Here we go, bit late but whatever. I decided to include the first story as well, so that the entire story will start on this blog. Anyway, PLEASE leave me a comment on what you think of it. I'm suffering withdrawal syndrome from lack of comments....
Fun with Cheerleaders and Flashing Gems, day 1
God, what the hell am I doing here? This is way beyond me. I can’t believe I’m standing in this godforsaken suburb, in front of this piece of crap house, waiting, of all things, for HER. God, this is such a bad idea, and I’m God damn freezing. Stupid winter is coming, and I can already see my breath in front of my face.
To be seen in this suburb alone would bring my status falling, and going into this house, or even being seen with THAT girl, could drop me past cheerleader status. This stupid better grades thing had better work. I have to admit, it took a lot of guts for a girl of that low social status to ever consider going near me, let alone talking to me. And insulting my smartness? She had better be right about this, because insulting Jessica Stratton was the last mistake you’ll ever make if you want any chance of a social life. People treat me as their queen, and I treat them as my servants. It works perfectly.
What did she say again? “Alter..na..tive meth..ods” God, even her words are too big. Stupid weirdo goth. Probably going to try and slit my wrists. But I have to face it…my grades do need a pick up. I got an F in English for god’s sake, and my speaking is good. They just can’t, like, live with how we talk, like. Oh good, she FINALLY opens the door. Let’s get this over with.
“Hi, glad you found the place”
“Whatever, lets just get on with it, so I can get back to Facebook. By now I’ll have oh…40 notifications? Which is about 40 more than you”
Bettany sighed, and looked at the tall girl standing before her. Blond curls, bright lips and porcelain features, and great breasts to match. The girl was a living Barbie doll, and about as bright. Which was about to change, or so she thought.
“All right, just come up to my room.”
“God, your stairs look like they have like, 5 meters of dust on them. Ever heard of like, a cleaner? My family has 3”
“We can’t afford cleaners, and I think you mean 5 centimeters”
“No, I was being sar…castic, duh”
“…looks like we have a lot of work to do, huh?”
Bettany shut the door on Jessica’s face, making hurried explanations of “tidying up”. Quickly flicking the piles of dirty underwear and bra’s into the cupboard, and dimming the lighting, to set the mood. She caught a look at herself in the mirror. Dark hair, very slim, nearly to the point of skinny, and with a small sharp face, her bright yellow eyes making a striking feature. While the doctors had always described it as an unusual brown shade, her mother, a self-professed Wiccan, believed it to be a sign. What kind of sign, her mother was never clear on, but the eyes had so far managed to set her apart from the other kids. That hadn’t bothered her much, as she had always been a loner kid. People described her as goth, but really she just wore black because she liked it, and her hair was natural. She didn’t mind, it helped keep her even more apart.
Her only friend, Clare, found this rather funny. Clare had been her friend since she was a child, as both of their mothers were “Wiccans” in the “coven”. Neither of the girls shared their mother’s beliefs, but they both had distinguishing features that made them “special”. For Bettany, the eyes, and for Clare, a bright white birthmark, that cut a neat triangle over her left eye, stretching from her forehead to the tip a bit below her eye. They had stuck together ever since they met, and she wished she could have included this plan with her. But what she was planning now was not something she wanted to be spread. Because what she did now, could be life changing, not just for her, but for the entire school.
“Ok, I’ve been here for like, half an hour, and I don’t feel any smarter”
“That’s because we haven’t started yet”
“Then let’s go! God, I swear everyone else in this world is dumb”
Bettany let out another sigh, and prayed this would work. For everyone.
“Ok, Jessica, I’m going to start of by saying do you believe…in hypnotism?”
“What’s that got to do with anything?”
“Just answer”
“…Yeah. I mean, why else would those people be barking like a dog and stuff?”
“…Good. I asked you that because what were are going to try here is to hypnotically make you smarter.”
“Wait, you’re going to hypnotize me? No way am I letting a goth do that, you’ll turn me into one of you, and these wrists are too good to slit”
“Do you want to get smarter, miss the-sun-is-closer-than-the-moon-because-it’s-bigger-if-you-stare-at-it?”
