After her final class, Amanda walked over to the food court so she could buy a bottle of water. She paid for it with her school card. The cashier told the brunette there was still a few dollars left on it so she also purchased a bag of pretzels. Heading back towards the apartments, a familiar voice intercepted and captured her attention.

“Amanda.”

Amanda immediately recognized the voice as that of Rob Park, star defensive back for the football team and president of the biggest fraternity on campus. There were only two frats on campus, but it was still the biggest.

Amanda pulled her ear buds out and, for reasons she didn’t comprehend or notice, lowered her eyes as she said hello to him. “Amanda,” Rob repeated, making sure, as Tim had advised, his voice sounded firm and commanding, “I need you to come with me to my room.”

An almost orgasmic sensation went through Amanda’s body before she could question his instruction. Without speaking, she nodded and fell in line behind him.

Walking next to him for about a mile, they went inside the fraternity and walked upstairs to his room. No one seemed to be around besides one other coed and a hung over male just getting out of bed. Rob opened his door and let her into the room. He shut and locked it behind them. The football star was nervous, but kept himself together and tried to remember everything Tim told him to try out.

“Sit down, Amanda.” He pointed to the bed.

Amanda followed his directive without a word, smiling at him as she put her hands on her lap and slowly crossed her shapely legs. Rob noticed that she seemed to be lost in deep thought, softly smiling, but the life in her eyes seemed to have been sucked out. The brunette continued to smile, waiting for his word. He couldn’t believe a dork like Tim had gotten this to really work.

“Amanda, I need you to do a few things for me.”

Amanda started to say something, but then tilted her head slightly and smiled again. “Alright.”

Rob stepped in front of her, eying the buxom airhead in front of him. “Amanda, take your top off,” he stated in a commanding voice, “but keep the bra on.”

Again, Amanda paused but then quietly slid her sweater up over her head and onto the bed. She shook out her hair, perfect breasts bouncing up and down. Legs slowly crossed one more time, the vapid, empty, smile returned to her face.

“Wow,” was all Rob could say as he stared at her chest. Amanda’s breasts were large but just sat there, no sag at all. “Do you work out, Amanda?”

“Yes, twice a week, Sir.” Amanda blinked a few times. Why did she call him Sir? Why didn’t it seem weird? The thought drifted away.

Rob could see where her body was toned and was impressed. Obviously, despite being a dimwitted party girl, she took her training seriously. “Amanda, please play with your left breast,” he commanded her authoritatively.

Amanda’s head tiled downward for a moment. Looking ever so slightly thoughtful, her right hand suddenly rose to knead her left breast. She ran her hand along the bottom of it, running it through her hand. This continued for about a minute before Rob commanded her to stop and she returned the hand to her lap, smiling again.

“Amanda, put your sweater back on.” Silently, she obeyed and returned to the position she had been sitting in. Unbuttoning his pants, Rob dropped his boxers down to reveal a large, hard, cock. Amanda moved towards him and knelt, rubbing a tan hand over the bottom half.

Rob shoved her to the side. “Did I say you could do that?”

Amanda realized that, no, he had not. She had been a bad girl. “S-sorry, Sir,” she replied, stiffening. The brunette returned to her previous position on the bed.

The star football player had a bit of a sadistic side in him. His sister was involved in the bondage scene and, while still in high school, he used to “borrow” many of her fanzines and books to read. It became quite the fetish for him. He smiled; this was going to be fun.

He reached his arm under Amanda’s and pulled the girl up. “Yeah, you are sorry, you fucking dumb bimbo. You will only speak when spoken to; I want you to just obey.” Amanda glanced down at the ground in difference, confused by the erotic sensation running through her body. “Now, take your clothes off.”

Amanda immediately complied, clothes falling onto the ground in front of her. She took off her heels and placed them next to the pile. Standing very tall, on the tips of her toes, and stiffly, she thrust her breasts outward to look at pleasing as possible.

“Now, bend over, NOW!” Rob commanded.

She complied immediately, bending over to touch her toes. A moment later, the brunette winced as her bottom was spanked. “You are a disobedient little whore and need to be punished.” He spanked her again and then yanked the girl upward by her hair. Rob tossed her across the room, slamming her against the wall. He inserted himself inside her and rammed in and out, fucking the girl senseless. Amanda stood there like a puppet, moaning and panting as he fucked her harder and harder. He came inside of her, pulled away, and watched the girl fall forward onto the floor from a pleasure overload.

