St. Alicia’s, Part 3

(The conclusion to the story of St. Alicia’s University.)

The morning after Amy Chin completed her takeover of St. Alicia’s University, she sat in the office of the President, Alisha Grant and presided over a meeting of the slaves she had chosen as her top-level slaves. This group consisted of Chanda Patel, Sarah Winters, University President Alisha Grant, and Alisha’s assistant Wren Walker. Amy was considering adding more but these four were enough for now.

The four slaves were completely naked, wearing only the purple bracelets that kept their minds in a deep hypnotic trance. Each enslaved woman was on her knees with their hands clasped behind their heads. Amy had ordered the minds of the four women blank when they entered the office. She ordered them to undress and then had them kneel with their hands behind their heads while she gave them more instructions and strengthened her control over them. The last part wasn’t really necessary as long as they were wearing the mind control bracelets, but Amy thought it was prudent just in case something happened, and the bracelets were removed. The extra conditioning should keep them from regaining their senses long enough to get a bracelet back on them.

“I am your Goddess,” Amy told the group. “You are my worshippers. You are my priestesses.”

“You are our Goddess,” the four slaves replied. “We are your worshippers. We are your priestesses.”

“You will always obey me and worship me,” commanded Amy. “Even if your bracelets are removed, you will remain my slaves.”

“We will always obey you,” said the entranced women. “Even if our bracelets are removed, we will remain your slaves.”

The session went on for nearly an hour with Amy strengthening her control over the group, making them even more enslaved and obedient to her.

Unknown to any of them, they were being watched.

* * *

Two hundred miles away, two women, one older and one younger, sat in a hotel room and watched and listened to what was happening in Alisha Grant’s office. The two were shocked at what they saw and heard.

The older woman was Sharon Grant, Alisha’s mother, aged sixty. The other was Beth Grant, aged eighteen. She was Alisha’s daughter. Her mother had given birth to her when she was just seventeen.

“Holy shit, Grandma,” Beth exclaimed. “That girl has mom and the others hypnotized!”

“I know, sweetie,” Sharon said. “I see it, too.”

Sharon was still quite a beautiful woman, despite being sixty. She had black hair, with some gray mixed in and her eyes were hazel. She was very fit and still had a voluptuous figure with impressive tits that were still firm. She had retired from the Presidency three years earlier despite some misgivings about Alisha’s ability to handle the job, which is why she had secretly installed hidden cameras and microphones in the office to keep an eye on her now and then. Her daughter had done surprisingly well. Until now. She had apparently gotten herself hypnotized and enslaved by a student.

Beth had been given the name Bethany Marie Grant when she was born but was referred to as Beth by nearly everyone who knew her. She was a beautiful young woman who had just turned eighteen two weeks earlier. She had short red hair that hung slightly past her ears and had gorgeous blue eyes. She had graduated high school in the spring and decided to take a gap year this year before entering St. Alicia’s next fall. She wanted to travel and see things she had never seen and experience what life had to offer.

She had stopped by to see her grandmother two days ago and the two decided to surprise Alisha with an unannounced visit. She had been surprised when her grandmother revealed that she had secretly installed cameras and microphones in her office three years ago, but she understood. She knew her mother had been something of a wild-child in her younger days, obviously, since she had got pregnant as a teenager. There were even rumors that she was having sex with some of the faculty and students after she became University President.

“We have to go help Mom,” Beth said as she headed to the door. “We need to rescue her and get her out of there.”

“Hold on, honey,” Sharon said firmly. “Yes, we need to rescue your mother but if we go charging in there blindly, we may end up just like she is. We need more information, then we need to come up with a plan.”

“I know, Grandma,” Beth replied. “I just hate seeing Mom controlled like that, though she does have a hot body and I do like the empty and blank expression on her face.”

“You’re definitely a Grant, Bethany!” said Sharon with a chuckle. “And that hot body of your mother’s has gotten her into plenty of trouble over the years. Just look at all of those damned tattoos she has!”

“I wouldn’t mind getting spider webs around my tits,” Beth said with a blush. “Those look really cool!”

