#Veronica000

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😇- your muse is attempting to brainwash mine into trusting them wholeheartedly.

Psychological Manipulation Starters

Veronica had been brainwashing Cheryl for about a week, slowly gaining more trust and influence. When Cheryl turned to hug her out of fear, Veronica was quick to comfort her. "Shh, it's alright. I've got you. I won't let anything hurt you. Just let go and trust me."

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isitrecording​:

Jake’s legs ached after his time was up, effectively doing square for an hour straight while his hole was used. When she finally returned to him his eyes met hers, his body shaking gently. His cock stood tall for dominantrix, a slight whimper escaping his throat as she spanked him. He crawled slowly for her, his heart racing in his chest at her comments. He understood that he wasn't going to be leaving any time soon; it didn’t mean he had to like it.

She looked down at Jake as he struggled to follow, petting his hair. “Don’t worry, you’ll get used to being on your knees soon enough.” Veronica smirked, leading him across the room slowly. She was taking her time, knowing that she didn’t need to rush with him. “I think the biggest question right, however, is how well do you beg? Should we take this pretty gag off you and see?” 

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The Underground

Title: The Underground

Location: Dominatrix Dungeon

Timeframe: Unknown

Tagging: Veronica Lodge and Jake (@isitrecording)

Warning: Non-con, Dub-con, Kidnapping

Description: FM is a dominatrix who takes Jake as a slave after one of their sessions.

"You can't move at all, can you?" She smirked, running her hand along Jake's helplessly bound body. "Perfect." The woman lightly ran her crop across his lips, forced into a pout by the size of the gag keeping him quiet. "I'm going to have such a fun time with you..."

Jake couldn’t move from his position, the woman smirking eagerly over him. Her hand was like lightening over his form, the felt end of the crop sending a small shiver down his spine. He turned his head as best he could, trying to shake no. He had agreed to be tied up, the woman working quickly. He didn’t expect her to gag him, at the woman’s mercy while she played.

She knew what he'd agreed to. It was the same thing they all agreed to, but poor Jake was about to become something different. Most of her clients got the simple business model: pay, cum, leave. After all, someone needed to advertise for her services. But, poor Jake was not going to be walking out after their half-hour session. No, he was going to be trained and used. "Now that I've got you rather perfectly helpless, we can drop the act. You won't be leaving this dungeon tonight, sweetie."

Jake didnt know what to say, the woman watching him like a hawk as she spoke. He had spent his first time with a mistress under her, the brunette trying the Mistress out. The first meeting went well, the pair agreeing on a few things. Mostly setting up Jake’s safeword.

Now he realized he couldn’t use it like this, her words foreboding. He struggled against the ropes, her facade not helping him growing panic. He wasn’t leaving here? What was she saying.

She smirked, chuckling softly and spanking Jake's ass. "So, her assessment was true. You're not too quick to fill in the blanks. Let me be very clear for you." The woman leaned down as the motion clearly displayed her best assets, talking almost like how someone would speak to a dog or child that didn't understand. "You belong here now. You will entertain and be used. You are my new little slave whore."

Jake flinched as she spanked his ass, the brunette laying on his stomach as she spoke. He shook his head again, he couldn’t be in this position. This had to be some sort of scene, his heart racing in his chest. He tried not to stare down her top, his eyes on hers as she confirmed his worse fears of seeing a dom; he wasnt going to get to go home. His clothing laid on the floor near him, all of his belongings he brought in the pockets.

His eyes displayed just how clearly her message was understood, prompting an almost cruel chuckle. Satisfied that the situation was properly understood, she stood once again and dug a heeled foot into the bound man's back. "Come on. Show me your pathetic attempts to squirm. I only get to spend another twenty minutes watching you before I need to put you away." She knew quite a bit about Jake from her underling's intake paperwork, which she knew would be useful in breaking him and covering tracks

Jake didnt reveal too much as far as he knew, but for all he knew they could of been watching him. She mentioned that she only had twenty minutes left with him, his heart skipping a beat. He had paid for a full hour, and it didnt take long for her to get him rigged up like this. Her heel dug gently into his back, pressing against his shoulder blade, the brunette groaning silently into the gag. He began to push off the table as best he could, trying to roll or at least get a little wiggle room. It would of been a start, if she hadn’t secured him so tightly. She was going to put him away? What could that of meant?

Another cruel, cold chuckle escaped her lips as she watched Jake squirm helplessly. She grabbed a spiked sheet of metal, holding it against his nude crotch to help motivate him. The woman pressed the spikes into his skin a bit when he didn't move fast enough, wanting to force him into making more attempts. This was all the entertainment she needed for the time being, just wanting to watch him squirm in frantic terror.

Her cruel chuckle was terrifying, his head unable to turn to see what she was doing. She pressed the cold object against his balls, pressing against him at a sharp point. He began to struggle worse, starting to thrash around against the table. It didnt help how he was tied up, his back facing her. He couldn’t even move his arms to push up, his voice growing hoarse as he screamed into the gag. It barely let out any sound, the only noise being made was his head and hands slamming against the table.

She enjoyed the sight of him struggling, forcing him to continue fighting to escape the harsh sting of the sharp metal until a timer on the wall went off. The woman sighed softly, sitting the piece on the table and moving to lift Jake from the surface. She opened a small panel on the wall, inputting a code to open the secret hatch behind her bookshelf of toys. Inside was a padded area that she pushed Jake into. He was sat back on his legs, forced onto a mounted dildo. "Be a good boy, ride it."