“…urgh. Just do it. I swear to god, if you do anything to make me different than smarter, I will kick your ass”
“Well, no you won’t, because…oh never mind, lets go.”
Jessica laid back on the surprisingly comfy bed, while Bettany, psychiatrist style, sat over her.
“Okay, so what I want you to do is, follow the flashing gem, and try and absorb my words. As much as possible for you”
“Ok then…”
“Just breathe deeply, and relax. I bet you’re tired, having to come all the way out here from your mansion”
Jessica stifled a yawn.
“Yeah…uh…our butler like, drove us…drove us over…”
“That’s nice. Breathe a bit deeper now, and follow the flashy gem. You’re getting really tired now. It’s been a long day, and you need you’re rest. Try and sleep.”
“I’m…not…really…that…sleeee…”
Jessica closed her eyes and lay still, breathing softly.
“Jessica, can you hear me?”
“…”
“Can you hear me?”
“…I can hear you…”
“Good. Now Jessica, In order to make you smarter, you have to do exactly what I say, all right?”
“…Ok…”
“Good. Now, I want you to image your mind like a small town, and you’re driving a car into it. The further you go, the deeper into you’re mind you get. Do you understand?”
“…3rd gear…”
“…right. Just keep going until you reach the town center. That’s your subconscious. What we’re going to do there is make you think really hard in class. Doesn’t that sound nice?”
“That sounds good”
“Relax Jessica, just…relax. Get really relaxed. You’re in your subconscious now. What I want you to do now, is to stop thinking about anything much, and just obey my instructions. Keep your mind black. Got it?”
“…mind…bla…”
“…That wasn’t hard. Ok, now, image your subconscious like… a bubble bath with really large bubbles. Ok?”
“…”
“Sounds about right. Now find the bubble that says “Don’t concentrate in class”, and pop it.”
Bettany smiled. This part was all about imagination. By imaging the bubbles, she has unwitting access to her own subconscious, and is free to edit it. Or at least, I am.
“Now, there should be a bubble next to it. This is your “get bad grades” bubble. Pop it. Also, tell me when you do.”
Bettany waited a little while, as the vacant face in front of her twitched in concentration.
“I did it”
Bettany breathed in. This was it. If this didn’t work, she could be in serious trouble. Her entire plan, resting on this one moment
“Ok Jessica. I lied. What you actually popped was your “Don’t obey Bettany” bubble. This means you now obey my every command, if only in your subconscious. Isn’t that right?”
There was a very pause. Too long. Way too long.
Bettany had been planning this for well over a month now. The idea to hypnotize her worst enemy, to change them from the better (or at least Bettany’s better) had come out of nowhere, but if it could be done, it would be a big life change for the both of them. No more malicious rumors, no cronies pushing her into lockers and all the stupid clichés of life at Morsley high. Even better, no more abuse to everyone, and she could completely ruin Jessica’s life, if she wanted to.
But it took work. First, she set out to study every single book on hypnotism she could find, and spent hours in her local library, bearing the judging looks in order to read just one more chapter. Then, she started small, trying to hypnotize lesser minds (which were rare, given her target) she started with her cat, and moved up to her nephew (In this case, to have a tantrum on demand. That one was quite enjoyable, to an extent). Eventually, she felt she was ready. She knew Jessica’s marks were poor in most subjects (except math, but that’s only because she fucked with the teacher once). All she had to do was walk over to her and tell her. That took the most effort, and the jeering faces of Jessica’s stupid friends nearly made her faint. But she said it, and she was delighted to see the look of interest cross Jessica’s face as she flicked her off. The plan had worked perfectly up till now. But it could all come crashing down if Jessica wasn’t deep enough in her subconscious (or stupid enough) to fall for the ruse. Bettany studied the face in front of her very carefully, as it seemed to consider this suggestion.
“…Okay”
Bettany felt her sigh of relief would surely have woken all but Jessica, as it echoed in the room. Her heart was still thumping her chest, and she felt hot and flustered. This was where it got interesting.
“Okay Jessica. First things first. You are going to be a lot nicer to everyone” Bettany felt like a child when she said this, but she powered on, “Which means: No bullying, No rumors, and no nothing. You will in general like everyone from now on. Except if I tell you not to. Understood?”
