“Kristen are you home still?”

Mrs. Collins had just come in from the store, stopping at the bank and then going food shopping. Something seemed out of place, it was too quiet in the house. It seemed no one was here but she knew Kristen would not leave without putting a note by the door. Poking her head up the stairs she yelled, “Kristen I could use help with the groceries, I got the spring mix you wanted.”

“Oh fuck,” Kristen muttered to herself as she got up off the bathroom floor. “I’ll be down in a minute,” she yelled downstairs, giving her time to get dressed. The mirror loomed right in front of her and she winced a little as she ran her fingers over the blood stains on her legs, liquid demons that had not quite gotten away. Quickly she dressed and did her makeup as to not cause suspicion. Mrs. Collins had just come in with the last bag of groceries when Kristen got down the stairs, smiling as the girl took a bag out of Mrs. Collins hands.

After the last box of pasta was put away Mrs. Collins gestured upstairs, “how is she doing?”

Kristen smiled at her and shrugged, “honestly I’m not sure, she tosses and turns a lot, but I think that is normal. The dreams are usually vibrant. I just hope she keeps it together tonight when she wakes up or it could be messy.” She folded her arms, shivering at the thought.

Mrs. Collins was quiet for a minute; she was chopping some tofu up for Kristen’s lunch. Suddenly she looked up, “was it like that for you?”

This was a surprising question. Kristen had never really heard Mrs. Collins talk about “it”. She bit her lip gently, thinking of what to say in response, “yes…” She paused carefully choosing her words, “…it did, at first. Whatever is on those CD’s does a really trip on your brain, well obviously…anyway, yeah I had some strange dreams. The difference for me though was that I woke up with a purpose, and a lack of free will. Jen isn’t going to have any sort of hold on her mind, essentially the whole thing was just to bring her back in the fold, and a bit dramatic I think.” Kristen paused; did she just question Lauren’s motives?

Before she could continue Mrs. Collins spoke up, “I really had no choice in the matter, before I knew it; it was all over and done with. At first when I had time to think about what had been done to me I was mad but then over time I realized that I am happy now, everything was worth it.”

Mrs. Collins cut across the room and hugged Kristen. She held her tight against her, and then suddenly whispered in her ear, “You’re free, aren’t you?”

Kristen pulled away and closed her eyes for a moment. Freedom, what a strange and vague concept that was for the slave girl. She decided to go with the rehearsed answer she had come up with earlier while slicing the demons out of her mind, “yes, I am I guess. I’m not really sure when it started but I have my mind back.”

She wanted to say more to Mrs. Collins but the phone rang, Sarah had to take the call. Kristen went back upstairs and checked on Jen, who was now sleeping soundly. Heading back to her room she plopped herself down on the bed and picked up her book, starting up where she left off.

The first thing Jen noticed upon waking up was the light. The only light in the room was a small desk lamp that gave just enough light for Jen to recognize her surroundings. She was in Lauren’s house. A few moments before she could put together the question as to why she was there all of her memories came flooding back to her. Painfully she relived her breakup with Brad, Lauren’s peculiar and immediate acceptance of her back into her arms. Then…and then things got foggy. Sitting up, Jen put her hand on a strand of her black and blond dyed hair as it fell down over her shoulders and remembered the rest. Lauren had somehow brainwashed her and... She tried to think harder, to remember more. She was employed, no; friends with the owner of a corporation that did this for profit. A large part of her conscious being felt this was no big deal, but a growing piece of her mind was giving pause.

Before she could continue examining the idea, someone cleared their throat across the room. Jen (“not Jenny anymore, no”) looked up slowly to see Kristen sitting in a chair by the door with a leg wrapped under her body. She smiled at Jen and leaned back, a mischievous chuckle coming out of her, “Good evening. We need to have a conversation.”

“Watch the console Missy. You’re going to fuck it up if you keep bumping into it.”

Missy whispered a muffled “sorry” as she slid Brad’s cock back out of her mouth for a moment to smile up at him. Getting him to see her was easy enough. All it took was a phone call and admission of wishing to side with Brad during his breakup with Jenny. Sure, she did not have to come over to spill her guts about every secret she could think of which she knew about Jenny. Then, of course, they could not have gone to the store to buy beer with her fake ID. They surely would not have ended up staying in his truck to talk after that. She would not have ended up kissing him and then sucking his cock either.

Her concentration moved back to the erect cock in front of her as she licked it up and down and sucked on the head more. If she could prove to him how good she was, he would likely decide to date her. This would work out for her twofold-for one, it would get back that bitch Jenny for betraying her and Britney the way she did. Secondly, it would push her past Britney and make her the popular girl in school. If she dated the most popular athlete at school everything else would fall into place; prom queen, homecoming queen, the jealousy of every girl in school and a place in the fantasy life of every boy. Missy always knew she was going to be a star, and as she swallowed down Brad’s cum it was finally starting to shine.

