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'Oh,' Octavia mused, her inner voice calm and quiet and contemplative even as she watched her best friend lean in and open her mouth as wide as it would go. 'Oh, wow, she's really going to try to swallow the whole thing.' It really didn't seem possible--the stranger's cock had an impressive girth, and both Octavia and Paige were petite and slender women. But Octavia couldn't really muster up any real depth of feeling about it one way or the other, and her mild curiosity gave way to vague interest as Paige stretched her jaw to its utmost to allow the massive prick to push past her lips. Octavia watched, unblinking, as the blonde woman squirmed her head forward as far as it would go before resting with easily a full five inches of the gigantic shaft still jutting out from her mesmerized pink cheeks.

Mesmerized. That was such an odd word to come to mind, and yet it felt like such an appropriate way to describe the glassy calm with which Octavia watched her friend slurp and splutter around the huge cockhead pressed against her tongue. 'Mesmerized. I'm mesmerized,' Octavia thought to herself, testing the notion out inside her head and finding that it fit her current state of blank, captivated fascination very well. She was mesmerized by Paige's efforts to suck the stranger's big dick, she was mesmerized by the slow, drifting pleasure of her fingers inside her own pussy, and she was mesmerized by… yes. She was mesmerized by the man who came up to their campsite and began talking to them in the calm, soothing voice. So was Paige. They were both mesmerized. Octavia didn't know why that kept falling out of her mind.

And even though they were both mesmerized, the man, the stranger, he… he wanted to see how far Paige could get his cock inside her mouth, Octavia recalled. They'd been talking about it, and Paige had--had she resisted? Octavia couldn't really imagine resisting those smooth tones, that hypnotic shaft, but maybe that was why she was lying on the sleeping bags with her hand between her legs teasing herself deeper into peace and relaxation and Paige was the one struggling to guzzle as much of that huge prick as her body was physically capable of. Maybe he was teaching her just how much power he had over her, and when he was done he would get to using Octavia's naked body. 'I want to be used,' she thought to herself, vaguely surprised by how true the words were and how little heft they had in her numb, lethargic brain.

'He's so deep inside her now,' Octavia mused, uncertain even in the depths of her own muzzy mind whether she was referring to the prick that now emerged only an inch or two from Paige's mouth or the commanding baritone voice that hypnotized the blonde into relaxing her throat even further. It seemed impossible to summon that much control over something as involuntary as a gag reflex, but at the same time, that big cock had to be going down Paige's esophagus. There was nowhere else for it to go. And the coughing, spluttering sounds had been replaced by soft, steady gulps that turned into deep gasps every time she slid back off to get oxygen. He was doing it. The man… their Master… he was training Paige to be a perfect cocksucker. And he'd succeeded.

Which meant there was only one thing for Octavia to do now. She crawled around behind her Master, crouching down to lick his dangling balls, and within moments her efforts were rewarded with a grunt of effort and a tidal wave of jizz that spilled down Paige's chin despite her best efforts to swallow it all. 'Oh wow,' Octavia thought again, the loose and sleepy thought her only real reaction, and she smiled a sleepy smile as she imagined that cock plowing her face next.

Eden didn't even remember she had a trigger until she felt strong fingers tangle into her long dark hair and grip it near the scalp. Then she recalled just what it did to her to be manhandled and manipulated by someone with the muscles to simply direct her body where they wanted her to go, but by then it was too late and she went limp and passive in the other person's grip as the hypnosis took hold of her. They grabbed her flimsy t-shirt by the collar and yanked hard, shredding it at the seams and leaving her naked from the waist up, but that wasn't enough to rouse Eden from her state of docile, obedient trance.

Another hard yank tugged her leggings and panties down around her knees, and then Eden felt herself bent over onto the couch as a warm stiff cock pressed into her from behind and pushed her up against the cushions with the force of its initial thrust. Eden realized she knew the man who was using her body like a limp and helpless fucktoy, recognized his huffing breaths and his grunts of exertion and the way he drove into her suddenly sopping cunt like he owned it, but she was already too deep and drowsy to think in words and the sense of familiarity was all that remained. It was someone she trusted. It was someone she wouldn't think to question. It was someone who--Eden let out a loud moan, partially muffled by the way her cheek squashed up against the back of the couch, as she came hard enough to derail her entire train of thought.

