The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

As with the aftermath of converting Zoe, there came a point in Alexa’s mutual fucking with Jessica and Emily where it seemed most of their attention had come to rest with each other, and that the two of them were more interested in expressing the devotion of friendship and acting out of their shared history together than they were interested in really doing anything with Alexa.

Alexa didn’t begrudge them this; she just accepted this was how things were, and like the last time, decided to leave them to each other’s attentions, and move on to her last conquest: Kasumi.

As she was on her way, she ran into Jamie, walking in the same direction. Jamie was a little ahead of her, and didn’t see Alexa right away, so Alexa had to call out to her.

Jamie turned when she heard her name, and waited for Alexa to arrive alongside her.

“Are you just on a walk, or are you going somewhere?” Alexa asked Jamie, once they were walking in parallel.

“I just saw Kara,” Jamie answered. “She still trusts me and thinks I’m her friend. She doesn’t suspect. How is your progress coming?”

“Great,” Alexa said, hoping Jamie would be proud of it. “I got Zoe and Jessica; I relied on Himiko and Emily to help me with it, but the only group member left to get is Kasumi, and that’s where I’m going now.”

Jamie nodded as if she’d been expecting something like this. “I was going to do Kasumi alone to help you out, but since you’re going that direction anyway, why don’t we take care of her together?”

Alexa was touched that Jamie was extending her this offer— including her, letting her be a part of making Kasumi Haigure— and she opened her mouth to tell Jamie this as they kept walking, but Jamie kept her eyes ahead, and reached to put a hand on Alexa’s shoulder without looking. “It’s okay, you don’t have to say it. I know.”

The rest of the walk was companionable, and they were soon standing on the other side of Kasumi’s door.

Jamie nodded at Alexa, and she was the one to knock.

“I know that’s you, Alexa,” Kasumi said, instead of offering any other kind of greeting. “You may as well just turn around and leave, because I’m not letting you in.”

Jamie opened her mouth, but before she could speak, Kasumi had pre-empted her.

“I know you’re there too, Jamie. And Kara may not suspect you, but I do. It’s just too neat and convenient that two members of our group are Haigure now. I’m sure you were there helping Alexa; one against one, Isabel could have gotten away from her— you’re the missing explanation, and I haven’t told Kara my suspicions yet, but I will. So you don’t need to waste your time, because I don’t trust either of you, and I’m not going to let you inside.”

Jamie’s brow was furrowed, but Alexa had already thought of a possible point of entry. Maybe the two other conversions she’d participated in had given her a slight amount of skill for this, because when she spoke it was with certain confidence. “You’re right, Kasumi— I was a part of converting Isabel, and Barbara, and Jamie was there too. But we’ve converted everyone else, except you. Isabel, Barbara, you already know about them, but I’ve just come from converting Zoe and Jessica as well. You’re the only one left, Kasumi. So you might as well let us in— there’s no point in holding out just to be alone. You’re just one person. You couldn’t possibly hope to challenge Haigure all on your own.”

Kasumi fell into a thoughtful silence. “I’m not just one person, completely all on my own. Kara is still unconverted. So there’s two of us— and I’ll tell her what you’ve confessed to me. Jamie, you should be filled with shame for what you’ve done— but I’m not going to let you in.”

“We’ll get you, and then we’ll get Kara,” Alexa said. “Just let us in and except the inevitable.”

Kasumi entered another contemplative silence— then she opened the door.

“I just talked to Kara, you know. She said Isabel and Barbara tried to seduce her, but she let them try, and when they still couldn’t, eventually they left and gave up. So I’ll let you in, you can try, I’ll still hold out, and when you see that you can’t get me, eventually you’ll have to leave and give up too.”

She stepped back and let them enter her dormroom’s living area Alexa only felt a twinge of jealousy in hearing that Kara had been approached by Isabel and Barbara; she also felt a little pride at the fact that Kara had not succumbed to them, but held out so long that they’d had to give up and leave. She could just allow herself to hope— just a little— that Kara had done that because of her, because she wanted Alexa to be there, a participant in her final conversion; mostly she was glad that Kara and Kasumi had talked even just moments ago, because here was a clear frame which would allow Alexa and Jamie to get Kasumi.

