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Alpha Summer #1: Alpha Is Everything

Originally published Apr 27, 2019 This series is being revised

The Hedren Theater in downtown Romero hadn't shown a movie since the AMC moved in ten years earlier. But before its demolition, the theater was saved by a Carpenter family petition and it was designated a historic landmark. The small, two-screen cinema was renovated and restored to its original state when it was first opened in 1928. Now it was one of the premier theater houses in northwestern Washington. A popular outlet for political fundraisers, theater department productions, and the occasional off-broadway show, The Hedren was often too exclusive for any random student organization to book.

Of course, the Alphas weren’t any random student organization. Not anymore.

A lot had changed since Madison took over as president of Carpenter State’s Alpha Delta Theta chapter. Under Claire Petruzzi’s leadership, sisters in the chapter were happy just to coexist with the other Greek societies on campus, leaving a minor impact in the form of small and infrequent community service projects. From the beginning of her presidency, Madison made it clear that the girls of her sorority weren’t Betas, but Alphas. They were what the boys in Alpha Kappa Psi could only pretend to be. Carpenter State’s brightest, strongest, and sexiest students. Madison implemented aggressive recruiting strategies that tripled Alpha Delta Theta’s membership. While the other sororities were scrambling to understand how Madison could poach so many of their members so quickly, Madison bolstered the Alphas’ popularity on campus by throwing extravagant parties at night and sending dozens of Alpha volunteers to the children’s hospital in the day. Now with a power that few students had ever wielded on the campus of Carpenter State, Madison was ready to take on its most exclusive group—The Seven Samurai.*

It all started with this one event: Alpha Delta Theta’s first annual Fantasy Girlfriend Draft being held in the main auditorium of the Hedren Theater. To date, it was Madison’s most elaborate project as Alpha president, and few of her sisters had ever seen her so wound up. It would be wrong to call Madison nervous—she didn’t have a nervous bone in her body. But despite Madison’s bottomless reserves in confidence, she didn’t have total faith in her brainwashed sisters not to fuck the whole thing up.

She’d found that sorority girls were quite easy to manipulate, but maintaining a comfortable balance between loyal servitude and sharp intellect was a tenuous practice that Madison had yet to perfect. Claire Petruzzi for example, the first of the original Alphas to fall under Madison’s thrall, could have used her leadership experience in arranging the draft, but Claire had been so thoroughly dominated by Madison that little remained of her ability to lead. She was simply a follower now, one of Madison’s most prized possessions. And yet other sisters proved too headstrong to even risk loosening the leash on, such was the case for the sorority treasurer, Caroline Bishop. Caroline was old money Romero and before her rebirth at Madison’s feet, she’d played that role of entitled rich girl down to the designer purse stereotype. The funny thing about privilege is that it’s often the strongest motivator when fighting back against a dominating force. Caroline had proven a worthy adversary for Madison in the early days of her presidency.

Few Alphas had the qualities of Piper McNeill. Though Madison had only captured Piper to prove a point, the young Alpha quickly revealed her value. She had a unique mix of intelligence and meekness that made her fit to serve. She was Madison’s head organizer, the most important piece of tonight’s event, and the only Alpha who was doing a damn thing to reassure Madison that the night wouldn’t be a complete disaster.

Though the event wasn’t Piper’s own idea, she’d been the architect of the whole show. Madison knew that Alphas were her greatest commodity and she hoped that a charity auction would bring out the hungry frat boys. It was Piper’s idea to hold the event on the night of the NFL draft and model it as such. One member from six of Carpenter State’s fraternities would pick in the draft, and they would each choose their own Alpha from a pool of a twelve sisters. The members were chosen at random to encourage a higher turnout, with an admission of $50.00 at the box office. It was convoluted, sure, but the kind of stupid stunt that frat boys loved.

Piper buzzed around backstage, obsessively studying the twelve prospects that she’d handpicked for the Fantasy Girlfriend Draft. This was a large operation and it required not just absolute obedience from all Alphas involved, but it had to be executed with impeccable style. Piper wasn’t just selling these girls, she was selling a brand. The Alpha, the perfect girlfriend.

Though some of the Alphas struggled with the idea of being outsourced as escorts to frat boys, Piper had assured them that it was all part of the plan to get into the Seven Samurai’s circle.

“But why?” Claire scrunched her face as she tried to process the question in her head. “I thought Sister Madison was all about like, girl power and everything?”

Caroline elbowed Claire in the ribs and quickly replied, “Of course she is. You shouldn’t question Sister Madison’s will, Sister Claire.”

“But what if I have to fuck one of them?”

“It won’t come to that,” Piper interjected as she followed down the line of Alphas standing obediently before her. “I promise that Sister Madison has a plan, and when tonight’s over we’ll be one step closer to realizing her dream.”

Claire and Caroline shared a sigh.

Madison floated in backstage, moving swiftly toward Piper and taking her by the arm. “He’s here,” she whispered. “Row F, seat 8.”

Piper nodded and took note of the seat number on her phone.

“It’s imperative that he’s picked, okay? Otherwise the night’s a waste.”

“I understand, Mistress,” Piper replied. “We’re following your script. Just find your seat and everything will go smoothly.”

Madison bit her lip, then did a quick glance over the twelve prospects. She pointed to the Alpha’s newest pledge. “She doesn’t look comfortable,” Madison said. “Make sure she fits in.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Piper replied.

“I don’t think I’m fit for this,” the pledge frowned. “Nonsense,” Piper smiled. “You’re gorgeous. You’re charismatic. The frat boys will love you.” “What if I disappoint Sister Madison?” “You’re perfect, okay? Alpha is everything.” The pledge’s eyes snapped wide open as she intoned, “There is only Alpha."

Piper looked out among a packed crowd while Tina Kennedy took the stage as the night’s MC. She introduced the evening’s twelve prospects to a slideshow of their “bikini bod” pics which elicited plenty of cheers from the crowd. Piper could see her mistress in the front row, pleased with the way the introduction was shaping up. When the draft commenced, Piper began texting Tina random seat numbers which she then read for the audience. Members from each fraternity jumped out of their seats as they were read off.

First, Freddie Simmons, Carpenter State’s own star baseball player. Excitedly he yanked the microphone from Tina’s grasp and shouted, “Melanie Reyes, baby!”

“Our first surprise of the night!” Tina said when she regained control of the microphone. “With the first overall pick in the draft, Freddie Simmons selects Melanie Reyes.”

Mel entered stage right, strutting confidently in her high heels and bareback gown. She flashed a white smile for the crowd, defying the sporty tomboy image she’d once so proudly embellished. “Like Freddie,” Tina said. “Melanie is a star athlete, smashing a school record thirty home runs last season for the lady Gremlins.”

Freddie admired Mel as she closed in, flashing his own confident, “I’m gonna put you in your place” smile. Mel closed the gap and pulled Freddie into a kiss. The crowd went wild as they exited stage left.

Piper sent the next number and the draft continued. Caroline went with the second pick, and as she entered the stage she put on an even racier show for the crowd as each Alpha would try to top the last.

With the third pick, Piper laid the bait.

“Row F, seat eight,” Tina read. “Yeah!” Gregory Mortensen cried as he realized where he sat. He was a paunchy young man with a haircut that didn’t seem to quite fit his head. He was out of breath by the time he jogged his way up to the stage.

Tina kept her distance as she asked him his name and fraternity.

“Greg Mortensen…my friends call me Morty. Sigma Iota Nu.” “Wow,” Tina offered a polite golf clap. “From the prestigious Sigma Iota Nu, we have Morty, ready to take the third Alpha off the board.”

Morty spoke into the microphone, “Claire Petruzzi!”

Madison couldn’t have staged this better. Not only had she tracked down one of Carpenter State’s storied Seven Samurai, but she’d also managed to string him along. But the greatest surprise of the night was that he’d picked Claire, her oldest enemy. Madison watched with a wry smile across her face as Claire pranced on stage, powerless to disobey her orders, Claire was forced to Morty for an evening of truly distasteful activities.

“Have you ever seen Blade II?” Morty whispered in Claire’s ear. “It’s the superior film of the Blade Trilogy which many overlook as the series that normalized superheroes in our popular culture.”

Somewhere inside Claire was screaming.

With Morty in her clutches, Madison was free to enjoy the rest of the evening as she watched her conquests individually embarrass themselves on stage. But it wasn’t until the final pick that Madison found absolute delight.

“With the final pick in the first ever Alpha Fantasy Draft,” Tina said. “Mike Olsen selects…”

She held the microphone up to Mike’s lips and the frat boy proudly announced, “Corbin Arroyo!”

Backstage, Corbin was a mess of anxiety. As the newest Alpha, she was only just adjusting to a life that she had once mocked. Piper tried to ease the pledge’s nerves throughout the ceremony , assuring her that, if her name was called, it would just come natural to her. Serving Madison always did. “Look at Mel,” Piper said. “She took to being an Alpha easily. The will to obey is inside all of us.”

Corbin nodded and repeated her oath. “Alpha is everything. There is only Alpha.”

Piper smiled.

Corbin continued to repeat her oath until the sound of her name over the speakers and instantly she was pulled into trance as her mind played out her programming. She moved fluidly toward the stage, like a veteran supermodel walking the catwalk for the thousandth time. Driven by a powerful and primal desire to please her Mistress Madison, the pledge put on a bright Alpha smile for the crowd, strutting on stage in her tight, form-fitting dress.

When she reached Mike, she parroted Mel’s move by pulling him into a kiss, but as their lips touched she plunged her tongue into his mouth before spinning around and grinding her ass against his tightening pants. The crowd loved it.

“Are you gonna fuck me tonight?” Corbin asked with a slight, mischievous grin. “I…dunno? Is that allowed?” “Baby,” she playfully slid her tongue over his mouth, quickly tracing the outline from his chin to his nose. “I insist.”

For the first time that night, Madison had joined the applause. But unlike the dozens of frat boys around her, applauding one of their own who was surely going to “get some,” Madison was applauding something else. She was applauding her own work.

Alpha is everything. There is only Alpha.

*The Seven Samurai are an elite group of fraternity members who traffic drugs throughout campus. First mentioned in Captured #7: Confrontation

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10 Years Of Subliminalbo

Assimilation Party

Started Sometime After February 2016, never published

No one knew what it was, where it came from, or what it wanted. A biological weapon, a visitor from outer space, a creature from another dimension? There was no sense asking, because anyone who even knew about the creature in the forest had already joined its colony. Nobody knew its name. The assimilated called it “Master.” Its hosts walked among us, unaware that they had even been assimilated until their Master called upon them to assimilate more.

The girls of Beta Phi Alpha were a good example of the Master’s efficiency.

Ana had suspected something when Emmy returned home late from work the evening before. She had a distant stare in her eyes and her clothes were filthy. As president of the sorority, Ana felt it was her business to know everything that was going on in the lives of her sisters. She confronted Emmy at door: “Where have you been?”

“Work,” Emmy muttered as she tried moving by Ana. Her answer only made Ana more annoyed. Emmy was punctual, and she never wasted time after work chatting. She was obviously hiding something, and Ana was not going to let her keep it a secret.

“Is it a guy?” Ana asked.

“Work,” Emmy repeated.

“Have you been doing drugs?” Ana demanded, studying Emmy’s eyes for tell-tale signs. Emmy didn’t reply. She shuffled by her sorority sister and began to ascend the stairs. Ana reached out and grabbed Emmy’s wrist. “Hey!” Ana shouted. “I asked you a question! What happened to your clothes?”

Ana’s aggression seemed to snap Emmy from her daze. The young woman’s eyes cleared up, and the dull expression on her face spread into her typically cheerful smile.

“I’m sorry, Ana,” Emmy said. “I just a had a terrible day. We were swamped at work, and I got a complaint from one of the customers, so Jeff docked my pay. And then on top of that, I tripped on the way home and fell right into a pile of dirt,” she gestured dramatically over her clothes. “I just want to get in bed and never wake up.”

“A pile of dirt?” Ana repeated with a skeptical squint. “Alright,” she sighed. “Get a shower first, you look terrible.”

If Ana had known why Emmy was acting so strange, if she knew what was inside of her sister, she might have had the foresight to run away. But Ana was lucky that night—the only thing keeping Emmy from spreading the Master to her was that she already had a target. Emmy didn’t shower. She returned to her bedroom where she found her roommate sleeping roommate.

“Emmy?” Gloria released a quiet gasp when she awoke to find her roommate on the bed above her, looking down with bright, empty white eyes and a sinister smile. It was the last thought Gloria had before the Master’s voice entered her mind. She submitted to her assimilation without a fight.

With the Master’s power at their disposal, Emmy and Gloria made short work of their remaining sisters. Gloria cornered Stephanie in the shower. Despite her protests as Gloria slid the door open and stepped onto the wet ceramic, Stephanie’s will washed away like the water rolling down her back. Marcy surprised Emmy by putting up an actual fight against their Master’s mental domination, even as Destiny and Amber, sitting on the couch opposite her in the living room, slipped immediately under its power. Marcy had tried to run, but the voices were enough to paralyze her. She could only beg as Emmy slipped a black liquid-coated finger into her mouth, beginning Marcy’s transformation into another host.

By the end of the next night, most of the sorority had been assimilated—everyone except for Ana. She came home that evening to find her sisters waiting for her, each lined up nude in the foyer with their vacant expressions.

Ana wanted to run, but a voice in her head told her to stay. She couldn’t fight it.

The pleasure of surrendering to the voice was intoxicating, but Ana was stronger willed than any of her sisters. She pleaded, even as the voice drove her arousal to its absolute limit. Her knees buckled and her sister’s swarmed her, tearing off her clothes. Ana moaned as mob of hands and tongues explored her body.

“Her moans betray her pleas,” Marcy laughed.

“She loves it,” Gloria observed.

“She can fight all she wants, but the seed is in her mind,” Amber said.

“And soon the Master’s physical form will fill her up,” Destiny finished.

“Ana,” Emmy spoke softly, gently running her fingers through her friend’s hair. “This is only a fraction of the pleasure you’ll feel when the Master inside of you. I know you’re scared, but once you accept it, you’ll understand.

“Join us,” the sister’s echoed.

“Please!” Ana cried. To her credit, she fought to the very end. But once the Master was inside of her, once the physical change took hold, her buckled.

“Yesss…” Ana whimpered. “My body is assimilated. I belong to the colony.”

The sisters could only smile. In a single day, the Master had assimilated the entire sorority, and it was only growing more powerful.

Though hosts would join the Master’s hive mind, they didn’t lose their personalities entirely. Leaders are leaders and followers are followers, and Ana Marino was one of the most prominent leaders in the student community. She quickly proved her worth in the colony, taking charge of her sisters to make more slaves for the Master.

