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It started when Tammy received the mysterious recording in her email. "Its time for you to play your part" the email read. Tammy opened the first attached in the email. It was a digital copy of... Valerie's wedding invitation. Valerie, Tammy, Jodi, Melissa, Fran, Mira and Erica had been best friends in college. They'd all met at a local campus feminism event and quickly formed a relationship. As feminists in college, they were particularly militant, organizing and participating in rallies denouncing most forms of patriarchal college institutions. They kept closely in touch after they graduated, reuniting at rallies and events around the country when they could. Their friendship had only grown stronger since.
Yet, with age, their militant feminism had slowly mellowed out, and they'd begun dating and settling down. Within 6 years from graduating, most of the group had gotten married, leaving just Tammy and Valerie, still clinging on to their older, stronger beliefs. And yet, eventually, Valerie found the guy for her as well. Matt. Matt was your classic sweetheart, loving, understanding, all around perfect guy capable of melting even the most stubborn of hearts. Valerie was smitten and within a year, they'd gotten engaged, their wedding scheduled for 6 months later, with the group all asked to be bridesmaids. While the rest of their group were excited, something about Matt had always seemed off to Tammy.
Tammy clicked on the other attachment and a piercing single tone noise blasted out of her laptop's speakers. Recoiling, she immediately closed the file. But the noise persisted, almost as if it had seeped into and stayed in Tammy's mind. Tammy's head erupted in pain, as she she struggled to focus on anything. At that moment, a knock on her door got Tammy's attention. The tone still blaring in her head, her mind on fire, Tammy worked her way to her door. She looked through the peephole out of the door to see who it was.
It was Matt. Surprised, she opened the door. And her mind went blank, the last thing she saw being Matt smirking at her.
***
It was the day of Valerie and Matt's wedding and Matt was excited for his plan to come to completion. It was simple enough, getting the programmed sound cue designed to make minds susceptible. He'd chosen Tammy as his first target. She'd been the most skeptical of him so taking her off the board first was key. She was also the only one who was single so no one would have noticed her individually when she started acting weirdly.
Matt had timed it perfectly. 2 weeks before the wedding, he click sent on the email, a tracker letting him know when Tammy opened the file. And he was ready to knock on the door as soon as he got confirmation.
That day, as Tammy let him into her apartment, the programming had kicked in fully. She'd lost awareness of her mind and had effectively become a blank canvas for him to implant the rest of his plan into. But first, as Tammy's eyes looked at him blankly, the slightest hint of subconscious horror and realization seeping out, Matt ordered her to sit down, so that he could explain.
Matt had known the girls in college, not that the girls would have ever noticed or remembered. He had had a massive crush on Valerie and was about to ask her out on a date when the party he'd been at the night he found his courage got busted by the cops. It'd been a frat party, one of the frats Valerie, Tammy and the rest of their activist feminist group had their targets set on. They'd leaked to the cops that there was misogynistic hazing activities going on at the party and the cops had no choice but to investigate. Matt had heard the rumors of what the frat did. He wasn't a frat member himself but his roommate had joined them and he'd often brag about what they did at their parties.
The college pressed charges and most of the boys at that party were punished for being complicit by association. Valerie and the girls lobbied the school that a message had to be sent. While most of the frat boys were able to leverage their connections and wealth to get out of trouble, Matt wasn't so lucky. He'd been expelled... and had been plotting his revenge on the seven girls ever since. He had two skills as a computer science and music double major. An odd combination of majors... but he had an idea on how to harness it for revenge.
"You see," Matt explained. "You're exactly who you were, who you have been. I'm not taking who you are away from you Tammy. I'm just taking control of Tammy from now on. Your awareness, your feelings, your thoughts, you'll feel them, you'll know them. They'll just stay hidden in your subconscious. And..." Matt took out a USB Drive. "When you send your friends the file on this device the same way I sent it to you, you'll feel the agony of knowing what you're about to do to your little feminist group, but you won't be do anything about... because I told you not to."