“…understood…”
Bettany smiled. She had got the boring stuff out of the way. Now, for the destruction of Jessica Stratton.
“Hey Jessica, there's a rumor going around that you were in HER suburb, near HER house in fact, last night? This true? And it doesn't have anything to do with what she said to you yesterday, would it?”
Jessica tried to remain calm. Damn Whitney, always looking for a way to knock her off the top.
“No way. Must have been some random loser.”
“Some random loser in a Morsely High cheerleader outfit?”
Jessica panicked. She knew it had been a mistake.
“Oh, you know what Whitney? Why don’t you go tell this story to your Mike. I bet he’s anxious to hear about it, when he’s not wanking in the toilets, that is”
“Urgh…it was one….hmmph”
Whitney pouted and ran off. Jessica smiled. Score one to her.
Jessica strutted happily out of her English class. Whatever that girl had done, it seemed to work. She had taken so many notes! The teacher had actually asked if she was feeling well!
“Hey Jessica! We got badly applied make-up at 3 o’clock. Take her down girl!”
Jessica turned and stared at the poor girl, trying very hard to blend into the background. Hard when your face looked like the joker gone bad.
Jessica smirked, then stopped. Usually, she would have walked over there and smashed what remained of that girl’s ego to bits. But now…
“Here. Use these; they work great for getting rid of lipstick. I use them all the time”
Jessica’s friends just stared, dumfounded. The girl looked doubtfully at the wipe in Jessica’s hand.
“What did you do to it?”
“Nothing, look!” quickly, she dabber her face with the wipe. The other girl, encouraged, took it eagerly to the bathroom, as Jessica walked back as if nothing had happened.
“What’s wrong with you Jessica? That was like shooting fish in a barrel.”
“What’s the problem? I gave her some help, that’s all. Jeez, you guys are acting like it’s the end of the world or something…”
Bettany smirked. Time to lay on a doozy.
“Ok Jessica, It’s time for a bit of a life-change. You know that boyfriend of yours, the one that helped you get an abortion that time? Yeah, I know about that. What’s his name again? Samson? Such a sweet name. You’re going to break up with him. Not only that, but you are going to crush him. Utterly”
“Okay…”
Bettany…felt weird. Surely the fluster should of gone away by now? And her heart was beating harder than ever. She was feeling really…hot.
“You’re breaking up with me!?”
“Urgh, just get out of my face already”
Jessica looked away from the stupid and ugly man in front of her. So what if he was the most popular boy in school? So what if she had had to fake three cheatings to get rid of his old girlfriend? He was boring, and stinky.
“But…but we’ve been together so long! I even got you pregnant, even if that was the comdom’s fault! It’s been 3 years!”
“Yeah, and that’s 3 years I’ll never get back! Get out of my face. I don’t know how you got me pregnant, because that thing was about as hard as your muscles. In other words, pretty damn limp.
“J-Jesus! What has gotten into you? Please don’t do this!” Desperate, Samson reached out for her hand, and she span furiously, slapping him hard across the cheek.
“Ouch! P-please!”
“Get out of my sight”
Jessica marched away from the bubbling jock, towards her shocked “Friends”
“Jesus Jessica, what’s wrong with you? You should go to the hosp...It…al”
“You’ve gone nuts!”
“I wonder if he’s going to rebound…”
Bettany was feeling really weird now. Her heart was thumping…so hard. And the heat! Where was it coming from. She felt so…so good. Oh god. It couldn’t be…she couldn’t be getting off on this?
“Umm Jessica, You have to…ah… destroy you’re friends now!”
She was losing it!
“…destroy them? Should I kill them then?”
“No! No! I meant ah…damn… I got it! Spread any secrets they have! Spread them everywhere! Tell everyone!”
“Okay…”
“…godammit!”
Jessica looked smugly at the shell shocked “Friends” below her. Around them, a horde of giggling and whispering teens, spreading the news. Jessica was outing her friends.
“How could you do this?”
“…and another thing!
“It’s not crabs! They aren’t called….I mean I don’t have them! It’s a lie!”
