"And now that we've established that the world is screwed up," Maria chuckled imperially, "we're going to move on. The past doesn't matter. *HOW* we got here doesn't matter. All that matters is that we're to this point now, and you're now Michael's personal little play toy." Maria's eyes were twinkling as she nonchalantly broke the news to Vicky.
"Nooooooooo! I don't want this!" Pooching her lower lip out forlornly, Vicky pouted like a little child. "Let me be yours instead," Vicky passionately pleaded to Maria.
"Sorry," Maria coldly rejected her. "You're Michael's now, and that's the end of it!"
"But I don't want to be a *boy's* toy," Vicky whined piteously. "I don't like men!"
"She's a lesbian sub," Maria told Michael, answering his unspoken question before he asked it. "Remember? I'd told you that Brock and all the boys who claimed to be with her were full of shit. When Vicky joined the cheerleading squad back when she first started high school, the senior caption thought she was a little cutie and took her under her wing."
"Ever since…. Mistress Darla, was it?" Turning her attention back to Vicky, Maria quirked an eyebrow quizzically in her direction as she tried to remember the girl's actual name.
"Darlene," Vicky answered sullenly. "You promised not to tell anyone," she pouted, obviously upset with Vicky.
"Ever since Mistress Darlene graduated and left for college, Vicky has been looking for another girl to take the reigns over her." Maria completely ignored Vicky's pouting figure as she carefully explained everything to Michael. "Since we have phys ed together, and since I'm always sitting on the sidelines alone, Vicky thought she could get me to be her new mistress."
"And you turned me down," Vicky pouted, obviously feeling betrayed. "And now you're telling a guy my secret, when you promised not to!"
"I'm not telling a *guy*," Maria snorted, glaring over at Vicky. "I'm telling your *master*! You may have had fantasies about being a lesbian sub, and you might not like boys, but *those aren't things you get to choose anymore*! You're no longer a 'playtime sub', which only lasts for a few hours after school. You're a full time sub, and Michael is your master!"
"Honestly?" Biting her lip lightly, Vicky looked like she was half dreading, but also half anticipating, the prospect. "Full time? For how long," she asked dubiously? "Until we graduate? Is he going to leave me too, after?"
"Forever and ever," Maria assured her, gently. "This whole thing might be crazy as hell, but in the end, both of you might end up getting your deepest desires granted."
Blushing slightly, Vicky turned to stare directly at Michael for a change. "Really? Really real real really?" Her eyes were begging for confirmation.
"Really real real," Michael answered, feeling foolish. Could he honestly be her master forever and ever? How long did a wish last, anyway?
"My master…" Eyes glazing slightly, Vicky's face twitched up into an euphoric grin as she closed her eyes to bask in the sound of those two powerful words. A quiver of anticipation traveled down her body, and her posture relaxed and altered slightly. Unconsciously, as she accepted her new position, her knees opened wider, she leaned back further on her arms, and Vicky lifted her hips and arched her back lightly, in an attempt to make herself more visible and available for her new owner.
"She's a total slut," Maria chuckled, laughing lightly as Michael's eyes opened wide and his jaw hung low. "I suppose technically, depending on how you look at it, she's still a virgin — Vicky's never been with a man before, after all. She's just a slutty submissive virgin who's not going to bleed on you and make everything messy the first time you do her."
"A virgin who won't bleed the first time? Is that even a virgin?" Frowning, Michael shrugged, not really caring one way or the other. She was *HIS* now — even Maria and Vicky both said so! Who cared about a one-time blood stain on the tip of his pecker the first time he used her?? Michael was planning on using her THOUSANDS of times! A one time bleeding was… PFFFTFFT… in the face of that!
"Oh pleeease! Don't be all medieval stupid on us," Maria snorted, glaring at him like he was some sort of lowly bug. "I doubt any of the girls in cheerleading would bleed their first time. Extreme sports and stretching can easily break a woman's hymen, you know. Hell," Maria snorted, looking at Michael disgustedly, "even riding a bicycle can break a girl's quote, unquote, purity!"
"Oh… I didn't know. Sorry." Blushing lightly, Michael hung his head in apology. It was obvious Maria was annoyed by his stupidity, and he'd never intended that at all! Honestly, he didn't care if Vicky was a virgin or not. The past was the past, after all. All that mattered now was that she was going to be his in the present, and for the foreseeable future!
"Fine," Maria sighed, staring back and forth between the two perverts before her. "Since we've got the basics covered, let's go over a few rules for the both of you."
"Michael, tell Vicky that the rules we set here are going to become her core rules, and she's not allowed to break them no matter what — and that includes even if you or I tell her too. The only way these core rules can change, is if all three of us agree to change them at the same time — and only then if we're uncoerced, healthy, and not under any sort of external threat, state, or influence."
"Umm.. Sure. Sound good to you, Vicky?" Licking his lips, Michael had to resist reaching over and taking ahold of the goods which she was displaying so openly before him.
"If that's what my Master wants." Finally opening her eyes, Vicky stared up at Michael. The look of hunger was almost as strong on her face as it was his.
"Fine. Then it's like Maria said. We're setting the core rules for us right now," Michael commanded. "Neither can break them and they can't be changed after we agree on them, unless everyone agrees to them together, in their right state of unpressured mind."
"Good," Maria sighed, trying not to tremble uncontrollably. Without any sort of visible confirmation, how the hell was she expected to know if this worked or not? Honestly, all she could do is just hope everything worked as she intended!