He didn't speak to her as he used her pussy, but Eden understood why; he didn't have to, not when she was already so perfectly programmed as to be oblivious to his total control until he decided to take ownership of her body with the sheer strength of his powerful muscles. Memories drifted past of him grabbing her by the hair, spinning her around and forcing her down to her knees while he unzipped his fly and pushed his cock into her mouth, but they only made her cunt wetter and hotter and more open to his driving thrusts. Eden loved being manhandled. It was her secret weakness, a weakness her lover had discovered and used against her to make her ever more susceptible to his hypnotic control. Being turned into a passive plaything like this pushed in the clutch inside her brain and left her idling in neutral, and he knew it.

He pounded her harder and faster now, and Eden knew he was going to cum inside of her--she felt obscurely proud of her ability to wring an orgasm out of her hypnotic Master so quickly with nothing but her wet pussy and her total fuckdoll compliance to his will, and her cunt throbbed in a second rapid-fire orgasm at the thought of doing her job so well. He never lasted long when he was fucking her this urgently, and Eden smiled as best she could with her face mooshed into the fabric of the couch; she loved knowing his jizz would be leaking into her panties all day, and loved even more that she would have no idea it was happening. Because she was brainwashed. Because she was obedient. Because she was a good girl and she wanted her Master to use her forever like this.

Eden's husband strained hard against her plush pink ass. He let out a final strained grunt of effort. Then he helped her sit up and went to go find her a new shirt to wear.

"Maybe if I put on her magic ponytail, I can find out where she hid our project," Matilda said, an almost entranced glint in her eyes as she played with the stolen strand of hair. The once long and flowing ponytail now lay coiled on her palm, its aura of power palpable even to the touch.

The hair had came from Vicky, their long time tormentor. She had been taunting them about how she had stolen their science project and was going to use it for herself. So engrossed in her taunting that she failed to see the stairs she tripped down. Matilda and Sarah were the only ones around and rushed to help her.

However as she they got to the bottom of the stairs they were both shocked to see a very different Vicky laying unconscious there. She was chubbier, blotchier and in different clothes but it was definitely still her. Weirder still was her long blonde ponytail was laying beside her perfectly detached.

As the ambulance arrived, Matilda quickly pocketed the ponytail into her bag, knowing something was special about it. Now after hours of discussion she was convinced it held some sort of magic properties.

Sarah shot her a skeptical look, her eyebrows knitting together. "Are you sure about this, Matilda? What if it changes you too?"

Matilda's determination shone through her apprehension. "We've suffered enough, Sarah. Vicky has tormented us for far too long. This ponytail might be the key to ending her reign of terror and retrieving our science project."

With a deep breath, Matilda gingerly placed the ponytail atop her head. She was about to try and find away to attach it in place when suddenly she felt it wrap around her own hair. An electrifying surge coursed through her, making her feel both exhilarated and oddly connected to something beyond herself.

However, looking in the mirror she found herself slightly saddened not to see her appearance differ at all. If anything the long blond ponytail looked kind of dumb coming out of her brown shoulder length hair.

“Well? Anything?” Sarah asked.

“No? But maybe I just need to concentrate.” Matilda said as she closed her eyes. She focused on Vicky mind becoming a canvas on which snippets of Vicky's past painted themselves in vivid colors.

Images flashed before Matilda's eyes: Vicky's sinister grins, her malicious delight in causing pain, and the twisted pleasure she took in their suffering. Matilda saw the stolen science project, hidden away in a place she recognized, the school’s supply closet in the basement. When the torrent of memories subsided, Matilda blinked, feeling a mix of emotions swirling within her.

Opening her eyes, Matilda faced Sarah with newfound resolve. "I know where it is."