Assimilation was the only thing the Master knew, its methods were effective but crude. But its human hosts could think critically. Combined with the Master’s power and its desire to grow, it was the perfect parasite-host relationship. It didn’t take Ana-host long to find her first big conquest.

The rivalry between Beta Phi Alpha and Alpha Delta Theta had a long history at Carpenter State, but Ana had escalated the rivalry to new heights. The opportunity to humiliate, dominate, and ultimately assimilate the girls of Alpha Delta Theta was too good to pass up. The Master didn’t inhibit Ana’s prejudices when it benefited the colony. In the end, as long as there were more hosts, it didn’t matter how Ana and her sisters got the job done.

Ana had once been good friends with Alpha Delta Theta’s president, Madison Wells, but the two girls were so competitive that quickly grew to despise each other. But things didn’t turn personal until Ana found herself in competition with Madison for the same boy. Their rivalry exploded, and they dragged all of their sorority sisters into it.

This was Ana’s plan: every Halloween, Madison threw a massive Halloween party. The events were originally quite modest, but in the great sorority arms race, Madison was always desperate to impress. Ana had tried to compete with the Alphas’ party in past years, but it was one place that Madison had always owned the edge. Now, Ana saw the expected turnout, an “everyone who’s anyone” type of event, as the perfect opportunity for her Master…and a little bit for revenge.

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Unfortunately I've lost the original document that I was writing Assimilation Party in, so I can't say for certain when I started writing it. What I know is that it was my followup to the first few chapters of Assimilation. Assimilation was a huge step for me. It was my first time breaking away from the stupid Victoria's Secret mind control conspiracy stuff that I had started with on Deviantart, an attempt to build something in an entirely fictional world and play around a bit with some light cosmic horror. I was really excited when I churned out those first couple of chapters, and I wanted to follow them up with something big. So we get Assimilation Party.

My plan for Assimilation Party was to publish it as a genuine short story. I wanted to write something that was longer-form, featuring dozens of characters across a handful of plot threads. I think the plan was to get it out by Halloween 2016 as a sort of holiday special, and when I missed that window I kind of just abandoned it and moved on to other Assimilation stories.

Some fun trivia about the full unpublished story is that it features pre-Alphas Madison Wells and Corbin Arroyo, who had both existed in my head for a while before I finally found footing with them in that series. Remember that this was written before Alphas was even a concept, so this iteration of Madison Wells was just kind of a super bitch instead of a super bitch who is also like, one of the greatest mind controllers on the planet. Corbin also wasn't a blogger, she was a straight up student private detective who was cartoonishly paranoid about mind control conspiracies. Assimilation Party would have been written after Assimilation #3, which has since been retconned, but features Corbin and her roommate Kelly, who is revealed to have been assimilated at some point offscreen. Assimilation Party started as a short story that would reveal how Kelly was assimilated.

Ultimately, I think I made the right decision in shelving this one. The biggest issue I have with it is that big opening paragraph that seeks to explain in some way what the Master is. I actually cut a lot out of this before uploading it here where I dive into the mechanics of the hive mind and the abilities that the assimilated have because the mystery is the Master's power over the reader. Now the story's just an interesting piece of development history for me. I like how you can see me sort of struggling with the terminology of everything. This was before I'd settled on the term "vessels" for the Master's assimilated victims and arc words like, "All life surrenders to the Master." There's also a weird lack of assimilating in it? Like a lot of characters get assimilated in this piece but I just breeze by how and barely explain the black liquid that is the Master's literal physical form. Kind of amazing how much better I got at writing smut when I started having actual sex. A wild concept, I know.

The first chapter of Assimilation Party was itself an adaptation of this caption that I made. Betas #1: The Formless Voice is another attempt at adapting the same caption, but in a wildly more ambitious way than Assimilation Party. It's one of my favorite things I've ever written so give it a look if you haven't?

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Captured #2: Interrogation

Originally published Jan 16, 2017 This series is being revised

"Your party sucks balls, by the way," Piper said as Madison's sorority slaves tightened the ropes that bound her to the chair. She winced as the rope pulled against her skin. Piper had proven to be a handful for Madison's young pledges, using the old tight muscles trick to escape from her first bondage. I'd like to say that she picked that up from me, but I'm pretty sure she got it from old Hardy Boys books. Anyway, Piper had even managed to knock one of Madison's girls silly before she was tackled to the floor. Now they were tying her up good, guaranteeing that she couldn't escape. All Piper had left now was sass.

"Now, Piper," Madison pouted. She stood there over Piper, her hands resting authoritatively on her hips. "You know that my parties are always the talk of campus. Just because you're never invited doesn't mean you have to go and hurt my feelings." "Fuck you, bitch," Piper shot back. "You're playing Drake and the theme is the roaring twenties, you could at least try to commit." The party still raging on downstairs. The shrill voices of dozens of young, drunk coeds rattled the floorboards beneath Piper's feet.

"Honey," Madison knelt down to look her captive in the eyes. Piper shivered as she felt the touch of Madison's cold hands against her bare legs. "I know you didn't come here on your own. Work with me and I'll let you leave here tonight with nothing more than a hangover. You'll wake up tomorrow afternoon, in your bed, and you'll think, 'What happened last night?' Of course you'll blame it on drinking. You won't even have to know that you helped me. You can go on with your life having never met Madison Wells. So, Piper honey, again I'm going to ask you: who sent you?"

"I'm not telling you a goddamn thing," Piper growled. It only made Madison's smile grow wider. "I'll be honest with you, honey. I was hoping you'd say that," Madison rose to her feet. "See, I'm not a mean person. My offer was genuine. I'd have just wiped everything you remembered about tonight from that pretty head of yours and sent you on your way. But you're cute. And you've got a killer body. So now I'm going to take everything. I'll make you want me," Piper tried to lean away as Madison moved closer, hovering over her lap, but she could only manage to move her head a couple inches to the left and the right. "I'll make you desire to be a part of me. And in that need you'll find the will..." Madison was so close to Piper now that the captive woman could feel Madison's warm breath against her lips. Now Madison lowered her voice to a sultry whisper as she said, "to obey my every word."

And that was when Piper spit in Madison's face.

"Bitch!" one of the pledges screamed, pulling the chair back and dropping Piper hard on the floor. Piper's cry was drowned out by Madison's laughter. "That's alright, Daisy," she wiped her face. "Mistress, she..." Daisy tired to protest, but Madison held out a silencing hand. "She's feisty," Madison said. "All the more reason we need her. She'll be a natural Alpha." "Bitch," Piper gasped through the pain."

"Get her up," Madison motioned toward the two pledges on rope duty, and the brainwashed girls quickly lifted the chair upright. "Sister," Madison's favorite slave Tina was rummaging through Piper's clothes on the bed behind them. She sat there with an eager smile, holding up Piper's cellphone. "I found this in her pants," she reported. "Interesting," Madison smiled back at Tina. Then she turned to the others and said one word: "Sock." Before leaving Piper's field of vision and approaching Tina at the bed.

"Sock?" Piper asked, her hair flipping side-to-side as she shook her head, trying to get anything of the girls behind her from her peripheral vision. No luck. "What does that mean, sock? What's going on?"

Daisy stepped out in front of Piper, clenching a balled-up tube sock in her hand, a dark red blotch just under her eye from Piper's fist. Daisy was eager to shut this sassy bitch up for her mistress. "No! No!" Piper screamed, but she couldn't do much but wiggle her body as Daisy jammed in the sock into her mouth. Piper's muffled screams didn't make it past the bedroom door.

"You really should lock your phone, honey," Madison said, wandering back in front of Piper. She was casually flipping through Piper's contacts. It didn't matter anymore how much she could bottle up, how long she held out. Madison was holding Piper's life in her hand. "Oh?" Madison looked up with a curious bend in her eyebrows. "Corbin Arroyo, she's a quite a name, isn't she?" Piper responded with muted screams, struggling against her restraints. "You must be her little errand girl, right?" She looked up at Daisy and said, "Get the headset," then turned her attention back to Piper. "I keep the freshmen under my control with the lingerie, it's part of their initiation. But that's only reliable if they're wearing it, so I found something a little more permanant."

This wasn't just about an initiation. While the other girls thought it was all just innocent college hazing, Madison had been systematically brainwashing them all. Now she had the entire sorority under her control. Piper screamed as Daisy lowered the VR headset over her eyes. The last thing she heard before the headphones were placed over her ears was the promise from Madison, "You can fight all you want, honey, but soon you'll find your will melting away. Forget about Corbin, you belong to me now."

Everything went black. The sound from the party faded away.

welcome, slave

When Piper opened her eyes, she found herself standing in the middle of a stadium before a quiet crowd. Looking down she saw her naked body. A collar around her neck. Attached to the collar was a leash, and holding that leash was an older woman in a sparkling gown. The woman held out her hand, and she said, "Kneel," Piper replied, "Yes mistress," and dropped to her knees. This wasn't right, she knew that it was all part of the virtual world, and she hoped that gave her an advantage in withstanding its brainwashing. She sat there on the hard turd of the stadium floor, her arms locked at her sides, the crowd watching in silence as another woman approached her handler. This one had an official look. A navy blue bllazer and all-business skirt to match. Her raven hair was tied up in a bun. She shared a couple of words with Piper's handler and then stepped forward.

"Obey," the woman said, lifting her skirt to reveal her bare pussy. "Feast." "I obey," Piper said. The crowd roared to life as she grabbed a handful of the woman's blazer and dove head first into her wanting pussy.!

The omniscient voices of the commentators spoke in her head. "Look at her technique, Jeff. Watch as she readjusts her hands to cup the judge's ass, that gives her better leverage with her tongue." "That's right, Mike," The other judge said. "This is an exceptionally well-trained pet." The judge's head reeled back as she came and Jeff continued to praise Piper's effort, "That's the fastest orgasm that we've seen a slave deliver tonight."

A flood of pleasure shocked Piper as she reacted to the audience's support and the approval from the commetators. The judge looked down, her bright green eyes piercing through Piper's psyche, and she said, "This is what it feels like to obey."

She could only manage to squeak out a muffled "No..." in the real world where Daisy was on her knees, exploring Piper's sex with her tongue. Supplementing the subliminal assaults from the VR headset with real life pleasure. Piper knew she couldn't win this battle. Another noise tried to break through Piper's gag, but this time it didn't sound like any word. She shuddered and Madison smiled.

"That's okay, Daisy, you can stop now," Madison said, standing up from the bed where she was watching. Daisy spoke the obligatory, "Yes sister," and she gave room for her mistress to take the place in front of Piper. Behind the headset were the clear, unfocused eyes of Piper. The sock gag came next, soggy from Piper's saliva. Her mouth fell open as Madison pulled the gag free. "Hello Piper, dear."

Piper looked up at her enemy with an uncharacteristically tranquil expression. And then she smiled. "Hello, Mistress Madison."

Madison ordered the girls to remove Piper's binds and when she was free, Piper stood in line with the three other slaves in the room. "I see you've calmed down, Piper," Madison smiled. "I like you better this way." "Thank you, Mistress," she replied. "Your friend Corbin would make a fine addition to my sorority, don't you think?" "Corbin..." Piper closed her eyes, trying to remember what Corbin meant to her. After her second of hesitiation she opened them again and said, "I must recruit Corbin..." "It looks like you need a little more training," Madison frowned. "Oh well. We'll get you your underwear just to be safe, then when you're all conditioned, you'll obey me even without it!" "Please, Mistress...I need to obey...I need to obey your every word..." "You will, dear. You will. And when I'm done with that, we'll get to work on making you an Alpha."

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Alpha Summer Shorts: Corbin's Education

Originally published Jul 26, 2022 This series is being revised

Capturing and brainwashing Corbin Arroyo was one of Madison Wells' proudest accomplishments as president of the Alphas. There were certainly greater rivals that she'd conquered: Claire Petruzzi, her first slave, had once been her bitter enemy within the sorority, and Caroline Bishop proved a surprising obstacle when Madison's takeover began in earnest. Piper McNeill was a good girl who took surprisingly well to her role as Madison's right hand slave, and Mel Reyes was a real bad bitch who Madison had wanted so badly to flaunt around campus as one of her girls. But one by one, they had all fallen, each easier than the last. Corbin was the only one who gave her a real fight. Motivated by her love for Piper and determination to save her friends, Corbin held out for days under Madison's marathon brainwashing sessions. While the headset projected hypnotic fantasies into Corbin's mind, Alphas took turns pleasuring Corbin until she was finally broken.

Madison called the process Discovery: a system for Alphas to realize their true nature and shed their artificial faces. Even after Corbin had submitted and joined the Alphas, she had little value to Madison. Corbin wasn't a natural sorority sister and she struggled to follow orders. She became Madison's most frequent subject in Discovery, spending dozens of late nights in the Alphas basement rediscovering her true nature. After each session in the basement, Madison demanded a tribute. Sex wasn't enough--it had to be something tangible, something that could destroy her brainwashed sisters if it ever got out. Corbin's tributes often came in the form of Snaps. She knew that Mistress Madison would screenshot them, but after Discovery Corbin didn't care. Madison Wells owned her completely--body, mind, and soul.

Corbin was Madison's proudest accomplishment not because she was a great asset to her team, but because Corbin had tried so hard to deny Madison. And every time she started to slip free from her conditioning, every time a piece of her consciousness returned, Madison got to experience the pleasure of breaking her all over again.

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Captured #1: The Tip

Originally published Jun 21, 2016 This series is being revised

When I started investigating crime around Carpenter State University, I didn't think it would be that big of a deal. It was just a small blog that I ran out of my apartment, but word spread fast and soon I had students all around campus sending me emails asking for my help. Since I learned to read I've wanted to be a journalist, and I knew as a student that I wasn't powerless to act. I could be the voice for the voiceless. I could use my talent now, while I'm here. That's why I started blogging. I made enemies quickly too--the fraternities, the athletics department, eventually the college administration. Remember the Carpenter State football scandal? The coach who gave hookers to recruits? I broke that story after the administration thought it was safely buried. I've been the bad guy, I've been the hero. But I don't care what you think of me. I'm only doing the right thing.

But I know you're not here for my background as an investigative blogger. You want to hear about my internship with Santiago Cruz, about how she turned me into her brainwashed slave, another loyal fashion blogger who mindlessly dismisses the dubious ethics behind Obedience By Fleur. You want to hear about the pleasure I receive following my Mistress' commands. How she took the champion of social justice that I used to be and molded me into a compliant puppet begging for my next command. But that's not where this story begins. First, let me tell you about Piper.