“Ooh, Ooh, and Megan over there, yes I see you! Don’t think I’m forgetting about your bolemia! Uh oh, she ran off, must need to empty her load again!”
Jessica stood proud, as the girls below her collapsed and fell to pieces. Around her, the malicious crowd roared their approval. Something weird was happening, and they were happy to be apart of it.
“Shit! It’s too much! Godammit Jessica, Go to sleep and uh…don’t hear anything until I give you the password!”
“What is the password?”
“mastur….maths! Its maths!”
“Whatever you say, Bettany. I obey you.”
“Don’t say it like that! Oh god it’s too much, too much. I just gotta, I can’t…”
Bettany whipped down her skirt and pulled at the stings of her panties. She had never done something like this before, yet she somehow knew what to do. She teased her womanhood apart, and stifled her moans, massaging her breasts as she did so.
“Oh god, that feels so good! Is this what sex is like? Jesus…”
Bettany stuck her fingers in, and felt around. She was near already to peaking.
“Oh god! Soooooo Goooood! I can’t hold on! I’m going to cummmmm”
Bettany breathed short, rasp breaths. Her hand felt sticky and warm, and her breasts were moist and sweaty. Her peaks stood firmly out and she lay back, exhausted. She had just masturbated. It had come on so fast. But why?
Bettany sat up, and rushed to the bathroom to get rid of the smell, while Jessica calmly slept. As she stood in the shower, she pondered what had happened. What was it about tonight that had been so arousing? Did she have some weird BDSM fetish that she’d never found before? Or was it the fact that it her enemy lay before her as friendly as puppy and twice as controllable. Everything she had always dreamed about doing to that girl, all those malicious things, started to cave way to some entirely different feelings.
Was she, in fact, a lesbian? It was true that she had never felt any attraction to any man, but she assumed that was because of she had never met the right kind of man for her.
She could consider this later. Right now, she had a sleeping princess to deal with.
“Okay, Jessica, maths”
“I hear you mistress…”
“…Okay, good. Now, Jessica, when you wake up, you’ll remember nothing past ‘Don’t concentrate in classes. You simply go home. In the morning, you will follow my commands, but you think they are your own ideas and thoughts. Do you understand?”
“Yes mistress…”
“Mistress hmmm? Maybe I have made you smarter after all…”
Bettany shivered and adjusted her clothing hastily.
“Wake up now”
Jessica’s clean blue eyes fluttered open, and scanned the room. They locked on to Bettany’s face, and the dark-haired girl thought she saw a frown forming. Had this all been for nothing?
“Why are you wet?”
Bettany sighed inwardly.
“Oh err…had to pop outside, and it was raining and such.”
It was a freeble lie, but Jessica wasn’t exactly the smartest cookie.
“Oh, okay then. I guess I had better go.”
Bettany lead the girl to the door. As she did, the tall cheerleader turned, a look of dislike forming on her face.
“I….uhh….”
Slowly, the dislike faded, replaced by a happy yet vacant smile.
“Thankyou for everything!”
Bettany smiled, and closed the door. Tommorrow would be a big day. But the day after would be even better.
Day 1, end
Fun with Cheerleaders and Flashing Gems, day 2
10:40am, recess
I feel…weird. For once, no one wants to be near me. I know what I did yesterday caused it but…I HAD to do it. I just had to. Now no one will come near me. I feel so alone. God damn it, is this I caused to all those girls? Why they wander around with such sad little faces on them? Why did I do this to people, and especially to myself? An empty table. Urgh. Good-bye social life. Strangely, I’m starting to miss Samson. Even if he was an idiot. I feel like it was wrong to…no, no what I did was right. It had to be. I feel so…strange.
Well, at least something has changed for the better. That Bettany might be a little weird, but she sure had fixed me with that hypnotism stuff. My sentences are full, and with a nice lack of the word “like” in them. The pop quiz I did in English came back today. 21/25. That bitch of a teacher nearly gave me detention for cheating. I finished all of her Physics and Economics work (“daddy’s choices”), and for once, I didn’t need to make an “appointment” with her math’s teacher, like I have for the past 2 months or so. That was certainly a good thing, as while he may have been fairly good looking for a 35-year old, people were starting to suspect and frankly, he had hinted a few times now about some “weird fetishes of his”.
