Cambrian’s Emporium of Everything (Multiple Settings)

Total Revenge (Totally Spies)

Commission

Themes: Bad End, Mind Break, Master/Slave

Summary: In which Sam and Britney have been secretly dating for a little while when Britney gets an anonymous invite to a special kind of bar. The two decide to go... much to their detriment.

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“… hic! Hey there, beaut-!”
 
“Sorry, waiting for someone.”
 
For a moment after cutting off the drunken man, Sam tenses up. The fiery red head, dressed in a lovely green dress, half-expects the man to not take no for an answer and to make a scene. But fortunately, just this once, he simply blinks drearily and then walks away. Or rather, stumbles away. Sam lets out a quiet sigh of relief, only to smile when he’s replaced a moment later by someone else.
 
“Waiting for someone huh? Hope they’re really late then~”
 
Britney’s teasing tone makes Sam’s smile widen even further, even as her teammate and secret girlfriend slips into the barstool next to her with a wink and a smirk. Nobody knew about them yet, not even Clover or Alex. Not even Jerry knew that Sam and Britney were dating at the moment. They’d been keeping it on the downlow for a little while now and Sam has to admit, the scandalous nature of keeping it a secret makes it all the more enticing to her, who’s always been on the straight and narrow before.
 
Well she’s certainly not being straight now. Bisexual, that’s what she’s realized she is ever since she and Britney revealed their feelings for one another.
 
“Hey Bartender!”
 
Her girlfriend calls out to the bartender and soon enough the man comes over and takes their orders. Neither of them get too complicated of a drink, so he’s off after a moment, preparing a pair of glasses as they both share an appreciative glance of one another.
 
“You look amazing.”
 
Sam preens at that before giggling as she gives her girlfriend a once over.
 
“You look great too.”
 
Britney puffs out her chest in response, pleased as can be by the compliment. The two exchange small talk for a few seconds from there and then their drinks are placed in front of them.
 
“Bottoms up!”
 
Not wanting to be left behind, Sam quickly picks up her drink and upturns it right along with Britney. The pair drink deep from their glasses before putting them back down on the bar… only to both jolt as a sudden incredibly warmth washes over them both.
 
“… w-wow…”
 
It’s not like they’re suddenly drunk or anything like that. Rather… more like over the next couple minutes, they both find themselves becoming suddenly and inexplicably horny. Well, maybe not inexplicably. Britney IS incredibly hot; Sam has to admit. She’s got the most smoking hot girlfriend in the whole world! Needless to say, Britney is feeling the exact same as she gazes upon her beautiful red-haired partner in her delicious green dress.
 
The two keep drinking, enjoying the feeling, and find their drinks replaced the moment they finish them by a fresh set. Thinking nothing of it, they down those as well, continuing to chat with one another… but at the same time, their talk is turning more and more in the… sultry direction.
 
“Fuck you look good enough to eat right now, Sam.”
 
“S-Shush you… and really, you’re one to talk… I’d love to take you home and, mm, have my way with you…”
 
In the end, that proves to be the straw that breaks the camel’s back. Britney snaps at Sam’s lustful words and lunges forward, wrapping a hand around the back of her girlfriend’s head and pulling Sam into a tongue-filled kiss. The public makeout session in a crowded bar would have been bad enough, but then Britney goes a step further, bringing one hand up to Sam’s chest and outright groping her through her dress in front of everyone.
 
“Haha! Get it, girl!”
 
“Woohoo! Look at those lesbos go!”
 
As the jeering comments and wolf whistles fill the air, Sam can’t help but start to feel self-conscious. Yes, she’s incredibly aroused right now and undeniably horny… but she still had some self-respect and pride to her. They should be doing this in the privacy of one of their apartments, not out in public. The losers in this place didn’t deserve to see them like this, to be honest.
 
Reluctantly but also purposefully, Sam pries herself away from her girlfriend’s lips and questing hands, looking Britney in the eye.
 
“W-We’re in public, Brit. Not here… let’s… let’s go home. Get private.”
 
Britney grins lustfully at that, shaking her head but not trying to return to kissing or groping Sam.
 
“No need. This place… I chose it for a reason, Sam~ It has private rooms upstairs…”
 
Sam blinks, taken aback by the idea even as Britney calls out to the bartender again.
 
“Room for Two please!”
 