Rob could not believe this was real. It was amazing; she did exactly as commanded. Convinced that all he had been told was true, he decided to let her go.

“Amanda, you have done well, you may go. Get dressed.”

She got up and turned to him, “thank you, Sir,” and quickly got dressed as commanded and went out the door, downstairs, and back out to the world outside. Rob ran over to the phone to call Tim and give him the good news.

Erica Adams sat on the steps of the Bartolli Building looking around for Amanda Carlson. Tim had sent her a text message early in the morning explaining that he needed Erica to give the test subject a dry run this afternoon. Although overjoyed that a subject had been acquired, it made her even happier to know it was Amanda. She hated that bitch’s guts, always giggling and fucking anything that moved. Bimbos like her gave young women like Erica a bad name. No wonder so many men treated women like a series of holes. In Erica’s eyes, brainwashing a girl like Amanda was doing the world a service; perfect, starved, hetronormative whores like her had made the dark haired girl’s life a nightmare since childhood. Years of name calling, scars on her legs and chest, and an eating disorder later she felt no sisterly empathy. Fuck them.

Nevertheless, she found Amanda’s perfect, patriarchy approved, hetronormaty very alluring. Erica had to face facts; she was primarily attracted to overly feminine young women. After waiting for twenty minutes Amanda was walking across a path towards her. Dressed to kill in a tight sweater and plaid skirt, Amanda was eroticism walking in her general direction. She squirmed a little, put her sunglasses back on, and began on an intercept course.

A few minutes passed before she caught up, “Hello, Amanda.”

Amanda turned around and saw the girl who had called her name; it took a moment before she remembered they were in the same math course, “Um, hey...Erica, right?”

Erica looked her up and down slowly and smiled, putting her hand on Amanda’s tanned and tone right arm. Biting her upper lip, but pleased Amanda did not flinch, she tried to make small talk. “Do you understand this bullshit we are doing in class? I can’t deal with Mrs. Henderson’s super happy, we are the world, shit anymore.”

Amanda smiled, moving her arm away. “Yep! A nice boy in our class helped me out; I think I am going to get an A on the take home test!”

Erica was getting more nervous. No one this attractive ever maintained a conversation with her on this campus. She had intended to keep the conversation going for a little longer, but decided to skip the pretense. No one was around; it was time to get this moving. “Well, that’s great, you’re so smart Amanda, and beautiful; you really are a pretty princess.”

Amanda suddenly went stiff and looked straight ahead. Hearing the preprogrammed trigger put her into a suggestive state where further programming would be easier. It was the deepest part of the programming Tim had put in so far. She would obey anyone who said the words “pretty princess” to her.

Seeing her stiffen and freeze in place nearly made Erica jump for joy. Realizing how corny that would look, she leaned in towards Amanda and whispered in her ear to follow; they were going for a ride. They drove quietly; Erica lived about five minutes away from campus. Amanda sat still with her hands in her lap, looking straight ahead. With her hair pulled back, her eyes looked larger than usual. Like an anime character. Erica yearned to keep her, program her more, make her fall in love, but, alas, Amanda was destined for someone else.

They pulled into the parking garage of Erica’s apartment building. She commanded Amanda to follow her upstairs. The brunette did so without a word, silently submitting to her controller. A few moments later, at the apartment’s door, Erica held it open for Amanda and allowed her to enter.

“Amanda,” the dark haired woman began, “can you sit down, please?”

The entranced girl sat down obediently, sitting in her usual crossed legs, hands in lap, style. Erica pulled a chair up to and sat down. “Amanda, listen to me very carefully. In a moment I am going to wake you up, but listen to my words. I am your friend Erica, we met in class, and we are hanging out today. You will answer any question I ask you and do anything I tell you to do without hesitation. When I snap my fingers you will wake up, knowing all of this to be Truth.”

Erica snapped her fingers and Amanda came to life, looking around at the unfamiliar setting. “Your apartment is nice, Erica, “she said, smiling at her new friend.

Erica leaned over and hugged her tightly, holding her close for a minute before letting go. “Thank you for coming over, I am so glad we are friends.” She took Amanda’s left hand in her own and squeezed it tight. The poor girl, god the fate that was to become her. Oh well. “Amanda, I have a question for you,” she asked quietly. “Have you ever kissed a girl before?”

