Why did you come here?

The sound made Sarah's stomach twist.

Three weeks ago, that laugh wouldn't have bothered her. Back then it had been rare, a brief crack in the professional demeanor of a competent coworker.

Now it was constant.

Every sentence. Every thought. Every movement seemed punctuated by another airy burst of amusement.

At first Sarah had assumed it was some sort of crisis. People made strange decisions. That explained the dramatic makeover. The strange new habits. The bizarre way Sylvia had started talking.

But over time, the explanation stopped making sense.

The old Sylvia had been intelligent, focused, and ambitious.

The woman stumbling around the room now seemed incapable of discussing anything for more than thirty seconds without drifting into meaningless chatter.

It was as though an entirely different person occupied the same body.

Sarah watched as Sylvia nearly dropped a bundle of cables.

"Oh my gosh," Sylvia muttered, catching them at the last second. "That would've been, like, super embarrassing."

Sarah glared.

Sylvia didn't notice. She was too busy fiddling with a tablet and a pair of oversized headphones resting on a nearby table.

The sight made Sarah's pulse quicken. Those headphones worried her. Almost as much as the screen connected to them. The display glowed softly with shifting colors and strange geometric patterns.

Sarah had no idea what it was.

She only knew it was the reason she was here.

The memory returned in fragments.

Coffee.

Conversation.

Sylvia inviting her over.

Something special she wanted to share.

Sarah had agreed mostly out of concern.

She remembered walking into the apartment. Seeing equipment she didn't recognize. Then, Nothing. The next thing she knew, she was tied to a chair. A cold knot formed in her stomach.

Sylvia finally looked up. Her smile widened immediately.

"There you are!" she chirped.

Sarah stared.

Sylvia pointed excitedly at the equipment.

"Oh my gawd, Sarah. You are so gonna love it."

Sarah shook her head violently.

The answer only seemed to amuse Sylvia.

"Everybody like does that at first."

That wasn't reassuring. Not even slightly.

Sylvia bounced on her heels and clasped her hands together. A look of genuine excitement crossed her face.

"As soon as Princess Jaquie gets here, everything can start."

Sarah froze.

Princess who?

The question flashed through her mind.

Unfortunately, the answer arrived a moment later.

A cheerful chime echoed from somewhere deeper in the apartment. Sylvia gasped. Her eyes widened.

"Oh!"

For the first time since Sarah had arrived, the blonde looked genuinely nervous. She hurried toward the door.

"She's here."

The simple statement sent a chill racing down Sarah's spine. Because whatever was happening, Sylvia clearly wasn't in charge. And somehow, that realization terrified Sarah far more than the restraints.

Sarah watched as Sylvia disappeared down a hallway. She immediately resumed struggling against the gag. The effort proved fruitless. The fabric remained firmly in place.

Footsteps approached. Two pairs of clacking heels.

Both sounded odd. Almost mechanical. A second passed.

Then a stranger stepped into the room.

She was dressed in a short skirt, fishnet stockings, and an absurdly low cut blouse that revealed the inner curve of her breasts.

And a pair of towering heels that forced her up onto her toes.

The woman looked into Sarah's eyes. Her hair hung loose around her face. It was a brilliant, platinum shade of blonde. The kind that could never have happened naturally. It looked too polished and perfect. It flowed over her shoulders like liquid gold, framing features that seemed almost artificially sculpted.

High cheekbones.

Plush lips.

A smooth jaw.

She looked like the kind of model you might find in the centerfold of an expensive magazine.

"Princess," Sylvia gushed. "This is like Sarah. And like she's like totally what we need."

The strange woman looked from Sarah to Sylvia and then back to Sarah again.

"I know, honey." The response was gentle but firm. She turned and smiled brightly. "I'm the one who gave you the instructions."

Sarah swallowed. She had a sinking suspicion she understood exactly what those instructions were.

The stranger stepped closer.

Sylvia followed behind, practically buzzing with excitement. The pair stopped in front of her. A moment passed. The silence felt suddenly thick and awkward.

"I think introductions are probably in order," the strange woman finally said, breaking it.

Sarah watched warily.

"My name is Jaquie. But most people around here just call me 'Princess.'"

Sarah looked back to Sylvia.