This gets some more hooting and catcalling from the drunken customers in the bar, which means they all know what the rooms upstairs are for. Sam can’t help but be embarrassed… but also too turned on to reject the idea. While she would have preferred to go home, she also understood why Britney couldn’t wait. She needed her girlfriend so badly. She needed her right now.
 
The bartender behind the bar takes Britney’s money and hands them a room key, smiling but not saying a word as Britney grabs Sam by the hand and drags her up the stairs. Everyone in the bar continues to wolf whistle and cheer them on and the noise doesn’t really die off until they enter the private room and close and lock the door behind them.
 
The moment they’ve done that, Britney tackles Sam to the ground, growling lustfully and clearly beside herself with arousal. But then to be fair, Sam is in the exact same boat at this point. Their lips smash against one another again and their dresses don’t survive for much longer either as they strip one another naked right there on the floor.
 
There’s a perfectly good bed though, so eventually they DO move over to that, getting down to full on lesbian action. Britney’s mouth falls upon Sam’s breasts, slurping and nibbling at them. Sam’s hands do the same, fondling and squeezing Britney’s tits as well, even as she throws her head back and moans in ecstasy.
 
Everything feels good right now. No, better than good… it feels spectacular. More than it ever has for them before. Neither thinks much of it. Of how unnaturally pleasurable this experience is. Maybe it’s just because they’re doing it in a new place? A change in scenery can make the mundane extraordinary and can turn something sexy into something even sexier.
 
Yes, that’s probably it. Truth be told, despite Sam being the brainiac of the spies and Britney not being a dunce herself… neither of them puts much thought into how amazing this all is. They’re too busy being horny out of their goddamn minds for one another. Case in point, neither lasts much longer before they have to pull away and then reposition themselves into a sixty-nine.
 
With Sam on bottom and Britney on top, they greedily begin feasting upon one another’s cunts. Fingering and licking at each other’s pussies, the lesbian couple moans in wanton arousal, cumming and orgasming their brains out for one another in the process.
 
… But not just for one another. Unbeknownst to the pair of inebriated women, they’ve been drugged. Obviously. The aphrodisiac in their drinks was an experimental one, and incredibly powerful… but it’s nothing compared to the gas now being pumped into their private, airtight, hermetically sealed room. One could liken the aphrodisiac to a base, so to speak. By itself it made them both incredibly horny, but it did nothing to damage their mental faculties. Sure, their inhibitions were reduced… but not completely erased.
 
The gas though… as both of them unknowingly and unthinkingly imbibe it, their minds are changed without their consent. Slowly but surely, they’re both warped. It’s so subtle at first that they don’t even really realize its happening. They’re just more and more horny, so they keep fucking each other, going from sixty-nining to scissoring without missing a beat as they cum against one another’s crotches over and over again. Until finally.
 
“F-FUCK I REALLY NEED A COCK!”
 
Sam’s outburst brings them both to a standstill, their eyes wide as they look at each other. Britney’s gaze turns thoughtful, while Sam blushes bright red, embarrassed to have just said such a thing with her lesbian girlfriend quite literally scissoring with her. And yet, before she can apologize or Britney can speak up… the door to the room suddenly opens.
 
That shouldn’t be possible. They should have the only key. Except, there’s obviously a master key that the owner would have, isn’t there? And that’s exactly what’s happened.
 
“Hello, ladies.”
 
Both Sam and Britney freeze up in shock and embarrassment as the owner of the bar steps into the room, closing and locking the door behind him. Then, their eyes widen in realization when they get a proper look at his face.
 
“R-Rol Hypnol! You-!”
 
“Me.”
 
Needless to say, the two women recognize him, of course. Rol Hypnol was an old foe of theirs, a man they’d caught on one of their missions and put behind bars. Unfortunately, the Justice System didn’t always succeed regardless of how easy a layup they set up for it. Rol Hypnol had gotten out on a technicality and then disappeared from the face of the Earth. Or so they’d thought. Now, they both knew exactly where he’d gone.
 
“Not going to get up and greet me, girls? Not going to slam me into the ground again and throw me in handcuffs?”
 
Rol grins wickedly as he approaches the two naked, scissoring women. Not that their lack of clothing or their current compromising position should have stopped them in their tracks like this. They were still crime-fighting femme fatales! They were super spies dedicated to making the world a better place and keeping it safe from scum like Rol!
 
