Turn the tables on Stacy with interest

After thinking about for a moment, you started to laugh. This stunned Stacy for a second from seeing you act so uncaring. She sneered at you, with her finger closing in on the button, and continued her threat.

"All it'll take is a simple push of a button and your whole life is o-"

You stopped Stacy in the middle of her speech and grabbed her throat with one of your hands, pushing her against the adjacent wall. With the other hand, you grabbed her phone and scrolled down it looking for her ****. Stacy flailed her arms trying to get you to let her go and get her phone back as well. Unfortunately for her, you hadn't gained your position in the cult from looks alone. You had wrestled your fair share of women in the cult, many of whom were by no stretch of the imagination weak, into submission.

As she continued with her futile struggle, you finished removing the posts on the porn site and her phone and then looked back at her with a malicious grin. As you contemplated what you would do to her, you noticed the reaction that the crowd was having to this. Many of the men, and even some women, were cheering for you and telling you to take Stacy down a peg.

After hearing that, you exactly what you were going to do to her. She had wanted to make you into her ****. It seemed right to return the favor and even up the ante.

With your plan in place in your head, you leaned into her face, fear in her eyes from both your smile and what everyone was saying around you two, and whispered into her ear your plan.

"Here's the deal Stacy. You've lost all of your **** because you were too weak. Even those who you thought would back you up are just standing there watching because they know who's really in charge. I could snap your neck and no one would report me."

Hearing this, Stacy's eyes widened and started to tear up with her squeaking out a pitiful "please" from her lips.

You chuckled and continued, "Don't worry. I'll be merciful. All you have to do is become my pet. When I let go of you, you will get down on your knees, lick my pussy and proclaim me your owner and mistress. Then, on a recorded video, you're going to swear yourself to me for all eternity as my worthless sex **** pet. If you don't, then you're going to wish that I had snapped your neck. Your choice."

As you let go of her throat, you could see the hopelessness in her eyes. She immediately got down on her knees and started to lick your pussy. Everyone gasped at what was unfolding before them. Their shock only intensified when you grabbed her head and pulled her away from your pussy.

"Who are you?" you asked with her face covered in your juice.

With tears streaking down her face, she bowed her head as much as you allowed her and said, "I am your worthless sex **** pet...." She hesitated for a second and then continued. ".....mistress."

Hearing her say that sent a tingle down into your pussy. You suppressed a moan and then held up Stacy's phone to record her humiliation and oath to you. After hitting the record button, you motioned for her to start. Dejectedly, she starts.

"I, Stacy Brighton, swear myself to Sharon Abrahamson for all of eternity as her worthless sex **** pet. My mind, body, and soul are hers to use as she sees fit as my owner and mistress."

With that, you ended the recording. For a moment, the everyone that had been watching stood still in silence. Then, people throughout the crowd cheered and laughed at what they had just seen. Stacy, the head of the cheerleader, had just been dethroned and sworn herself over to her archrival.

Now, it was time to move on to the next step of your plan for Stacy.