It was particularly helpful, because it seemed like Kasumi’s guard was dropped. She believed she would be immune to whatever they could do to her, so she wasn’t actively trying to resist them. Just as they believed her conversion was a foregone conclusion, she believed her successful resistance was a foregone conclusion. Which was what gave them their best opportunity; she would go along with them, just trying to wait them out, and as long as they could find a way to actively make her want to give in, they could get her to succumb as Kara had not. Kasumi might have been just as stubborn as Kara— or more— but Kara’s strength was that she’d lost everything, and there was nothing she wanted, outside of her temptation for Haigure. But Kasumi’s life hadn’t fallen apart like Kara’s had; and there might be things she wanted apart from Haigure which would lead her to accepting it.

Kasumi had come to stand near the table in her kitchen, and when Jamie and Alexa got to her, Alexa was the one to take the initiative ahead of Jamie. Jamie let her— and Alexa shifted Kasumi back lying across the table, and leaned across her body. She started kissing her.

Kasumi was not outwardly resistive, but there was something steel-steady inside of her that Alexa knew would be hard to convince; but Kasumi’s lips tasted good to kiss, and they felt good against her own— and it was nice to be kissing someone.

It felt like it had been a long time for her, whether it had been or not, and she was fully savoring the experience. Kasumi went along with it— accepting it, tolerating, doing a bare minimum— but not putting herself into it at all. Showing that she could go all the way along with this, and withstand— that she could go through the entire experience and at the end still be free, leaving Jamie and Alexa to walk off disappointing.

Again this encouraged Alexa— it meant Kasumi thought her defences were infallible. She kissed Kasumi harder, and Kasumi let her go on with it— Alexa stroked Kasumi’s face, and Kasumi showed no investment in what was going on, but Alexa felt emboldened enough to continue. So far, Jamie was standing and watching Alexa; not intervening. It felt like vindication of all Alexa had done— she was good enough now to do this uninterfered with by Jamie or what she thought, or how she imagined it should happen.

Jamie had stepped closer to the table, though. Sometimes, Alexa was stroking Kasumi slowly on her right cheek, but when she did, sometimes Jamie’s hand would lower, too, and stroke Kasumi slowly on the left cheek in tandem.

Kasumi stayed icy to them both as ever— but Alexa wasn’t in any rush. Kissing Kasumi was nice— she could do it for hours, and since everyone else was already converted, she really could take her time. There was no one else getting away from them, no one else they hadn’t gotten to. That meant Alexa could completely focus on Kasumi, and on enjoying kissing her. Everything else had cleared out of her way; this could consume all of her attention.

She kissed Kasumi with even more dedication, making subtle shifts of her mouth and lips with it.

Alexa was startled, in her kissing, when she felt something brushing against her labia. She realized that it was Jamie’s hand after concentrating pretty hard for a few seconds— Jamie was stroking and petting over her, and that touch was getting into her body, and getting deeper than that, getting into her and coming out in the kiss she was putting on Kasumi’s lips.

Kasumi’s lips stayed tolerant, but Alexa was kissing her differently. She was pulling on Kasumi’s lips with her own, and licking anywhere she could touch her tongue. When she moved her mouth like that, she simultaneously rocked her hips back, and Jamie rewarded her by giving her a more dragging touch. Jamie put the right moves into her by petting her, and then Alexa kissed them on Kasumi’s lips.

She was starting to get a hum of heat out of her leotard, too. It was simmering over her skin, and that was putting other things in her to carry out; when she felt that buzz, it made her twist her tongue around Kasumi’s, and that finally prompted Kasumi to respond a little bit. It was the first reaction Kasumi had had, and when Alexa twisted her tongue with Kasumi’s, Kasumi made a little sound, so soft it might have only been an exhale of air, or it might not have been there at all— and she opened her mouth just a little further; inviting Alexa in as much as she could; and Alexa accepted the invitation eagerly.

She pressed her lips firmer into Kasumi’s, allowing to push her tongue deeper into Kasumi’s mouth, licking along the surface of her tongue, pressing them flat to flat, and then twisting her tongue around Kasumi’s again, licking along the side of it. Kasumi couldn’t open her mouth any farther— and Alexa had her tongue fully extended, she couldn’t get it in any deeper. She’d have to make Kasumi react again some other way.