And yet… they both remain where they are. Neither can find it in them to leap up and attack. They just don’t understand why that is… until Rol laughs and reaches down, grabbing his crotch and thrusting it out suggestively at them.
 
“Perhaps this is why. Perhaps you can’t bring yourself to attack me because you know I’m the only one who can give you both what you really need right now.”
 
Without further ado, he unbuckles his belt, unbuttons and unzips his pants, and pulls his cock out of his boxers. Sam and Britney’s eyes both zero in on it instantly, even as he wags it at them before waving it back and forth in front of their faces. Slowly, they begin to move, almost in a trance. Unwinding from one another, leaving their scissoring position, the two lesbian lovers wind up on their knees, staring at their enemy’s big fat dick.
 
“This is what you ladies need, you know. This cock… this is what you most desire now. I know because I helped to personally develop the drugs that have altered your minds into the cock-hungry little whores you now are.”
 
N-No… they shouldn’t… they should fight it. Both Sam and Britney squirm and shiver, trembling as they listen to Rol’s evil words while staring at his thick… juicy… throbbing mast.
 
“I’m telling you this because I know neither of you can possibly resist. Because you’re weak, mewling little bitches. So here’s one final piece of information… all it will take is one blast of cum in one of your naughty little holes and the effects of the drugs will be permanent and irreversible. So there it is. Your last chance. Fight back now… or fall and be forever remade into the cum-guzzling cumdumps I’ve redesigned you as.”
 
Tense silence fills the room, only broken by Britney and Sam’s panting. The two lovers share a horror-filled, lust-filled glance. They had to fight it, right? They had to fight back. They could still escape. So long as they beat Rol black and blue and ran away, they could get back to WOOHP and get cured. He’d said it himself; it wasn’t permanent. They still had a chance.
 
… Sam breaks first. Lunging forward, the red head wraps her arms around Rol Hypnol’s waist and proceeds to positively INHALE his cock down the back of her throat.
 
“Glughk! Glughk! Glughk!”
 
“Bahaha! I’m surprised in you, Samantha! I thought Britney would be the first to break after her display at the bar!”
 
“S-Sam… no!”
 
Finally finding some internal reservoir of strength, perhaps at the sight of her girlfriend greedily choking and gagging herself on their enemy’s cock, Britney lunges forward as well. She grabs Sam by her shoulders and tries to tear the red head away, tries to pull her off of Rol’s dick to save her from his cock. If he cums down Sam’s throat now, she’ll be like this permanently… there’ll be no going back!
 
Only, even as Britney is struggling to save Sam… she’s not paying enough attention to Rol. With a derisive and evil laugh, the villain reaches out and grabs Britney by her hair.
 
“None of that now, bitch.”
 
Then, he drags her forward, shoving her under Sam’s increasingly wet chin and right up against his balls. Caught off guard and totally surprised by this, Britney doesn’t have the time to hold her breath or anything like that. Meaning she inadvertently takes in a lungful of Rol Hypnol’s musk from his sweaty balls. Her hands on Sam’s shoulders go slack and she stops fighting his hold on her hair after a moment.
 
Thrusting Britney away from him, Rol just grins when the raven-haired spy falls back on her ass, hands moving to her cunt to begin feverishly fingering herself as she stares at where his cock is currently completely down the back of her girlfriend’s throat. Sam, meanwhile, is already lost in the sauce so to speak. She gurgles her way up and down Rol’s dick, uncaring of how it’s about to turn her into his permanent fuck doll.
 
Seeing this, Rol smirks and grabs Sam by the hair, dragging her off his dick himself, much to her whining dissatisfaction.
 
“Seeing as you’ve proven yourself to be a good bitch, Samantha… you get the honor of becoming my obedient slut with a good old fashioned proper fucking.”

Using her hair, he drags her up off the floor and onto the nearby bed, climbing on after her and spreading her legs with ease. He doesn’t encounter any resistance as Sam moans wantonly, her head yanked forward by his grip on her hair. Meaning, she watches as he drives his entire spit-polished cock into her gushing, needy pussy. She cries out as he fills her with his man meat, cumming on the spot. Finally, she’s getting the cock she so desperately needs and that Britney never ever could have provided her with.
 