But was that worth the social loss? No friends, no people around her to talk, to laugh with. It sucked. I want my old life back. I want it NOW.
10:50am, recess
Bettany sighed, and put on a calm face. This could be a big day, or it might be a massive disaster. It all depended on luck. This was the part of the plan she didn’t like, so risky, yet it could pay of amazingly. She knew from her books, that hypnosis couldn’t simply be forced on a person all at once. While she certainly could bend minds at the start, it would take several sessions to get someone completely under her sway, and these sessions had to be close to each other, or the commands would weaken, and the subject would break free. But how would she get to Jessica in a way that did not cause suspicion?
As she opened her locker, she heard a loud bang next to her. Turning in surprise, she stared straight into the eyes of Clare, her best friend, who was excitedly leaning close to her face. Too close. Bettany struggled to hide her blush, and cursed her newfound…interest. Even for her best friend? This would complicate matters.
“Hey Bettany, did you see what Jessica Stratton did yesterday? Broke- up with her boyfriend, helped a girl, then betrayed all her so-called “friends”. Man, what drug was she under?”
Bettany hastened to hide a smile. She knew exactly what drug.
“Yeah, that was nuts. I’m sad I missed it, what a shame…”
In fact, she hadn’t missed it. Not for the world. However, seeing her subject do exactly what she said exited some…urges…within her, and she had slipped quickly into the nearest bathroom, which was luckily empty.
“Yeah, too bad! Anyway, she’s all a loner now. Do you reckon she might’ve changed? I know she was bitch to you and me, but ah, do you want to see if she wants to hang with us? Y’know, just out of sympathy?”
Bettany silently whooped the actions of her best friend. She had been looking for a way to get to Jessica without looking suspicious, and this was perfect!
“Sounds like a plan. Hey, that’s her sitting over there! Alone, too. Clare, I suggest we gun her down…in a good way.”
“Good plan”
Huh? Why was Bettany walking over, with her wier-different friend? They’re sitting down, and now they’re smiling at me? Opposite day or what? The other girl (Clare, wasn’t it?) is talking.
“Look, Jessica, we saw what you did yesterday. And whether it be under the influence of drugs or simply that you got some sense in you, we were impressed. So we wanted to see if you’d like to hang with us?”
Jessica hid a smile. Hang with the lowest in the pecking order? Ridiculous. But then again, they weren’t the bottom of the pecking order now. She was, and she might need them to at least get back up to a respectable place.
“Yeah, that sounds great. Thanks for being so kind, I’m a bit of a leper at the moment.”
Bettany gave an odd smile.
“Hmm. Seems you’ve also grown a bit more intelligent in the past day or so. Not a single ‘like’ in those sentences.”
It felt good to recognize subtle insults when she saw them, and better yet, to come back with retorts other than ‘you’re dumb’.
“I’m intelligent enough to recognize when you’re insulting me, Bettany. So don’t, like, think I won’t spot them”
Bettany smiled at the joking retort, and Jessica inwardly grinned. Hook line and sinker, these two girls were HERS.
“Very funny. Oh shit, we’re late for Art, talk to you later okay?”
Jessica smiled warmly.
“I look forward to it”
Clara began to run, but Bettany seemingly dropped her books clumsily on the table. Hastily picking them up and running off, she didn’t seem to notice she left a piece of paper behind. Idiot.
“Hey, you forgot your…”
But she was gone. And then she read the paper.
“Meet me behind the English buildings, 1pm today. I have something I need to talk to you about in private.
Bettany.”
12:30pm, period 4
Bettany prayed to whatever god her mother believed in that Jessica had read the note. It was clear her hypnosis had worked on her intelligence. That was an unexpected advantage. It would make her, paradoxically, easier to control, as she would understand in more depth her orders. This was shaping up to be very interesting. Clara was busily building her model of eros, the god of erotica, out of clay. She had done it to deliberately annoy her very Christian and very conservative teacher, Mrs. Honze. It seemed odd to have a conservative art teacher, but there you have it.