"And this is Sylvia, of course," Princess Jaquie continued. She smiled. It was an expression that somehow made the situation feel even more surreal. "I think you've met. She's like one of our most enthusiastic new additions. A real bimbo doll."

Sylvia practically melted.

Sarah looked between the two. She wasn't entirely sure how to respond.

Her eyes landed on the restraints around her wrists. Then her ankles.

Princess Jaquie looked at the same thing.

"Oh, of course." The woman smiled again, this time in an almost apologetic manner. "You're probably wondering why we went through so much trouble. But it's a lot to take in, honey. We just didn't want you hurting yourself in case things went south. You know how it is."

Sarah most definitely did not know.

"Girls are always so full of dumb ideas. Like they have choices or a personality. Sylvia here knows how dumb those are." Princess Jaquie patted the girl on the shoulder. Sylvia giggled. "But we'll help you understand. Won't we?"

Sylvia nodded, bouncing slightly on her heels.

"Like totally. Like I got all the stuff ready," she said.

Princess Jaquie's expression shifted.

"That's great, honey," she said. She reached up and ran a hand through her hair. The motion was smooth and practiced. Her eyes seemed to focus on nothing at all for a second before shifting back to the girl. "I think I'll go grab us some toys. It's going to be a fun night."

With that, she turned and strode from the room, heels clicking as she walked. A moment later the sound of a door opening echoed from somewhere in the house. Then a faint thud of the door shutting.

Sylvia looked at Sarah.

"Just you wait. You're gonna love this."

Sarah pulled at her bonds again, testing their strength.

They held easily.

Sylvia's giggles faded to amused chuckling.

"That's so funny," she murmured, "watching you do that."

Sarah wanted very badly to punch her.

Unfortunately, that didn't seem possible.

"You like should stop. Princess says you get to start having fun soon." The blonde nodded to herself. "Yeah. It'll be totally great."

Sarah watched as Sylvia began to move.

She walked toward a low table nearby. She picked up the tablet she had been working on before and set it on the table in front of Sarah. Next she placed the headphones over Sarah's ears.

A constant droning beat filled her head. It pulsed and shifted, a rhythmic thud of sound. The patterns were strange. They seemed to shift and change in unexpected ways. They swelled and subsided in odd ways. It was hard to describe. The sound was strange and mesmerizing and oddly comforting.

Sylvia leaned over Sarah and pressed a button on the front of the tablet screen.

The device's display suddenly came to life. Bright lights flashed in front of her eyes, a kaleidoscope of colors and shapes. Images raced in front of her eyes, words chased words. They flashed past so quickly they were nearly impossible to read. Sarah's head spun as the world blurred into a riot of colors and noise. Her eyes watered. The images began to overlap, blurring together and becoming an unbroken stream of motion and noise. Her heart beat faster and faster as the lights and sounds swirled and blended. The images and sounds seemed to grow louder, filling the room and pressing down upon her, suffocating and overwhelming.

Sylvia put the tablet back down.

"Like don't worry, Sarah." The words were hard to hear through the din inside the headset. The voice seemed to echo strangely inside her mind. "You like don't need to do anything. I'm gonna do it all for you. Just relax. Let your mind go."

Sarah had no idea how to do that. Her eyes ached from the strain of the images flashing past. Her head throbbed from the pounding in her ears. She tried to think. She tried to focus on the woman talking to her, but it was impossible to do. All she could focus on was the soothing pattern on the large screen.

It was mesmerizing.

Her eyelids felt heavy. Her vision blurred and her mind wandered aimlessly, drifting from one image to the next.

Her eyes fluttered shut. Her breathing slowed and deepened. She let out a long sigh.

Her eyes opened slowly. Her breathing was slow, steady, and rhythmic. She felt relaxed.

Sylvia's hands slid along Sarah's shoulders.

"It's okay." Sylvia whispered in her ear, the words soft and soothing, "Let it happen. Let it happen."

"That's right, darling. Let it happen," echoed Princess Jacquie's sultry tones in Sarah's ear. "Just let go. You're so ready for it. You can't fight anymore."

Sarah closed her eyes.

She let her head fall back against the chair.

It was too much. The colors. The lights. The patterns.

She felt like she was drowning in them. She couldn't fight them anymore.

"Good girl," purred Princess Jacquie.

