Girlness

Foul Play

De: Annie Anston

Narrado por: Virtual Voice

Duración: 2 h y 22 m

Resumen del Editor

This titillating story is fiction, its characters made-up. Any similarity to actual people or events is coincidental. It contains adult content focusing on the themes of domination and submission and is intended for the mature reader. Intrigued by stories of the Stockholm Syndrome, of cults and their leaders such as the Davidians, the Charles Manson girls, and the Jones Town massacre, a young man studies their ways of indoctrination, brainwashing, learned helplessness and mind control. Meanwhile, inspired by a national movement protesting sexual abuse, an actress named Kristie Kitt starts a women's empowerment group called Girlness. She offers courses to enable young women and to promote self-confidence, both in the workplace and in their daily personal lives. The road to hell is paved with good intentions. On her way to saving womankind, Kristie experiences emotional and moral corruption when she crosses paths with a two psychotic sexual predators and becomes worse than those whom she was initially protesting.
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Remy's harem expanded to twenty, unquestioning obedience the norm, 24/7 availability, text messages required to be answered within sixty seconds. Each girl had a quota of at least one new recruit. That new member then became her slave too. Kristie now had several slaves.

She had Remy tattooed onto her upper arm with fancy lettering as a display of her commitment's sincerity. A few of the others followed her example.

“Tattoos are too boring, too mundane,” she later opined to her entourage. “There needs to be a way to show a more intense allegiance.”

“How about a brand?” asked one of the girls.

“Yeah, and not the quick and easy kind, but a slow etching,” added another. “It would make more of a statement.”

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“Where are your clothes, young lady?!”

“I'm not sure. The butler took them.”

“What's that scar? It looks like the letter K.”

“It is. It stands for Kristie. It's my expression of devotion, my brand. I'm very proud of it.”

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Let's play a game, Kris. Let's play Frisbee. There is one the storage cabinet. Go get it.”

She found it and brought it to her. Cara sat back in her chair and tossed it across the room.

“Get down on your hands and knees and fetch, girl!”

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