that all she had to do was make it past me, down the stairs, and away to the security post at the gate, and her father’s goons would do whatever she wanted. She took one step, and then another, and then crumpled to the floor with a thump, crying out.

“Ah, ahhh! I’m so glad you chose the most plush, satisfying carpet Victoria. I’d hate for you to get some fresh bruises on my new skin right before I get inside.”

Panic began to strip away at the thin veil of denial that was in Victoria’s head now, as she looked at the crumpled, not quite solid feet that had put an end to her escape attempt.

“Your new skin?? What the hell are you talking about! You freak, weirdo, monster, pervert!”

She seemed to spit the words at me, the act of shouting them egging her on, building her anger up as her next attempt at resistance.

“I’ll have you beaten, or worse tortured, or anything. You only think you know our family, but when father hears of what you tried to do to me, he’ll destroy you! He told me about you, about your situation. You’re only here because of him, only allowed in the country at his behest. All he needs to do is say the word and the government will arrest you, or deport you!”

“Hmm, well, actually I think I won’t be deported after all. Soon, I’ll be a naturally born citizen, from a family who’s lived in this country for generation after generation.”

I was close to her now, close enough to lean over and pluck her hand up. It writhed a little in my grip, not totally deflated like normal, but still having some sort of agency.

“It really is fascinating, you know. I guess this is what happens when there’s just a little liquid used. More of a slow burn affect, although, I have to say it looks as though you’ll need more to truly turn.”

“It won’t just be deportation, you know. For this, well, Daddy will pull out all the stops for this.”

She began to laugh now, a little maniacally, although it was clear she was afraid.

“He can make you disappear you know. And your family? Back in China, or Vietnam or wherever, they’re not safe. With his wealth, his connections, he can make them all disappear. But maybe if you let me go, stop all this now, I’ll ask him to be lenient. Only you will need to be punished, and your family spared. How does that sound?”

Even in this situation, even as her anger was transitioning to bargaining, Victoria’s ego still had the impudence to suggest that.

God, her arrogance really has no limits. In a way, it’s probably fun to be so delusionally, unbelievably full of yourself. I’m going to enjoy subjugating her soul.

“Mhmmm, wowww… I have to say Victoria, that’s a real sweet deal. I guess I will stop all of this right now, and accept my punishment. That’s only right, after all. I wouldn’t want my betters to have a low opinion of me.”

It seemed she didn’t entirely believe me, but there was enough hope, enough delusion in Victoria, that she replied with some of her standard smugness returning.

“Hmm, hmm yes. Of course! Of course it’s a good deal. Haven’t we always treated you well? Treated you the best? The punishment will be appropriate of course, and severe, but once you’re back in your rightful place you’ll understand it was always where you were supposed to belong, and stay forever.”

Victoria flinched as I laughed. It was a long, wild laugh, the ludicrous naivety she’d displayed this whole time really becoming too much, and even overwhelming my penchant for teasing roleplay.

“Ohh, Victoria, Victoria. You really are cute. And so, so very stupid. You’re like a dog that hit its head as a puppy and never really was quite right after. It’s almost adorable how much you believe that your station in society was earned, and righteous, and rightfully yours.”

Now my laughter died out, turning into a malicious smile, the pretense falling away as I sadistically enjoyed simply relaying the truth.

“You’re nothing more than a maggot Victoria. A disgusting, putrescent maggot, who’s grown fat and soft and decadent feeding off the corruption that has infested the highest echelons of modern society. A beautiful body enhanced by all the money in the world and the genetics of generations of gold-diggers before you, hiding a soul more-rotten than that of the most wretched.

There will be no escape for you. No punishment for me. I’m going to wear you, slip into that pretty little body, and use it for my own ends, my own pleasure. I’m going to take everything from you, just like your family has taken from wider society, all those employees underpaid, all those poor countries looted, all those politicians bribed.”

Maria’s normally pretty face was twisted into a sadistic grin that somehow still looked sexy even as it appeared predatory, as I let Victoria see a single spine emerge from my index finger.

“Oh-oh my God, what the fuck!”

She screamed, as I stabbed her leg and let just a little more skinwalker fluid fill her. Maybe it was my skinwalker side, that monstrous part of me, or perhaps it was the power it had given me corrupting what was left of my humanity; but Victoria’s fear right now seemed utterly delicious to me. Her panicked eyes and breathy screams then morphed into pleading begging, a pathetic sound that more than signified how this terror had reduced the proud girl to being little more than she always had been deep down.

“Maid, please, please. C’mon now. It doesn’t have to be like this. It really doesn’t. Is it money you want? We can give you money. How much? Just say a number?”

She was backpeddling, words tumbling out in a waterfall of desperation, crashing into each other in their haste to save her.

“Please, please. Just think of everything you could buy! Maybe a mansion in Tahiti! Or a big apartment in Marseille, right by the sea? You could drive a Bentley, lift your whole family out of poverty! Please maid, please!”

“Oh really? Well then Victoria, since you care about me so much… what’s my name?”

“Wha-what?”

“What’s my name? I’ve been the main maid here for six months, and you’ve seen me every day. What exactly is my name?”

“Your name…?”

I could see her thoughts crashing into each other at breakneck pace, like a supercar pile-up in times square. From the fear in her eyes, it seemed she didn’t know.

“It’s… it’s uhh, Lucy! That’s right, your name is Lucy!”

I laughed in her face. The deflation was spreading, and nearly her whole body was affected now.

“Cute name! But I don’t know anyone called Lucy. I’ll give you two more guesses, and who knows? Maybe if you get them right, I’ll let you go!”

“Uhh, ughhh, oh my God, uhdmmn”

Her panicked voice was tumbling out, fear coloring each word in a shade I was coming to savor. That wasn’t the only thing I’d been careful to savor; I’d carefully measured how much skinwalker fluid I was putting into Victoria, ensuring only a small amount entered her through a single spine, watching with burning curiosity how it melted her body.

“E-Elise! You’re Elise, aren’t you?”

“Ehmm, not quite! Buzzz!”

I simulated a wrong buzzer one might hear on some TV gameshow, before laughing and continuing:

“Elise sure does sound pretty, but unfortunately for you I’ve never met an Elise in my life. One more try, princess.”

I pulled the spine free, seeing her eyes widen as she got a better look at it, its alien shape eliciting another panicked scream from Victoria. I had to admit, even seeing it myself and knowing it was a part of me now was still freaky. Anyone could see that it’s bony, uneven surface and sickening dull yellow color was objectively horrifying.

“Oh fuck it, Heather! You’re Heather!”

We both knew she was fucked, and that last **** attempt confirmed beyond a doubt.

“Oh my God, how did you guess?”

Victoria’s eyes lit up for just a moment, before I crushed her hopes with far too much satisfaction in my voice.

“Uhh, uhhh, only kidding! Maybe in some other life I might have been a Heather, but unfortunately for you, not in this one!”

“P-please! I’ll pay you anything, you have to let me go!”