Kristen crossed the room and sat down on the bed next to Jen. The two girls made eye contact for a moment, making Jen shudder. She turned away for a moment to sort through all of the programmed information about Kristen from her brainwashing process. After staring off into space for a minute, she let out a sudden, heavy breath and turned back towards Kristen falling into her arms in tears. Kristen pulled her close and held her, a look of shock coming across her face. This was not exactly what she had expected to happen, but it would suffice she supposed.

After consoling the girl, she pulled away and put a finger to her mouth, “Like I said, we need to have a conversation here.” Kristen hopped up off the bed, walked towards the door, and inspected it, making sure the locked was turned. Turning back towards Jen on the balls of her feet she smiled at the girl reassuringly, “I’m not locking it to kill you, or beat you up,” before she continued she walked over and slapped Jen across the face with the back of her hand, “I want to make sure you understand what has happened to you before Lauren returns.”

Nervously Jen recited what she remembered from the past few days. Kristen nodded continuously to reassure her as she went on. Once in awhile she stopped her to comment. She filled in a few of the gaps in the blonde’s memory and offered some biting commentary on some of Lauren’s actions with the girl.

This all came as a surprise to Jen, whose programming had taught her that Kristen was completely enthralled to Lauren. All was not as it appeared. Kristen explained to her that while she was independent now, she did still feel the pull of her former Mistress.

After removing herself from the room for a moment to take a phone call Kristen returned, “Sorry had to take that one.” She paused in thought for a moment, trying to decide what to say next, “Lauren should be getting here soon. Now, you have a choice to make. Embrace her and become her lover again, or be turned into a mindless drone.” She stopped speaking and slid across the bed until she was only a few feet away from Jen, “and that is what you will be turned into, I can promise you that. Kimberly does not fuck around with this type of thing.” After holding her gaze for a moment, Kristen chuckled loudly and put her hand on Jen’s chin, “but really, that isn’t much of a difference from what you’ve been the past few years, is it? Might actually be an upgrade even?” She moved closer to the girl, putting her head on her shoulder, “I can only offer you one piece of advice.”

She whispered in the girl’s ear.

Lauren Collins drove with nervous abandon up the parkway. As she drove her thoughts turned to the obvious place they would. Am I doing the right thing? What if Jen rejects me? Lauren knew damn well that Kimberly would follow through with her promise to eliminate Jen if she did not take to her. Jen would likely be returned to her previous airhead state, and then after graduation reprogrammed to be a Bunnie and sold. Was that the life Lauren was leading her into? Sure being a vapid, mindless bimbo was stupid; but at least you had some sort of semblance of free will, if you happen to believe in that stuff.

Lauren leaned down to change the CD in her changer as she slowed to go through the EZ-Pass lane. A Leonard Cohen mix CD Kimberly had given her before they parted now hummed quietly in the background. The Goth girl’s thoughts turned darker as her exit neared. Was this exactly what the people she hated would do? Recreate someone for your own needs as you wish. Make them submit and conform to whatever your own fucked up vision of perfection was at the moment? Was that right? Can there truly be love when it is conditioned into someone? All of this haunted Lauren Collin’s thoughts but as she pulled into her driveway, none of it mattered anymore.

When Lauren walked into her house the only noise she could hear were her mother’s pumps clicking across the floor towards the door to greet her. After speaking for a few moments, Sarah had to go see her Master in the den. Lauren watched her leave and then proceeded to move up the stairs towards her room.

She stood before the door for a minute, pondering the brevity of the situation. This is the big moment. Slowly she opened the door, shutting her eyes for a moment as she adjusted to the low level of light. Kristen had decorated the room sparsely. There were only a few candles lighting the room. This sort of subtle touch was unusual for Kristen, who usually preferred immaculate decoration and ceremony to honor her Mistress.

Looking down, Lauren found Kristen kneeling next to the bed, her hair falling over her face as she stared at the black carpeted floor, “you have done well Kristen; you may go for the evening.” Quickly Kristen moved to obey but not before Lauren grabbed her ass from behind as she passed. Lauren gave her a mischievous grin that had the words I own you written all over it.

Lauren’s preoccupation with turning towards her lover made her miss the look of disgust Kristen gave her before she exited the room.

Lauren made her way to the bed and sat down a few feet away from Jen, who was now sitting back against a pillow watching Lauren. Lauren smiled at her apprehensively and whispered a hello. Jen grinned back and said hi nervously.

About thirty seconds of silence went by before Lauren finally asked Jen how she felt. “G-good I guess. I feel really awake and alert.”

Lauren smiled and relaxed a little. So far, so good. She moved herself a little closer and wrapped her arms around Jen tightly.

After a long few minutes Jen pulled away and looked Lauren over as if she was looking at her for the first time. Her eyes drifted across Lauren’s body, only stopped when she had reached eye contact with her. She stared into the girl’s eyes for a moment, looking lost in thought. Finally, she whispered through a grin, “It’s good to be back.” Leaning towards Lauren, her lips reached Lauren’s lips and they kissed excitedly, falling into each other’s embrace.