The fire inspired by her leotard was only growing in heat; and it had her doing little flicks against Kasumi’s tongue tip with the tongue of her own; every time she appreciated the taste of Kasumi’s mouth more than the time previously.

Despite the fact that Kasumi had opened her mouth further, and let Alexa in deeper, she still wasn’t given any reactions beyond that. But Alexa’s leotard had the capacity to control more than just her mouth. Another pulse of it and it had her hand moving, finding Kasumi’s left nipple through the fake leotard fabric which was incapable of giving any response on its own to Alexa’s touch.

Alexa ignored that, though it irked her, and was relieved to find Kasumi’s nipples hard. She was at least a little turned on then, which meant she had to be at least a little tempted; Alexa focused on the promise of that, and started rhythmically pinching the nipple she held in time with the flicking of her tongue to Kasumi’s. She only realized that then, Jamie’s hand was moving to the same tempo.

Everything was synchronized, running her.

“Do something with your hands, Kasumi,” Jamie encouraged, since her mouth was still free, and Alexa’s was still kissing. “I bet when Isabel and Barbara had Kara in place, Kara was touching them back to go along with it.”

Kasumi hesitated, but it only took a few more seconds of Alexa kissing her for Kasumi to decide she wanted to take the suggestion. This was a good sign too; she was pliant enough to do as Jamie said, and listen to her. Alexa hoped that meant she was even more tempted than she’d been before. There was no better feedback to use.

But Kasumi put her hands in Alexa’s short, brown hair— and she was twisting her hands through it, even when she held her jaw steady and still. Her face was implacable, and there was no movement in; she was just keeping her mouth open and letting Alexa into it, but now her hands were a source of constant movement, and they kept twisting and fisting in Alexa’s hair, giving away desperation that Kasumi showed nowhere else. It was like she was trying to hold Alexa closer to her, like she was silently begging her with her hands for more. Alexa wanted to give it to her; and she rolled her head on her neck, kissing Kasumi around, on the sides of her mouth, to the corner, back square in the center; in this circular motion, she matched with her hand, changing from a pinch of Kasumi’s nipple to a roll. She rolled and kissed a circle — and Jamie was swirling her hand in Alexa’s nethers to match to that.

“Do something more than that, Kasumi,” Jamie said again. “Something more sexual. Why don’t you come down here and feel how wet Alexa is?”

Jamie didn’t give Kasumi the time to decide on this. She had reached up with her other hand and taken Kasumi’s hand in it, and then carried it back down between Alexa’s thighs— she held it to Alexa, and then Kasumi seemed to find it natural to stroke; she stroked in the middle of Alexa’s pussy, but Jamie kept touching her too, stroking to either side of Kasumi’s path. Then Kasumi rolled her thumb to the underside of her middle finger, and dragged that joining up and down, along the center— it was a strange sensation, but it was novel— and after a second of reflection on it, sometimes feeling the back of a nail, or the back of a finger, Alexa decided she liked it.

She rocked herself with both touches she was getting; that thumb and middle finger drag, then stroking with individual fingers, using both her hands to line the edges of Alexa’s lips; and it felt like her leotard had caught flame; she felt her vagina widening open; she was leaking all over the three hands that were down touching her, but she had never faltered in the kissing she was doing with Kasumi— licking her tongue in the middle of Kasumi’s mouth, and sometimes dragging her teeth in Kasumi’s lips when they rested against.

“Your other hand too, Kasumi,” Jamie next suggested— and then Kasumi’s hand came up to Alexa’s breast— they were touching each other mirrored; Alexa on Kasumi’s left breast, and Kasumi on Alexa’s left breast, and when Kasumi started squeezing and rolling the entire mound of it, Alexa started doing the same— Alexa felt herself losing her identity again for a minute; Kasumi was touching her but Alexa was touching her in exactly the same way, at least from the waist up— Alexa couldn’t tell if she was Kasumi or herself— but when she let her attention catch on the touching to her vagina, it helped her recenter in herself. No one was touching Kasumi the way they were touching Alexa.

