[Larzaius]

The client looked sceptical, but Sarah wasn’t going to let the rumours (events) of the past destroy her. She was able to beat the brainwashing and hadn’t had an episode in six months. She was ready to go back to work. She dressed smartly wearing a suit jacket that matched her navy blue skirt. This was combined with a matching bra and panties set some sheer stockings and heels. It had gotten around how she was captured and brainwashed into sexual servitude, but she broke it after she was one of the victims along with her sister who was rescued during a sting operation, She looked at the client, an up and coming employee who learned that his employers were crooked. He was worried or so she thought. His true intentions soon came to light in the restaurant where they were having their meeting.
“So how is Sandra?” he asked her. She looked at him puzzled
“Who?” she asked him. He motioned with his hand to a Bluetooth that he had on his ear. She sat back and relaxed waiting for him to finish the conversation. As she sat she noticed her left hand started to creep off the table but she didn’t know why.
“Why don’t you rub your cunt?” she heard the client tell her. She shrugged and started to rub herself. What, no, I’m cured, I don’t want this. Her mind was clouded. She remembered the humiliation as her body reacted without her permission making her say and do things she didn’t want. To her horror the client then put an anal vibrator on the table. ‘Why don’t you put this in your ass and then we can continue the conversation.” She nodded and removed her panties to her knees and worked the vibrator up her ass. “Good now, I want you to sit down and forget this ever happened. But when you feel a tingle in your ass you will feel compelled to rub your crotch in secret. Sarah shook her head. “So as I was saying my employer might be involved in the drug trade.”

Sarah felt it was a very productive evening she learned a lot and might have the chance to put another bad guy away. Her ass felt sore for some reason however. Her phone rang.
“Hello Sarah, you’re going to take a little detour for us,” Sarah blinked and nodded to no one in particular. ‘Now you are going to meet up with one of our favourite girls. Remember your friend Bea she is waiting for you, for your movie date. She heard some other things and nodded her agreements before remembering that she was meeting a friend to see a movie.
She met Bea at the theatre. She was wearing a short black skirt and matching top
“Bea, good to see you,” Bea looked at her smiling blankly.
“Hi, it’s good to see you to. They went into the dark theatre. They watched the movie for half an hour it was only so so. When her text went off it didn’t really bother her to check it.
“Take your panties off,” Sarah knew that doing what was asked of her was wrong but she couldn’t resist. No, she was cured of the brainwashing. But apparently that wasn’t the case as she raised her ass and removed her panties. She didn’t try to ask for help as her eyes went down to read the next order. “Take Bea’s skirt off.” She looked at the phone and started breathing heavy,
“Bea I have to take your skirt off,” she said in a hushed whisper."I need to take your skirt off." Jennifer turned to see that Sarah already had her underwear exposed in the theatre. Her face was red with humiliation as she reached over to her friend and started unbuttoning her."Please just don't make a fuss," She could see her friend looking down on her.
“Are you crazy Sarah?” asked not moving and trying not to draw attention to themselves. “Are you really that weak, or maybe it wasn't the brainwashing, maybe you've always been a slut.” Sarah listened to the harsh words they made sense, maybe she always was a slut, No that's not true I don't want to do this. Sarah scolded herself.
“Help me Bea,” she pleaded. Bea nodded and arched her back so Sarah could pull down her skirt. Then to her shock she realized that Bea wasn't wearing any panties. Her slender ass was just there as the skirt were removed.
"Now what does Master want you to do?" she asked sounding kinda playful like. Sarah looked down at her phone and texted her Master's. The reply made her cringe the thought of doing such a thing in a public made her want to run and hide.
"They want me to fuck you up the ass,". I, I have to fuck you up the ass,” she whispered while she secretly started to pull the plug out. She felt ashamed Bea was her friend for…, actually she couldn’t remember when Bea was her friend; she knew they were friends, but not how or why.
“What!” Bea blurted out loud, they both quickly sat down hoping that no one noticed their exposure. Sarah showed her the butt plug that had been placed in her ass.
“I have to use this,” she said. Bea looked at her and bit her lip.
“I don't know if I can do that,” Sarah looked at Bea and realized she had to do it. But why?
“Ok, Bea, just, just spread your legs.” Bea looked around but spread her legs and Sarah went down and angled herself between Bea's legs. She then started to role her tongue up and down her exposed pussy. Sarah stuck her tongue in and started to swirl it around in her.
“Ohh,” Bea moaned. “Ohh that's, that's” she didn't finish her sentence as she continued to lick and twirl her clit around in her mouth. She bucked her hips and Sarah continued to press in, her face went red as she couldn't believe that she was sucking her friend's clit. Worse doing it in a dark theatre where they could possibly get caught. She could people watching her and Bea and it was only going to get hotter. Hotter, no worse, why did that's no, not again. She remembered with shame how they convinced her that she was a brainless bimbo. A cock craving simpleton now she could feel herself going back to that with a friend no less. She could tell Bea was getting wet and ready for what was next.
“Bend over the seat Bea, I promise it will only hurt for a minute.” Bea nodded. She got up and bent over. Sarah blushed as it was clear they could now be seen. But her concern was less then before. She grabbed the little vibrator and rubbed it back and forth against Bea's exposed clit. She then spit in Bea's ass hole and started to slowly slide the vibrator inside her.
“God!” Bea grunted, not a scream but loud enough to attract some attention. She could tell they were now putting on a show for any pervert watching them. Bea moaned as the vibrator was still going in her ass. Sarah could see Bea was no longer resisting but instead had settled into losing herself into it. She moaned as Sarah pushed and twisted and yelped out. Sarah pulled out the vibrator. As she got up she felt Bea's hand on her ass and the cold metal of the vibrator. “Your turn,” Bea said with a giggle. Sarah blushed but angled herself so Bea could feed the vibrator into her ass. She lost track of where her panties ended up and she didn't feel like she cared as the vibrator was rubbed her against her ass. She could hear shuffling and knew that some people were actually watching them. Her pussy started getting wet as she felt the vibrations and the eyes on her. She was trying to remember why she was doing this again.
“Bea, spank me,” she told her friend. “Get my ass all nice and red will you.” She heard the blonde giggle and she knew for a fact that all the noise would definitely draw attention to her. The thought of being humiliated in public was starting to get her wet again and she was preparing to surrender to Bea and the vibrator when her phone went off. She felt Bea's hand slap into her ass hard leaving a red hand print as she read the text.
“That's enough for now”

She quickly got dressed and left the theatre quickly after realizing it was not over for her. The humiliation of being controlled again. She cried as she realized she was still in their power. The man sending the texts watching her run out utterly humiliated. She wouldn't get far for he was far from done with her. Sarah reached her car when she heard that nice chime again. She needed to read what it had to say. Her eyes grew wide as she received instructions on what to do during her meeting tomorrow. Sarah felt humiliated, after all this time her will was still not her own. She felt like a toy, just a sex object for some unknown criminal pervert. She knew she should have turned off her cell phone but she liked the chime. The man following her was enjoying the sadistic game being played at her expense. He dialed the number again and her voice pick up the phone.
"Hello Sarah, I want you to listen really carefully to my instructions. I need you to pick up a package for me at a private sex shop, from there you will proceed to the women’s maximum security prison."