"That's it. Just let it happen," cooed Sylvia, her voice soothing. "Just give up."

"Give up."

The words reverberated in Sarah's skull.

"Feel all your thoughts pop. Just like bubbles."

She tried to concentrate.

"Just empty them all. They don't matter. None of them do. You don't need to think anymore."

It wasn't easy.

"You want to give in, don't you?"

Sarah couldn't tell anymore.

She couldn't feel anything. She felt like a doll, like her mind had become numb.

"Just relax," Jaquie continued, soothing, coaxing, seductive. "Relax and let yourself sink down. Deeper and deeper."

She could barely keep track of her breathing.

"Like it's totally easy," Sylvia said softly. "You don't even have to think about it. It's like your body does it for you."

"Just listen to the sound," Princess Jaquie purred, her voice deep and resonant, soothing, lulling, seductive. "The rhythm of it."

"It's like you just drift away," Sylvia said. "You're like totally gone."

"Just let yourself drift away," Princess Jaquie murmured. "That's right, darling, deeper and deeper."

Sarah felt something grip her thighs. Her head fell to one side.

"Let yourself go. Let your mind drift away. Let it all drift away."

"Like totally," Sylvia whispered, "It feels so good to not have to think anymore. To not worry or think. It's so easy. You're so empty. It's so good. It feels so good."

"Deeper and deeper," Jaquie repeated, "Deeper and deeper."

The room began to fade around Sarah.

"Deeper and deeper. Just like that. Let yourself go, honey."

Sarah's breath caught in her chest.

"Let everything else go. Just drift away. Let yourself drift away."

Sarah felt her body go slack, her limbs loose and heavy. She couldn't move her arms or her legs.

"Deeper and deeper," Sylvia said, her voice a soft, hypnotic whisper in her ear.

Something slipped between her thighs.

The sensations were so strange. Sarah felt as though her body was a stranger to her, her muscles sluggish and heavy, her thoughts sluggish and muddled.

"Like it's like you don't have to think about anything anymore," Sylvia said softly, "Just relax and let yourself go."

"Let yourself drift away," Princess Jaquie purred in her ear, "Deeper and deeper. That's right, honey, deeper and deeper."

Sarah's head rolled to one side. She felt as though her mind had been wrapped in a warm blanket of softness.

"Deeper and deeper, darling. Let yourself drift away."

Something brushed across her chest. Sarah couldn't focus enough to figure out what it was. The sensation was pleasant. Warmth blossomed within her. Fingers dug into her breasts. Sarah felt a small gasp of pleasure escape her lips. A shiver ran down her back as the fingers pinched her nipples. She arched her hips up off of the chair, seeking out more stimulation. Another moan of pleasure escaped her lips.

"Just let it all go, honey," Jaquie purred, "Just give up. It feels so good."

"It does feel good. Doesn't it?" Sylvia asked, "Just letting everything go? Letting your mind go blank?"

"Like it feels so good to be empty," Jaquie continued.

Nails brushed against Sarah's wet folds. Sarah felt herself grow more and more aroused. She felt a strange sense of emptiness, like she was missing something. She felt like she should be doing something. She had no idea what it might be.

"Just relax and let go," Sylvia murmured, "Just let it happen. It feels so good. Letting everything go."

Sarah moaned softly. Her body began to tremble and quiver.

"Like it's so much better without thoughts," Sylvia whispered in her ear. "Just empty and mindless."

"Dumb and slutty. Just a nice pair of tits and horny holes," Jaquie added. Her tone changed, a hint of command lacing through the soothing tones, "You don't need thoughts to be happy, do you, Sarah?"

A moment passed.

The sound in the headset continued. The images continued to flicker.

Sarah shook her head.

The response was weak.

"You want to be happy, don't you, darling?" Princess Jaquie continued, "You want to be happy, don't you?"

The fingers pinched her nipples again, drawing another low, drawn-out moan from her. Nails twisted her clit. Sarah bucked against the fingers.

"You don't want to think, do you?" Jaquie murmured in her ear.

Another moan escaped Sarah.

"You just want to be happy. Don't you? You just want to be empty."

The sound in her head throbbed louder, drowning out everything but Princess Jaquie and Sylvia's voices and her own gasping moans.