Matt explained the rest of the plan to Tammy as she nodded away in understanding. Deep down, in her subconscious, Tammy wailed in horror, her mind screaming to be let free. But all she heard was that singular tone.
***
"I wonder what Matt's doing right now" Valerie pondered out loud. "I've always thought the whole it's bad luck for the bride and groom to see each other on their wedding day thing was nonsense." Behind her, her bridesmaids, her best friends - Tammy, Jodi, Melissa, Fran, Mira and Erica - were all finishing up getting ready so that they could tend to the bride. Valerie noted that they'd all been a little less chatty than they usually were. Nothing too alarming, she thought, maybe everyone was just tired. She knew how excited her best friends were about her big day.
Valerie left their dressing room for a moment and walked down the stairs to the kitchen to get herself a little something to eat. Mira, a working chef, had prepared food specially for Valerie knowing she'd get hungry waiting for the ceremony. As she sipped, she remembered the odd text Jodi had sent her 2 weeks ago. About a weird email Tammy had sent to the group, but one that she'd left Valerie out. Jodi didn't respond to Valerie's questions about the email, and it never came up again after. It couldn't have been related to the wedding, Jodi wouldn't have singled it out if it was. They hadn't gotten a change to talk about it yet but Valerie made a mental note to check.
15 mins later, Valerie finished up the food and walked out of the kitchen to see her bridesmaids standing by the stairs. They looked... odd, like they were in a daze, their hands behind their back.
"Alright girls, what's up? You're all acting strange, talk to m-" the blaring noise of a single tone filled the air, hitting Valerie's head like a car but seemingly not affecting the girls. Her mind ablaze, Valerie fell to the ground on all fours in her wedding dress.
She felt her mind go blank but retaining full awareness of everything happening around her. She watched as Tammy walked up to her and dragged her over to the stairs. She watched as Jodi and Erica worked to rip off her wedding dress from her body, leaving the dress in tatters and her, utterly naked and exposed, her cunt and ass exposed, her breasts dangling. She watched as Mira, Fran and Melissa took out three massive dildos and began fucking her with them, one in her pussy, one in her ass, one in her mouth. Valerie stayed there powerless, naked on her knees and hands as her bridesmaids, her best friends violated her body and held her down, actual control of her body having been ripped from her, replaced by the piercing tone in her head.
Tammy knelt down next to her, her eyes blank but the unmistakable tears rolling down from her eyes, her subconscious seemingly fighting whatever had happened to her, to all of the rest... to herself, Valerie thought. And, as she moaned from being dildo fucked in all her holes, she listened to Tammy explain it all.
Matt's visit to her house. The email he sent her. The story of his past that he told her, what they'd done to him in college without even knowing. The tone he created, designed to take control of minds. The email he made Tammy sent to the rest of the group, subduing all of them and placing them under his control. And then, Tammy went into detail about how the group of friends, all of whom had been in charge of planning Valerie's entire wedding, had changed things per Matt's instructions.
Tammy has been an events manager for corporations. As a result, she'd planned her fair share of sometimes shady parties for executives involving prostitutes and strippers. Tammy had invited over 3 dozen strippers to perform at each table, now with poles and over a dozen adult performers to fuck each other around the venue as the night's entertainment. Valerie and her family had been very religious, surely her family would not take kindly to the live pornography.
Jodi had been in charge of invitations and had in the weeks since her control by Matt, sent out notices to everyone from Matt's side of the wedding that the wedding itself had been cancelled. The only guests who were going to be at the venue tonight were ones that Valerie had invited.
Mira, the chef and owner of a catering company, catered the entire night. Instead of the menu she'd designed with Valerie, she'd replaced the entire night's menu with phallic shaped food items, including the snacks and appetizers their guests were likely already eating at the venue. The crown jewel was the wedding cake now resembling a massive cock being face fucked by a very nicely done replica of Valerie's face. All the food items had been laced with high dosages of an experimental aphrodisiac. Within an hour, the aphrodisiacs would likely turn the group of guests into fuck-crazy sex maniacs, turning the wedding into an orgy. An orgy with Valerie's friends and family. She'd even laced Valerie's snack with the same aphrodisiacs, a realization Valerie felt as she began to crave and enjoy the fucking she was withstanding from her friends.