When I met Piper she was a biology major with zero background in journalism or writing. But Piper had been inspired by my blog, and she volunteered to help me. She became my first employee. By that time I'd built up quote the reputation around school and investigating leads was becoming difficult. Piper could slip into any party, event, or class unnoticed. I have to admit I envied her--I loved the chase, and I often felt relegated to the computer when Piper was out doing the real work. But that was the price I payed for kicking this particularly hornet's nest. Piper admitted to me that she hadn't been passionate about social issues until she started reading my blog, but ever she'd plowed through all of my articles in a night and felt a call to action. A few friends in her circle had started their own watch groups, but Piper wanted to be involved with me. She wanted to see change in action. She was loyal, devoted to nothing but bringing justice back to Carpenter State. She had a great heart.

I didn't think much of it when Piper volunteered to investigate rumors that a sorority on campus was forcing pledges to wear Obedience by Fleur lingerie. Stories about the product had been popping up around campus, but it was difficult to investigate anything. Many of the girls who wore the lingerie had done it willfully, and I suspected the ones who didn't, like the Alpha Delta Theta pledges, were too brainwashed to say anything. That's why this story was a great opportunity to finally take on a growing issue in the community. It wasn't just a feeling anymore, I'd been given names, locations, even testimony of what the Alpha girls were doing to the pledges when they were under. My source said it had begun with menial tasks like cleaning house and tending bar. But the older girls had grown power hungry, and soon they were taking their pledges to bed.

Pledge season was over, but Piper slipped in as an outsider, making friends with one of the Alpha Delta Theta girls at a prohibition era-themed St. Patrick's Day party. After expressing an interest in pledging in the fall, Piper's new friend took her to Madison Wells, the sorority president. Piper learned quickly that Madison was the mastermind of the whole Obedience by Fleur hazing, and she was getting the most out of her slaves. Madison was sitting on the couch, two slaves on either side of her. They didn't seem to have much to do other than cuddle up close to her, but Piper got the impression that they were more a part of Madison's ego trip than actually serving a purpose at the party. Another girl stood by her at all times, arms at her side, eyes staring forward in that robotic expression waiting for her orders. "Another drink, Abigail," Madison would say, and her slave would reply, "Yes, sister," before marching off to fetch her another cocktail. "Are you enjoying the party?" Madison asked Piper as the young investigator took a seat on the sofa across from Madison's couch.

"Yes," Piper replied. "It's very classy," Madison smiled and nodded. "I know the roaring twenties isn't the most original theme but I'm a literature major and I just can't get enough of Fitzgerald." The girl returned with a glass and Madison took a sip and continued to speak to Piper. The young girl by her side looked hurt to be ignored by her mistress, but she returned to her statuesque stance. "Have you had a drink?" Madison asked Piper. "No," Piper replied. "Not yet. Are they...?" She pointed to the two girls cuddling close to Madison. "My slaves, for now," Madison continued to smile. "Before we just had pledges dress up in ridiculous outfits and run down the street but I think this is the best hazing I've ever come up with." "How long are they going to be like that?" "Oh, just for the semester," Madison stroked the head of her left slave. The young girl returned a desiring whimper. "Once they've learned loyalty to our sisters, I'll release them. Of course they're free to think on their own outside of the house, so they can attend classes and work and I give them proper time for homework too but they have to do their chores first. The house has never looked this nice. And the party, they're such great decorators, aren't they?"

Piper nodded, trying not to look too disgusted.

"So what makes you want to be an Alpha girl?" Madison asked. "I've been looking for a sorority to pledge to since I started last fall," Piper lied. She despised everything about Greek life, and she wasn't even a freshman. "But so far I just...haven't liked the culture. Nothing fits for me."

"Oh?" Madison raised an eyebrow. "Of course, you know that membership isn't the only thing you pledge to Alpha Delta Theta." Madison turned her attention to her right slave, reaching around the young woman's body and squeezing her breast. A tiny squeak escaped from the girl's lips. "Some of the girls were reluctant, but Tina here, she couldn't wait to pledge her mind to the sisters." "Sister," Tina said in her quiet voice. "Are you going to play with me?" "Not now, Tina. Remember that patience is a virtue," Madison looked back to Piper and continued, "I like this one so much that I may have to keep her when the semester is over. I don't think she'll mind."

Piper's eyes darted to the floor. Her heart must have been jacked as she watched Madison's display of power over her pledges. "To tell you the truth," Piper began. "I want to feel the pleasure of serving Alpha Delta Theta too," More lies, but Piper knew that she had to say what she had to say to keep Madison dumb.

Madison's eyes scanned Piper's body and she concluded with a kind smile, "You're cute! I can't wait to have you as one of my sister's."

Piper broke away from the crowd at her first chance, finding a closet to hide in and message me. She sent me one text: "Got some good stuff. Snuck some pictures. Getting out of here." Piper hit send and heard the squeak of the doorknob behind her. She spun around to face the open door, the bright lights of the party, and a disappointed Madison standing before her. "Oh shit," Piper said.

The next morning I awoke to find no new messages from Piper. It was alarming, but I figured that she must have passed out when she got home and I left my apartment to track her down. Her place was just around the corner, and when I got there I buzzed for her to let me in but there was no response. She wasn't answering my texts, her phone went straight to voicemail. I told myself that it had been a late night and she was still in bed, so I sat down on a bench and waited. Regardless of what I hoped, I was starting to get the feeling that Piper had never made it home. And when I get a feeling, I'm almost never wrong.

Back at the sorority, the girls had passed out after a long night of partying. But in her bedroom, Madison was wide awake training her newest pledge. "Don't you feel so much better?" Madison asked, admiring her slave's athletic body. "Yes, sister," Piper replied, standing at attention for her mistress, stripped down to nothing but her new pair of Obedience by Fleur lingerie. "You were trying to get me in trouble," Madison frowned. "I'm sorry, sister Madison. I was a bad girl." "Mmm, that's right," Madison hummed as she slipped her hand down into Piper's panties. "Now I'm going to have to punish you." "Please," Piper breathed. The once independent girl had nothing on her mind now but the wishes of her mistress, the desire to be punished and the rewards she would receive through obedience. Piper was a strong woman, but even she couldn't fight the powerful waves of pleasure circulating through her body, and Madison had promised more pleasure if she submit. So she did. "Please, punish me." Piper repeated.

Madison smiled. "When I'm through with you, you'll be my masterpiece."

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Alpha Summer #2: The Fantasy Girlfriend Experience

Originally published Sep 27, 2022 This series is being revised

The thought came to Corbin as naturally as an instinct.

I need it in my mouth.

It was more than a thought now, more than a set of directives programmed into her head in the Alphas basement. It was planted, tested, and repeated until it was a part of her. I need to taste it.

A desire. A fundamental drive of Corbin’s core being. Some Alphas were given more to work with. Piper actively played an important role in the Alphas organization as Madison’s number one. But Madison would never bestow an honor like that onto Corbin. Corbin served no purpose to Madison but revenge. That’s why was in the bed of a random frat boy staring down his cock like it was a prize.

I need it inside of me.

His name was Mike. He seemed nice enough. He probably wouldn’t have been there if he knew the things rolling around in Corbin’s mind. But Corbin’s performance tonight could have won her an Academy Award. It had only been a couple of days since Mike picked Corbin at the Fantasy Girlfriend Draft. With the pick, Mike owned the right to take her one date. Mike was living out a fantasy tonight.

He wasn’t a bad looking guy either. Corbin may have even described him as cute once. He had a chubby face and a wide frame but couldn’t weigh more than 190. He squinted his eyes when he smiled, his face sinking into that residual body fat. He had a bushy head of wispy, golden hair that was more delicate than it looked. Corbin can tell that it was too good to last for him. In ten years he’d be sweeping what remained of his hair to cover the bald spot, fill out his body to match his look.

They spent the first leg of the night at The Yellow Room. The club shined bright in one of the rougher parts of town, a reflection of a time when River City was Romero’s up and coming social center. But those days were long gone. Despite its location, the club was popular with students. It was one of the few reasons that anyone ventured west of Stoker anymore. To get to The Yellow Room, they drove down a long stretch of road lined by the skeletons of failed businesses. The neighborhood hadn’t changed in thirty-five years. A boarded-up theater read “Filthy Felicia” on its marquee. Half-torn posters promising “XXX thrills” and “wide-open beavers.” Corbin smiled when she spotted a woman on the corner dressed to attract. Was it a kinship or something else?

The Yellow Room was as sanitary as any place on Carpenter State’s campus. It sat there on its own block, a sort of gentrified embassy. It was Mike’s first time at the club and he looked skeptical as they approached the bouncer. The bouncer is skeptical too, but Corbin placed her hand on Mike’s chest and pouted. She’d be hanging on him like this for the rest of the night. The bouncer stepped aside, and they were in.

Mike’s friends waited for him inside. They had the look of future lawyers and politicians. Mike had a pedigree too, the son of a judge, but his frat buddies had won the gene pool lottery. They came with clean smiles and effortlessly coiffed hair. No comb overs in their futures. They razzed him a bit about never leaving the frat house, but they were mostly there to support him. If Mike plays his cards right, their boy could get laid tonight. They didn’t know that Corbin already planned to fuck his brains out. It was the Alpha Way.

Corbin had always had a healthy sex drive, but she’d been insatiable since she joined the Alphas. That was Madison’s design. Few Alphas knew what Madison’s plan was, they simply knew to trust that everything happened for a reason. Still, curiosity tugged at Corbin like a phantom limb. She wondered for a moment how Mike played into it all.

The truth, of course, was that Corbin didn’t have a role to play in Madison’s plot. Piper had advocated for Corbin to the best of her ability. “She’s a savvy investigator. She can turn up all the names of the Samurai.” When that didn’t work she pushed, “Her blog has a huge subscriber base. She could be useful in drumming up support for the house.” But Madison didn’t care. Corbin was her plaything. Something to be punished, not rewarded.

The thought left as quickly as it came.

All Corban could think about was how badly she wanted Mike. He didn’t seem to know how to respond to all of the attention. He braced himself when she touched him, and she touched him a lot in that private booth. His friends egged it on. At some point in the night, they broke for the bathroom.

“Everything is going according to your design,” Corbin spoke into her phone, raising her voice to project above the club’s booming bass. On the other end, Madison seemed pleased for the check in but largely disinterested in the details. All she wanted was to know that Corbin was behaving as a good Alpha. Follow every order, question nothing. Corbin ached as Madison called her a good girl, and a moan escaped her lips that topped anything Mike would do to her that evening. In the privacy of the booth, Corbin slipped her hand beneath the skirt of her tight dress. She massaged her clit as she reaffirmed her oath to Madison. “Alpha is everything. There is only Alpha.” The call ended as Corbin spotted the boys. They were fewer in number now, their most handsome member Dan had broken off to fuck the girl he’d been eying all night. As the rest returned, Corbin watched one of the friends slip something into Mike’s hand. The curiosity returned, but once again it’s gone before she was back in Mike’s lap.

The night ended at Mike’s frat house. Corbin swore that she didn’t usually go home with guys on the first date. It was a lie, even before she was an Alpha, but she swore it because that was what Mistress Madison wanted her to say. It worked on Mike. They made out in his bed to the sounds of Keanu Reeves and Sandra Bullock in Speed.

“Corbin,” he said. She could see his red face even in the dim glow of the small television sitting precariously on the edge of his dresser. “I’ve never…”

“It’s okay,” she smiled, pushing herself up so that she was straddling him. “I’ll do all of the work.” “No,” he shook his head. “I’ve never even been naked with a girl before.”

For a moment, the smile on her face was the real Corbin. She’d always loved blowing a good boy’s mind. She slid off his lap and popped the button on his jeans. “Let’s start there then,” she said.

“I think,” he started, a little nervous. “I think I’m small.” “You think?” she asked. “I don’t look at them often.”

Slowly, teasingly, she slid the elastic of his underwear down his waist. He was hard and ready for her. He was right. He didn’t have a big cock but it isn’t small either. She told him that. She admires it, standing erect, inviting. “It’s beautiful,” she said, and she meant it. That was when the thoughts came to her. I need it in my mouth. I need to taste it. I need it inside of me. Her hand glided over the shaft and she looked up into his eyes and asked, “Can I lick it?”

Mike didn’t speak. He was frozen there in the bed. All he could manage was to bob his head up and down.

Corbin leaned in, pressing her tongue to the base of his shaft. She slid slowly, playfully up to the tip. Mike released an involuntary moan. She didn’t stop. She traced the head of his cock with her tongue, then closed her mouth around it. She took in every inch of him.

Madison was surprised by Corbin’s skill when she first saw her work on Jacob Maxwell in the basement. By that time, Corbin had admitted her attraction to both Piper and her roommate Kelly Gardner. Madison thought she knew everything about Corbin. But the new Alpha had experience with cock. There was little to teach her here, except for the eye contact. Always keep eye contact.

Mike tensed up as he looked down into Corbin’s glassy eyes. She began to work his cock now. In the thousands of times he imagined this moment, he never considered the anxiety. Corbin had promised Mike that the night was all about him, but he felt lazy lying there while she did all of the work. He didn’t know what to do with his hands. He wanted to reach out and place his palm on the back of her head like he’d seen in porn, but he was afraid to ruin the moment. He just laid there instead, fists clenched around the sheets as she took him to the edge. He wanted to cum, but he knew his body. He was afraid that if he didn’t cum fast, Corbin would grow tired and the mood would crash.

“Stop,” he said, blinking through sweat.

Corbin looked up with a worried expression. Her saliva creating a bridge between her bottom lip and the head of his cock. “Is everything okay?” she blinked. For a moment she feared what her Mistress would do to her if she learned of this.

“Yes,” he noded. “It’s just you’re so beautiful and…wait,” he sat up and reached for his pants crumpled up on the floor. He pulled out a small vile of gray powder. He paused, questioning his next move, before tapping out a pinch onto his knuckle.

“What is that?” Corbin asked. “Something my friend gave me tonight,” he said. “It’s supposed to take you places you normally wouldn’t go.”

“Baby,” Corbin cocked her head to the side. “You don’t need to take a drug just to have a good time with me.”

For a second Mike felt crazy. He’d never taken a drug in his life and he couldn’t believe that he’d gotten this close. But then he looked at Corbin sitting there on the edge of his bed in her underwear. He could still feel her lips on his cock and he wanted more.

Mike dove in suddenly, raising his hand to his nose and snorting the powder. He offered the vile to Corbin, blinking rapidly.

Corbin took the vile because it was Mike’s desire. It didn’t look like any drug she’d taken before. It hit her blood stream like a bullet speeding down the barrel of a gun. Her mind was set on fire. She fought through the rush of adrenaline as she finished Mike off. She looked up at him with a smile, swallowing every drop. He was relaxed now, infused with an inhuman stamina and ready for the real thing.

Corbin was aching for him too as she slid on top of his cock.

“Just like that baby,” he said, giving orders like a completely different person. “Baby,” she moaned as she began to rock her hips. “Take me, baby!”