Suddenly, the bell clanged, and Mrs. Honze reluctantly let the teenagers out into the real world once more. She and Clara giggled as they left, but Bettany was inwardly fretting about finding a decent excuse to leave her friend. She would have to come up with something soon.
“Look, Clara I-“
“And then Mrs.Honze said, she said, that Eros wasn’t a real mythological god! Like I made it up! Imagine that?”
“Very funny Clara but I really-“
“And then, get this; she said that “surely his penis isn’t that small?”. Seems she’s got some unresolved feelings, hey?”
“Yeah, but Clara please let me finis-“
“Hey Bettany, I almost forgot to tell you. Mr. Braid wanted to see you immediately…”
“Oh…”
1:15pm, Lunchtime
Shit shit shit! She was late! Goddamn it, where had the time gone? One moment she’s walking out of Art, next she’s only got 10 minutes of lunch left. She had to hurry! Bettany shot around the corner into the shady back district of the English blocks, and was relieved to find a very bored looking Jessica leaning casually against the wall. She noticed that she had still dressed in the cheerleaders outfit for today, emblazoned on it’s back with the schools mascot, the Morsely Ocelot. Evidently, she had not given up her past life. That would soon change.
“Jeez, I was wondering if you had stood me up, where the hell have you-“
“No time to talk, I got delayed. Quickly, in here, I don’t want to be overheard”
Jessica was surprised at the urgency of her voice, but followed her out of curiosity into the darkened English room Bettany had just unlocked (with a key she had swiped from a very unobservant art teacher). Bettany shut the door, and locked it for good measure. Jessica started to get nervous.
“Look, what is this about, because if you’re angry at me, I can settle this in a very…lucrative way.”
“Nothing about cash. You see Jessica-oh god, I’m out of breath- you see Jessica, there is something very important I need to get from you. Something you took from me when you woke up last night.”
Jessica was understandably confused. She hadn’t taken anything, had she? Bettany was smiling, kind of dementedly now.
“Yeah, you took a very special thing from me. Sit on the table here, that’s the idea, get comfy. Now…you might remember this…”
From her pocket, Bettany triumphantly drew a very special gem on a chain from her pocket. Jessica’s eyes were inexplicitly drawn to its swaying motion.
“Loads of people use it for a very special purpose. It’s called hypnotism. You know what hypnotism is, don’t you Jessica? You’ve seen it before. Watch the gem as it goes back and forth, back and forth…”
“I see it but…why are you…urgh…trying to hypnotize me? I don’t…I don’t want to…”
“Oh but my dear girl, It’s much easier this way. Once you’ve been under once, you won’t be very guarded the next time. Now don’t think. We’re just doing another hypnosis session. Nothing wrong with that, is there?”
“Nothing…wrong…”
“That’s good, Jessica, that’s real good. Now go…to…sleep!”
And with that, Jessica’s head lolled forward. Bettany sighed, relieved. She started to smile.
“Now Jessica, open your eyes.”
They opened immediately, blank eyes staring at nothing. Bettany had known this might happen, and the book had warned it wasn’t pretty. But the book was wrong, because those blank slates for eyes made Bettany feel hornier than ever.
“Yes, Bettany”
Bettany squirmed. The arousal was back. But she wasn’t fighting it, not this time. Reaching into her bag, she pulled out a small, camcorder, and placed It to view the two girls. With a little flourish, she pressed the tape recorder, and turned to her captive.
“Ok then, Jessica, first I want you to stand up tall. That’s it. Now, listen to my voice, and fall further into a trance. Just fall deeper. You love the sound of my voice…You love it SO much… so much that you would do ANYTHING to hear it…right?
“Yes…please…keep talking…”
“It makes you feel so GOOD…just keep listening, and you’ll never regret it….feels so ni-wha?”
Bettany broke off. Jessica’s breaths were growing short, and she was squirming uncontrollably. Bettany looked down, and saw two twin peaks pushing through Jessica’s already tight uniform.
She was shocked. She hadn’t meant THAT to happen! At least, not yet. Was Jessica being turned on by this too? Was she the same as her? Bettany started to feel hot all over, and her voice became husky.