Melissa and Fran were a journalist and camerawoman duo. They'd decided they'd arrange for free press coverage of the wedding as a special unique event. Fran was particular in charge of hiring the photographer and videographer. Matt had her invite a porn production crew to manage the media and wedding website. A live stream of the night's proceedings would appear on the website and all the main adult video sites, and photos of the night would be uploaded as they were taken to social media and the wedding site.
Valerie was an actress, a burgeoning one. And Erica was her manager. Erica had arranged for some casting agents to be invited to the wedding as a show of friendship and partnership, hoping to secure Valerie some work coming out of her big night. But, Erica had since rescinded those invitations and instead, invited some prominent pornography casting agents. Given what was about to happen that night, Matt wanted to make sure the young actress, his bride to be Valerie would land a job more applicable to the talents she'd soon display.
Valerie could barely react to the revelations she'd just learned, how Matt had destroyed the lives of her friends and made them set in motion the destruction of her own. Her mind was still blank and her subconscious, was hotties albeit lost in lust from the aphrodisiac and continued dildo fucking. Tammy stood up and took her camera, placed it in front of the group.
A stutter in her voice, the only sign that she was trying to fight what they were under, Tammy said "This photo will kick it off Valerie. You'll post it on your Instagram, to all your followers. Caption it "Big Day! Start of my new life in porn because I'm just a little dumb slut!" And then you'll we'll all go to the venue. We'll be a little late but that's okay. Your family and friends will likely be too busy being horny to have noticed. Matt'll come get the seven of us later."
And so, Tammy set the camera up and the girls posed for the photo. The night was young, and their lives were about to change. The only thing that was certain was that their days as feminists, feminists to be taken seriously... were officially over.
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It started when Tammy received the mysterious recording in her email. "Its time for you to play your part" the email read. Tammy opened the first attached in the email. It was a digital copy of... Valerie's wedding invitation. Valerie, Tammy, Jodi, Melissa, Fran, Mira and Erica had been best friends in college. They'd all met at a local campus feminism event and quickly formed a relationship. As feminists in college, they were particularly militant, organizing and participating in rallies denouncing most forms of patriarchal college institutions. They kept closely in touch after they graduated, reuniting at rallies and events around the country when they could. Their friendship had only grown stronger since.
Yet, with age, their militant feminism had slowly mellowed out, and they'd begun dating and settling down. Within 6 years from graduating, most of the group had gotten married, leaving just Tammy and Valerie, still clinging on to their older, stronger beliefs. And yet, eventually, Valerie found the guy for her as well. Matt. Matt was your classic sweetheart, loving, understanding, all around perfect guy capable of melting even the most stubborn of hearts. Valerie was smitten and within a year, they'd gotten engaged, their wedding scheduled for 6 months later, with the group all asked to be bridesmaids. While the rest of their group were excited, something about Matt had always seemed off to Tammy.
Tammy clicked on the other attachment and a piercing single tone noise blasted out of her laptop's speakers. Recoiling, she immediately closed the file. But the noise persisted, almost as if it had seeped into and stayed in Tammy's mind. Tammy's head erupted in pain, as she she struggled to focus on anything. At that moment, a knock on her door got Tammy's attention. The tone still blaring in her head, her mind on fire, Tammy worked her way to her door. She looked through the peephole out of the door to see who it was.
It was Matt. Surprised, she opened the door. And her mind went blank, the last thing she saw being Matt smirking at her.
***
It was the day of Valerie and Matt's wedding and Matt was excited for his plan to come to completion. It was simple enough, getting the programmed sound cue designed to make minds susceptible. He'd chosen Tammy as his first target. She'd been the most skeptical of him so taking her off the board first was key. She was also the only one who was single so no one would have noticed her individually when she started acting weirdly.