As their rhythm picked up, Corbin felt and odd sensation spread through her body. Her consciousness was leaving. She was watching herself ride Mike from someplace high above the ceiling, floating off into the cosmos. She was suddenly aware that the woman in the bed was not her at all. She looked like Corbin, she sounded like Corbin, but she was an invading consciousness. And as Corbin floated higher into the vast void of space she feared that she would never make it back to her body. That the invader will go on living Corbin Arroyo’s life.

The scream pulled Mike from his own trance. It was a piercing, sobering scream from Corbin’s mouth. She fell off of him, hit the floor with a hard thud and backed into the corner of his room sobbing. Mike sat up quickly and held his hands out to quiet her down. “Hey! Hey!” he said frantically. “What’s wrong? What did I do?”

Corbin quieted down, but her heart was pounding. She looked around the room, confused. “Something’s wrong,” she said. She looked up at Mike. She looked through Mike. “I have to find Jacob. Why do I have to find Jacob?”

“Jacob?” Mike asked. “Who is Jacob?” “I don’t know,” Corbin shook her head. “I’m not supposed to know?” “Look,” Mike slid closer to the edge of his bed. He looked like a little boy with his legs folded beneath him. “I think you’re having a bad trip, Corb. I shouldn’t have fucked with the drugs, I just…I really like you and I didn’t want to fuck this up.”

Mike didn’t know it, but he was pulling Corbin away from her clearest thought in weeks. She was already forgetting Jacob when she turned her attention to back to Mike. This time she saw him clearly and she smiled. Master, she though, if only for a night.

“You’re right,” she spoke clearly, but monotone. “It’s a bad trip. I should continue fucking you now.”

“No!” Mike shouts back. “Let me take you home.”

There was an emptiness in Corbin as Mike pulled up to the Alpha house. It was the feeling of duty left unserved. She looked over at Mike in the driver’s seat and offered a meek smile. “I’m sorry for how the night ended.”

“It’s not your fault,” Mike smiled back. “I shouldn’t have taken it.”

Corbin reached out and touched Mike’s cheek. “You’re cute, Mike,” she said. Thoughts were swirling in her mind, thoughts that had been jogged loose somehow from the drugs. She looked passed the boy in the driver’s seat next to her and studied the dark, looming house. It called to her. She knew that she had no choice but to return and be punished. But in a moment of sobriety she looked back at Mike with clear eyes and she said, “You’re a good boy. Stay away from the Alphas.”

She kissed him, and then she got out of the car.

The thought came to Corbin as she walked to the steps of the house that she could run now. She could return to her apartment and tell Kelly everything that had happened. But something pulled her into the Alphas house, just as it always did. The lights were on in every room of the house. Even though it was late, the Alphas rarely slept. They kept busy schedules. She wondered how many girls were in those rooms right now facing the same fate that she had. She shuddered as she turned the knob.

Madison was waiting for her in the entrance. She saw the look in Corbin’s eyes, recognized the doubt.

“What happened?” she asked. “Nothing,” Corbin said. She realized that she’d failed to check in with Madison at midnight, a requirement that had been set for her the last time she tried to run. “Why didn’t you text me?” “I was with Mike,” she said. The drug was still in her system. She had more control than she believed. “We have rules for a reason, Corbin. I need to know…” Madison stopped when she saw the tears streaming down Corbin’s face. “Why are you crying?”

Corbin was sobbing as she collapsed into Madison’s arms. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” she said. “I want to be a good Alpha, I want to make you proud of me. But I keep fucking up and I don’t know why.”

A part of Madison was relieved. From the look in Corbin’s eyes a moment ago, she thought she had another rogue on her hands. But the way Corbin had crumpled into her made her smile. She’d thoroughly broken this one.

She held Corbin tight, shushed her. “It’s okay,” she said in her most soothing voice. She leaned out of the embrace and pressed her hands to Corbin’s cheeks, looking into her submissive eyes. “Now tell me what happened.”

“I was good,” Corbin said. “I was really, really good. I swear!” “I know,” Madison nodded. “I believe you.” “But as soon as he was inside me, I just…I couldn’t recognize myself…I thought…” “Stop,” Madison commanded, and Corbin fell silent. “You’re an Alpha. Those are just bad thoughts.” “Yeah?” Corbin smiled. Madison nodded and said, “It’s just anxiety, love. Don’t you remember telling me that you’ve never felt like you fit in anywhere?”

That didn’t feel right. Corbin had never been insecure before. But Madison was telling her this, so it must be true.

“R-right,” Corbin said. “But you belong here, Corbin,” Madison continued. “You’ve always belonged here. Being an Alpha is everything to you.” “Alpha is everything.” Corbin repeated, her heart rate settling. “There is only Alpha.” “There is only Alpha.”

Corbin was slipping. The drug was losing its hold and Madison had worked her way back into her head. Her eyes clouded and her lips spread into a dreamy smile.

“Come,” Madison commanded, offering her hand. “We can talk more in the basement.”

Corbin sighed, took Madison’s hand, and followed her into the darkness.

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Captured #3: What It's All About

Originally published Apr 15, 2017 This series is being revised

If you asked, Madison would probably tell you that she wasn't a lesbian. That might seem curious, considering the many sexual advantages that she took in a house full of fit, brainwashed young women. But some girls think anal doesn't count toward their virginity. People are funny that way.

The truth was, it wasn't a sexual thing for Madison. At least, it wasn't all about sex. Sure, she had Piper knelt down at the end of the bed, suckling tenderly on her clit. And yeah, Madison's toes were curling as her body shook in orgasm. "Oh, fu-u-u-u-uck," she moaned. "Getting good, yeah, that's better. Getting so good at this, you dirty fucking slut." And when she propped herself up to stare down into the empty, submissive eyes of her new favorite pet, Madison knew what Piper was thinking.

I'm a dirty fucking slut. And that's what it was all about.

She knew what Piper was thinking, because she told Piper what to think, and until she was given orders otherwise, Piper could only think what Madison told her to think. Madison could bend any man to her will, no mind control necessary. A couple of pics on Snapchat to hook them, the promise of pussy to reel them in. Sex was a powerful tool and Madison knew how to use it. But women, they were the problem. Madison bounced from group to group in high school, burning everything in her path like a retreating Russian. Friends, family, that girl who worked at Ralph's, y'know, the one with the freckles and the great eyebrows, they were all the competition. It didn't even matter that freckles was a high school drop-out. Even she had to be destroyed.

For a while, Madison got enough of a high from destroying relationships. She'd seek out the boyfriends of her most hated enemies and work her way between them, slowing breaking down the poor asshole's resistance until one night he found himself tangled in Madison's sheets. But, like a junkie in an after school special, Madison needed something stronger.

I don't know how she landed on brainwashing, but it was her ultimate thrill. She got hot just thinking about it. When some bitch would contradict her in class, Madison would smile. Just another face to bury in her sweet muff. That's what she really got off on. They all thought that they were so superior, but Madison hadn't met the girl who didn't melt under the visor.

"Let's go again," Madison said between sharp breaths. A second wind. "Less teeth this time."

"Yes, Mistress."

Piper was a virgin. I'm sure Madison got some thrill from that too. She'd grown up in a traditional, religious family, and for a long time she believed in all that too. While I was giving it up to any guy in a band with wild hair and a nice smile, Piper was out fundraising for her youth group. These days her virginity wasn't so much about religion anymore. Even in high school she'd done some hands stuff with the minister's son. But Piper wasn't about sex. She was an emotional girl, careful too. She really believed in that sex is a special thing shared between lovers shit, and she'd never been in love.

Now Madison was training her to eat pussy like the other girls. It's a shame. I would have taught her some things if she wanted, but I would have never asked for her mind.

"Good girl," Madison smiled as she came down from her climax. Then she sat up, this time swinging her legs over the side of the bed so she couldn't be tempted by Piper's willing mouth at the end. She stood up and said, "Let's go clean up. We've got a big night."

That night, Madison had planned to unveil Piper's new personality at the Delta-whatever fraternity party. Over the last few days the socially conscious young woman had been molded into the perfect sorority sister. The old Piper had never set foot in a fraternity party, but now she was everything Delta-whatever's wanted in a woman. When they got there, Madison volunteered her for a game of strip pool. Her opponent was a dude named Trevon with a Hitler Youth haircut and a wardrobe full of polos. He was also good at pool.

"Right pocket, middle," Trevon said, and after a few seconds of intense concentration, he took the shot. "Fuckin' A!" Trevon shouted as the ball sank into the pocket, and then he downed the rest of his beer. "Bra. Lose the bra."

Piper bit her lip, then she said, "But then I'll have nothing left..." Piper had lost the game so easily, a smarter bro might have been suspicious. "Come on, bitch," He almost made it sound endearing. "I won. I wanna see 'em."

Piper smiled, then slowly she began to walk around the pool table, closing the gap between them. She unclasped her bra and let it fall to her feet. Trevon gazed over her naked body like he was admiring an original Picasso.

"So are you gonna fuck me now or what?" Piper asked. Trevon giggled. "Goddamn, girl." "C'mon," she whined. "Look around."

Trevon had lost track of the party around him. The crowd had lost numbers. The Alpha girls had found their marks and they had all retired to the bedrooms upstairs.

"Let's go," Piper whispered, and she held out her hand. Trevon followed her eagerly up the stairs, and she led him to one of the few vacant rooms. It wasn't his but fuck, he'd been eyeing this girl all night. She dropped on the bed and he tumbled down on top of her, his lips smearing against hers. He took her breast and squeezed it, his other hand exploring her pussy. She squeaked in pleasure.

"Say it again," Trevon told her. Piper smiled, and then she whispered in his ear, "I'm a dirty fucking slut." "You Alphas are so fucking great," Trevon laughed. And then he raised up, frantically ripping off his shirt and fumbling with the button of his pants.

Trevon had managed to pull the zipper down when he heard the sound of stilettos creeping up behind him. "Remember, Piper. Like we talked about now."

"Huh?" Trevon turned around in time to see Madison standing in the doorway, a pool cue in one hand and a Solo cup in the other. And then he felt claws digging into his cheek. Piper reached up, digging her nails down into the skin, and then she ripped quickly down to the chin. "Fuck!" Trevon screamed. "You fucking cunt bitch!" And when he raised a fist toward his attacker, Madison came from behind with the cue. It snapped across his bare back, and he toppled to the floor. "What the fuck, Madison!" he cried. Next came a face full of beer to round out this surprising turn of events, and before Trevon could even get it out of his eyes, Piper was holding the sharp end of the broken cue to his neck. She pressed hard.

Trevon was really crying now. "What the f...what the f-uck, Maddie?"

"Good girl, Piper," she said to her young recruit, then leaned in close toward Trevon. "You think I don't know about these parties?" She held the empty cup up to his face. "What you've been putting in these drinks? Color coded cups, right?" "Jesus, Maddie!" He cried. "We're just tryin' to score like e'rybody else! Girls don't come to these kinds'a parties if they a'int looking to fuck, we just make it easier for 'em!"

He cried as Piper dug the cue deeper into his neck. "Maddiiieeee! Make her stop! Make her stop! It hurts!"

"You're done, Trevon. And you know what's worse? You're mine now. You understand?" "Yeah, yeah, I'll do whatever you say, just make her fucking stop!"

Madison smiled, and Piper knew that she'd made her mistress proud.

You might think it was a double standard, going after Trevon, and you're not wrong. But Madison was full of double standards. The truth was that she couldn't stand the idea of anyone else controlling women like she did. That was her game, and she was the only game in town.

"What are you going to do with him, Mistress?" Piper asked when they returned to Madison's bedroom. "I dunno," Madison replied. "But it never hurts to have someone in your pocket." "You're so powerful," Piper stood by the door in awe, watching her mistress strip down to her underwear. "I don't know how I ever thought I could resist..."

Madison gave Piper that evil smile, and then she strutted across the room, pulling her slave into a kiss. "I am so fucking powerful," she said.

It had been a week since I last saw Piper.

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An Alpha Interview #1: Ashley Mangum

Originally published Dec 18, 2020

“All my life I wanted to be an Alpha. 

“I didn't know, but it always there. I felt it in the way I envied the cheerleaders in high school. How a butterface like Jeanie McNamara could slip on that tight little uniform with the short pleaded skirt and the long bow in her hair and suddenly, like magic, she had boys waiting diligent at her locker to carry her books. I felt it when I eavesdropped on the girls in the locker room sharing their dirtiest secrets. How jealous I was when I heard that Eve Skinner had won a prize like Bobby Jones, claiming him in the back of his mom's Volvo. And when I had my sloppy first, Mason Cousins. I felt it when my fear turned to pride at the sight of a hard cock that was all mine. I giggled, ‘I did this,’ as I flicked my tongue over the head of his penis, and when I finally felt him squirm with anticipation, I wrapped my lips around him and sucked.

“I felt it, but I didn't know it. Not until I met Madison Wells.

“All I wanted--at least all I thought I wanted--was a support system. A sisterhood that would foster me through those tough early days of college. An opportunity to make friends in a new place, to have a safe space where I could destress with my girls and maybe even have a few drinks here and there. But I quickly learned that things are run differently in this sorority. By the time I pledged, Madison was the center of the Alpha universe. It sounds silly now, but I was first drawn to Alpha Delta Theta because of the promise of community service. Though the Alphas were a historically marginal sorority, Madison's tenure changed everything. When I arrived on campus, the Alphas were the most socially and politically active sororities on campus. The other houses were comfortable sitting back and watching the fraternities run the show. But Madison was a fearless leader who wasn't afraid to challenge the status quo. She confronted the issues that everyone had simply turned a blind eye to: sexism, harassment, even campus crime. There was a lot of change happening on campus, but if you really wanted to be a part of it, you had to pledge to the Alphas. I was more than happy to.

“But when I met Madison I was skeptical. At first I only saw her in passing, never long enough to strike up a real conversation. I could manage a meager ‘hi,’ but she would only look through me with those cunning eyes. I know now that I was simply jealous of her. Of everything. One of the first truths we teach as Alphas is that Madison is the goddess by which all other forms are molded. But I couldn't comprehend that at first. My big sister, an upperclassman named Caroline, was so struck by Madison's power that all she could do was gush about her beauty and her intelligence and her leadership. In fact, Madison was all any of the initiated sisters wanted to talk about. Some of the other pledges were turned off by this, but my conviction wouldn't waver. Caroline made sure of that.

“‘I don't know,’ I frowned, holding the pair of lingerie out at arm's length. I'd heard stories about Obedience by Fleur, the kinds of things that girls would do under the lingerie's soft seduction. I couldn't imagine what kind of pledging ritual needed my complete obedience.

