When Alexia first set eyes on sweet, innocent Misty, she knew she had to have her. But after months of scheming, the cunning college sophomore is still no closer to slaking her lust with the naïve freshman. But when Alexia learns of a secret organization that reshapes the minds of their targets, how far will she go to turn her chaste, oblivious friend into an eager and obedient slut?
IT WAS RAINING when Alexia first met Misty—she was looking out her dorm window, watching the rain pouring down like it would never stop. She was lugging three duffel bags full of clothes and soaked to the bone.
Her curiosity piqued, she made her way down to the community hall and found her, standing at the student directory, dripping wet. She pushed strands of blond hair off of her heart-shaped face as her bright blue eyes roamed the screen in search of her assigned dorm.
"You look lost." Alexia said, leaning her elbow against the nearby pillar. "And like you swam here."
Misty laughed. "Maybe a little." She turned to Alexia, and she could see her blouse was almost transparent, revealing that she was delightfully absent a bra. "I don't really have a clue where I'm supposed to go. I'm, er... new..."
Alexia arched an eyebrow, keeping her gaze steady but dutifully taking in every curve of the cute blonde's figure. "I noticed. Do you want some help, new girl?"
The grateful, naïve smile she gave Alexia, dimples and all, left her loins aching. It was in that moment she knew she would have the girl, one way or another.
And so, over the next few months, Alexia put her attention towards this very thing. The first steps had been easy. Alexia knew how to get people to like her, and sweet, trusting Misty had been particularly vulnerable to her spell. Quickly, she became Misty's close friend. Her confidant.
But, to Alexia's rapidly growing frustration, not her lover.
Over the passing weeks Alexia learned enough about the object of her desire to fill a Wikipedia page. Misty was the youngest of three siblings. She grew up devoutly Christian but was now into new age spiritualism. She loved puppies and nature and fashion. Her dream was to be a veterinarian, though she (justifiably, Alexia knew) worried she wasn't smart enough to do it.
She was also a virgin, and, to the profound unfairness of it all, she was straight.
For most people, that would have been the end. But in Alexia's estimation, most people were losers who didn't deserve to get what they wanted. She did. This initial roadblock only inflamed Alexia's desire further.
Alexia redoubled her efforts, discarding her other playmates in favor of this new, rising obsession. She dreamed of Misty, her creamy skin and generous curves. Her blue eyes and heart-shaped face. More than anything else, however, she dreamed of owning her. Of possessing everything Misty was. To make the girl lust for her and serve her. To make her to prized toy in her collection.
And yet, despite all Alexia's efforts, by the end of the first semester, she found herself continually denied. Not purposefully. By all appearances, the innocent little Misty was oblivious to Alexia's efforts to seduce and corrupt her, but it was a denial all the same.
Part of what slowed her was caution. Alexia knew better than to be overt with the naïve sophomore. She wanted—no, needed—Misty to want it. To ask for it. To plead for Alexia to take her virginity, beg to show her how to serve like a good little girl.
The problem was, the stupid bitch just couldn't take a hint on how she was supposed to behave.
Had it been any other person, Alexia would have long since discarded Misty. But every time the thought her to humiliate the girl and cast her off, she would look at her innocent smile and sparkling eyes and perfect, slender body and all she could think of was how much she wanted to slide between her legs, to caress Misty's soft sex with her own. To make her into her personal, free-use slut.
And so her days became filled with consideration of how to fulfill this growing need within her. She had earned enough influence over Misty to at least ensure she stayed single; Alexia wasn't about to let some idiot boyfriend ruin her plans. She increasingly knew the only way she would get what she wanted was to fundamentally corrupt her. The problem was, she didn't know how.
When her answer finally came, it was in a way she could have never predicted.
On that early April morning, Alexia spent the morning, as she usually did, fucking herself in front of the mirror. She leaned against the wall, admiring her smooth, toned form as she rubbed her shaved cunt, squeezing her firm, pert tits and sliding her fingers roughly in and out of her dripping slit. She always enjoyed this ritual before going to class, but lately it had become necessary just for her to think straight.