“You definitely are a Grant,” Sharon said with a smirk and a wink as she lifted her top and showed her granddaughter her own spider web tattoos around her tits.

The two women continued to look through the footage and found the part where Amy had slapped a bracelet on Alisha the day before, instantly enslaving her.

“So,” Sharon said. “The bracelets are what is controlling Alisha and the others. When we get there, we need to avoid having one placed on us. And I am guessing by what this Amy girl has said, removing the bracelet removes the hypnotic control. We need to get to your mother first and get the bracelet off her.”

“How are we going to get all the way to the middle of campus to Mom’s office without getting caught and having one of those things slapped on us?” asked Beth. “Especially if they have the gates closed. We’d need a tank to get through those.”

“Don’t worry, Bethany,” her grandmother answered with a smile. “We can get in without anyone seeing us, through a way only I know about.”

Sharon then filled in Beth on her plan to rescue Alisha and the others.

* * *

Several hours later, Sharon pulled the car off to the side of the road and parked next to a wooded area. The two got out of the car and Sharon led her granddaughter onto an old overgrown path into the woods.

“We’re about five hundred yards away from the campus,” the older woman said. “The entrance to the tunnel is just up ahead.”

The two quickly found the entrance and entered it.

“My grandmother had this tunnel system built when she founded the school a hundred years ago,” Sharon told Beth as they made their way through the labyrinth. “At that time, there was a lot of backlash and hatred toward a school that was reserved for lesbian and bisexual women. There was a lot of hatred for us back then, even more than we see now. These tunnels were put in so that the students would have a place of refuge in case the school was attacked. Over the years, people grew to accept the school for what it was and the tunnels were mostly forgotten.”

“There’s still too much prejudice and violence out there, grandma,” Beth said. “My last girlfriend was kicked out of her house by her parents when she told them she was lesbian. And her mother beat the hell out of her!”

“I know, sweetie,” Sharon said as she leaned over and kissed Beth on the forehead. “But I do believe someday all of that will be behind us.”

“I hope so,” replied Beth.

The two continued their trek until they reached the administration building where they climbed the steps until they reached an area adjacent to Alisha’s office. Sharon checked her laptop to make sure that only Alisha was in the office. No one was present so she and Beth entered. The two hoped that only Alisha would enter when someone finally came to the office.

A few minutes later, the pair heard someone unlocking the door so they stood behind it. Alisha walked into the office and closed the door behind her. She did not notice her mother and daughter standing behind the door as she walked toward her desk.

“Hello, my beautiful, hypnotized daughter,” Sharon said. “I see you have gotten yourself into another mess!”

Alisha spun around at the sound and saw Sharon and Beth standing there looking at her, Sharon with a smirk on her face, while Beth looked worried.

“What the hell are you two doing here?” a surprised Alisha asked.

“We’re here to rescue you, Mom,” Beth replied.

“I don’t want to be rescued,” said Alisha as she turned back toward her desk to get some bracelets. “I need to get bracelets on you two.”

Sharon quickly grabbed Alisha and restrained her while Beth removed the purple bracelet from her mother’s left wrist. Alisha quit resisting and stood still. She was free from the mind control device but her brain was still very fuzzy and confused, almost as if a bracelet had just been placed on her instead of being removed. Sharon and Beth led her to a couch and had her sit.

In her current state, she was able to answer questions but she couldn’t do much more than that. Sharon and Beth questioned her extensively and learned that everyone on campus was mind controlled by Amy. They also learned that Amy’s white bracelet was fake, while the purple slap bracelets were the real deal. Alisha further told them that Chanda had been the one to create the bracelets and might be the person to ask about how to best negate their mind control effects.

Sharon told the still confused Alisha about the hidden cameras and the elaborate tunnel system that allowed her and Beth to know what was happening and enter the campus unseen by anyone.

While they were questioning Alisha, Amy walked into the office and was stunned to see two visitors and a bracelet free Alisha.

“Who the hell are you people?” Amy demanded. “Slave Alisha, put a bracelet on.”

“She’s not your slave anymore, Amy,” Sharon said as she grabbed the young woman. “We freed her. Now, we’re going to enslave you!”