“‘That's the whole point,’ Caroline objected. ‘We used to do trust falls. Now we do this. Wearing Obedience signals to us that you can place your full faith and confidence in your sisters to care for your wellbeing. It's the ultimate gesture of trust.’ She smiled that bright white smile. A lot of money had gone into Caroline's smile. Thousands. Tens of thousands. I was just a middle class girl from cowtown, Washington.

“‘I trust you,’ I said.

“It's hard to describe the feeling of Obedience. First, you lose any doubts. You can feel all those silly inhibitions slipping away like a heavy rock lifted from your chest. Second, you feel your mind opening. The next thing you hear will be the absolute truth.

“‘No more doubts,’ Caroline whispered into my ear.

“I sat at the edge of the bed in my room, my arms limp by my side, my head tilting slightly back and forth. ‘No more doubts,’ I repeated.

“‘Madison Wells is a goddess,’ Caroline said. I repeated her. ‘You'll help the other pledges see that, won't you?’ ‘Yes.'

“And so, I became a willful participant in the enslavement of the other pledges. Once a few of us began wearing Obedience, it became easy to get the rest. Peer pressure hadn't gone away with high school. Soon we were all discussing Madison like the other sisters, repeating everything we had been told about her until it was an absolute truth. I barely knew Madison, but by the end of that week she was the center of my universe.

“After a month of service, I was finally granted an audience with Madison. It was the first conversation I'd had with her since moving into the household. Each pledge was granted an opportunity to mee with Madison one-on-one to discuss their place among the sorority. These meetings took place late at night in the basement of the sorority house. We were instructed to come fully nude, without the influence of Obedience to ensure our loyalty was growing deeper than the control of the lingerie itself. Obedience was the first step of Madison's three-step pledging process. She called this step ‘Cleaning,’ or the process of emptying out a pledge's mind for reeducation. Step two, ‘Discovery,’ was the process of studying a pledge's innate desires for a better educational experience.

“In Discovery, Madison and the pledge would share a small space--the basement--sitting face-to-face. She would fire off rapid questions which the pledge is encouraged to answer without hesitation. If there is hesitation, Madison would slap the pledge across their face. The questions begin simple--favorite color, name of a grandparent, first fuck.

“‘What?’ I asked.

“I cried as Madison's hand clapped hard across my face. She didn't blink, didn't miss a beat, just moved on to the next question. ‘Favorite weather?’ ‘Rainy,’ I shot back quickly for fear of another slap. ‘Who was your favorite teacher in high school?’ ‘Mr. Hughes.’ ‘What is your major of study?’ ‘Economics.’ ‘First fuck.’

“‘I'm a virgin.’ The words stumbled from my mouth, but I managed to end confidently and spare myself more abuse.

“The questions grew more sensitive as the session continued. She asked me if I'd had oral sex (yes), if I enjoyed the taste of a man's cum (no), if I'd imagined myself with a woman (yes).

“‘Do you imagine yourself with me?’ she asked. ‘Yes.’ ‘What do you find desirable about me?’ ‘You're powerful,’ I replied. ‘Do you want to be dominated?’ ‘No.’ ‘Do you want to dominate me?’ ‘Yes.’

‘A smile spread over her thin lips. 'Why did you pledge to this sorority?' 'To be powerful,' I said. 'Like you.'

“All told, the session felt like hours but could have been minutes. My mind was still swirling from the pleasure response of Obedience, but I was beginning to feel that familiar pang of need that I got whenever I took it off. Madison released me, and I returned to my bedroom where I immediately sank once again into Obedience's embrace.

“Madison had all the data she needed to prep me for the final step of pledging: "Education." Her secret weapon was some VR technology that she'd gotten from like, NASA. The headset itself was your standard mind control device. You know the gist, hypnotic spirals, entrancing colors, coded subliminals designed to enforce Madison's will. It was enough to drop the wearer deeper into trance than any pair of Obedience yet released on the market. The same concept, of course, but visual rather than physical stimulation. The sophistication in Madison's program was in the way it used standard hypnotic subliminals to hack the wearer's brain. The headset was custom made to scan brainwaves, searching for the wearer's latent submissive triggers to manifest experiences in the wearer's field of vision. The program can do the heavy lifting on its own, but Madison said it worked best when pushed in a certain direction. If all of this sounds like silly technical mumbo jumbo, let me just put it more simply:

“While my eyes were distracted by a pretty light show, my brain was simulating my deepest, most submissive desires. I later learned that it was common practice to have a sister perform oral sex on a pledge who fights the programming. But why would I fight? At that point I knew that all I wanted was to be an Alpha. It was truth that had followed me from birth, through grade school, and finally into college. I needed her to command me. To own me. To dominate me.”

The skeptical click of Dr. Fielding’s tongue pulled the Alpha from her memory. Her glazed eyes flitted up to the professor sitting in the chair opposite her.

“What?” the Alpha asked.

Dr. Fielding mulled over her approach, then said thoughtfully, “When Madison asked you if you wanted to be dominated, you said no.”

“Of course,” the Alpha smiled. “That’s what the program gave me. A simulated space where I could be the dominant. Where I took control of Madison and made her mine. Can you imagine?”

“I cannot,” Dr. Fielding replied dryly.

“The only thing was that I didn’t realize how empty it would feel to have total control. It was Madison who suggested a role reversal.”

“Interesting,” Dr. Fielding scribbled on her notepad.

“She said that to be a better mistress, I could try being the slave. I unclasped the collar that I’d used to ensnare Madison and she placed it around my neck. That’s when I realized how much I truly enjoyed to submit. Obedience offered me a constant, beating pulse of pleasure. But Madison’s program gave me an existence.”

“And when you woke up you felt nothing but loyalty to the Alphas.”

“Please don’t take it away from me,” the Alpha said. Her hand twitched on the arm of her chair. Dr. Fielding noted how she gripped it like she were fighting to stand. “I know about the other girls. I know what you do to them.”

“I deprogram them,” Dr. Fielding said. “Once I have the full story.”

The Alpha was as powerless to Dr. Fielding as she was to Madison. The professor proved to be a powerful hypnotist, able to sway a person with only her words. She didn’t need any NASA technology. A tear streaked down the girl’s cheek. Dr. Fielding wasn’t apathetic.

“What you’re feeling right now is artificial. Madison planted it in your mind. I’m going to clear all of those desires. I’m going to make you the person that you were before you pledged, and you’ll barely remember anything that took place at the sorority. You won’t thank me, because you won’t know to, but I know you’ll be happy. You just have to trust me.”

The Alpha wanted to protest, but the click of Dr. Fielding’s pen ended the session. The girl’s head dropped as she fell into a deep sleep, ready for deprogramming.

________________

“Another one down,” Sylvia sighed as she collapsed into her chair behind her desk. She reached down into her drawer and pulled out a bottle of Wild Turkey and a glass. Sylvia never refused an opportunity to go digging into someone’s head, but the Alphas cleanup was becoming monotonous. Two-dozen brainwashed co-eds, a basement stuffed with narcotics, Madison Wells on the run, and the whole mess was Sylvia’s to clean up. She took a sip from her glass and considered the nuclear option of leaking the whole story to the media.

But then she’d have to start over somewhere else, find a new name. And she liked Sylvia Fielding. It suited her way more than the last one.

As she drank, Sylvia absently scrolled through the Alpha’s file, searching for any trace of Madison Wells. She pulled up the information recovered from the girl’s phone; text messages, call logs, and of course the camera roll. The girl’s camera roll was filthy with pornographic images taken, Sylvia was certain, for Madison. Sylvia was certain of this because it was a tactic that she herself had taught Madison. You can never have too much dirt on someone. Even if they’re you’re mindless thrall. Sexting could be strong leverage if a slave broke control, as well as an effective tool for reinforcing their conditioning.

A moan escaped Sylvia’s lips as her fingers slid down her waistband, probing her hardening clit.

Of course it was hot too.

It took a strong will like Sylvia’s to sit across from a sexy, mindless bimbo and not act upon her urges. As the Alpha related her experience being brainwashed by Madison. This one’s was mild, only having been a pledge for the last semester. The other girls were unbearable: the terrible, dirty, sexy things that Madison had made them do to her and the others drove Sylvia wild. When she felt herself soaking through, she would scribble unflattering thoughts on her notepad to keep back her urges.

Now that she was staring at the Alpha’s blank eyes and massive tits, she had no choice but to indulge herself. Sylvia believed she earned it.

When she was finished, Sylvia did as she would with all of the Alphas she deprogrammed. She copied the contents of the girl’s camera roll to a hidden file on her hard drive. She had thousands of folders on her computer for each student that she had worked with. She made a new file for the Alpha titled: Mangum, Ashley.

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Alpha Summer: The New Pledges

Originally published Sep 14, 2019 This series is being revised

With the threat of Corbin Arroyo neutralized, Madison is free to move forward with her true goal: supplanting Carpenter State's Seven Samurai as the primary source for narcotics on campus. Though Madison's plan comes with the promise of vast financial gain, it's her lust for power that motivates her. The Samurai remain largely a mystery, but the elite and secretive student society is known to have existed for over fifty years. The society is rumored to be involved in a long list of crimes, ranging from drug smuggling and prostitution to blackmail and internet piracy.

Despite the campus' typical summer semester lull, Madison plans to keep her sisters busy as she enters the second phase of her plan. Armed with a group of loyal followers, Madison plans to use her resources to infiltrate Carpenter State's fraternities and ascertain the identities of the Seven Samurai, all under the guise of sexy summer parties.

Beta Phi Alpha's three newest pledges all serve valuable roles in Madison's scheme.

Pledge Piper

Piper wasn't even on Madison's radar when she wandered into an Alpha party in search of information. Madison was particular with her first few pledges, choosing those who would best suit her plan. When brainwashing Piper, Madison exploited her virginity to expose long-buried sexual desires. She wasn't an easy convert, but surrendered quickly enough. Though Madison was initially skeptical that Piper would find a useful role in the Alphas beyond a pretty decoration to disarm frat boys at parties, she quickly proved herself as a valuable piece to the Alpha family. Piper's strength is in her ability to maintain a high level of intelligence, even while most of Madison's sisters are loyal beyond reason. This makes Piper Madison's greatest asset in strategy, often playing more of a behind the scenes role in Madison's scheming.

Pledge Melanie

Unlike Piper, Melanie's value was more obvious. Melanie's womanly assets aside, her status as the university's best athlete makes her a lofty goal for most jocks on campus, many of whom feel that her success dwarfs their own. Mel was the easiest of the three women to brainwash as Madison exploited Mel's history of substance abuse to illicit a strong and positive reaction to falling under her influence. The process took a mere few hours. Since joining the Alphas, Melanie has undergone a complete transformation, shirking her tomboy wardrobe and trademark scowl for tight, revealing dresses and a bright, classy smile. Despite her newfound elegance, Melanie can still scrap.

Pledge Corbin

Corbin was the most difficult for Madison to brainwash but the most satisfying. Ultimately it was Corbin's own self-loathing in losing Piper and a secret desire to be controlled that sealed her fate among Madison's sisters. Corbin is a symbol of opulence for Madison, an indication of her power and desire to control everything. Madison has no defined role for Corbin in her plan, but that doesn't make her any less important than Piper or Melanie. Corbin is Madison's greatest prize, a trophy of her triumph over her adversaries. Followers of Corbin's blog may note the recent focus on the Seven Samurai but none know the ghost writer behind the articles.

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Captured: An Epilogue

Originally published Jun 2, 2019 This series is being revised

"You're probably wondering why I'm even telling you this story. Did you expect anything else from it? Didn't you think it was strange when I called you in for a follow up interview?"

"I should thank you. If not for your email, Piper and I would have never gotten mixed up with the Alphas. I may have never had the blessing of surrendering to my beautiful Goddess...

"Oohh...

"fuck...got a bit turned on there for a second...careful Corbin.

"I guess...I just wanted you to know that it's not personal. Goddesses demand sacrifices. And you're a loose end.

"Of course I'm not publishing that article. I'm tired of being Carpenter State's watchdog. Sister Madison's got a big event coming up at the Hedren that I think should make a splash on my blog. A new direction.

"She was generous, you know. She didn't give everyone the chance to leave. You wasted it. You should have never come to me.

"Now, Emily, are you ready? Just like we practiced."

"I embrace her. I obey her. I worship her. I embrace her. I obey her. I worship her."

Sister Madison isn't happy with your betrayal, Emily."

"I am Alpha. Alpha is everything."

"How could she ever trust you?"

"I will do anything she asks of me! I will be her soldier! Her slave! Her plaything! Please! I will surrender my soul to her eternally!"

"Fuck. Not even I promised an eternity."

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Captured #8: The Long Night

Originally published May 28, 2019 This series is being revised

“Could you please, please, please stop pacing?!"

“I’m sorry!” Jacob cried. “I’ve never been a part of anything like this!” “Just sit down,” Mel rolled her eyes. “You’re totally freaking me out.”

Mel wasn’t the type to lose her cool, but Jacob was right. No one had ever been a part of anything like this. She’d taken the plate in the seventh down one with the tying run on third and didn’t bat an eye. But somehow Jacob pacing around her living room mumbling, “Fuck, fuck, Jesus fuck” was more tense than any trip to the plate.

Jacob collapsed on the couch next to her.  “I shouldn’t have done it,” he said. “I should have just…stuck to Tumblr.” “Damn right you should have!” Mel snapped.

Jacob clutched his legs to his chest like a bullied child on the playground.

Mel frowned and said, “But like, you can’t do anything about it now. Shit, I ain’t kink shaming.”

“But I should have known it would be used like this. When I sold my program I was just thinking about the money.” “I’ve got a thing for nerds,” Mel said. “What?” Jacob asked.

“Cute nerds, y’know, with stubble. A real D&D character sheet, Firefly binge night, dress up like a Jedi for the Thursday night premier ass nerd. Guy who has all kinds of opinions about Marvel and will absolutely worship my pussy. See, I’ve dated my share of jocks and it’s a real mixed bag. Most of them are too scared even taste it.” “Why are you saying this?” “It’s my kink. Nerdy guys who’ll fix my laptop then fuck my brains out.” “Huh,” Jacob dropped his feet to the floor.

Silence.

“Y’knew,” Jacob said. “I don’t play D&D but…I am kind of a thing on the YuGiOh circuit.” Mel turned to look at Jacob, sizing him up. Then she said, “I don’t date white guys.” “Cool, cool, cool.” “You smoke?” she asked.

I could hear the voices but I couldn't make sense of the space around me. Everything was black. Every noise filtered through the droning whistle in my head. A shattered eardrum, or the effects of a concussion? Maybe a bit of both. “Take care of her!”

Even in my state I knew they were talking about Tina. I made a conscious effort to protect her but my body wouldn’t budge. I was barely gripping on to reality.