“Oh…are you-are you getting turned on by this, Jessica?”
“Yes mistress…Jessica so….horny….”
“Oh fuck, you called me mistress. Jesus, I feel so good. Ok, Jessica, um…why don’t you take off those clothes? You look so hot…really hot…”
“Good idea…too hot…”
Jessica pulled at her uniform, and when it put up a struggle, she mindlessly ripped it off her body, driving Bettany wild with lust. Bettany briefly wondered how she was going to get Jessica out of this room, before noticing that Jessica had made a key decision when getting changed this morning.
“Christ, you didn’t wear a BRA? How fucking sluttish are you…? Urgh, God, they’re so firm. And-and pointy. I-oh god, mine are too, this feels AMAZING.”
Bettany, without much thought slowly pulled off her heavy sweater. Underneath, some surprisingly large assets jiggled pleasurably. Slowly, she dropped her skirt too, leaving her only in her bra and panties.
“I wonder how far under you are…Why don’t you drop your skirt, Jessica? It’s too hot for clothes…”
“Yes mistress, I obey….”
“Man, I love it when you say that. That’s it, just your pan-what are you DOING!?”
Jessica hadn’t simply stopped at the Skirt, now sensuously pulling of her panties, revealing a smooth, shaven and decidedly moist vagina.
“Oh shit…Oh shit, oh shit, the bell will go soon. No, it’s okay! This room is free for last two periods! Hah! I think I can skip some English, don’t you Jessica?”
“Stay with me, mistress.”
“Damn, how are you doing that? It’s as if your intelligence boost has made you that much more willing to be my slave. Oh god, you're so wet…come to think of it, so am
And with that, Bettany dropped her bra and panties to the ground. For a moment, there was silence. Both girls stood there, one with very little thoughts in her mind but one, and the other being Jessica. Then, Bettany leaned forward and locked her lips with the unresisting Jessica. The blond cheerleader stood there, as if nothing was happening, as Bettany slowly wrapped her body onto blank woman before her.
“Mmm…oh god, Jessica, join in! Obey me and-and fuck! That’s it, fuck me hard! God I need this, I really-I really do! Do it now, Jessica! Now!”
“As you wish”
Suddenly, Jessica was giving as good as she got, passionately pulling her self onto the momentarily surprised “Goth.” They stood together, embraced passionately, as the experienced taught the novice how it was done.
“Jesus Jessica, you’re so good! I mean, sure you’ve had a lot of practice, but not with women!”
For a moment, there was a flash of the real Jessica.
“Really Mistress, what do you think I did at those sleepovers? Talk about boys and do some girls hair? How the hell did you think I knew about
“Oh Jesus Christ, how much of a slut are you?”
“Way too much, but now, I want…mmm…I want only you Mistress!”
She had never commanded this. It was like Jessica’s normal personality was merging with this obedient life, and creating a new, separate identity. It was brilliant.
“Oh god, you’re stroking it! Your stoking m-my pussy! Oh god, It feel soooo good. I-I need something in there right now! Stick it in, do it, slave bitch!”
“Yes Mistress”
The Blond stuck her hand firmly into Bettany, and the ecstatic woman let off a scream of pleasure. In mindless lust, she stuck her own hand within Jessica, and nearly came at the soft moan it created from the blonde. Furiously, she pumped and twisted, just to hear those moans.
“Oh god…how can you be a virgin and still be this good, mistress…”
“I’m not a virgin. Not any-gah-not anymore! Stroke me harder now, I’m nearly there! Stroke it! Stroke it! Stroke it stroke it stroke itstrokeitstrokeitstrokeitgaaaaah!”
Bettany gasped, and felt something ooze out of her. At the same time, she heard a moan she would later have wet dreams about, and felt something warm and sticky coat her hand.
“We-we came! Hah! I’m not a virgin anymore! God I feel so good. Again, Slave!”