Matt had timed it perfectly. 2 weeks before the wedding, he click sent on the email, a tracker letting him know when Tammy opened the file. And he was ready to knock on the door as soon as he got confirmation.
That day, as Tammy let him into her apartment, the programming had kicked in fully. She'd lost awareness of her mind and had effectively become a blank canvas for him to implant the rest of his plan into. But first, as Tammy's eyes looked at him blankly, the slightest hint of subconscious horror and realization seeping out, Matt ordered her to sit down, so that he could explain.
Matt had known the girls in college, not that the girls would have ever noticed or remembered. He had had a massive crush on Valerie and was about to ask her out on a date when the party he'd been at the night he found his courage got busted by the cops. It'd been a frat party, one of the frats Valerie, Tammy and the rest of their activist feminist group had their targets set on. They'd leaked to the cops that there was misogynistic hazing activities going on at the party and the cops had no choice but to investigate. Matt had heard the rumors of what the frat did. He wasn't a frat member himself but his roommate had joined them and he'd often brag about what they did at their parties.
The college pressed charges and most of the boys at that party were punished for being complicit by association. Valerie and the girls lobbied the school that a message had to be sent. While most of the frat boys were able to leverage their connections and wealth to get out of trouble, Matt wasn't so lucky. He'd been expelled... and had been plotting his revenge on the seven girls ever since. He had two skills as a computer science and music double major. An odd combination of majors... but he had an idea on how to harness it for revenge.
"You see," Matt explained. "You're exactly who you were, who you have been. I'm not taking who you are away from you Tammy. I'm just taking control of Tammy from now on. Your awareness, your feelings, your thoughts, you'll feel them, you'll know them. They'll just stay hidden in your subconscious. And..." Matt took out a USB Drive. "When you send your friends the file on this device the same way I sent it to you, you'll feel the agony of knowing what you're about to do to your little feminist group, but you won't be do anything about... because I told you not to."
Matt explained the rest of the plan to Tammy as she nodded away in understanding. Deep down, in her subconscious, Tammy wailed in horror, her mind screaming to be let free. But all she heard was that singular tone.
***
"I wonder what Matt's doing right now" Valerie pondered out loud. "I've always thought the whole it's bad luck for the bride and groom to see each other on their wedding day thing was nonsense." Behind her, her bridesmaids, her best friends - Tammy, Jodi, Melissa, Fran, Mira and Erica - were all finishing up getting ready so that they could tend to the bride. Valerie noted that they'd all been a little less chatty than they usually were. Nothing too alarming, she thought, maybe everyone was just tired. She knew how excited her best friends were about her big day.
Valerie left their dressing room for a moment and walked down the stairs to the kitchen to get herself a little something to eat. Mira, a working chef, had prepared food specially for Valerie knowing she'd get hungry waiting for the ceremony. As she sipped, she remembered the odd text Jodi had sent her 2 weeks ago. About a weird email Tammy had sent to the group, but one that she'd left Valerie out. Jodi didn't respond to Valerie's questions about the email, and it never came up again after. It couldn't have been related to the wedding, Jodi wouldn't have singled it out if it was. They hadn't gotten a change to talk about it yet but Valerie made a mental note to check.
15 mins later, Valerie finished up the food and walked out of the kitchen to see her bridesmaids standing by the stairs. They looked... odd, like they were in a daze, their hands behind their back.
"Alright girls, what's up? You're all acting strange, talk to m-" the blaring noise of a single tone filled the air, hitting Valerie's head like a car but seemingly not affecting the girls. Her mind ablaze, Valerie fell to the ground on all fours in her wedding dress.