“Corbin!” Tina cried. I felt a panicked hand on my shoulder but it did little to pull me out of it. “Corbin, help! Help!” Tina’s voice was pulling away from me. “No! No! I belong to her now! I won’t go back! I won’t go…”

Tina’s protests were replaced by muffled cries before no sound remained but the monotonous click-clack, click-clack of my turn signal, inadvertently engaged during the accident.

“God, she’s heavy,” a second voice said from my passenger side door. “Like, does she even follow Sister Madison’s diet?”

The other one laughed. “She’s probably the one eating Sister Madison’s Nutella. Figures, always acting like the special Alpha.”

“Maybe we’ll be her special Alphas now…” “Daisy, what is Sister Madison’s first rule?” “An Alpha never wants…” “An Alpha only obeys. I’ll take her legs.”

As the two Alphas carried Tina to the truck, my vision returned to me. At first I thought I was looking up through a spider web into the starry sky, but soon I realized that it was my shattered windshield. They ran me off the road somewhere around Carpenter State’s ag department. It’s a lonely stretch of Romero that feels more like rural Kentucky than northwestern Washington. At this time of night the Alphas knew they could take their time cleaning up the mess before any kind of cop arrived. I knew I had underestimated Madison’s slaves. I should have expected anything after the show that Piper put on in The Lonely Pine, but I assumed that the rest were more like Tina.

Driven on momentum alone, I lurched sideways toward the passenger’s seat, stretching my hand down to the floorboard where I felt around for anything that I could use as a weapon. I cursed myself for turning down Mel’s shotgun. There was nothing on the floor. I knew I had no option but to make a run for it into the woods. They couldn’t follow me in there with their truck. That would even things out a bit.

The woods were on the opposite side of the road, about a fifteen-yard dash from my car. I could make it if I got the jump on them.

I heard a loud plop into the bed of the Alpha’s truck and I knew that I had to make a move quick. I took a deep breath, pushed my door open, pressed my foot into the moist grass and began my sprint. I made it all the way to the road before my legs gave out and I collapsed on the ground with a yelp.

I could only see the Alpha’s silhouette in front of the truck’s headlights as she stalked toward me. I was helpless, and the nonchalance in her stride made sure that I knew it. When she closed in I began to make out the features of her face. Maybe it was the concussion, but the Alpha appeared angelic in her bath of light. She smiled, leaned down, then quietly pressed the rag over my nose.

“I'll take you to the Alphas tonight and fuck your head so bad you won't even know your own name."

“Come on, baby,” Mel begged. “Make me your VR slave.

Jacob heaved a frustrated sigh. “It’s not VR. I mean, it is VR. But it’s not like…we’re not talking Resident Evil 7 here. The program only stimulates the viewer’s brain. It triggers a reaction in the pleasure center, forcing the wearer to live out an erotic fantasy that ultimately subjugates their will. Essentially it uses your deepest, darkest, sexiest desires to turn you into a perfect slave. That’s why it’s so powerful. The VR gives you the push, but your brain does the rest.”

“Fuuck!” Mel cried as she flicked a finger over her clit, clutching at her breasts with her other hand. “You fucking nerd!” she laughed.  “Are you eating me out or am I doing all the work myself?”

“You don’t mind?” Jacob asked, looking up at Mel from his view between her legs.

Mel rolled her eyes and pressed her hand to the back of Jacob’s head, burying his mouth into the folds of her wet pussy. She closed her eyes and waited for Jacob’s tongue, but a few seconds of an anticipation yielded no results. When Mel opened her eyes she saw Jacob looking back up at her.

“Do you think we should call her?” he asked.

“Jesus, Jacob,” Mel groaned. “She’s gonna walk in the door any minute and the last thing I want is for her to find us like this.”

My head was spinning, a coat of drool caked to my chin when Madison pulled the visor from my face. It was the first time I’d seen her since The Lonely Pine. Maybe I was expecting too much in Madison assuming that she’d have a speech prepared for me. But she’d said everything she wanted to at the bar. I truly was nothing more but an inconvenience to her. At least she respected Piper enough for the “Who sent you?” routine.

All I got was the visor. Stripped down, tied to a chair, an Alpha’s lips anchored to my pussy. I woke up like this. My mind already bombarded by seductive images. The first time I came, I genuinely feared for my mind. But I clung to the reality that all of this was my fault. That I’d put Piper in this situation and I was the only one who could get her out. I counted the number of times I came, making mental tally marks on my brain. That’s how I managed, that’s how I broke the unbreakable control of Jacob’s program.

When Madison pulled the visor from my face, it was easy to mistake my vacant expression for mindless bliss. But there’s a difference between brainwashed and tired. And I was tired as shit. I didn’t know how long I’d been in that chair. As far as I knew it was the same night. A very long night.

Madison scrunched her nose and said, “She looks pretty empty to me.”

“Fuck yourself,” I whispered.

I whimpered as the Alpha between my legs worked me to another climax. She backed up for a breath and, adjusting her jaw, she said, “We’ve been at this for hours…” I recognized the voice immediately. Madison had already wrangled Tina back under her sway.

“This shouldn't happen,” The other Alpha said behind me. I recognized her voice as the one who subdued me on the road. “The others couldn't hold out for more than a session, let alone a dozen.”

I straightened by back in an attempt to look strong, but my body was so sensitive that I feared any movement could make me cum again.

Madison was losing patience. She took a fistful of my hair and yanked my head until I was looking into her eyes.  “Fight it,” she said. “But you will worship me.” She backed away and then nodded to the Alpha leading my therapy.

I held my breath as the visor slipped back over my eyes.

I lost count somewhere around the thirties.

“You’re wasting your time,” I forced a twisted smile. This time when the visor was pulled from my eyes my whole world was distorted. Though Madison stood before me in clothes, I couldn’t shake the image of her naked, dripping wet. All for me. The program was warping my mind. I could feel my knees scraping against the carpet as crawled to her. I wanted to know how she tasted under all of those fucking clothes.

“Why?” Madison asked curtly. Her arms were crossed like a disapproving mother.

“I’ve gone…” My voice caught in my throat as the Alpha’s tongue lashed viciously over my clit. The last time I was conscious they were still gentle with me. By now they’d learned their lesson, desperately working my sex to keep me in a near constant state of climax. It was agony. It was bliss. “I’ve gone under this before. Your connection? My fu…fucking ex, you d-dumb, crazy bitch.”

“Jacob?” Madison asked.

My smile widened. “I have…a trigger.” I said. “E-Even if I g-give in…he’ll…break it! Fuck!”

Madison’s sneer brightened into a smile of her own. “Jacob’s gone, honey. I think he took your trigger with him.”

“Wh-what?”

“Yep,” she said. “Saw what we did to his car and I guess he made a bee line for the airport. Exes, am I right?”

“Mel!” I protested. “Mel knows the trigger. Mel knows…” “Yeah,” Madison shook her head. “I think Mel’s gonna keep her mouth shut though.” “Wha-?” I gasped. “What do you think, Mel?"

The Alpha between my legs dug her fingers into my thighs as she began to lick more vigorously. I glanced down to make sense of the sudden change in tempo and my heart stopped.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuckfuckfuckfcukfuckfuckfukcfuckf

The sight of Mel’s face buried in my pussy made me cum harder than I had all night.

“Oooo,” Madison admired Mel’s work, offering her a loving pat on the head. “I like this one. Grabbed her last night. Way more useful here than at the Circle K, I’ll tell you that.”

When Mel leaned away from my pussy, her mouth was soaked in me. A dreamy grin stretched across her vacant face and she echoed the Alphas. “Thank you, Sister Madison.”

“I’m sorry…” Tears dripped down my face as I peered into my friend’s empty eyes.

I couldn’t save Piper. I couldn’t save Mel. I couldn’t save myself. As the visor slid back down over my eyes, I knew that the next time it came up I would no longer be Corbin Arroyo.

“It’s okay, Corbin. You’re safe now.” “How long did I hold out?” “Longer than anyone.” “I did it for you.”

It’s a strange feeling when your thoughts come back to you. You don’t think much about how precious your thoughts are until they’ve been ripped from your skull. When my conscious mind returned to me, it was like I was being pulled up from the deepest depths of the ocean. I was drowning, and suddenly I could breathe.

“Corbin?” Piper snapped her fingers at the bridge of my nose before gently taking me by the shoulders and shaking me. “Are you with me, Corbin?”

I blinked. “Piper?”

“Thank God,” Piper said. “We don’t have much time.” “What’s going on?” I asked.

Piper freed me from my bindings and I stumbled out of my chair to the floor.

“Careful,” she said. “I got Madison under, but the slightest disturbance could wake her.”

For the first time since I’d been taken to the Alpha House I saw the full room of my captivity. It was a simple bedroom. Behind my chair was a queen sized bed and sitting on the edge of it was Madison Wells herself. Her eyes were closed, her head slumped over and a thin line of drool had begun to drip from her lips.

“What did you do to her?” I asked. “Hypnosis,” Piper said. “We’ve gotta get out of here.” “Wait,” I said. “What about Mel?” “She’s driving,” Piper replied.

On the drive back to the apartment, Piper explained how she’d broken free from Madison’s control. “The visor requires frequent therapies to reassert the Alpha program. When I saw you at The Lonely Pine it just…jogged something loose.”

I looked to Mel in the driver’s seat and asked, “What about you?” “I was never under Madison’s control!” Mel smirked. “Piper needed someone to distract Madison while she put her under.” “Distract, like…?” “I figure you once you eat one pussy you pretty much eat any.”

I blushed.

“You taste great, by the way,” Mel winked.

That night we celebrated our victory over drinks. “To friendship!” Mel cheered, holding her Pabst high. “To the Alphas,” I replied. Piper glanced at me, then Mel, then said. “Tomorrow, the real work starts. We’re going to free every girl under Madison’s power.”

“Well,” Mel clapped her hands. “I’ve got “I’ve got things to see, people to do…”

Mel left us in a silence heavy with unspoken thoughts. Piper knew where my mind was.

“It’s okay, Corbin.” She assured me. “You’re safe now.” I looked down at my feet and asked, “How long did I hold out?” Piper took a few longing steps toward me and said, “Longer than anyone.” My eyes darted up to her, “I did it for you.”

“Piper…” I moaned her name as she pushed me onto the couch. She popped the button on my jeans and pulled the zipper down, exposing a triangle of panties. I closed my eyes as she slipped her hand beneath my waistband. A loud cry escaped my lips.

“Ohh,” Piper moaned. “You’re soaking wet…” “Piper…” I repeated her name, my voice dripping in lust. I looked up to find her eyes, clear and powerful. “Fuck me,” I begged. “I’ve wanted it for so long. Needed it.”

“That’s right,” she said, pushing her finger inside of me. “Only me.” “Only you,” I repeated. “You love me…” “I love you…”

“…I embrace you…” “…I obey you…” “…I worship you…” “…Sister Madison…”

The thing about the bottom of the ocean is that if you come up too quick you’ll get the bends.

I am no longer Corbin Arroyo.

Madison was giddy at the sight of me on my on my knees. My arms were weak, floating at my sides. My head was wobbled on its shoulders as I repeated my mantra, a drooling, mindless, obedient, Alpha pledge. “I embrace you. I obey you. I worship you. Sister Madison. I embrace you. I obey you. I worship you. Sister Madison.”

Madison clapped her hands with a squeal and pulled Piper into a tight hug.

“Are you pleased, Sister Madison?” Piper asked. “I have to admit, I was nervous,” Madison said. “I can’t imagine a tougher assignment for your first time, but you really did a number on her. And your best friend,” she clicked her tongue. “You’re ruthless, Pipes.”

“I only did as you taught me,” Piper smiled. “Corbin was a bigger threat than anyone on sorority row. She had to be neutralized.”

“I embrace you. I obey you. I worship you. Sister Madison.”

Madison placed her hand on my cheek, admiring her latest prize. “Yes,” she said. “She could have been a problem for sure. But now, I think we can put her talents to good use.”

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An Alphas Christmas Card

Originally published Dec 26, 2018

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Captured #7: Confrontation

Originally published Jun 11, 2018 This series is being revised

Tina was posed on the bed, naked, as I held up the phone. I made sure that her body was perfectly framed before I held down the record button and asked, "Who do you serve?"

Tina smiled, and began crawling toward the camera on all-fours purring, "I serve you, Mistress Corbin. I live for you, and your delicious pussy."

I bit my lip. The last line wasn't in the brief script I'd worked out with her, a bit of improv I hadn't expected Tina to be capable of in her state. It was vulgar, but definitely the kind of thing that would catch Madison's attention. I took another second to mull my play over, and then I hit send, first double-checking that I hadn't accidentally added some unwelcome recipients. Tina had half the campus on Snapchat and I wanted to make sure that this video would only be seen by Madison.

"It's done," I said when I returned to the living room. Jacob was still buried deep in his thoughts, but Mel looked up from her phone and said with a scrutinizing look, "You were in there a while." I felt my face grow hot, but I'd been doing the undercover reporter thing long enough to know how to dodge suspicion. I didn't blink. I just said, "I got a text from Madison. She wants to meet face-to-face at the Lonely Pine."

The Lonely Pine was a bar on the outskirts of town that had once been the favorite after-work spot for employees of the sawmill before it closed down. Now it was quiet, living up to its name. I figured Madison had picked somewhere discrete because she knew there would be too many witnesses downtown, and I didn't really like my odds of coming back from that meeting. But I had a plan.

"You're not going alone," Mel argued when I took Jacob's keys and headed for the door. "I know," I replied. "I'm taking Tina with me." Mel turned to Tina who followed obediently in my tracks and scoffed. "Right, like she's worth anything." "I'll die for my Mistress," Tina frowned. "You don't have to do that," I said to Tina, then I turned back to Mel and added, "I'll be fine. It's a neutral site." "It's a trap," Mel pushed back. "Probably," I nodded. "But I still have Tina, and Madison won't make a move on me without her favorite slave." "Are you sure about that?" Mel asked. "No," I shook my head. "But it's the best I can do."

I drove Tina out to the edge of town and parked Jacob's car in a small Buy-Here-Pay-Here lot across the street from the Lonely Pine. The bar looked quiet. There were only two cars parked outside, an F-150 and a Prius. Madison wouldn't drive a truck, which meant the Prius was her. If she was true to her word, Madison would be alone, but I figured she could fit five girls max in her car. It wasn't the best odds, but it was better than facing down the whole sorority.

I heaved a heavy sigh.

"What's wrong, Mistress?" Tina asked. "I was just thinking how bad a plan this is." "It can't be a bad plan if you thought of it." Tina's innocent smile made my heart sink. I could only offer a meager, "Thanks," before I said, "Now let's get you in the trunk."

I eyed the bar across the street while Tina climbed into the trunk of Jacob's car. No one was watching. "Why do I have to be in the trunk?" "Because," I said. "I can't risk one of Madison's girls seeing you. Watch your head." Again Tina flashed that innocent smile as the trunk came down. "I'll just be a minute." I whispered.