Maybe they should be, Alexa thought; she put her other hand down to Kasumi’s pussy and tried the trick Kasumi was using on her. Thumb pressed to middle finger, the two joined and dragging in Kasumi’s center. Kasumi shuddered on that touch— and Alexa wondered for the first time if Kasumi was using a masturbation trick she favored on Alexa. If she was, it was a useful trick to know, and the more she did it as she kept squeezing Kasumi’s breast like Kasumi squeezed hers— Kasumi seemed to become more and more responsive, squirming into the kiss, her hands stuttering up against Alexa’s body like she was forgetting how to keep going consistently every few moments, like she kept getting distracted and then distracted again after that. Kasumi had to be tempted.

Then Kasumi broke the lip seal she had going with Alexa’s mouth. She pulled back, smiled to herself and said: “I’m still not even close to giving in.”

That disappointed all of Alexa’s hopes, but Kasumi kept talking. “I could keep this up with both of you all day long, and still keep from surrendering. I can follow your direct orders, and I still won’t be any closer to putting on a leotard. I really can hold out forever— just like Kara. So are you ready to give up and leave me alone now?”

Jamie was still touching Alexa, and Alexa still touching Kasumi, though she’d stopped kissing her for a minute. She was disappointed, but felt what Kasumi had said was important. She thought over it again; just like Kara. Just like Kara... she drifted into the feeling of getting touched, and having her breast twisted around.

It was Kasumi saying, “just like Kara,” that had done it for Alexa— she pulled back from what she was doing, even as Kasumi and Jamie kept going with what they were in the midst of, and looked at Kasumi, and she saw.

Kasumi liked Kara.

It was so obvious, now that Alexa thought about it, she didn’t know how she’d failed to see it before. And once she would have been jealous… but now that she was Haigure, she could only be glad there was more love in the world— and especially in this particular case, because it was Kasumi liking Kara that could probably get her to come to Haigure in the end.

Alexa felt a little bad for Kasumi, actually. Kasumi liked Kara, and Kara actually was a lesbian— it wasn’t like Kasumi was crushing on a straight girl; Alexa had been in her share of those situations, so had Kara, and Alexa assumed Kasumi had experienced that too— but Kasumi actually knew Kara was capable of liking girls, had liked her, and had never acted on it.

Just because her orientation was compatible with Kara’s hadn’t meant anything could happen between them. And just in general, if anyone’s orientation was compatible with anyone else’s, it was no guarantee either. Alexa wondered how long Kasumi had been liking Kara and keeping it to herself; she’d been with Kara for a while herself, but even when she and Kara had started going out, Kasumi had already been Kara’s life. She’d been single at that time, and Kara had been single before Alexa.

During that time, Kasumi could have done something about it; she’d known Kara was a lesbian, Kara had always been open about her orientation— but nothing had ever happened between them— maybe Kasumi had worried about risking the friendship? Or maybe she’d worried about making Kara feel uncomfortable if Kara didn’t have a mutual interest in her? Maybe the situation had just been too complicated, from Kasumi’s perspective, but whatever the reason, she’d done nothing, and it must have seemed like, to Kasumi, that nothing ever would happen.

But she’d been wrong about that— and Alexa was going to tell her all about it.

“You like Kara, don’t you Kasumi?”

Kasumi froze; she’d stopped touching Alexa; and Jamie stopped touching Alexa too. Her hands trailed to Kasumi’s body instead, and started pulling at her vaginal lips, while Kasumi held still. Alexa had finally gotten Kasumi to react, gotten Kasumi to emote. She was wearing a look of shock, and Alexa had put it there by asking that question.

“You can admit it to me,” Alexa encouraged. “I’m not upset about it. Kara’s a very attractive person and she’s got a lot of good qualities. It’s why I’m in love with her— but you’re not in love, are you? You’ve just got a crush.”

Kasumi hesitated again, then nodded her head. “I’ve got a crush on her,” Kasumi continued. “I’ve liked her for a long time; I don’t think I could fall in love with her unless we were in something mutually together, and in something like that for a while. But I still like her… think she’s pretty… think she’s cool... think she’s cute… but she’s with you, and I’ve always accepted that.”

Alexa had known Kasumi would say this, or something like this, so she gave her a smile to signal her acceptance of what she’d just heard. “It doesn’t matter why you didn’t act on your crush before, when you had the chance and both of you were still single. Because I don’t think you understand… you can still have Kara now— now you can have her after all.”