She felt her mind go blank but retaining full awareness of everything happening around her. She watched as Tammy walked up to her and dragged her over to the stairs. She watched as Jodi and Erica worked to rip off her wedding dress from her body, leaving the dress in tatters and her, utterly naked and exposed, her cunt and ass exposed, her breasts dangling. She watched as Mira, Fran and Melissa took out three massive dildos and began fucking her with them, one in her pussy, one in her ass, one in her mouth. Valerie stayed there powerless, naked on her knees and hands as her bridesmaids, her best friends violated her body and held her down, actual control of her body having been ripped from her, replaced by the piercing tone in her head.
Tammy knelt down next to her, her eyes blank but the unmistakable tears rolling down from her eyes, her subconscious seemingly fighting whatever had happened to her, to all of the rest... to herself, Valerie thought. And, as she moaned from being dildo fucked in all her holes, she listened to Tammy explain it all.
Matt's visit to her house. The email he sent her. The story of his past that he told her, what they'd done to him in college without even knowing. The tone he created, designed to take control of minds. The email he made Tammy sent to the rest of the group, subduing all of them and placing them under his control. And then, Tammy went into detail about how the group of friends, all of whom had been in charge of planning Valerie's entire wedding, had changed things per Matt's instructions.
Tammy has been an events manager for corporations. As a result, she'd planned her fair share of sometimes shady parties for executives involving prostitutes and strippers. Tammy had invited over 3 dozen strippers to perform at each table, now with poles and over a dozen adult performers to fuck each other around the venue as the night's entertainment. Valerie and her family had been very religious, surely her family would not take kindly to the live pornography.
Jodi had been in charge of invitations and had in the weeks since her control by Matt, sent out notices to everyone from Matt's side of the wedding that the wedding itself had been cancelled. The only guests who were going to be at the venue tonight were ones that Valerie had invited.
Mira, the chef and owner of a catering company, catered the entire night. Instead of the menu she'd designed with Valerie, she'd replaced the entire night's menu with phallic shaped food items, including the snacks and appetizers their guests were likely already eating at the venue. The crown jewel was the wedding cake now resembling a massive cock being face fucked by a very nicely done replica of Valerie's face. All the food items had been laced with high dosages of an experimental aphrodisiac. Within an hour, the aphrodisiacs would likely turn the group of guests into fuck-crazy sex maniacs, turning the wedding into an orgy. An orgy with Valerie's friends and family. She'd even laced Valerie's snack with the same aphrodisiacs, a realization Valerie felt as she began to crave and enjoy the fucking she was withstanding from her friends.
Melissa and Fran were a journalist and camerawoman duo. They'd decided they'd arrange for free press coverage of the wedding as a special unique event. Fran was particular in charge of hiring the photographer and videographer. Matt had her invite a porn production crew to manage the media and wedding website. A live stream of the night's proceedings would appear on the website and all the main adult video sites, and photos of the night would be uploaded as they were taken to social media and the wedding site.
Valerie was an actress, a burgeoning one. And Erica was her manager. Erica had arranged for some casting agents to be invited to the wedding as a show of friendship and partnership, hoping to secure Valerie some work coming out of her big night. But, Erica had since rescinded those invitations and instead, invited some prominent pornography casting agents. Given what was about to happen that night, Matt wanted to make sure the young actress, his bride to be Valerie would land a job more applicable to the talents she'd soon display.
Valerie could barely react to the revelations she'd just learned, how Matt had destroyed the lives of her friends and made them set in motion the destruction of her own. Her mind was still blank and her subconscious, was hotties albeit lost in lust from the aphrodisiac and continued dildo fucking. Tammy stood up and took her camera, placed it in front of the group.
A stutter in her voice, the only sign that she was trying to fight what they were under, Tammy said "This photo will kick it off Valerie. You'll post it on your Instagram, to all your followers. Caption it "Big Day! Start of my new life in porn because I'm just a little dumb slut!" And then you'll we'll all go to the venue. We'll be a little late but that's okay. Your family and friends will likely be too busy being horny to have noticed. Matt'll come get the seven of us later."
And so, Tammy set the camera up and the girls posed for the photo. The night was young, and their lives were about to change. The only thing that was certain was that their days as feminists, feminists to be taken seriously... were officially over.