Tina was the only card I had to play. As long as I had her I knew I could walk out of that bar safely. That didn't make me feel any better as I stepped into The Lonely Pine and saw the bartender, a pretty young blonde with a flannel shirt and a vacant expression. The kind of country gal who, I figured, might drive a truck. Not an Alpha, but Madison had taken the liberty of brainwashing her anyway. Despite my fear, my face was stone-cold. I wouldn't give Madison that satisfaction. The bar itself was a folksy little dive with dim lighting and wood paneling. John Wayne and Gary Cooper smiled at me from black-and-white photographs on the walls. A tacky chandelier made of antlers hung from the ceiling. Tammy Wynette sang a sad song from the jukebox.

And there she was, Madison, sitting at a booth scrutinizing a basket of peanuts like it was condescending her. When she spotted me she smiled, and gestured for me to join her at the table. I slipped into the seat across from her.

"Can you believe they just throw peanut shells on the floor here?" Madison asked. "Not exactly your scene, is it?" I asked. "I'm more of a nightclub kind of girl," she replied. "But it's perfect for clandestine meetings." "You have a lot of those, huh?" Madison laughed. "I've got plans, Corbin. And until I have control of the police, which I will, I have to do my business in dives like this. Drink?" "Only from a bottle," I said.

Madison held up two fingers at the bartender and shouted, "Jim Beam, two glasses." The woman obeyed, collecting the bottle and the glasses and marching over to our table. Madison admired the bartender as she poured the bourbon into our glasses. "She's a cutie, isn't she?" Madison asked me. "That'll do, Wendy, leave the bottle." "Anything for you," the bartender responded, and marched back to her spot behind the bar.

Slowly, Madison picked up her glass, studying me with an amused smile. She held the glass up to her lips and took a sip. "I understand your caution," she said. "Can't be too careful with you," I said. I took a sip from my own glass. "Tina told me everything." "Tina told you what she knows," Madison winked. "I know you're going to war with the Greeks." I added. Madison offered an amused smile and then leaned in and whispered, "What do you know about the Seven Samurai?" "I don't have time for four-hour long movies, but A Bug's Life is pretty good," I said. "It's a club on campus," Madison replied. "Exclusive. Mostly privileged white boys with a hopeful future on the stock market." "That explains the appropriation." "They like to pretend like they're Skull and Bones but they're really just drug dealers. The Seven Samurai are Carpenter State's pharmaceutical pipeline. You ever been to a frat party, Corbin? You know how much money you could make in one night dealing Molly at one frat house?"

My eyes narrowed as I tried to follow Madison's logic. "This is about drugs?" I asked. "Control the Greek houses," Madison said. "And you control the trade." "And the money," I said. "It's more than about money, Corbin. It's about peace of mind. I don't object to fun, casual, consensual drug use but for years the Seven Samurai have turned a blind eye to what's really going on around campus. The girls whose lives have been forever changed because of what was slipped into her drink." "So magnanimous," I said. "How is it that you can talk about rape culture, yet justify what you've done to the Alphas?"

Madison's look turned serious as she said, "Because of what they've done to me. I was eighteen, still just a pledge. His name was Joey, a frat boy from Alpha Kappa Psi, and we'd had a lot to drink." Madison's gaze, which she'd kept trained on me since I sat down, finally darted away. "I wanted to press charges but I was scared. So I did the only other thing I knew I could do, and I took it to the Alpha president. I told Clara everything, how Joey had shoved me down on the bed, pressed his elbow to my neck. How I begged him to stop, but he wouldn't listen. His friend intervened before he could fuck my life up for good, but I was still traumatized. Do you know what Clara did?"

I shook my head.

"Nothing. She told me that I was lucky. You know, something really bad could have happened, but I got out of there. And she didn't want to drag the sorority into controversy. You know, just looking out for our sisters. So forgive me if I don't have much sympathy for Clara and her lackeys." "I'm sorry," I said. "What was done to you is terrible, but it doesn't justify anything." "Maybe not," Madison shook her head slowly. "But it still feels good to look Clara in the eyes and see nothing but a slobbering, obedient bitch." A dry laugh escaped my lips. "You know what I think, Madison?" "What do you think, Corbin?" "I think that you were gonna do this no mater what. You'd find some bullshit reason to brainwash your sisters and you'd tell yourself anything just to believe you're not the bad guy."

"Do you really think you're any better than me, Corbin?" Madison asked. "It felt good, didn't it? Getting into Tina's head. Molding her new mind. I'll bet you got wet just filming that video." "Enough," I said. "Let's talk deals."

Madison held up her hands. "I'm ready if you are." "Tina for Piper, straight trade. In addition to the swap, I look the other way. No articles on the blog, you're free to do with the Greeks as you please. This is a good deal, Madison. You should take it."

Madison sighed and picked up her phone, tapping out a quick message. She placed the phone back down on the table and said, "Tina for Piper, tough decision." "Don't play with me, Madison." I said.

"I'm not playing, Corbin. It's just...I think you overestimate how much Tina is worth to me. She was my favorite for a minute, but then I got Piper. You should be proud to know that your friend is a model slave. Tina is loyal to the end but, between you and me, she's not too bright. Clara, of course she'll always be a favorite, but I've fucked her mind into oblivion. Piper, on the other hand, is smart. She can think for herself but her world revolves around me. When Tina thinks for herself, she gets captured. I don't like slaves who get captured, Corbin."

"Whatever," I said. "It's still a good trade, Madison. You don't want me to publish my article. I'm promising you no press in exchange for Piper." "So beautiful," Madison shook her head. "Piper must be so important to you."

I wasn't going to beg, but I wouldn't leave that bar without Piper.

"And speak of the devil!" Madison cried.

I heard the bells above the door and when I turned my neck I saw her. My Piper, dressed in a crop-top and scandalously low-cut shorts. I was shaking as Piper strutted toward the table and slid in next to Madison. She moaned as Madison pressed her lips against hers in a kiss that lingered. Piper smiled as they separated.

I was struggling to hide my shock, my outrage. My hands clenched hard on the edge of my seat. "Piper," I breathed. "Piper, it's me. Corbin."

Piper looked at me with disinterested and eyes and said, "I know, dummy, you're like my best friend." "See, Corbin," Madison smiled. "She's fine. She remembers everything from before and she's happy to leave that behind." "But we can still be friends," Piper said. "I know I've been absent but things are pretty crazy round the Alpha house these days." "Piper!" I shouted. "You've got to fight this!" "Corbin," Madison shook her head. "Don't be such a cliche."

My eyes were burning with the threat of tears.

"Now, about your blog," Madison said. "You can publish that article, I really don't give a shit. You see, Corbin, I think that you're under the false impression that you actually matter to me. Do you think I've been sitting around for the last few weeks planning my retaliation? I should be thanking you. If you hadn't sent Piper to spy on my party I never would have met my favorite slave. And of course, I have this now," Madison held up her phone to reveal the video of Tina that had instigated our meeting. "It's not hard to pull a video from Snapchat, Corbin. What does this look like to you, Piper?"

"Like Carpenter State's own social justice hero Corbin Arroyo brainwashed an innocent young girl," Piper replied. "I'm not a lawyer, Corbin," Madison said. "But I think they call that a smoking gun." "It hardly proves anything," I objected. "Yeah," Madison said. "I thought so too, but then...I found another girl. One who is willing to share the story of her harrowing escape from Corbin Arroyo's harem."

"It was horrible," Piper cried. Her face changed instantly from the permanently bubbly expression of an Alpha to the tortured face of a survivor. Tears welled up in her eyes. "I begged Corbin to let me go, but she said that...that..." "Go ahead, honey," Madison said, wrapping her arms around Piper sympathetically. "She said that I'd be begging her for more!" Piper burst into sobs.

"This is bullshit!" I cried. "Drama club," Piper smiled. "All four years of high school." "You're blackmailing me?"

Madison triumphantly downed the rest of her glass. "Take my advice, Corbin," Madison said. "Run. Because I don't need to trade Piper for shit. I'm gonna get Tina back. And I'll probably get you too. But if you don't leave me alone I'll take you to the Alphas tonight and fuck your head so bad you won't even know your own name."

When I stepped out of the bar I felt that familiar wave of dread rush over me and it took all of my power not to collapse in the parking lot. I was shaking too much to take a step, just frozen there in my place. I heard the bells chime again and turned around to see Piper. She walked quickly toward me and before I could say anything she pulled me into a kiss. I pulled her close to me. I wanted to pull her into me, to hide her away from Madison and protect her forever. But I knew that Piper had changed, and the confidence in her eyes when she pulled away conveyed something surprising. She was the one protecting me.

I opened my mouth to speak but she placed her index finger on my lips.

"I understand," Piper said. "But it's okay. I'm happy, Corbin."

I nodded, even though I didn't understand. Piper wiped the tears from my cheeks. "Okay," I said. "Okay."

And that was it. I drove away from the lot knowing that I had lost. I hadn't just lost the battle against Madison, but I'd lost the battle for Piper.

"What do you want, Tina?" I asked on the drive back to Mel's. "I just want to please you," she smiled. "No, not like...what do you really want, Tina? Outside of this...relationship."

Tina looked at me with empty, confused eyes. Then she said, "I guess...I just want people to like me." "I like you," I said quietly.

I glanced at the rear-view mirror and saw a pair of bright lights coming up on me fast. The whole car was soon illuminated by the lights. "Jesus," I mumbled. "Turn your goddamn brights off." But the driver didn't turn their brights off, and they didn't slow down either. My mind registered too late that we were being rammed. The F-150 crashed into the back of Jacob's car at full speed. My hands jerked the wheel but I couldn't regain control of the car before spinning into a telephone pole.

For a moment I sat there in my seat frozen, my head pounding. Then I turned to see if Tina was okay.

"Corbin!" Tina cried. "Corbin you're bleeding!"

I held my hand up to my head and felt the warm blood dripping down my forehead. "Yeah," I said. "I guess I am."

And that's when I lost consciousness.

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Captured: An Interlude

Originally published Dec 4, 2017 This series is being revised

THE STORY SO FAR...

With Piper now the loyal thrall of Madison Wells, Corbin drafts a plan to face Madison's army of brainwashed sorority sisters, but first she needs a soldier of her own. With Mel's help, Corbin moves Tina to the bedroom and uses Jacob's VR headset to reprogram Madison's loyal sister. He waits with Mel in the living room while Corbin conditions her new slave.

Tina looked at me through blank, docile eyes, her fierce hositlity sapped by Jacob’s virtual reality world. “Mistress?” she asked me with that bright Alpha smile. She had been in the simulation for at least an hour. Jacob explained that the brainwashing in the program was extremely limited. It lulled its viewers into obedient, suggestable states, but all the conditioning happened later.

My stomach lurched and I said, “Yes.”

She didn’t deserve this. Tina was an innocent victim of Madison’s war on the Greek community. I could have saved her. I should have saved her. But Piper was one of them now, and I had to do what I had to do. No more half measures.

Tina clung to Madison’s programming, fighting the simulation through three cycles. But the third time I removed the visor and I saw those eyes. I knew that she finally belonged to me. I began reinforcing her loyalty.

“There is only Corbin Arroyo,” she repeated. “Your truth is my truth, I live to obey you.”

“Please, Mistress Corbin,” she began to plead uninstructed, “Use me like one of Sister Madison’s toys!”

The memory was still fresh—that image of Piper in the locker room showers, choking moans of ecstasy, her mind completely surendered to the euphoria of animal indulgence. And here was Tina, another young, impressionable blonde. Maybe if she had discovered my blog like Piper had, maybe if she had reached out to me instead of the Alphas, maybe things would be diferent.

I tried to picture the Piper that I knew, but as Tina begged me for some sexual mandate, tugging at her bra straps, I could only remember the night on my couch. A bottle of vodka between us and nothing but bad ideas. “Corbin,” I could still hear Piper mewing my name as I fumbled with her belt buckle. I was thirsty for Piper. Her smell, her touch, her taste.

And Tina was thirsty for me. I could hear Jacob and Mel behind the bedroom door, their muffled voices carrying from the living room. They didn’t need to know.

My knee sunk down into the bed as I leaned in, placing a kiss on Tina’s soft lips. She belonged to me now. I had to claim her just like Madison had claimed Piper. When I leaned out I whispered, “Fuck me.”

No more half measures.

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Captured #6: Interview With a Slave

Originally published Sep 24, 2017 This series is being revised

"Oh, god..." I bit my lip to stifle a moan, and our captive Alpha took advantage of the moment of vulnerability.

"It doesn't matter who you are," she was deep into her praise of Alpha Queen Madison Wells, sharing all of the lewd details. She continued to speak even as I squirmed in my chair. "She just knows people. She'll read you. She learns more about you in one conversation than you've ever learned about yourself, all those years of soul searching in high school, it doesn't matter. You're an open book to her. She'll know your dreams, your fears...your kinks. And she knows how to use them to her advantage. She'll subvert you even before she puts you under. She has this way. Her presence, it consumes you. And you'll find yourself begging for it, to be rewritten."

"Yeah?" I asked through a heavy breath. "Oh yeah," the girl licked her lips, eyes fixated on my heaving breasts. My absentminded hand slipped passed the elastic in my shorts and began to work. "Tell me more..."

And she did. She told me that her name was Tina Kennedy, and she proudly declared, "I'm Madison's favorite."

Tina told me that she was a communications major, but she hadn't had much time to fret over school since falling in with the Alphas. She was from the other side of the country, and it was always her goal to pledge to a sorority. That was the easiest way to make friends as a stranger in a new town. Madison took her under, and soon she found herself sharing her most personal secrets with the upperclassman Alpha. "I didn't tell her everything at first," Tina said. "She googled me. Learned things. Things about my past, my family..." As she spoke, her voice seemed to trail off in thought, like a prophet sharing the word of god. Madison was just too powerful to speak of in one coherent sentence. "I wasn't angry, no...it made me feel special. Madison was my friend, and now that we were sharing our darkest secrets I knew that I'd found someone I could trust."

I wondered what kind of secrets Madison had shared with Tina to make her feel so safe. She played trombone in middle school? Listened to Train a little longer than anyone else?

"That was when she shared her vision with me," Tina sighed. "One united sorority. The Alphas, the Thetas, all of the other sororities together as one." "With Madison at the top of it all," I added. "Exactly," Tina smiled. "It was the role she was born to play."

Tina described Madison's vision in greater detail. It wasn't just a new super sorority, but an entire class system, where even the fraternities would play their own role as the servants for Madison's sisters. Retribution, Tina said, for the years of exploitation and abuse sorority sisters had faced at the hands of frat boys. Madison wasn't just taking over the Alpha Delta Theta sorority, she was declaring war on the whole damn Greek system.