“…guh….guh….as you…guh…command”
2pm, Period 6
“Oh fuck, I'm exhausted”
The two girls lay in a sweaty heap, the room around them having been seemingly hit by a bomb, with tables everywhere. Bettany sweated into the carpet, rubbing her still sensitive breasts against the ground slowly, trying to feel it again. But she was spent, and so was Jessica, who was obviously used to “quicker” partners. The girls panted there for a few minutes, before Bettany realized the bell would soon ring. Pulling her scrunched up panties on, and throwing on her clothes, she realized she must look like an absolute bombshell. However, Jessica was much worse. Her tattered panties covered nothing and her decision to go braless backfired severely now that her shirt had several tears in it. There was no way she could go outside wearing that. But then again, Bettany thought with malice, who said she had to be wearing clothes at all?
“Right, let’s settle what I came here to do, before I got distracted, hmm? First of all, stop wearing that slutty cheerleader outfit. You’re my slave, so you’re going to damn well dress like me. But…make it a bit more…revealing for yourself, ok? Also, dye your hair black, as while blond curls are cool, they don’t work when you’re with me. Now, as you have probably realized over the past hour or so, I own you. You are my property. So while you are in a non-active state, you will never do anything with anyone. However, to prove your loyalty, you will be constantly horny, all the time, and the only way you can release that is to pleasure yourself, or get me to do it for you. Understood all that?”
“Yes…huh….mistress…huh...”
“Still puffed eh? Oh well, TS. Now, from the very first time you met me, you’ve treated me like absolute shit. That changed since yesterday, because now I’m treating YOU like shit. And it’s going to stay that way. Forever. But for you to be mine, to always be mine, you must be always active, as it were. And we can’t have that in normal society. So, we are going to flee from it. Tonight, you will go home and steal all the money your unbearably wealthy father has in his bank account, which, as you’ve boasted about enough, he lets you access, and transfer it to an account I will set up for you. Then you shall forget about it, and come to school tomorrow like nothing has happened. There, I will give you your second-last instructions. Do you understand?”
“Yes mistress.”
“Good. Finally…” at this Bettany grinned” I feel like embarrassing you further. So you shall walk home today completely naked, and what’s more, be completely unaware of the fact. If someone tells you, you will brush them off and walk away. And that’s starting….NOW!”
Urgh, god I feel WEIRD. What was I talking to Bettany about? She seems to be smirking at something. Why are her clothes so rumbled, and her sweater on the wrong way? Man, I must have REALLY spaced out. I guess that’s what happens when I look at Bettany, I just feel so…funny inside. Kinda happy, kind of lustful. It’s…weird, yet I can’t look away from her. God, she looks really good, even in that sweater. I-I think I had better go, before this gets awkward.
That’s funny, she seems to be staring at my crotch. Wonder why. Actually, it seems everyone is. Wonder what’s wrong with them?
“Hey Jess, put some clothes on!”
“Get your mind out of the gutter, you idiot!”
Jeez, some people these days. Now, what was I planning? Oh yeah, daddy’s bank account. It needs some changing.
Bettany held in her laughter as Jessica confidently strode out of the room, cum covering her legs. But once she was gone, she nearly snorted from it. To see someone fall so far, it was so liberating! Is this what being a bully is like? If so, count me in!
But she was getting in over her head. Running away? Since when was that part of the plan? And what is this money nonsense? She was only supposed to humiliate the girl, not elope with her! She was so confused…so confused. The tape recorder! She had almost forgotten about it! She was only going to film her doing embarrassing things, not make a porn tape! But then again, this was STILL embarrassing, and in fact a bit more so. With a bit of editing, to remove a certain face from the footage, it might be very useful after all…
God, this was insane! This had gone way too far, and yet…she felt the need to continue it. To really keep Jessica. For herself. She knew that it would only take a few more “sessions” like that one for the changes to be permanent, and that was very tempting. But to do it, she would have to escape society, and go to a place where she could hide, and have this girl all to herself. She didn’t care for consequences. But…there was one person she could not leave behind. Clare. She would miss her too much. What should she do?
And then a strange voice said in her head: Maybe, there is a way to have the very best of both worlds…
She took her phone from her pocket, and dialed the first number.
“Hello?”
“Hey Clare. Don't ask where I've been. I want to ask you something. Do you believe…in hypnosis?
Day 2, end.