Normally, Amanda would have found this line of questioning repulsive, but being her and Erica were such good friends now, she felt fine about it. “A few times,” she said before she could stop herself, “at parties to show off for boys. Betty and I made out a few weekends ago when we were really drunk for these guys on the team.” She paused, her eyes distant and staring at nothing. “...In high school, one of my friends kissed me one night while staying over. We ended up going at it for most of the night. In the morning, we promised to never tell anyone.”

Erica rolled her eyes. This was so typical for boring straight girls like Amanda. The only time they thought to act on their natural impulses to touch and kiss what they already had known all their lives was behind closed doors or as a circus show for frat boys. If only people would let each other do what they wanted.

She sighed and bit down on her lip again. “If you promised to never tell anyone, why are you telling me?”

“Because,” Amanda immediately answered, “I must answer all of your questions honestly and do as you say.” It didn’t sound strange when she said it out loud.

The dampness between Erica’s legs needed to be taken care of now. She hissed “pretty princess” and Amanda returned to her rigid state. “Amanda, while we are together, you are a lesbian. You have a crush on me and do not think I am attracted to you. If I were to kiss you, you would melt and do anything I said.”

Snap. Amanda came alive and sat smiling back at her. Erica wrapped her hand in Amanda’s again. “I have to make a confession,” she began nervously, “I had an ulterior motive for bringing you here today, Amanda.”

“Oh,” the bedazzled girl said quietly as she squeezed her hand back, “what do you mean?”

Erica took a deep breath, “Well, I think I have a crush on you, Amanda. You are really nice; such a sweet girl, and, I mean, yeah, you are definitely the sexiest girl on campus too. When you told me you liked girls the other day, I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

Before she considered when exactly she had confessed this, Amanda was overwhelmed by a series of subliminals in her mind which instructed her that she had a crush on Erica. The brunette leaned in and took Erica into her arms. “I like you too, Erica. You are very pretty and really curvy. If you dressed like me you’d be the hottest girl in school.”

Erica slightly pulled away, but then leaned in and kissed Amanda hard on the mouth. Amanda returned the favor after a moment and they made out for a few minutes. The hypnotized girl slid backward onto her back and allowed Erica to get on top of her body. The curvy young woman moaned as she pulled away, making her way up to Amanda’s head to kiss it, then turning her so she could kiss her right earlobe. She sucked on it hard, nibbling at the lobe, giving it a few licks and then sucking some more.

The neck was the next part Erica got to, kissing it all over and then pulling Amanda’s head back over so she could kiss her on the mouth again. She then bit down on her ear again, almost drawing blood. All Amanda could do to not scream out in ecstasy was whisper “don’t stop” in a screech. Erica did not. After nibbling at her ear for another minute she helped pull Amanda’s sweater above her head throwing over to the floor. Amanda was wearing a satin pink bra, which turned Erica on a lot. She took those D cup breasts in her hands and ran her hands over the nipples, which were rock hard at this point. Amanda leaned her hands backwards to un-cuff the bra, which slid off her flat tan stomach and to the floor before could either notice or care. Pinching them in between her fingers, she twisted and turned it, playing with them until they were huge, and turning red.

Erica then took a nipple in her mouth, sucking on it as Amanda had sucked on a cock earlier in the day. She sucked and licked it, listening in joy at Amanda whimper, and noticing her own fluids running down her leg. After a few minutes she made her way down Amanda’s stomach, noticing no visible tan lines anywhere and wishing she herself had the guts to tan naked, to be so at ease with her body. She kissed the stomach all over. Erica licked the ribs, kissed the belly button.

Eventually about twenty minutes later she had reached Amanda’s clit and had licked and kissed her box until Amanda screamed out and came all over the bed. Erica looked up at her and smiled, climbing back to the top of the bed to lie down in Amanda’s arms. They sat kissing for a minute before Amanda herself performed oral sex on Erica, making her orgasm not just once but twice.

After laying in each others arms for a half hour Erica rolled back on top of her lover and kissed her neck, “so just where did you learn to make me cum like that?”

Amanda smiled, taking one of Erica’s fingers and sticking it in her mouth, “well, that one night of lesbian love I had was very informative.”

Erica could only laugh and then kiss her more. Then suddenly an idea hit her like a freight train. She got a naughty smile on her face and told Amanda to wait quietly for her to come back.