Beth grabbed a bracelet from her mother’s desk and slapped it onto Amy’s wrist while at the same time removing the useless white bracelet.

“No!” Amy screamed. “You can’t do this to…”

Her protests were stifled as the purple bracelet snapped in place on her left wrist, instantly putting Amy under hypnotic control. Her facial expression and eyes went blank and she stared straight ahead, awaiting instructions. The Asian-American beauty was completely hypnotized and obedient. Sharon wasted no time taking control of her.

“Slave Amy,” she said to the entranced woman. “I am your Mistress. You are my slave. Do you understand, slave?”

“Yes, Mistress” Amy replied. “I understand. You are my Mistress. I am your slave.”

“You will obey everything I say,” continued Sharon. “And you will obey my granddaughter, Bethany. She is also your Mistress, got it?”

“Yes, Mistress,” said Amy. “I will obey you and Mistress Bethany, Mistress.”

“Excellent, slave!” said Sharon. “Now sit on the couch and remain mindless and silent.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Amy said as she sat down.

Alisha appeared slightly agitated by the capture of Amy but she said nothing and did nothing so Sharon and Bethany ignored it, assuming her reaction meant nothing.

The two women then had Alisha search for some information on her computer which they retrieved then locked the office door and went out through the hidden entrance into the tunnel complex, leaving a hypnotized Amy and a recovering Alisha in the office.

“Why didn’t we bring Mom with us?” asked Beth as they entered the tunnels.

“She’s still a little confused from being so deeply hypnotized,” Sharon replied. “With the door locked and Amy mindless and hypnotized, Alisha will be fine. The quiet time should allow her to regain her mind and get back to normal.”

* * *

About an hour later, Sharon and Beth returned to the office through the tunnel passage, out of breath, sweating, and panting. They were relieved to discover Amy and Alisha exactly as they had left them. Well, they were mildly disappointed that Alisha hadn’t fully recovered from being hypnotized but at least she was still there and not wearing a bracelet, while Amy was still wearing hers.

“Well, that didn’t work,” Beth said to Sharon. “Thank God no one else knows about the tunnels or we would be wearing those damned purple bracelets, too. What do we do now?”

“Now,” Sharon answered. “We make slave Amy get on the campus PA system and order everyone to remove their bracelets and tell them they are now free. I only wish I had thought of that sooner. They have to obey her so it should work.”

Alisha slowly stood up from the couch.

“That won’t be necessary, Mother,” she said quietly as she walked toward her desk. “I have a better idea.”

“I see you are getting back to normal, dear,” a relieved Sharon said. “What is your idea?”

“Only this,” Alisha said as she picked up two bracelets and quickly stepped toward her unsuspecting mother and daughter.

Sharon and Beth were completely surprised when Alisha suddenly slapped a purple bracelet on the left wrists of both women, then picked up another one and slapped it on herself. The extra hypnotic conditioning Amy had given her that morning had finally kicked in and she had obeyed it. All three of the Grant women were instantly hypnotized by the devices. Alisha, following her earlier programming from Amy, then walked over to her completely hypnotized and unmoving Goddess and removed the purple bracelet from her wrist.

Amy blinked several times as she came out of trance. She saw Alisha and the other two women all with blank expressions on their faces.

“Slave Alisha, aware,” Amy commanded when her mind finally cleared. “Who are these two women, slave?”

“The older one is my mother, Sharon Grant, my predecessor as President,” Alisha answered. “The younger one is my daughter, Bethany, or Beth, to whom I gave birth when I was seventeen. I have enslaved both of them for you, Goddess. They now belong to you.”

“Very good, slave,” Amy praised her. “Do you know exactly what happened here?”

“Yes, Goddess,” the enslaved woman answered. “Most of it. Apparently, my mother installed hidden cameras and microphones in this office when she retired and I became President. I had no idea she had done this. She used those to keep tabs on me to make sure I wasn’t fucking up the University.”

“Okay,” Amy acknowledged. “That’s kind of creepy that your mother would do that but go on.”

