It was a cool Autumn morning when the principal of the prestigious private school St. Victoria, gathered his female students in the school's large auditorium. It was a beautiful and luxurious space, with high ceilings and chandeliers hanging from the rafters. The students were all dressed in their uniforms, a sea of blue and gray, and the principal's voice echoed through the room when he stood on stage to address them.
"My brave students. It is my sorrowful duty today to inform you that your entire graduating class has been purchased by a billionaire known as M."
As the students took in the news, a wave of shock and horror washed over them. The principal continued to speak through their shocked cries, explaining how M's connections and technical prowess allowed him to do the unthinkable—leverage the trillion-dollar brain chip company VixenX into selling him every graduating girl in the school, as well as a few of the younger ones.
The girls exchanged glances of fear and confusion when they realized that they have been sold like cattle, and that their bodies and minds were now the property of a complete stranger. Some of them cried, while others clung to their friends in disbelief.
The principal explained that M's intentions with the girls were unclear, but that they had no choice but to obey his every command. The brain chips that were implanted as a matter of course in today's society had been weaponized by this mysterious figure, making it impossible for the girls to disobey or resist his control.
Once the principal had concluded his speech, the girls began calling their fathers and other relatives. Being students of such an exclusive private school, it was natural that they came from wealthy backgrounds and had parents willing to pay anything for the security and prestige that the school promised. But now, the very chips that their families once viewed to be a safeguard against malicious actors had turned against them, leaving them under M's control.
In pairs of two, three, and more, the girls left the auditorium in tears, realizing that their futures and bodies were no longer their own. Now that they belonged to the mysterious billionaire, even their parents' vast wealth and power couldn't save them from his control.
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In the days that followed, the girls were summoned one by one to M's mansion, where they were stripped bare and inspected by his personal maids. They were weighed, measured, and examined from head to toe. Their hair was trimmed, colored, and styled to M's liking. Their nails were manicured, and their bodies were waxed until they are smooth and hairless. They were given new uniforms which accentuated their natural features and left little to the imagination.
Only when their transformations were complete, were the teens ready to meet their new master.
The foyer of M's primary residence was lavish and ornate, with marble floors and elaborate tapestries covering the walls. The ceilings were high and domed, with recessed lighting that casts a warm glow on everything below. In the center of the room was a throne-like chair, where M sat to greet his new harem.
"Welcome, my pets," M said with a smile that was equal parts inviting and unsettling. "I'm so happy to finally meet you all."
None of the girls spoke up in response, standing silent in a line before M, their hands clasped in front of them in the obedient pose they'd been instructed to maintain. Their heads were downcast, and their bare shoulders trembled from a combination of nervousness and shame. They couldn't believe what they had become, having been transformed from respected middle and high school girls from one of the most exclusive private schools in the world, to an obedient harem for the strange man who had taken ownership of them.
M took his time inspecting his new purchases, looking each one up and down, making sure they were up to his standards. He was more than impressed with the job his servants did. Each teen girl before him looked stunning, their uniforms revealing just enough to tantalize, but not too much that they appeared cheap.
The outfit M had designed and had made for his new girls was a cruel parody of their former school uniform. Instead of modest gray and blue blazers with white knee socks, these outfits consisted of skimpy micro mini-skirts in the same gray shade of their old ones, with barely opaque white thigh highs and button-up white shirts with too few buttons left fastened to cover any girl's ample chest all the way. To top off the mockery of their old uniforms, each had a dark blue choker that mimicked the tie worn by students of St. Victoria.
Had he wanted to go for authenticity, M would have had them wear unbuttoned blazers too, but after trying them on the model, decided they covered too much skin for his liking. These uniforms were meant to show off M's new property, not conceal it. Underneath the uniforms, each girl wore lacy white lingerie designed by M himself. Everything about his new slaves was to please his eyes alone.
However, what pleased M most wasn't just the transformation in appearance, but also the psychological change each girl went through. Many girls were once proud and confident, holding themselves in a haughty manner. While some girls kept at least part of their pride intact, many were quick to break—becoming self-conscious and nervous at just having their bodies somewhat exposed. He couldn't wait to see how much further they broke once he began to touch them.
Running his eyes over the assembled girls one more time, M began walking among them, running his fingers across the flesh of his possessions. Though it had already been made clear that they couldn't resist him, M still enjoyed hearing each girl's sharp intake of breath when he touched them. If any showed outward discomfort, he ensured to linger a bit longer to watch their facial expression twitch.
His hands roamed over each girl's body, groping asses and squeezing breasts without care. Each of his pets stiffened at his touch, yet could do nothing but remain docile, letting their new master explore every inch of their exposed skin. It was clear from his wandering hands that M owned them, both in mind and body. They had no choice but to let their new owner do whatever he wished with them.
"So obedient already," M murmured, his fingers dipping under a skirt to brush against lace panties. "Perfect... My new property must know her place." The pretty young brunette he addressed squeezed her eyes shut at being spoken to in such a degrading way, but she remained rooted in place and did not dare move or utter a word in protest. Her bottom lip trembled, and she attempted to fight back tears, doing her best to ignore how M fondled her pussy through her thin underwear.
"What's your name then?"
"R-Rachel, sir," the brunette replied, trembling under the invasive touch but keeping her gaze focused on the ground.
"Well then, Rachel. Tell me how you're liking your new home. Does your new outfit fit well?" M slid the flimsy fabric aside to sink a finger into the young girl's cunny, eliciting a squeak of surprise from his new purchase.
Rachel gasped out loud and squeezed her thighs together, trapping M's hand between them. She flinched right after and widened her stance, her face turning bright red in shame. M smirked upon seeing Rachel struggle between retaining her dignity and remaining obedient.
"Answer me, Rachel," M repeated, increasing his pressure inside her warm slit and beginning to thrust the digit in and out with mild pressure.
Rachel gasped and shuddered, but responded nonetheless. "Yes sir, it's a wonderful home. The outfit is perfect. I-I'm so thankful that you chose me to be in your harem." The words felt thick in her throat, but Rachel forced them out. It was better to play along than to risk punishment.
"Such an obedient little thing," M said with a chuckle, giving the teen another pump of his finger for her reward. "Can you put on a good show for the others?"
Rachel nodded, a blush heating up her face when she felt the slick arousal leaking down her legs, no doubt visible for the other girls to see. "Y-Yes sir."
"Excellent."