"Empty and stupid and slutty."

"Yes," Sarah breathed, her head rolling back and forth.

"Empty and dumb and slutty."

"Like it's like so much easier that way," Sylvia cooed.

"You don't have to think about anything," Princess Jacquie continued, her tone growing more authoritative, "It's all about being empty."

"Empty and dumb," Sylvia agreed, "Like it's so much easier to just be a bimbo."

"That's right," Jaquie purred, the sound thrumming inside of Sarah's chest, "Being empty. Being dumb. Being nothing. You want that, don't you? Bimbo Doll."

Another moment passed. Sarah swallowed hard.

She didn't want to answer. She couldn't.

The words felt so good. So soothing. Like warm milk in her ears.

"You want to be a bimbo doll," Jaquie commanded. "You want to be an empty-headed bimbo doll. You want to be a bimbo whore. Say it, darling. Say you want to be a dumb bimbo whore. A bimbo slave."

Sarah felt something tighten in her stomach.

"I-I-I," she stammered.

"Go ahead," Jaquie said, her voice soft but commanding. "Say it."

"Yes." Sarah's head lolled to the side.

"Yes what? Say it." The voice in her ears was a sultry whisper. "Say what you want, darling."

Sarah's tongue felt thick in her mouth. Her breath came in ragged gasps. Her skin tingled. She couldn't focus.

"You want to be a bimbo whore? Don't you?"

Sarah nodded.

She didn't understand why, but it felt true.

"You want to be an empty, horny bimbo doll, don't you?"

"Yes," Sarah breathed.

"Yes, what?"

Sarah moaned. She felt like her head was swimming in a thick haze. She couldn't form words.

"I-I-I-I," she stammered. Sarah's words were slurred and thick.

"Go on, darling, say it," Princess Jaquie's voice was low and seductive in Sarah's ear. "Just say it. Just give in. Let it all go."

"Like say it. I'm a dumb bimbo whore," Sylvia whispered.

"Like I'm a bimbo whore," Sarah mumbled.

The fingers pinched and twisted her clit and nipples, drawing another gasping moan from her. The sensation seemed to fill the entire room, enveloping her body like a blanket of pleasure. She moaned, her hips bucking against the restraints. The pleasure was intoxicating. Her body shivered with need. She needed to be touched. To be filled. To be taken.

"Yes, darling, that's it. Let it go. Let it all go." The words seemed to reverberate through Sarah's mind. "Empty, bimbo whore."

"Like a dumb, empty bimbo whore," Sarah said, nodding.

"Yes, that's it, darling, that's it." The voice in Sarah's ears was a sultry whisper. "Empty, stupid, horny. Bimbo whore. All you want to be."

"Yes, bimbo whore." Sarah's voice was thick with arousal. "Bimbo whore. Empty, stupid, horny bimbo whore." Her voice grew more desperate with each repetition.

"Sylvia, get me the wand, I think Sarah has earned the next level. And put the gag back in."

"Totally, Princess," Sylvia said, giggling. Her hands slipped from Sarah's skin.

Sarah let out a whimper. She felt the pressure around her nipples release. Her chest heaved and her breath caught in her chest. The gag slipped between her teeth. She bit down on it automatically. Something clicked behind her head. Her eyes opened a fraction and the screen continued to flash in front of her eyes, a dizzying, ever-shifting pattern of color and shapes that blurred and melted together, a mesmerizing kaleidoscope of images that swirled around and through her head.

A low buzz sounded.

It was followed a moment later by a sharp, powerful hum.

Sarah's body went rigid.

Her back arched, her chest lifting from the chair as her head slammed into the cushioned headrest behind her. The sensation was a powerful vibration, like someone was running an electric current through her body.

Something similar pressed against her cunt.

It sent a shock of pure pleasure racing up Sarah's spine and through her core, her mind blanking for a moment as the sensations overwhelmed her. She screamed into the gag, her eyes wide, her mouth hanging open. Her body spasmed, her muscles tensing as the wand was pressed harder against her cunt. She writhed, bucking against the chair, her hips thrusting upward, her head lolling from side to side, her hair spilling around her shoulders. Her body shuddered and convulsed, her legs trembling as she thrashed and bucked.

