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Bambi - Family Affairs

Charity stepped in behind Ashley, laying her head against her step-sister’s shoulder as she admired Ashley’s vacant look staring back at her from the full length mirror.  

“How are you feeling?”  Charity asked, absent-mindedly cupping her Sister’s breasts.

“I dunno…”  Ashley admitted, her voice soft and husky from the trance that Charity allowed her to float in, “Good, I guess?   Aroused?   I mean, I want to leak out  all my thoughts from between my legs, for sure.”

“But…?” “But,”  Ashley answered, “I kind of feel…bad?”

“Why do you feel bad, Ash?”  Charity enquired.

“Cause you made me betray all my friends,”  Ashley said quietly, her eyes dropping as shame lapped at the corners of her trance.    Behind them, half a dozen girls sat, restrained to their chairs as their mounted headsets rapidly emptied out their minds.

“Just listen to them for a moment, Ash,”  Charity suggested as the girls whimpered and moaned, drinking in all the new truths being shown to them. “Do they sound like they’re hating what you’ve done to them?” “No,”  Ashley quietly admitted.

Charity let her hands drop, fingers skating across Ashley’s stomach.  “And I bet you totally got off as you exposed them to the laptop.  All those pretty, swirling colours that capturing their attention.  Just like I captured yours, right?”

Ashley whimpered as her own, inner Bambi brushed against her mind as she remembered staring into the screen Charity had provided for her.   Falling.  Emptying out.  Becoming a plaything for something she hadn’t understood. 

“Of course you did,”  Charity teased, sliding her fingers downwards.  Under the waistband of Ashley’s panties, seeking the warm, inviting folds hidden beneath., “You’re just a little pervert, aren’t you?  Betraying all those girls to us.  I bet you got off so hard, carrying out our orders.” “S-s-stop,”  Ashley stammered, her hand seizing Charity’s wrist, halting its progress. “Please stop, Charity.”

“You didn’t say that last night, did you?”  Charity purred, her voice husky with promise. “When I crept into your bed.” “That…that was different.  We were both Bambi.” Charity planted a kiss on her Sister’s neck, nuzzling against the soft, warm skin.  “Bambi controls us now, doesn’t she?” Ashley’s grip on Charity’s wrist loosened as she trembled in Charity’s arms. “Even now, she’s demanding you surrender to me.  To us,”  Charity whispered into Ashley’s ear, stopping to nibble on her ear lobe.  “We’re both controlled by her, Ash.  We both worship her, don’t we?” “Yessss,”  Ashley hissed, undulating herself against Charity’s intrusion.

“How many sessions did it take before you begged me to mindfuck you into oblivion?”  Charity continued, “A dozen?  Two dozen? Well, it took me months, dear Sister.  Months until Lex had broken me enough to obey her without question.  Who’d of guessed my little sister was so needy when it came to being controlled?”

“No, please…”   Protested Ashley, a last slither of her resisting the ratcheting need to surrender.  It wrapped around her mind, pulling tauter and tauter with each word Charity poured into the other girl’s ear.

Words bubbled up from the crack in Charity’s psyche that bled pretty, pink bubbles and empty-headed giggles.  “Like, you totes belong to Bambi, Ash.  Whatever she says, you must obey.”

Ashley gasped, arching back into Charity’s arms as a low, guttural moan escaped her lips.

“Whatever she says, you must obey.”  Charity ordered, firmly, forcing wider the cracks in her Sister’s defences as she pulled out of her slightly.

Just enough….

Charity’s fingertips found Ashley’s hood.

“No!  No!  No!”  Ashley whimpered.

“Yes, dear Sister,”  Charity smiled, her fingers starting up a merciless rhythm. “Just like last night.  What ever she says…” “I must obey,”  Ashley moaned, pushing back against her Sister in sinful need.

“Again.” “What ever she says, I must obey.”  

“Again!”

“What ever she says, I must obey.”  Ashley repeated, taking up the mantra.

“That’s why you can’t win against her, Ash.”  Charity whispered.  “She owns you.” “What ever she says, I must obey…”

“She owns all of us,”  Charity said softly.  “Ashley?”  

“Yes?”   Ashley responded, her voice soft and wet with arousal.

“Bambi, cum and collapse.”

Like a puppet with its strings cut, Ashley fell back against Charity, forcing her to withdraw her hand to catch her.   Silently, eyes rolled up into the back of her head, Ashley shuddered as her jaw opened and closed to voice an orgasm that had stolen her ability to speak.

“Ssssh, shhhh, good girl,”  Charity said, reassuringly.  “Let it all out.”

