You thought about all the girls who'd tormented you alongside Pryce. Sure, not all the girls at school were mean, many were really nice, but the group you had in mind was the worst the tri-county area had to offer. Megan, the brunette worm. She was the one who spread or created rumors, who pryed into your life, who learned everything about you so she could blackmail you. You yourself were paying her, $10 a week, for her to keep quiet about the incident in 8th grade. You shuddered to remember it. You'd never look at oranges the same way again. It was rumored the reason she got away with it was because the principal was being blackmailed over an affair.
Helping Megan was her little computer wiz, Martha. She was a pimply, half-blind runt of a girl who was the queen of technology. If it used electricity, she knew everything about it. Megan used her to hack into the school and private records for dirt. There were also the blone bimbo twins, Haley and Daisy. The twin dunces were a few of the local sluts. Outrageously curvy, tall, full lips, a sexy sway, they had it all except two brain cells to rub together. They got their passing grades by fucking the good-grade students for homeworl or the trachers for the grade. The only class they were failing was math because they had a female teacher.
But of all the bitches at your school, the queen bee was Sarah. Tall, moderate curves, long black hair,b lue eyes, all the makings of a fashion model. She was the worst of the other 3 combined. The lust-inducing looks of the twins, the brillance of Martha, and the wickedness of Megan. She was head of the cheerleaders, president of the student council , and a member of the tennis club. She held eneormous power in the school, at least on the student level. She loved being in charge. She was a driven, power-hungry woman who used and abused people like they were tools. She took special joy in watching Pryce or any of the other jocks bully the nerds into submission.
You wondered what to do with these girls. You could remove what made them so mean, or take awat their beauty and/or brains, but that was boring. Suddenly, for some reason, you remembered you had to clean your room. You hated your damn chores. Every day something else to do, and you had better things to do, especially with your new computer program. If only you had...servants. You looked at the list of girls you'd pulled up. Yes...servants. Loyal servants. Nice servants. SEXY servants. You opened up their Location option and entered your house into it, then did the same for yourself. School could wait, you had slaves to make.
Megan looked around in shock. She was crouched over, as moments before she'd been in on eof the V.P.s filing cabinet. The twins were in very suggestive positions as they'd been doing a sexy little dance to distract the V.P. "What the fuck? Where are we?" Sarah swore. "Oh, I know! That one kid, uh, Peter, this is his house." "How do you know that." "I've been blackmailing him for the last 4 years. I've come here a couple times ot get payment." "What are you blackmailing him about?" "Ah, no, I'm being paid to keep it. If it becomes common knowledge, I'll lose that money." 'Couldn't you juet get some other thing to blackmail him over?" Megan thought about that."I could, but if I do, I can blackmail him about BOTH! Score!" The twins just stared around like sheep. "Where are we, Haley?" "I don't know, Daisy. It's a house." "I thought you didn't know." "OH! Well, I guess I do sort of know..."The twins giggled at their own stupididty. Megan, Martha, and Sarah all sighed at them. "So, let's steal some stuff and leave, then," Sarah suggested. "Sure, I figure this is a dream borught on by to much time at the computer," Megan said, turing to check your desktop.
At that moment, you enetered the room. "Hello, ladies. I want all of you to sit down on my bed." Sarah looked at you and started to laugh. "Your telling me what to do? Kid, I tell YOU what to..." but Sarah just noticed her body was walking over to sit on the bed, as were all the other girls. "What the fuck? Why did I...", but you cut her off by saying,"None of you will speak unless I ask you a question directly or I say you can speak. Understand?" "Yes." They all said together, almost against their will. "Good. Now, The reason your all here is because you all going to be my slave servants from now on. I have power, power you can't begin to imagine, and I can change you in any way I wish. I'm going to change your bodies and minds into forms I like. I've already made you obedient to my every command. I will also remove the more...undesirable parts of your personalities. I will make you all stupid, cheerful, ditzy girls like the twins here. Understand." "Yes." "Good. Finally, I'll give you fair warning. If you EVER try to escape, or try to disobey me, or if you in genral upset me, I will punish you harshly. Remember, I can do things to you. I can force you to do embrassing things. Horrible things. Maybe even fatal things. Or, I could change you. I could make you a foot tall, or give you extra breasts, or extra arms, or take away your arms. I could turn you into an animal, like a snail or a roach, ready to be crushed underfoot. Understand" "Yes," They repeated for the 3rd time, this time with a hint of fear in their voices. "Good. Now, for the customization of my new slaves." You though evilly, opening your laptop.
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