As they made their way towards the closet at the other end of school, a strange voice began to creep into Matilda's head. It was a voice dripping with praise, like honeyed words that tickled her thoughts. "Matilda," it whispered, "you've freed me from Vicky's grasp. I'm glad to be with you now, my new host."

Matilda's steps faltered as a conflicted expression played across her face, unnoticed by Sarah. The voice seemed to resonate within her, an eerie echo that sent a shiver down her spine. Yet, there was an odd allure to it, like a promise of power and recognition she had never known before.

"I've watched you suffer at Vicky's hands, and now that you hold my essence, you're destined for greatness," the voice continued, its tones beguiling. A faint smile tugged at the corners of Matilda's lips as she soaked in the praise. Her nails seemed to subtly lengthen and shine with a newfound luster. "Together, we shall ascend to new heights, and you will become the new queen here."

A mixture of fascination and dread welled up inside Matilda. The voice's seductive promise of power was tempting, and a part of her reveled in the attention it bestowed upon her. She found herself absentmindedly stroking the ponytail lovingly, her fingers entwining with its strands, as she considered the dark promise it held.

As they continued on their descent to the basement, Matilda didn’t notice the subtle changes in her appearance. Her lips seemed plumper, her breasts a touch fuller, radiating an alluring charm she hadn't possessed before. It was as if the essence of the ponytail was altering her, physically and mentally.

As they finally reached the closet, Matilda found herself distracted by images and memories the hair was showing her. Vicky hadn’t been the only host to the hair and Matilda was captivated by the wicked images she was seeing. So much so that it took her a second to realize that Sarah was asking her a question through her haze. "So where in this mess is our project? Matilda? Matilda, are you alright?"

Matilda's eyes snapped open, her gaze locking onto Sarah's worried expression. Irritation surged within her, the grip of the voice's influence making her responses sharper than she intended. "I'm fine, Sarah. Just give me some space and go look for the project," she said in an unexpectedly bossy tone, "I'll stay here and delve further into the memories of the ponytail. Maybe there's something we missed."

While Sarah walked off slightly worried about her friend, Matilda closed her eyes, focusing on the ponytail's essence. In reality she knew exactly where the project was in the room but she wanted to to experience more of the ponytail’s memories. They were intoxicating. Each one showcasing Vicky's malevolent actions. To her surprise, Matilda found herself immersed in the scenes, a strange sense of delight bubbling up within her as she witnessed Vicky's cruelty.

Then, something shifted. Matilda saw herself in Vicky's place, commanding a group of loyal girls who followed her every command. They tormented others with glee, reveling in their power over those weaker than them. Matilda experienced the rush of control, the thrill of manipulation, and a dark satisfaction as her victims trembled before her.

“This could be you…. Popular. Beautiful. Powerful.” The ponytail hissed in her mind.

With each memory, Matilda's posture subtly changed, her shoulders straightening with a newfound confidence. Her once fair complexion took on a warm, tanned glow, and her makeup seemed to apply itself perfectly, accentuating her features in ways she had never managed before. As she absorbed the memories and physical changes, Matilda continued to stroke the ponytail, feeling an intimate connection to its power and allure.

The voice's promise of becoming the new queen of mean resonated more deeply now, as the lines between Matilda and the malevolent force blurred further. The temptation of power, beauty, and control tugged at her very being, threatening to consume her completely.

But something was stopping her from truly giving in. A lone face of worry appeared in her mind’s eye. Sarah. What would Sarah think of her if she went down this path? Sarah had been her only friend through their hard years of high school. They would graduate soon and they were going to be roommates at college. She couldn’t throw that all away. Could she?

"Sarah doesn't really care about you. She's always held you back, made you weak," the voice whispered seductively. Matilda found herself nodding in hesitant agreement. "With my power, you will rise above her, she will be nothing more than an ant to you."

As the voice's words wormed their way into her thoughts, a subtle grin betrayed the internal struggle. Sarah's presence, once comforting, now seemed like an obstacle. The voice's seductive promises fueled a growing resentment towards her friend, amplifying the allure of power and the desire for domination.