Kasumi’s face shifted into a confused expression, but she didn’t actually phrase the question plaguing her.

“Just become Haigure, Kasumi— you’ll be Haigure, and Kara will be Haigure, and just like everyone else who is Haigure, you’ll love each other— just like you’ll love everyone, and you’ll love the entire world. And to express that love, whenever you want, you and Kara can fuck together; and kiss; and walk hand in hand. All Haigure is is loving everyone around you, whenever, all day and every day; and if you and Kara are in Haigure, then it means loving each other too. Maybe you can fall into something mutual with her that way— maybe fall in love with her through Haigure, like all Haigure-ites love everyone else.”

Kasumi’s pat rebuttals and deflections had not come this time. She was working it over in her mind, considering the possibility, considering the idea of finally being able to be with Kara after all this time.

Jamie had switched from pulling at Kasumi’s vaginal lips in pinches and tugs to carefully tracing the rounding of her entrance’s hole. She was making no approach to penetrate, just circling, as indeed Kasumi’s mind must have been circling the idea of what Alexa had suggested to her.

“You want Kara, don’t you?” Alexa tried again. She had her hands resting on Kasumi’s upper thighs, and she was leaning on them for support.

“You’ve wanted her for a long time— you could finally find out what it felt like to have sex with her. It wouldn’t have to be something you wondered about anymore. And you wouldn’t have to be alone anymore. You’re tired of being single, right? Well, Haigure is like being in a relationship with everyone, all the time— you’ll never be alone again, and you’ll even be together with Kara, the way you’ll be with everyone else too… you can have her. All it takes is a little concession, a concession that isn’t even really a concession because it feels so good it turns out to be a gift instead.”

Kasumi frowned. “But Kara isn’t Haigure yet— and to be Haigure I’ve got to give up— I’ve got to give up a lot… and I don’t… I’ll have to be a slave to something, I’ll have to give up my free will forever. That’s not… something to do lightly… it’s not something I… want…” She kept seeming to hesitate again when Jamie traced her opening again.

“And to do it for something that’s not even guaranteed. Kara’s more stubborn than me. I have something that makes me… want to seriously consider this, but she’s got nothing left…”

Alexa knew, privately, that with Kasumi’s surrender, everyone Kara had been trying to protect would be gone, and that would make Kara ready to give in. But she didn’t need to say this to Kasumi, so all she said instead was, “I know what I’m doing. You don’t need to worry about that. All you need to do is become Haigure— Kara will be Haigure soon, too, and then everything I’ve said to you can happen.”

Kasumi wavered on the brink; and Alexa tried one more time.

“Just think of it,” Alexa pressed. “Think of doing what we’ve done with you, but with Kara. The two of you alone… touching each other… kissing, licking and fucking, touching Kara’s pussy. Fucking Kara is very satisfying; I’m sure you’ll find that’s the case, too… don’t you want to try it for yourself? Don’t you want to just give in?”

Kasumi drew in a deep breath— and then let it out in a shaky exhale, her shoulders falling with the expulsion of her breath.

“I’m thinking of it,” Kasumi said, ruefully. “She would be… good…” now her breathing was heavy; and Jamie was tracing her hole with two fingers instead of one. “I’m thinking of it, and she would be... so fully present, and her body is... it would feel so good... I just wish... I...”

Kasumi sighed one more time. “I’ll do it,” she said. “I’ll do it, I’ll be Haigure. I want Kara... I’ll do it...”

Alexa smiled to herself. She’d thought that would finally be the thing to work. She’d interpreted the situation correctly, and now her body knew where she needed to go. She was up and walking; into the closet near the entrance to Kasumi’s dorm room door. She reached back behind some of the clothes near the front; so many clothes that never needed to be worn, not since Kasumi had put on the fake leotard, and especially not now that she was going to put the real one on, and wear it for the rest of her life.

Jamie had stashed it back here, slung over a hanger, and Alexa reached back and took hold of it. It sparked her full of pleasure when she touched it.

Alexa presented Kasumi with her leotard, which was forest green in color, and Kasumi put it on like she was slipping back on the covering of her skin; as if she had somehow been wrongly separated from it, and able to live without it— but had been too naked alone from it, and was only now coming back to being whole as she was putting her skin back on.