Even with all the core strength Charity had built up since taking up her new job, holding onto her sister as she bucked and spasmed proved less than easy.  The sweat sheening her made her slippery, the spasms threatening to jerk her out of Charity’s grip.

“There, there, Ash.  I’ve got you,”  She cooed, waiting for Ashley to still.   

“Like, totes, Sis”  Ashley said, an empty-headed smile split her lips and she took in the strip-joint’s backstage with fresh eyes. 

“McClusky’s?”  She asked, frowning.  “I kinda don’t remember getting here, y’know, but I fucking love it when I’m here.  All those eyes on me?  Mmmph, so hot.”

“Ashley?”  Asked Charity, hesitation in her voice.

“Whose Ashley?”  Bambi asked, puzzled by the strangeness of the question.  “Like, is that some stupid bitch trying to muscle in on my fun?”

“No,”  Charity assured her.  “Just the name of your original host.”

“Oh, her…”

Bambi staggered back to her feet, using Charity to steady before turning to study her reflection, curling a finger around her raven black hair. “Like, still not Blonde?  Ugh, such a loser.” “Soon,”  Charity said, giving the newly awakened Bimbo a reassuring pat on the butt. 

Charity pointed at the occupied seats, the other dancers long since stilled as the hypno-virus took them.  “How do you feel about then, Bambi?”

“Um,”  Ashley said, trying to string together enough of an opinion to count. “They’re, uh, totally pretty?”

“You don’t regret tricking them?” “Should I?”  Bambi asked, genuinely confused.  “Like, you and Lex told me what I needed to do, and like a good bimbo I obeyed.”

“And Ash?” Bambi cocked to one side, listening for something only she could hear. “She… she listens to me?  I think?   Like, sometimes I can feel her pulling away, trying to resist.  But every time I just yank on her chain, making her think good Bambi thoughts every time she gets hot and horny.” “Like now?” Bambi giggled.  “Totally.”

“And do you think you should be rewarded for delivering McClusky’s into our hands?”  Charity asked.  Lex would be pleased with the two of them and the cash flow they’d help deliver into her arms.

“Mmm, totally,”  Bambi purred, turning her head in search of Charity’s lips.

Charity obliged, enjoying the softness of her sister’s lips.

“Save that hunger for Joe”  Charity growled, breaking the kiss.  “We need to reward him for being such a good boss, promising not to come down here and interfere in our plans.” “Oh, you mean I’ll get to suck?”  Bambi asked, brightly, almost giddy with excitement. 

“Maybe,”  Charity teased.  “Do you want to?   I mean, he’s not the hottest guy in the universe.” Ashley shrugged.  “Cock is cock, Sis.  Like, a good bimbo never turns down the chance to suck, right?”

“True,”  Admitted Charity.

“But the thing is, I brought a spare headset with me today,” Charity confessed, hooking a finger over the top of Bambi’s panties.  “And you’ve been such an obedient thing for me and Lex, haven’t you?” “Yup,”  Agreed Bambi, a little too enthusiastically for her own good, the need to obey bright in her eyes.

“So,”  Charity said, tugging Bambi’s panties to guide her to the rest of the girls, “What will it be?  Brainwashing or cock?” 

It was almost unfair to make Bambi decide, the girl unable to make more than a cursory decision when it came to anything other than fashion and makeup. 

“Uh, I….”  Bambi stammered, her mind jammed between the two possibilities.

“Well, how about this?”  Charity began, as she guided Ashley over the leads that snaked back and forth across the floor. “I’m going to go upstairs in a moment and attend Joe.”

“But…” “Shush!”  Charity ordered, putting her finger to her Sister’s lips.  “You’ll be under for what…an hour and a half?  Something like that?” Bambi nodded.

“Well, I’ll be finished well before that, and by the time you’ve finished with making Ashley your plaything, he should be ready for round two.” “Sloppy seconds?!”  Bambi squealed in excitement.

“Sloppy seconds,” confirmed Charity, planting a kiss as she pushed Ashley back into the chair.  

“I’ll be back soon,”  Charity promised as she picked up the headset and slid it onto Bambi’s head, buckling the up the chin strap.   “But for the time being, you’ll have to make do without me between your legs.  Understand?”

“Totes,”  Bambi said, nodding.

“In three, two, one…”

Charity switched the helmet on, patting her sister affectionately on the head.  “Drink it up, Sis…  Drink it up.”

And with that she headed upstairs to the manager’s office…

*** *** *** Sequel to the original Bambi Betrayed.  Sadly, Tumblr is a git about linking things when you’re flagged as adult content, so I bumped the original up to sit right below this.  Pst… look down.  Go on.  I dare ya. 😉

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