"First rule," Maria told them both firmly, "Vicky, your *body* now belongs to Michael. You won't refuse no matter how he uses it. No complaining or refusing sex. You'll let him dress and undress you however he wants. You'll do whatever chores, jobs, or tasks he assigns you — sexual, or not," Maria stressed. "You're his now, and you no longer have a right to refuse him."
"And Michael," Maria turned her attention to him, before either could say anything or interrupt her. "You're responsible for taking care of Vicky from now on. You've got to provide food, shelter, healthcare and other necessities for her. You might be able to get away with making her streak up the road in the middle of summer, but you're not allowed to abuse her. You can't make her do it in the middle of winter and let her get sick from it.
"You're also not allowed to control her *thoughts*. Her mind is inviolate, and nobody is allowed to alter it. You might make her bend over and take it in the ass, but you can't just wiggle your fingers and tell her she's addicted to anal. Her body is yours. You can do whatever you want with it. But her mind is her own."
"Nope." Shaking his head, Michael immediately nixed the idea. "One important change there — her body is mine and I can do whatever I want with it, *AS LONG AS IT'S NOT TO INTENTIONALLY HURT HER*. I'm no idiot," Michael told them both, "and I'm certain I can't go through life without accidentally hurting her, but when I do, *VICKY HAS TO TELL ME SO I CAN STOP*.
"I'm no damn sadist when it comes to the people I love," Michael assured them both passionately. "Truth is, I might not love Vicky right now, but I'm certain if she's going to be sucking my cock every night, I'm going to grow attached to her mighty damn fast."
"Look, Vicky…" Turning his attention to focus completely on her, Michael tried to explain what he wanted in the deepest recesses of his heart. "I like the idea of bullying you. Dressing you up. Banging you. Embarrassing and dominating you…. But I don't like the idea of actually hurting you, or brainwashing you, or making you any sort of mindless fap-puppet. I want you to always remain *you* inside, and I want you to tell me if I've ever went so far to ever TRULY hurt you — whether that's physically, mentally, or sexually."
"I… I admit, I'm a horny ass," Michael confessed honestly, blushing lightly. "I have horny fantasies and such, just like all horny asses do," he admitted softly. "But I don't have any TRUE desire to hurt, harm, maim, abuse, or cause intention distress for any of the people in my life — and that's going to start including you, from now on," he strongly promised Vicky.
"See?" Laughing lightly, Maria clapped her hands together happily. "I told you I had an amazing brother." Playfully, she stuck her tongue out towards Vicky. "It's just a shame that he won't bend me over and have his way with me," she pouted lightly. "If he would, then *you* wouldn't be needed at all!"
"Well I'm glad he won't. You can just keep your hands off *MY* Master. He's got me now," Vicky assured Maria defiantly. "He doesn't need *you*!"
"Wait a minute! Wait a minute! Wait a minute!" Michael quickly moved to stand between the two girls. "Let's don't fight now. Is there anything else we need to address for now?" Quickly trying to steer the conversation back on topic, Michael tried his best to defuse the situation in the room.
"She's got to quit being a cheerleader," Maria snorted dismissively.
"Why?!" Vicky sounded shocked and hurt at the sudden demand.
"It can't be helped," Maria sighed, pushing Michael out of the way so she could stare directly at Vicky. "Everything's too new right now. Too uncertain. It seems like every time it gets dark, you end up POOFing to his side, if you're out of his sight. What would happen at one of those nighttime football games? You're on the field, doing some cheer, and the hotdog vendor rolls down in front and blocks the view with their cart?"
"POOF…. Yaaaaahhhhhgghhh? URRKKKKGGH… Half the old folks in the stands would die from fright," Michael offered helpfully.
"I… I can see where that might be a problem," Vicky agreed, reluctantly.
"Blame it on Brock," Michael chuckled, grinning lightly as an evil thought crossed his mind. "It's the perfect time and the perfect excuse."
"Dear public," Michael placed his hands on his hips and swayed lightly. "I'm posting this video to let everyone know I can no longer be a cheerleader for our school. Boo hoo," he faked rubbed his eyes and pretended to cry. "Cheerleading is a sacred sport which represents one's pride and spirit for their school, and the sport teams that work so hard to represent them.
"With the current events that have recently taken place in our school, caused by members of our sport teams, I find myself unable to support them any longer. Our school is not a place for hazing, bullying, or assault. Brock's recent charge with attempted murder of a fellow student goes to show just how flawed our school morals have become. It's not a playful 'boys will be boys', when murder charges are warranted!
"With heavy heart, I'm stepping down as head bitch… Err.. Head cheerleader," Michael corrected, blushing lightly. "To… umm… highlight the current dark and heavy issues facing our school and our sport teams. I hope that in the future, after they clean up their acts and become respectable students, they'll become teams worthy of supporting and cheering for again."
"Err… That might be a little over the top," Maria frowned, shaking her head lightly.
"HA! It's perfect!" Vicky's reaction was completely opposite of Maria's. "I love it! I can play up as an indignant social justice warrior, and it'll look excellent on my college transcript! I can't cheerlead anymore because I can't support the bully boys!"
"And it gives you the perfect excuse to hang around me more in school," Michael chuckled deviously. "You feel guilty and just want to get to know me better…. Then, after a few weeks or so, we can start 'dating' and become an item together."
"My father would love that," Vicky giggled enthusiastically. "I think he's suspected my lesbian tendencies for a long time now. He'll just about dance the Macarena for you, once he finds out we're a couple!"
"Oh Gods," Maria groaned lightly. "Just what do I have to put up with now?" Figuring things were more or less settled for the moment, she turned and strolled on out of the room, going back to her own.