“Mom and Beth were coming here to surprise me with a visit today,” continued Alisha. “They checked the cameras this morning and saw the session you had with me and the others. They realized that the bracelets were controlling us and that you had us hypnotized. When they arrived here, they snuck in through a tunnel system I didn’t know about and entered the office through a false wall panel. When I walked in, they quickly removed my bracelet and released me from your control. And when you walked in, they took one of the bracelets from my desk and slapped it on you. They had me look up information on several students and give it to them. I don’t know what else they did after that because they left the office for about an hour.”

“I vaguely remember them leaving the office,” Amy said. “Though I was pretty mindless at that time.”

“I remember that you were Goddess,” said Alisha. “I was free from hypnosis but still a little foggy and very confused. Deep in my mind, I knew there was something I needed to do but I couldn’t remember what, so I just stood there and did nothing while they were gone, just trying to remember what it was I was supposed to do. When they returned, things started coming back to me. Once I heard that they were going to have you free everyone over the PA system, I finally remembered that I needed to put a bracelet on both of them and one on myself. Once the bracelet was back on my wrist, that was when my programming came back full force and I released you, Goddess.”

“I’m glad I did that reinforcement session with you and the others this morning,” Amy admitted. “I’ll need to do that to everyone on campus in case something like this happens again.”

“Yes, Goddess,” Alisha agreed. “I am glad you did that with us this morning. I don’t want to be free. I want to be enslaved to you and worship you forever, Goddess.”

“You are a good and obedient slave, my little Priestess,” said Amy. “And I want you to remain mine forever, too.”

“Goddess,” Alisha said with a genuine look of concern on her face. “May I suggest that maybe you should question your new slaves and see what damage they may have done. They were gone from the office for at least an hour. They may have freed a lot of students.”

“Good idea, slave Alisha,” Amy said with a smile. “I think I will do that.”

Amy turned to look at the two women who stood blankly near Alisha’s desk. They were both beautiful women and Amy intended to have them both pleasure her later on.

“Slave Sharon. Slave Beth, do you hear me?” she asked. “I am your Mistress. You are my slaves.”

“Yes, Mistress,” the two Grant women answered in a monotone voice. “We hear you, Mistress. You are our Mistress. We are your slaves.”

“Other than Alisha,” said Amy. “Did you remove the bracelets from anyone else today?”

“Yes, Mistress,” replied the entranced Sharon. “We removed the bracelets from Chanda Patel and Sarah Winters but they grabbed them from our hands and slapped them back on their wrists as soon as we did. Then they tried to put bracelets on us but we escaped and made our way back here where Alisha ultimately captured us.”

“You didn’t remove bracelets from anyone else?” she asked.

“No Mistress,” the hypnotized Beth replied. “We were too afraid to try after what happened with Chanda and Sarah. They and a large group were trying to find us and capture us.”

“Why did you target those two for release,” Amy inquired.

“While we were watching on the hidden cameras,” Sharon answered. “We heard you say that those two had been enslaved to you the longest. We also heard you say that Chanda had designed and made the bracelets.”

“We thought she could help us deactivate or override them,” added Beth. “We did not expect them to still be under your control once the bracelets were removed. We thought they would be free, though somewhat dazed like my mom was.”

“Very well,” Amy said. “Slave Sharon, slave Beth, strip naked then get on your knees.”

“Yes, Mistress,” the two women replied obediently.

Sharon and Beth were soon naked and kneeling before their new Mistress. Both still had the blank, empty look on their faces. Neither had any thoughts of resistance in their minds. They were simply slaves awaiting commands from their Mistress.

“Slave Alisha,” said Amy. “What do you think of the idea of my keeping your mother and your daughter as my permanent sex slaves?”

“That’s a wonderful idea, Goddess,” Alisha replied with a wicked grin. “After trying to free me, Chanda, and Sarah, and especially for placing a bracelet on you, they deserve to be nothing more than mindless sex slaves forever, Goddess. My mother was always quite slutty so she should serve you well. And if my daughter is anything like I was at her age, she will probably be a good slut for you as well.”

“Are you saying you were a slut at one time, slave Alisha?” Amy asked with a smirk.