Delirious with pleasure, Sam’s eyes roll back in her head and her tongue lolls out of her mouth even before Rol finishes inside of her. She cums multiple times in the short while that he’s pounding her pussy into the shape of his dick, rapidly clenching and squeezing and ultimately milking him of his load.
 
Without any fanfare, Rol lets out a loud groan and proceeds to cum inside of Sam. There’s no last minute gloating, nor is there any last minute salvation. Neither Sam nor Britney finds some final last second of willpower to fight Rol off and save one another or even themselves. Rol just cums… and Sam becomes his obedient bitch in an instant.
 
“Yessss! Fuck me with your big, glorious cock, sir! Nnnngh!”
 
Roll thrusts through the entire release, giving her what she wants and continuing to fuck her even as he robs her of her freedom and free will. Only once he’s emptied his balls does he finally pull back, smirking rather wickedly and pleased as can be.
 
“T-Thank you, sir… I understand now. I g-get it.”
 
As he releases her hair, Sam crawls off the bed and over to Britney, who freezes up in the middle of fingerbanging herself through yet another orgasm.
 
“S-Sam? W-Wait, what are you… n-no! D-Don’t! Please, I don’t wan-mmph!”
 
For all Britney’s protesting, she really doesn’t fight back very hard as Sam grabs her now ex-girlfriend by the hair and drags her across the floor over to a waiting, amused Rol Hypnol. But to be fair, Britney is still at war with her own body. The desire to submit and get fucked by Rol’s big fat cock is overwhelming, and Britney’s feverish mind is barely managing to hold her at bay… let alone fighting off Sam.
 
By comparison, Sam is at peace now. With Rol’s seed seeping out of her creampied cunt, she finally understands her place in the universe. She finally understands her purpose in this cold, unforgiving world of theirs. She exists to serve Rol Hypnol. She exists to be whatever he needs her to be. Right now… he needs her to be his muscle.
 
And so she happily and contently shoves Britney’s mouth onto Rol’s cock, forcing the other female spy right down his length and choking Britney on his dick.
 
“Gaaaaagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!”
 
Her struggling and squirming both weaken dramatically within moments, until Britney’s hands are right back to her cunt, fingering her sloppy wet slit while she’s helpless to stop Sam from railing her head upon Rol’s member. As Sam face fucks her former girlfriend upon their new Master’s cock, Rol smiles down at them both, greatly enjoying the show.
 
“You two sure gave me a lot of trouble… a complete pain in my ass, the both of you. When my guys first found out you had a secret relationship you hadn’t even told WOOHP about, I could hardly believe my luck. It was all too easy to send an anonymous invitation to entice you both to come here. And now here you are, under MY control.”
 
Grinning up at him easily, completely and totally his creature, Samantha nods her head.
 
“Yes sir. Happy to serve, sir.”
 
“Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!”
 
Britney just continues to choke on his cock and finger herself, though her eyes are nevertheless filled with horror. That horror only grows when Rol continues on with his explanation.
 
“And serve you will, slut. Both of you will. See, I’ve been planning on turning this bar into a strip club for a while now. But I needed some dancers first. And good dancers are so hard to find these days… let alone pay. But a pair of flexible, athletic former spies who don’t require a single cent to be happy doing my bidding… well, you’re just perfect, aren’t you?”
 
Sam’s eyes brighten in excitement and Britney gurgles in terror.
 
“Ooooh! Yes sir! That sounds wonderful, sir!”
 
“Gluuuuuuuughk!”
 
Britney tries to voice her own opinion on the topic, but Sam just shoves her all the way to the base of Rol’s cock and holds her there. Then, she leans in close and whispers in her former girlfriend’s ear.
 
“Take it all, bitch. Become our Master’s slave. Join me, Britney. We’re going to be so, so happy serving Rol together.”
 
The last thing the old Britney feels is Rol’s dick swelling in her mouth and throat… and then a moment later he’s cumming and all of her doubt, hatred, and fear is wiped away as she chokes and swallows his seed.
 
With that… the two spies are his. Completely, totally his.
 
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“Give it up for Sami and Britni! Our lovely, wonderful dancers!”
 
“Wooo!”
 
“Fuck yeah!”
 
“God they’re so fucking sexy!”
 
“Shake those asses, ladies! We all know they were paid for!”
 
“Bahahaha!”
 