As she fucked herself furiously, images flashed through her mind, images of Misty and what Alexia would make her do. The thoughts made her so excited that she had to work to keep from coming too quickly. Eventually she settled back, moaning and straining against her orgasm while thinking about the object of her need. She pictured her naked, bent at her knees, obediently licking her Mistress's slick cunt. She pictured her bound, every hole filled with a specially selected toy, her mind broken with pleasure.
It was too much. Alexia came again, staring into her own eyes in the mirror, strands of purple hair stuck to her face.
"The bitch will be mine. Whatever I have to do. She's going to be mine."
After a long, cold shower, Alexia went to her first classes then spent her free time after with Misty, walking the campus grounds and chatting with her while fantasizing about stroking her tight inner walls till she begged for mercy.
Misty's voice was sweet as honey to Alexia's ears. "I just love how much green space our campus has, don't you? It's so nice to be this close to nature."
"I know. It can almost make you feel in touch with the divine, doesn't it?" Alexia replied, looking fondly at the sky above them. "Like the goddess has blessed us each individually."
Misty sighed, her hand just above her bountiful chest. "I know... It's like I can feel her filling me up..."
I'll fill you up. Fill every one of your holes till your fucking mind breaks.
Alexia bit her lip. She was staring at Misty's lovely, unspoiled body when she realized the girl had been saying something.
"Hmm? I'm sorry, my mind was elsewhere."
Misty was watching her with her usual innocent expression. "I said, isn't your class over that way? You're gonna be late if you don't go now."
"Right," Alexia said. "I guess I get carried away thinking about... nature."
Misty's smile was wide and beaming. "Oh, I know! I get carried away all the time, too." She giggled. "We're like two peas in a pod, aren't we?"
"Without a doubt," Alexia said with a warm, well-practiced smile. "I'm grateful every day for our bond, Misty."
"Like sister's in the goddess's spirit!" Misty said, stepping in and hugging Alexia tight. She stifled a moan at feeling the girl's heat against her. Her supple breasts pushing against hers, her pleasant thighs. She could feel her sex growing slick from the embrace, and held it as long as she felt she could without coming off suspiciously.
"See you after class?" Alexia said, as she withdrew.
Misty nodded. "Still think you'll be able to show me that crystal shop you were talking about?"
"I think I might be able to find it again," she said with a grin.
Alexia walked away towards her class, deeply horny and profoundly frustrated. Despite her best efforts to focus, she could barely concentrate on anything. Even her physics lab did little to dampen the fire between her legs.
It was when she had excused herself from class, intending to slip off to the bathroom to masturbate, that Alexia happened upon something strange. Flanking the outer entrance to the bathrooms was a thick row of hedges obscuring the lower portion of the building. As she kneeled to tie her shoe, a glint under those hedges caught her eye. She almost ignored it, but her curiosity bested her at the last minute.
Kneeling low, she reached under the hedge and drew it out. It was a cell phone, one with no discernible model on its back or around the screen. The screen had a spiderweb of cracks along its center, severe enough that Alexia wondered if it was even functional.
For a moment, Alexia considered tossing the broken phone, but then thought better of it. It wasn't the first time she had found someone's mobile device before, and her freshman year had gone considerably more smoothly when she had pulled someone's nudes off a lost phone and extracted three classes' worth of homework from them before giving it back.
She grinned at the thought. If nothing else, it would provide some minor distraction from her growing frustrations over Misty.
Later that night, she confirmed her suspicions. The phone's screen was shot. Thankfully, she had software to copy the phone's contents, and within minutes was staring at a collection of files containing some of the most advanced cryptography than she had ever seen in her life.
Cryptography that was disengaged when the phone had been lost and broken. A wide grin spread across Alexia's face as she pored over the data from the strange phone. It was a grin that slowly dissolved when the nature of the messages became increasingly clear.
Neurostate Reconditioning Result Curves read one report, with accompanying charts that made no sense to her.