"She started in our house," Tina continued. "With the Alpha's very own president. Penelope knew that Madison had an eye on her seat, so during elections last year Penelope made a bid to vote Madison out of her own position as vice president. The vote was unanimous, and Madison's star in the sorority plummeted. That's why she wanted to take Penelope first. It wasn't hard. A gift from Victoria's Secret, for being a loyal customer. I removed the Obedience tag and Penelope had no clue. With Penelope under our control, that made Madison effectively the president of the sorority. That was when she, through the help of Penelope, began making changes to the Alpha's hazing rituals."

"Forcing your pledges to wear Obedience lingerie, making them the personal slaves of the upperclassmen," I said. I hadn't forgotten how I'd come upon this story. The terrified young girl who'd escaped from the Alphas. The whole reason I'd lost Piper.

"It's amazing what people will do when you don't tell them it's wrong," Tina continued with a cruel grin. "The other girls, the upperclassmen, they're supposed to be leaders, they're supposed to take in the new girls, make the transition to college a little bit easier. But once we had freshman running around in their lingerie, all zonked out in their mindless pleasure, willing to do anything their sisters said...no one objected." "And while they were using the pledges as mindless maids, Madison was building an army of them in secret." "You catch on quick! Of course, the lingerie was very inefficient. It worked in a pinch, but Victoria's Secret isn't cheap. One set of Obedience will set you back ninety dollars, and sure the girls were happy to reimburse us once they were under but Madison needed something more reliable. So we started testing out the headset. Madison had some nerd wrapped around her finger," Jacob, of course. Ugh. "And I volunteered to try his tech. I thought Obedience was incredible, but the VR was a new level of immersion. It took me to a world where I wasn't just in the role of a slavegirl, I was a slavegirl. And Madison truly owned me. My whole reality changed, and I knew that I would belong to Madison forever."

"So Piper...she isn't just wearing hypnotic lingerie? Madison really fucked with her mind?" "Piper," Tina rolled her eyes. "Of course you'd bring her up." I gave her a confused look, and she scowled, "You don't have to pretend anymore, I know you don't really want Madison to brainwash you. You're public enemy number one, you wouldn't just walk into the Alpha house and surrender. You're a terrible actress, by the way, your hand isn't even moving."

"Could have said something," I grumbled, pulling my hand out of my pants. "I liked the act," Tina shrugged as best as she could tied to that chair. "Got me kinda hot." I continued my questioning, "Why did you come here?" "Cause," she said. "That friend of yours is the hot new commodity around the house. I...miss Madison. And I wanted to do something for her. I knew that Piper had a sexy roommate and I thought it might win me back some points if I presented her as a gift." "That's it? You're jealous?" "I was with Madison before anyone else. I've been loyal. When all the other Alphas had turned their back on her, conspired to force her out, I was there. I planted the lingerie that brainwashed Penelope, I volunteered to play guinea pig with the VR set."

"So why are you telling me all of this?" I asked. "You know I could put Madison on blast. This story goes up on my blog and her whole plan, her 'vision,' implodes."

Tina began to giggle and she said, "At this point, what does it matter? You're marked, Corbin. Whether you fight it or not, you will find yourself on your knees before her. You will beg for forgiveness, and when she opens her legs and you stare into her rose gold pussy you will open your mouth and taste her sweet fruit and all of your inhibitions will melt away." "You're sick, Tina," I said. "Your mind has been warped, and molded, and..." "Piper didn't fight it," Tina interjected. "When she saw my sisters, how happy we were in Madison's service, she begged Madison to make her like us." "Stop," I said. "I know that's not true." "She's a perfect little Alpha slut. I think she's had some practice. Did you teach her to eat pussy?"

And that's when I slapped her, one quick stroke across the cheek, enough to silence her. Though a sadistic smile defiantly remained.

As I stepped toward the door Tina echoed her empty threats, "You've been marked, Corbin. And Madison always gets what she wants."

As I stepped out of the kitchen, I was greeted by the surprised reactions of Jacob and Mel who quickly slid to opposite ends of the couch. "Heeey!" Jacob chirped. "How'd it go?"

I didn't answer, I needed a moment to clear my head, to think all of this over. I could tell the whole campus about the Alphas, but with Piper in her hands Madison had too many options for retribution. Tina believed Madison was capable of anything and I didn't want to know what that meant when she was wounded. "Jacob," I said. "You gave Madison the program she's using to brainwash students." "What?!" Mel gasped. "You're un-fucking-believable!" "I'm sorry!" he cried. "You haven't met her. She's...she's really persuasive." "I don't care," I said. "Can you get me a visor with the program?" "Yeah, but..." "Madison has an army," I interrupted. "A whole sorority of loyal slaves. If we're going to take her on, we're going to have to make an army of our own."

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Captured #5: Allies

Originally published Sep 10, 2017 This series is being revised

Mel jumped to her feet at the sound of rattling on her apartment door. She pumped the shotgun in her hands and with an amused eyebrow raised I said, "Ease up, cowboy. They won't make that much noise when they come back. I know that knock anyway." I nodded toward the kitchen and said, "I'll get the door. You check on our guest in there."

I found Jacob at the front door, thumbs locked tightly under his backpack straps. His gaze dropped to his shoes when I greeted him. "You took your goddamn time." "Bus ran late," he said. "What happened to the 'vette?" Jacob shrugged. "Not exactly a Corvette neighborhood."

I rolled my eyes and pulled him into the apartment. He set his backpack down on the couch and found a seat next to it. "Nice place," he lied. "It's a friend's," I replied. "I didn't bring you here to talk small." "Corbin," His eyes widened and he scooted to the edge of his seat. "I told you I can't talk about that. Even if I wanted to, I signed an NDA. If anything about Hypnotize Your Friends pops up on your blog they'll hit me with a—Jesus Christ!"

Mel had stepped through the kitchen's swinging door with her shotgun and she had it pointed at Jacob's head. He placed his hands flat down onto the coffee table. "Corbin," he yelped. "Why does your friend have a shotgun?" "More like an acquaintance," she said, adding another unnecessary pump. From the way Jacob was sweating, it was effective. "I've had a lot of unwelcome visitors today. Give me a reason not to shoot you."

Jacob took his eye off of the barrel of the gun just for a second to glance at me, those "don't let me die" eyes pulling hard on my heartstrings. "Relax, Mel. He's a friend." "She called me!" Jacob chirped. "She called me!" "Jacob Rothschild," I nodded at him, then to her. "Melanie Reyes."

Hesitation as Mel studied his face, then she dropped the gun casually down on the coffee table. "It's not even loaded," she mumbled. She said to me, "You told me not to trust anyone." "You're doing good," I smiled. "Excuse me for a second, Corb, but what the fuck?" Jacob cried. I pointed to the swinging door and said, "Have a look in the kitchen and then we'll talk."

Jacob rolled his head as he slouched his way to the door babbling to himself. "Have a look in the kitchen, don't mind the crazy babe with the gun. I swear to god if I get shot in the face..."

"If it wasn't loaded," I said to Mel after Jacob disappeared into the kitchen. "Why do you keep pumping it?" Mel shrugged. "It makes me feel powerful."

Jacob returned. "Okay, I'll bite," he said slowly. "Why do you have a girl tied up in there?"

We sat him down and Mel began her story.

"I don't know my roommate that well. We only met through Craigslist, and between softball practice, school, and my late nights at the Circle K—"

Okay, so it turns out that Mel is just the worst at telling stories. You know those people who can't get to the point? "I was at the store when 9/11 started. The milk had gone bad in the fridge but the supermarket was all out of whole milk and I don't like making omelettes with two percent," Like, fuck, we don't need to know every detail, lady. So yeah, Mel told Jacob all about how she landed in an apartment with Piper and didn't really notice when she went off the reservation until I started snooping around. Back to Mel.

"—so I snuck into Piper's room to see if she had a Carpenter State jersey or something. I know, ironic, a softball player with no team spirit. But the party's theme was specifically football and I certainly didn't want to be the girl who showed up in a catcher's mask and I would never go slutty cheerleader because that's condescending to myself, women, and cheerleaders. Did you know NFL cheerleaders don't make a full-time wage?" "I did not," Jacob shook his head. "Well," she held up her hands. "I won't even get started on that." Thank god. "So I go into Piper's room and BAM!" Mel smashed her fist into the coffee table hard enough to make us both jump. "She's there. She's got this big duffel bag and she's packing it wildly with panties and bras. I clear my throat and her head snaps in my direction and then..."

She had us on the edge of our seats now.

"She gives me air kisses. Weird shit, guys. By this point Corbin's already clued me in on the sorority shit. So I speak my mind about that, tell her that those girls are no good and she's better off making it through college on her own. That's what I did anyway. But she's not hearing it. She tries to convince me to join up with her, the whole time she has this crazy smile, like some kind of Stepford sister, y'know? But she's an adult, and she's free to make whatever dumbass decisions she wants. I didn't think much else of it until today."

"The girl in the kitchen?" Jacob asked.

She shook her head. "The girl in the kitchen came to my door. First she told me that she wanted to talk about animal rights. It's a rare day off for me and I really just want to get in my pajamas and watch Netflix, but I like dogs. So I invited her in. I offer her coffee and she follows me to the kitchen. I'm cleaning out the carafe and suddenly I'm being pulled backward into a headlock. She says, 'I'm taking you back to Madison,' but I'm not gonna let her take me anywhere without a fight, so we start bouncing around that tiny space between the sink and counter. I'm doing anything I can for leverage. I kick my feet up onto the countertop and she buckles under my weight. Now I've got her in a headlock and she passes out. That gives me enough time to tie her up and gag her."

"Looked like some legit work with the rope too," Jacob added. Mel wasn't impressed with the comment. "You know, one in four people are interested in bondage." The more I learned about Mel the more I wanted to be her. "One of the most common fetishes in the world," I said. "Not like mind control."

Jacob blushed. "So this sorority is brainwashing girls?" He looked to me, then Mel, then back to me. "What's that?" I asked. "What's what?" he repeated. "You're doing that thing. That darting your eyes thing." "That's just...my eyes," he stammered. "It's like lazy eye. Except the opposite. I have very active eyes." "Nope," I crossed my arms. "Any time you wanted to—do that thing," Mel's brow furrowed in interest. "Your eyes got all...shifty."

Jacob was now tapping his foot. "Okay!" he cried. "I went out with her, Madison. Just a couple times. We met on a dating app, but she never really seemed that interested me. She only cared about my business. Wanted to know how I'd come into so much money without a single major IP to my name. But I kinda got the feeling she already had the answer. I...told her about Hypnotize Your Friends." "Jesus Christ..." I breathed. "Wait," Mel interjected. "What is 'Hypnotize Your Friends?'" I sighed. "While everyone else was working their asses off for the future, genius here devoted his time at college to making a mind control app." "You what?!" Mel exclaimed. "It was just supposed to be like, a consensual thing!" Jacob cried. "But when I showed the app to my professor and it all just kinda got out of hand. Some lawyers show up offering me a ton of money for my research. So I sold the tech, signed an NDA and...just kind of been chilling ever since." "That tech," I said, "is in every commercial on TV. Do you think Victoria's Secret has their own scientists working on mind control bras? You gifted all the greedy businesses in the world the biggest breakthrough in advertising since supermodels in Super Bowl commercials. Congratulations, Jacob. You broke the world." "This is heavy shit," Mel buried her face in her hands.

"Why did she want to know about your app?" I asked. "She wanted me to make her something," he replied. "She wanted me to convert it to virtual reality. Not just pretty colors on a screen, but first person experiences. Not hypnotism...but real brainwashing. Serious CIA shit."

I needed time to think. To process everything I'd learned today. I excused myself and found a chair on the patio where I watched the last few minutes of sunlight slip through the trees on the horizon. It was beautiful, but I couldn't get the image of Piper bent over in the locker room showers out of my head. I didn't flinch at the sound of the glass door sliding open behind me. Mel took a seat in the chair next to me and she asked, "You smoke?"

"Not in a while," I replied quietly, still climbing out of my thoughts. She lit up, took a drag, and passed the joint to me. "Clear your head," she offered through a cough. I obliged. "Jacob's kind of a creep." "Where is he?" I asked. "Wanted to talk with our guest."

I exhaled deeply. "He's the closest thing I know to an expert on all of this. That's why I called him. He's not that bad." "Most guys aren't," she replied. "until they are." "I saw her today," I said. "I tracked her to football practice. She was in the locker room with a player. He was...he had her against the shower wall and they were..." "Fucking," she nodded her head in somber understanding. "I can't get her voice out of my head. Giggles muffled by moans, the way she begged him for more. It wasn't like her." I thought about the night we'd gotten drunk. How she'd rejected my advance. If I wasn't so scared in that locker room, I could have been horny. "Fuck," Mel replied. "I liked it when I was with Jacob.  That feeling when you're sitting there, totally conscious but waiting for someone else's command. Everything is so terminal. I miss a deadline, fail to turn in a paper and it could be the difference between an internship and...working at the Circle K. No offense."

Mel shrugged. I continued. "But when I was under it was like nothing mattered. And it's just nice to not worry for a minute. It was a bigger relief than booze or pot or even sex ever gave me." "Why'd you stop?" she asked. "I started writing," I shrugged. "Launched my blog, couldn't really justify what I was doing with Jacob anymore. But I still dream about it sometimes. And I'm scared that if Piper goes too long she won't just have dreams."

"Shut up!" Mel punched me in the shoulder with enough force to knock me out of my chair. "Y'know when you started coming around here, I actually went to your blog? I tore through that shit, and I couldn't believe it. You're strong, Corbin. You're like, Jennifer Lawrence strong female lead strong. Except everyone doesn't hate you now. You took on the football team. The fucking beating heart of this town. And you came out stronger. I know you're scared, but I also know that you're not gonna just sit around stargazing while Madison collects more girls for her sorority. You're gonna punch the bitch out, and then you're gonna take Piper back."

I smiled, wiped away my tears, then said, "Thanks, Mel."

When I returned inside I found Jacob back on the couch. I asked if he'd gotten anything out of our guest and he shrugged. "She's really fucked up. Madison's got her claws deep in her."

I found our captive guest in the kitchen, still tied to a chair in the corner of the room, a washcloth taped over her mouth. A gorgeous young blonde, just the type that Madison would treasure. "Listen," I whispered, dragging a stool from the counter over to face her at eye level. "My name is Corbin. I'm sure you've heard about me from Piper or Madison," Her eyes widened and her back stiffened at the mention of her mistress' name. "But what you haven't heard is that I've been under before. I know how good it feels to obey. To surrender your will to a dominant power. An alpha. I want to go back," I pulled at the tape around the girl's mouth. "I need to go back. Please...tell me about your mistress. Tell me about the awesome power of Sister Madison!"