"That's it. That's how it feels when you forget all those silly things that make life complicated." Princess Jacquie's voice echoed in Sarah's ear. It sounded like the voice of a lover. It was soft and seductive and soothing. "Isn't it so much better when your mind is empty of everything except the pleasure? Isn't it so good when all those silly little worries are gone? All those doubts and fears and concerns?"

The vibration increased. It felt like someone was pouring hot water over Sarah's body, filling every part of her, making her feel warm and tingly.

"Yes, yes," Jaquie purred into her ear, "Let it go, Sarah. Just be another dumb, plastic fuckdoll." Her words were slow, languorous, the rhythm of them matching the rhythm of the vibrations coursing through her. "Empty, bimbo whore. Let it all go. Let yourself be nothing more than an empty headed, dumb bimbo whore. Just like all the rest of us. Stupid and horny and willing to do serve every cock and cunt."

The vibration was so strong now. It felt like a river running through Sarah's veins. The warmth of the pleasure was so intense, the sensation so strong, so good. Her body spasmed. She bucked and thrashed, the vibrations so strong that it felt as though her body was being consumed by the pleasure.

"Just be another dumb, empty, plastic, fucktoy," Jaquie said softly. The words were a purr of seduction. "That's all you want. All you need. You're so close to it now. So close. Let it go, Sarah, and you'll never want for anything again."

Sarah's eyes snapped open and she screamed. She bucked and thrashed and writhed against the chair, as she melted into muffled giggles.

"That's it. Now, bimbo doll open your eyes. I'm going to show you, sweetie, how a bimbo doll gets fucked. Sylvia come here. Bring the strap-on."

Princess Jaquie slipped the harness up her legs and fastened it tightly around her waist, adjusting the buckles and straps so the fake cock jutted from her crotch like a weapon. She stepped forward and rubbed the head of the dildo along the length of Sylvia's labia, spreading her open with a slow, teasing motion. "Mmmm, that's a good girl," she purred. She stepped back and delivered a quick spank across the top of Sylvia's right ass cheek, leaving a red hand print on the pale flesh. "Now, spread those legs wider. Arch that back. I want Sarah to see your pretty pussy, slut."

Sylvia groaned and obeyed, arching her back and presenting herself to Princess Jaquie's strap on. The dildo pressed against her labia and she moaned.

"Mmmm, such a good little slut," Jaquie said as she pushed the tip of the fake cock inside. She slid in slowly, teasing her, making sure Sarah could see the way Sylvia's labia stretched and spread around the massive, rubbery invader.

Sarah's eyes went wide, watching as Princess Jaquie thrust her hips forward and drove the strap-on into Sylvia's pussy. Her eyes were glazed and unfocused and a small trail of drool ran down the corner of her mouth. Her tongue flicked out to lick her lips as Princess Jaquie drew back, only to slam the entire length of the fake cock inside of the blonde bimbo's tight cunt, her ass clenching and unclenching as she fucked the bimbo whore from behind.

"Ohhhh, yes," Sylvia cried out. "Oh fuck, Princess. Fuck me harder. Fuck me with your huge, bimbo cock."

"Mmmmmm, yes, Sylvia," Jaquie purred, grabbing onto Sylvia's hips and thrusting hard and fast. "Fuck, your cunt is so easy. See, Sarah? That's your future."

Princess Jaquie slammed the fake cock in and out of Sylvia's cunt. Her hips pumped back and forth. The bimbo slut screamed in pleasure as the massive dildo penetrated her again and again. She bucked and writhed on the table, the pleasure overwhelming her, driving her wild, driving her

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Sylvia shrieked, over and over again, her voice hoarse and ragged. Her face contorted into an expression of blissful agony. "Yes, Princess! Fuck fuckdoll dumb!"

Sarah moaned and squirmed against the chair, watching Princess Jaquie pound the strap-on in and out of the blonde slut's pussy. The bimbo's cries were music to her ears, and the way her hips bucked and her ass clenched with every thrust sent a wave of pleasure through the bound woman's body.

She watched as the blonde bimbo's pussy was pounded mercilessly, the fake cock slamming in and out of her. Her molten mind was fixated on the sight, and she felt a pang of jealousy at seeing the bimbo slut get fucked like that. A low moan of pleasure escaped her throat.