Once she had it on, she straightened in place where she was standing, as if presenting her leotard for the viewing of the other two Haigure-ites. Otherwise, she was just really proud of it, and didn’t care who was looking at her.

She had reason to be proud— she looked very good in it. Every Haigure-ite always looked good in their leotards, as each one was specifically tailor-made for its wearer, but in wearing hers, Kasumi somehow had just a little bit of a sparkle about her.

Alexa couldn’t decide what it was about it that suited Kasumi best, but it was the kind of mystery she thought would be fun to try and spend a few minutes on solving. It might have been Kasumi’s hair— which was long, and dark; and long and dark looked good next to a color reminiscent of deep forest. Long and dark, like a fallen log that might be found in such a forest; or long and dark, like the shadows cast by the trees in sunlight; or long and dark, like the nighttime shadows that would wash over everything in such woods as that green of the leotard remembered.

Or maybe it was Kasumi’s eyes— they were a deep color too, a true chestnut brown, such as it was rare to see. Chestnut brown like tree trunks in woods like that; or chestnut brown like tree branches, whether struck by lightning and fallen, or still on the tree; the darkness of her hair, of those eyes, it was perfectly matched by that green. No other color could have fit with it better, it was actually impossible to accept that something could ever match that well; that a match like that could be lucky enough to happen, especially after seeing Kasumi in the black leotard which had just watched her out, and hadn’t been suited to her at all.

Or maybe it was Kasumi’s litheness; every limb, her entire body as willow as what might be found in a glen of trees; and the leotard hugged around her bendy body, reaching up, like branches for the sky; like a wood nymph— that might have been it.

Of course, unlike many of the other takedowners who Alexa had had the luxury of admiring in their leotards, Kasumi’s breasts were small A-cups, so there was no sideboob to be seen. They were just two little bumps, covered entirely by leotard fabric. But that must have felt incredible for Kasumi— to be entirely encased at that point on herself.

Or it just might have been the way Kasumi’s light tan touched the green that sat over it; Alexa still hadn’t quite pinpointed the source of the magic, but it was there. It was ephemeral, but there was so much suggested by the leotard’s coloring, by its form, and Kasumi’s body expanded on each of these suggestions so very perfectly.

The best to see was Kasumi’s pussy, peeking out at the base of the leotard, where it ended about Kasumi’s hips. Kasumi kept a trimmed bush, and with such dark hair, the same as on her head, against a black leotard it had been hard to sort that hair out from the fabric overhanging it. But against a green backdrop it was an easy identification to make, and unlike the imagined case, where Kasumi didn’t trim herself at all, in which her pubic hair would have seemed like wild forest bramble, the dark trimmed hair was instead like neat forest grass, perhaps overshadowed by the fall of a night with no moon, but still neat grass all the same.

It was nice to see something short and kempt after seeing hair so long and a bit flyaway, where it came out of Kasumi’s head.

Alexa was grateful that Kasumi kept herself trimmed, after all. There was no hair in the way of looking at her— she could see Kasumi’s pussy in easy observation; wet… so slick, and there was still more trickling out of it; every now and then, it almost look like her opening was twitching, as if she was wishing for the penetration that Jamie had never given her before when she’d only teased at it.

“There,” Alexa commented. “Now as soon as Kara becomes Haigure, you can have her just as I’ve promised.”

Kasumi’s eyes lit up at the idea; but it was clear she did not want to wait so long before having any kind of sex again. She was eager now; and Kasumi had been their last one to convert. Alexa might have to slip away a little early… she had one last thing in mind to do… and something unexpected might come up and call Jamie away, but until that happened, the two of them were free to enjoy themselves with Kasumi.

And Kasumi looked like she very much wanted them too.

Alexa had been getting the most contact with Kasumi before, so it only seemed fair to let Jamie have a turn where she was the one who could give her total attention to her.

She let Jamie step around in front of Kasumi, and press up against her— Jamie pretty easily started grinding her pussy into Kasumi’s, and Kasumi ground down back. The two of them moved more quickly as they went on moving together; and then they were grinding their breasts together; and this time, Kasumi was the one to kiss Jamie first. This was satisfying to Alexa to see, since Kasumi had only just barely been tolerating the kisses Alexa had been giving to her in the time that she’d been giving them. To go from that to seeing Kasumi initiate an eager and passionate kiss was a very satisfying thing to see.