The timer went off after an eternity, then woman removing the object from him. He took a few breaths from his nose, trying to gather himself as she worked. He felt her lift him, the woman stronger than he expected as she took him over to the shelf of toys. He panicked when he saw the size of one of them, his eyes growing wider when the shelf moved away. It revealed a hidden room, his heart skipping a beat. This is what she meant by being put away. He tried to move away from her as she got him settled in his seat, the toy reaching deep into him. He shook his head, his cock slowly hardening as he stared at the woman. He wouldn’t ride it, not like this.

She had expected some defiance, of course. But, that certainly didn't mean she had to allow it or that she would leave him there without obedience. "Alright, we'll do this the hard way." The woman grabbed a cock ring, sliding it over his cock before locking the other around the dildo. It did nothing at first, but after a minute without movement, the ring shocked his cock. She looked the bound man up and down expectantly, eyes piercing into his. "It won't stop until you move."

Jake watched her leave him for a moment, studying the beauty as she reached for an object. He had seen cock rings before, the woman returning with two of them. The one she secured around his cock was snug, the other secured around the toy. He waited with anticipation for what happened next, a shock making him flinch. It didnt stop there though, her explanation simple. He began to move slowly, the toy stretching a virgin hole as he played with one inch, hoping it was enough to stop the shocks.

The bit of movement seemed to satisfy both the woman and the toy, both allowing Jake some relief from the shocks. "Good boy." She pet his hair lightly, the action dripping in condescending tones. "The only thing that stops the shocking is movement." The woman smirked as she looked over her new captive, stepping back to shut the door and trap him inside the small hidden nook. It was soundproof, ensuring he wouldn't be found while she worked in the main room.

Jake didnt know what to say, the soundproof room would of kept him hidden enough, let alone the gag or the binds that still held him together. Her praise made him blush a little, playing on a kink that he developed over time. She left him alone in the room, no exit in sight for him. He was stuck there, riding the toy slowly. There wasnt any way for him to tell how long hed been there for, his legs shaking gently. By the time she returned he was riding the whole toy, his eyes glazed over as he desperately avoided the shocks.

She left him in there for a little over an hour, working in the main room with another client. When she returned, she offered him a condescending smirk as she leaned against the opening. “Aren’t you pretty as a picture.” The woman removed the cock ring, spanking his ass as she forced him to crawl out on his bound legs by tugging his hair. "Do you understand your new place or have I not been clear enough with you?"

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“Entranced” From Cheryl to Veronica

Send in “Entranced” for my muse to give yours the love potion!

Veronica was a bit confused at first, biting at her lip as she finished her milkshake. She was watching Cheryl closely, wanting to know if the potion she’d put in Cheryl’s had worked or not. Best to just test it. Veronica got up, hands holding the sides of Cheryl’s jawline as she kissed her.

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Dropped 3F/M Ask Thread with isitrecording

Title: Dropped 3F/M Ask Thread with isitrecording

Location: Locker room

Timeframe: Unknown

Tagging: Cheryl Blossom, Veronica Lodge, Betty Cooper and Jake (isitrecording)

Warning: Non-con, Dub-con

Description: The cheerleaders catch Jake in their locker room with cameras

📨 ((being the cheerleaders fucktoy))

"That's bullshit." Jake growled, glaring at the group of girls who had him cornered. They were in the gym, in the far side from any doors to freedom. They had caught him snooping around their locker room after a practice, a few cameras on his person. "I didn't even do anything. You cant make me do anything."

The head cheerleader stepped forward, pushing him back with a palm to his shoulder. "We don't need to prove anything, you gross little perv. We caught you in the women's locker room with cameras. All we need to do is bat our eyes and scream rape and you're toast." She reached out, slamming him back into the lockers. "Now, do you want to listen or should we go get the dean? And maybe the football team?"

Jake hit the wall with a small oof, his head hitting the concrete. It spun gently as the head cheerleader spoke to him. “I wasn’t doing anything..” he groaned. He knew that was a lie though, and that these women were in control. The normally quiet man swallowed as she threatened him with the football team and the dean, his head hanging down. “What do you want me to do?”

The cheerleader smirked, lightly running her fingers over his arm. "There's a good boy." On her signal, the girls started going through their lockers. They handed her belts and scarves, making a little pile on the bench beside where Jake was pinned. "All we need you to do is behave. Now, turn around for us. Hands behind your back."

Jake blushed as the nimble fingers ran along his arm, his attention on the head cheerleader. He swallowed as the girls on either side of him opened their lockers, pulling out all sorts of things Jake didn't think they’d keep in there. He swallowed gently as he obeyed the instructions, facing the locker and moving his hands behind his back on the bench. He was couldn’t see what they wanted to do, his face paling. They could get him expelled, or even get the football team to beat him up. It would be better to just listen.

The cheerleaders watched him closely as he moved, the two moving on either side of him to ensure he stayed put. The lead cheerleader took a belt from the pile, circling it above his elbows to hold them together behind his back. Once his arms were secured, she pushed him into the locker as she nipped at his ear. "Look at what a good boy you are." The head cheerleader yanked Jake by his hair, pushing him toward the bench. "Kneel, bend yourself over the bench for me."