As Matilda continued to stroke the ponytail, her body underwent more extreme changes. Her tits swelled, straining against her clothing, which suddenly shifted to become short and revealing. Her long brown boring hair had been absorbed into the ponytail, causing it to grow long and blonde. Her lips plumped even further, and a sultry aura seemed to emanate from her very being, transforming her appearance into one of undeniable sexiness.

In the midst of Matilda's changes, Sarah's diligent search bore fruit. She let out a triumphant exclamation. But Matilda's attention was elsewhere as Sarah’s squeal caused her to open her eyes. A nearby mirror caught her attention, and she saw for the first time the changes the ponytail had bestowed upon her. She gazed in wonder at her altered appearance – her posture, her tanned complexion, her enhanced beauty. A wicked smile crept across her lips as she admired her reflection, her newfound look intoxicating.

"Matilda, look I found it! Oh my god, what happened to you?" Sarah's initially excited but then worrisome voice broke through, as she approached Matilda with the project in hand.

Without a second thought, Matilda's gaze snapped from her reflection to Sarah's outstretched hands holding the project. A cruel laugh bubbled up from within her, the voice's influence fueling her darker impulses. With a swift and deliberate motion, Matilda knocked the project out of Sarah's hands, the beakers and carefully constructed model shattering on the ground.

Sarah looked at Matilda in shock, her eyes wide and hurt. "Matilda, what... why?"

Matilda's lips curled into a cold smirk, her gaze unwavering. "Why should I care about some stupid science project, Sarah? It's time for you to realize my new station.”

The words, dripping with malice, hung heavy in the air. Matilda reveled in the twisted satisfaction of asserting dominance, fueled by the voice's encouragement and the newfound beauty that seemed to amplify her confidence. As Sarah stood there, stunned and betrayed, Matilda's descent into the depths of darkness seemed almost complete.

Sarah's shock quickly transformed into desperation. "Matilda, it's the ponytail, you have to take it off! It's turning you evil!"

Matilda's laughter echoed through the tense air, chilling in its newfound cruelty. "Oh, Sarah, I thought you were the smart one of us two. I know exactly what it's doing to me, and I love it."

Sarah's eyes brimmed with tears as she pleaded, "Please, Matilda, you're not yourself. You're letting it control you."

Matilda's smirk deepened, and her voice took on an eerie, almost mocking tone. "Matilda is dead, loser and I’m in control. You're looking at the new queen of the school now – Mercedes."

The transformation in Matilda was complete. Her once gentle nature had been consumed by the dark temptations of the ponytail's power. Her eyes gleamed with a sinister glint, her beauty now a reflection of the malevolent force that had taken hold. The voice's influence had reshaped her into something unrecognizable, a twisted echo of the girl who had once been bullied. Now she held all the cards.

A WEEK LATER

A week had passed since the transformation, and the school seemed like a different place. Mercedes had swiftly filled the void left by Vicky's absence. She radiated a commanding presence, her newfound beauty and malevolence drawing in Vicky’s old clique. Cruelty had become her currency, popularity her domain.

Sarah watched from the sidelines, heart heavy with a mix of sadness and shock. Mercedes was unrecognizable, her every move calculated to assert dominance. The voice's influence had turned her into a ruthless queen, and Sarah was now just another pawn in her game.

To Mercedes, Sarah meant nothing more than a tool to be used. She forced Sarah to do her homework, create a new science project, and cater to her whims. The once unbreakable bond between friends had been severed, replaced by Mercedes' insatiable thirst for control.

“Hurry up nerd, I don’t have all day to wait for you to finish this dumb project. My hawt boyfriend Chad is waiting and I don’t like to keep my man waiting.” She said with a cruel smirk as Sarah worked tirelessly, her heart aching for the loss of her friend and the darkness that now ruled her. The school had a new ruler, and Sarah was left to navigate the cruel reality of the queen of mean who had once been Matilda.