Student Prospect Acquisition Numbers read another. This one was easier to decipher, but this only made it more disturbing. She saw three students and two faculty members listed as "Marked for Reconditioning and Recruitment." Alexia recognized one name. It was a student who pulled out last semester without so much as a goodbye.
It looked like the kid hadn't left—he'd been abducted.
The emails were all secured, which had been frustrating. All save one—a draft that was still open with the email chain still present above it. Her eyes scanned over it greedily, her curiosity overriding any feelings of uncertainty she had.
"Hey Jacob, my delightful little dumbfuck.
The boy you sent our way had his brains scrambled beyond recognition. You know the recruiters pegged this one for Aeries track, right? And that those folks generally need to be capable of doing something other than cranking their shaft and fucking on command? You can to use the control suite, can't you? You're actually leading our future recruits down the path and not just leaving them to get their brains blasted? Because if I didn't know better, I'd say that's what it looks like you've been doing."
Alexia blinked, rereading the first message again. Brains scrambled? Aries Track?
Fucking on command...?
She licked her lips as she read the message a third time, her heart quickening in her chest. What were these people talking about?
Her eyes shifted to the first reply, directly below the initial message.
"Rosa.
Get off my fucking dick. It's not my fault the psych report on the guy underestimated his resistance to the control suite. The asshole came a nut-hair's width from throwing off the initial trance and I had to turn up the intensity just to keep the guy under. Be glad you got a new fuck boi and not the international fucking incident we'd have had if he'd ran off screaming about someone trying to take over his mind through his computer screen."
They were talking about brainwashing people. About taking over their minds. Making them slaves.
But why?
Alexia's mind raced with questions. Why would anyone want to? Was it even possible? Wouldn't they realize there was something wrong? Was it done discreetly, somehow?
An image crept into her mind. It was lovely little Misty, her perfect, tight little body naked and worshiping at Alexia's feet. Her will broke, her personality altered, her mind taken by force and remade as Alexia's personal slave.
"Uhnn," Alexia moaned softly, her fingers sliding down to her cunt as the fantasy burned in her mind.
This isn't real, she told herself firmly, struggling to quell the desires coursing through her. This is some kind of joke.
Still, she couldn't stop the shivers that ran along her spine as she imagined Misty being used, degraded, and abused. She continued to stroke her moist sex as she read the next reply.
"Jacob.
I got to ask. Did you, by chance, accidentally use one of the IQ reducers on yourself? Because this is minor league shit. Those psyche evals are guidelines, and it's up to the recruiters—you know, you—to determine the susceptibility state of a subject before you start the process. Maybe if you'd stuck to protocol, you'd have recognized the guy wasn't in the right state to have his mind fucked.
And speaking of fucked, why's our boy showing evidence of more than just mental penetration? Do I really need to go over the handbook with you? Maybe highlight the parts about recruiters playing with the merchandise before they've been properly indoctrinated?
Jesus fuck, Jacob."
The last message was still in draft form, presumably written before the phone had found its way under the hedge with a smashed screen.
"Rosa,
Go fuck yourself. The counselors get to get their dicks wet and their pussies licked. Why can't we? You're such a fucking hardass—"
And that was where the reply cut off, mid-sentence. Alexia stared at the email in its entirety again. Part of her knew she should be afraid. Should be concerned that apparently some organization or government or something was operating at the college, abducting people and turning them into sex slaves. She knew it should mortify her.
But all she could feel was longing. A bone deep desire to have that. To take sweet little Misty and put her through whatever it was they did, and make her into the obedient slut that she was meant to be. That Alexia deserved to have.
With quivering fingers, almost afraid to check. Afraid to hope. She looked up the names from the email. She found them easily enough. Jacob Packard, an adjunct professor working in the English department. And Rosa Parez, the campus's IT director.
Her breath coming shallow, Alexia could already feel the beginnings of a plan. She knew it was risky. Possibly reckless. Maybe even insane. But anytime the thought of the danger, or she thought of the cost, the image of Misty's begging face came to her, and Alexia knew she had to try.
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