“Yes, Goddess,” the somewhat embarrassed slave replied. “After all, I did give birth to Beth when I was just seventeen. Not only was I a slut, but I also never used protection. I just fucked everything that came my way, boy or girl, and damn the consequences.”

“Maybe I should make you my sex slave, too,” laughed Amy.

“I would enjoy that, Goddess,” answered a blushing Alisha with a shy smile. “I would love to be your mindless sex slave, pleasuring you whenever you desire.”

“In that case, I may just have to consider making you my sex slave,” Amy replied. “Three generations of Grant women serving all of my sexual desires. I do love the sound of that!”

A few minutes later, Chanda, Sarah, Wren, and a dozen other slaves entered the office. Their faces relaxed when they saw Sharon and Beth on their knees naked, wearing the purple slave bracelets.

“Are you alright, Goddess?” Chanda asked with concern. “Those two tried to take our bracelets but we stopped them. We tried to get bracelets on them but they escaped. We searched for them but couldn’t find them, so we came here to protect you, Goddess.”

“I’m fine, my loyal slave,” Amy said with a smile. “Sharon and Beth here briefly had a bracelet on me but my faithful and obedient Alisha came to my rescue, freed me, and enslaved her mother and daughter.”

Amy soon dismissed all but Alisha, Chanda, and her two newest slaves. She gave Chanda some instructions and the beautiful slave soon left to carry them out.

* * *

That evening at the President’s residence, now occupied by Amy, the Goddess looked with approval at Sharon and Beth kneeling in front of her. They were still mindless and naked. However, instead of wearing a bracelet, they now wore purple slave collars securely around their necks, the new devices having been made by Chanda on Amy’s instructions earlier in the day. Both women had their hands clasped behind their heads and stared blankly ahead, awaiting instructions from their Mistress.

Alisha stood in front of Amy looking at her Goddess with reverence and awe, her eyes downcast in utter submission. She was also completely naked as her Goddess had commanded.

“Slave Alisha,” said Amy. “You did very well today, rescuing me from possible permanent enslavement. As a reward, I have decided to grant your desire to be my sex slave, if that is what you truly want.”

“Oh, yes, Goddess!” Alisha responded enthusiastically. “I would love to be your sex slave. That would be so wonderful! Thank you, Goddess!”

“Then step forward and receive this collar as an outward sign that you are now my sex slave, forever,” commanded Amy.

The naked Alisha stepped forward and Amy placed the collar around her neck and locked it in place with a snap. It was snug but not too tight. Amy then reached down and removed the bracelet from Alisha’s wrist. The now former President of St. Alicia’s shed a tear as she accepted the collar designating her new status as a sex slave. She was so very happy.

“It is done,” Amy said. “From this moment forward, Alisha Grant is my sex slave, now and forever.”

“Thank you, Goddess,” the ecstatic Alisha said softly.

“Now,” Amy continued. “Take your proper place and position My Mindless Sex Slave.”

At the trigger phrase, Alisha’s mind went blank and she moved into position between her daughter and her mother, kneeling in front of her Goddess with her hands clasped behind her head, staring ahead blankly, mindlessly awaiting the command to serve and pleasure her Goddess.

Amy looked at the hypnotized trio. She was pleased to have the three Grant women as her mindless sex toys. She didn’t care that two of the three were considerably older than her and the third was just barely legal. Sharon was old enough to be her grandmother. But she was still very sexy at sixty and that was what mattered.

Amy smiled at the women, then stood and quickly removed her clothing. Once she was naked, she walked over to the luxurious couch, sat down, and spread her legs apart.

“Alright, my mindless sex slaves,” she said. “The three of you will crawl over here and start pleasuring me. Slave Sharon will eat my pussy while slave Alisha and slave Bethany will suck on my tits. Now move, sluts!”

“Yes, Goddess,” the enslaved trio answered as they began crawling toward her. “We will obey.”

The three soon had the beautiful Asian-American woman moaning in pleasure as they fulfilled their duties as her sex slaves. The mindless slaves were also moaning in pleasure as they obeyed their commands.

I love being a Goddess, Amy thought. I wish this had happened a long time ago!

The End