"That's a good bimbo doll," Princess Jaquie said, delivering another smack to Sylvia's ass as she drove the strap on deep. She slammed the fake cock into the bimbo, the force of her thrust sending Sylvia's ass bouncing off of her hips. "Such a good little slut."

"Thank you, Princess!" Sylvia gasped. Her whole body trembled as Princess Jaquie pounded her with the fake cock. "Thank you!"

"Such a good, dumb bimbo slut. So good at being fucked," Jaquie said. She slapped Sylvia's ass again and the bimbo squealed in pleasure. Her attention shifted to Sarah. "Isn't this wonderful, sweetie?"

Princess Jaquie stepped back, pulling the strap on from Sylvia's cunt, leaving her gasping and moaning on the table.

"Look at how beautiful she is. How gorgeous and happy and horny and stupid she is."

Jaquie smiled as she watched Sylvia squirm. She ran her fingers along the bimbo slut's smooth skin and traced a finger over the blonde's pussy.

"Mmmm, look at this perfect little pussy. So tight and wet and eager to be fucked." Princess Jaquie grinned at the bimbo's wiggling.

"You want to be like that too. And you are." Princess Jaquie walked to the chair and undid the bindings. Brushing along Sarah's cheeks she removed the gag again. "Why don't you get down to your knees, and worship my heels in celebration, bimbo doll."

The bimbo giggled at the suggestion, her head lolling about and a vacant grin spread over her face.

"Yes, Princess. I will." The bimbo climbed off the chair, dropping down onto the floor next to the table, kneeling in front of the princess's shoes. Her hands slid down to the floor and she crawled up to Princess Jaquie, licking her lips as she did.

"That's it," Jaquie said, running her fingers through Sarah's hair. "Just like that." She lifted one of her heels and placed the toe of it on Sarah's lips. "Worship my them."

Sarah leaned forward, kissing and nibbling on Princess Jaquie's heel, her lips brushing against the leather, her tongue licking and lapping at the shiny black shoe. "Ohhhh," she moaned, the taste and texture of it sending shivers down her spine.

Her cunt throbbed, her juices flowing freely down her legs, and she felt the overwhelming urge to touch herself, but instead, she focused all her attention on the heel in front of her, licking and sucking, her lips brushing against the smooth leather, her tongue swirling over it.

"Such a good little bimbo," Jaquie murmured. "Just keep worshipping those shoes and I'm sure you'll get exactly what you need. The pleasure of mindless obedience." Her hand slid through the bimbo's hair and pulled her closer to the heel. "Go on, worship them, and you can cum. Just like a dumb bimbo."

The bimbo gasped, the words sending a thrill of pleasure through her as she leaned forward and licked, sucked, kissed, and nuzzled the heel.

"Such a good bimbo." Princess Jaquie said. "You will make a wonderful addition to the harem. Once we get your body up to specs." Jaquie giggled.

For a moment, Sarah looked at her own breasts. They felt so small. So inadequate compared to what she knew they should look like.

"Yes," the bimbo moaned, "make them bigger." Her hands cupped her breasts and squeezed. "Make them as big as you can. Make them as big as you need them to be. Bigger. Bigger!"

"Yes, that's right," Jaquie purred, "such a good little bimbo. Now come and worship the other shoe, like the dumb, obedient bimbo doll you are," the princess whispered as she sat down. "You can't help it. You have to obey. That's what bimbos do."

"Yes, princess," Sarah said obediently. "Anything for you." The bimbo crawled forward and kissed Princess Jaquie's other heel.

Jaquie grinned as the bimbo slid her mouth over the heel and licked, sucked and nuzzled the shiny shoe. She watched as Sarah licked and kissed and slurped at it.

"Such a good bimbo," Jaquie murmured, stroking the girl's hair. Her other heel found Sarah's sopping cunt. She pressed the tip of the shiny leather against the bimbo's dripping lips. "You want to cum. You want to be a mindless little bimbo slut."

The words made Sarah shiver, the sound of the bimbo's gasping moan sending shivers down Jaquie's spine. She watched the bimbo's eyes widen and then narrow as the princess pressed her heel against her cunt, and she moaned.

"Yes, princess," the bimbo gasped, her voice thick and low. "I want to be a dumb little fucktoy. An empty-headed bimbo doll."