Two months later, Rol sits in his office overlooking the transformed bar. It’s not really a bar anymore, but a full blown strip club just like he’d said. To be fair, the establishment had always had the room, it just hadn’t had the infrastructure. And getting a stripper’s stage renovated had been simple enough once he had the most important ingredient of all… the dancers.
 
Down below, the former spies, now named Sami and Britni, are like caricatures of their former selves. After enslaving them with the drugs he’d had developed to put them in their place, Rol had sent them in while he was having the bar renovated and made sure they both got a bit of an… uplift. It was some of the best body modification he had ever seen to be honest, from the same experimental company who’d made the drugs for him.
 
He wasn’t sure it could even be called plastic surgery, but of course, their proportions now were simply too surreal not to have been work done on their bodies. Massive breasts, wide hips, fat asses, dick sucking lips… the works. The old Sam and Britney would have been horrified by what they’d become, but Sami and Britni were all too happy to be his perfect little bimbofied strippers.
 
Down on the stage, they give quite the show to the watching audience of mostly men. A dual-pole dance that ends with them throwing the last of their clothes into the crowd. It’s an event that only happens once a week and that requires a huge buy in just to get into the club. They’ve gathered quite the fanbase at this point. Shame he would be taking them out of commission in several months’ time…
 
Once they finish up their dance, both of the addled, enslaved strippers look right up at his window, at him. With a simple jerk of his head, Rol directs them to make their way up to his office, motioning for them to join him. Needless to say, the bimbofied sluts don’t hesitate to do so, hurrying backstage and then upstairs without a second thought in their pretty, empty heads.
 
Rol strips down as they approach, and they find him naked and hard once they arrive. Their eyes zero in on his cock of course, both of them licking their pouty, pillowy lips in excitement.
 
“Did you take your pills, girls?”
 
Giggling, twirling hair around their fingers in a display of just how diminished their intelligence has become, the former spies nod eagerly.
 
“Mm, yes Master~”
 
“Yes sir!”
 
“Good. It’s time to breed the two of you. Some of the modifications my… business partners did to you should make you both much more durable. Meaning I can knock you both up as many times as I want and you’ll still be able to strip for eight months out of every pregnancy. Now get over here.”
 
Their eyes widen at his words, lighting up with excitement. They eagerly rush over, scrambling to be first. But Rol stops them and instead hands them egg vibrators first.
 
“You’ll have to compete for the right to be the first one to get on my dick, sluts. Put these in.”
 
Of course, they can’t fathom disobeying him. They put the egg vibrators in their already slippery wet cunts and then drop to their knees without any further instruction. Their massive tits are soon wrapped around his cock as they give him a dual titjob and moan wantonly in unison.
 
Petting their heads, Rol lets out a sigh before a wicked smile spreads across his face.
 
“You know… your old friends came around looking for you.”
 
At the mention of Alex and Clover, the two bimbofied sluts look up at him and blink.
 
“They literally walked right past you both while you were on the stage a couple hours ago. And yet… you didn’t notice them. I get why, you only care about serving me now, don’t you?”
 
“”Yes sir!””
 
As they answer simultaneously, Rol chuckles.
 
“… But it’s pretty fucking hilarious they didn’t notice you either. They must have glanced your way… but they clearly were too embarrassed for you both to keep looking long enough to realize who they were actually looking at.”
 
With a shrug, Rol snorts.
 
“Sent them on a wild goose chase that will end with them in the hands of my business partners. The same ones that helped me make you into my slaves. The same ones that helped modify your bodies. What happens to them after that… I don’t really care.”
 
And truly, he didn’t. Sure, maybe having four strippers who didn’t have to be paid instead of two would be good for his club’s financial health… but this whole place was a front for the drugs and other illegal substances being sold out the back anyways. And besides, Rol had his hands full with Sami and Britni… literally.
 
“We don’t care about those sluts either, sir!”
 
“They’re nothing to us. Just a pair of worthless women who don’t know their real place in this world yet!”
 
“Thank you for sending them away, Master~”
 
“We don’t need to be saved. We don’t WANT to be saved.”
 
Rol grins as Sami and Britni both fervently thank him for sending away their last hope of salvation. Then, before Sami can think to do it first, Britni suddenly leans forward and gobbles the head of his cock, taking the lead in their little contest.
 
Rol laughs and watches the two bimbos fight over his dick. Whoever said revenge had to be cold was an idiot. This was his revenge and not only was it hot as hell… it was oh so sweet.

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