Alexa let the two of them keep grinding together, only moved herself so she could reach along to petting down both sides of their bodies, where her hand could fit; using both hands at once, touching them both at once, just to feel them, just to feel that she was a part, too, in what was happening.

It was pleasurable to get to feel their leotards in these progressive passes of her hands. They both responded to her, like all leotards always did, but there was a different quality to each leotard’s spark of recognition, which she was only realizing just now that she was touching two at once. And she was only getting them every few pass. As the leotards covered a slave’s front, and then slanted down to finally leaving their backs completely naked, there was a point on the side were the leotard was sloping down to disappear, but it was still there; and sometimes Alexa managed to stroke on a place where there was still fabric, and sometimes she only managed to stroke at a place where there was skin, but both felt good under her hands.

And when she got both leotards in contact with her at once, she felt Jamie’s spark her, with connotations of redness; bright, impossible to ignore or overlook, hot in a way that distinctly different from a leotard’s usual heat. Or Kasumi’s, which gave her something more muted, more twisting and turning, like lost pathways in a wood that lead to places unknown. Each kind of burning was so pleasant, Alexa couldn’t help but revel in what she felt as she kept up touching them. It had been work well done, converting all the takedowners, of which Kasumi was the last, and had in some way been the most difficult.

This felt like Alexa’s reward; though the greatest reward would come next, in finally getting Kara. But this was a reward too, if a lesser one; to feel the sear of Jamie’s red, to feel the winding and leading forward of Kasumi’s green. Both of Alexa’s hands were humming, and here own leotard burned into her body, with a connotation of its own she was just now noticing. It felt like the burning of the sun, or the beaming of its rays; and all kinds of leotard-given attention Alexa was getting were equally satisfying, and all in their own ways. Alexa loved feeling that.

Kara was alone in her dorm room, Barbara and Isabella having just left her there. She was glad they were gone, and there was no further threat facing her from them. But that was about the only thing she could feel any kind of gladness about. Her sister was still Haigure— her mother was still Haigure— her girlfriend was Haigure— her oldest friend was Haigure, and now her second oldest friend was too, and she’d just left with Isabel. It was a lot to be sad about; she’d already had so much grief for her family, but then even more reasons to grieve had been piled onto her, like life itself was reveling in stripping her of happiness.

It wasn’t just that she’d lost Barbara to Haigure, the last distant link to her past. It was that she had actually warned Barbara; she had done everything she could to get to Barbara in time, and she had actually reached her— and still, when Alexa had gone for Barbara, Barbara hadn’t been able to keep her out. Barbara had let her in, and Alexa had converted her. It was getting harder for her; to keep warning people, to keep trying to save them, only for them to fall into danger anyway.

Why did she ever try to help anyone? Why did she ever try to get anyone to listen to her? It never made a difference, anyway. In the end, she lost everyone and there was no way to hold onto them. She felt like giving up on all social interaction forever— she felt like just staying shut up inside this room instead, never speaking to anyone again.

She just couldn’t keep herself from thinking about it. Barbara going off with Isabel, maybe even Barbara going off by herself— wearing that leotard Kara had just seen her in. She thought of Barbara, with all the other Haigure-ites out there she might run into. Thought of her frolicking with them; fucking them on campus lawns or up against the walls of campus halls… what she thought of was quickly shifting from anger and angst to half-arousal. Her temptation toward Haigure got mixed up in everything else; she couldn’t even grieve properly, because even in thinking of her mother or sister, there was a temptation to think lustfully, and to masturbate to it. Even now, when she thought of what it had felt like to go over to her house and find her sister converted, she only wished, still, that she hadn’t been saved by Jessica arriving with Zoe.

And thinking of Barbara now, she couldn’t help feeling it was an arousing picture; Barbara entangled with any number of other Haigure slaves, and enjoying herself… Kara was thinking of it with partial jealousy, even… wishing she could be a Haigure slave, among other Haigure slaves. Wishing to frolic, or to fuck; to be the one on campus lawns, or up against campus walls… if only she had been a slave when Isabel had had her pinned up against a wall before, it seemed like all she wanted.

She took her mind back from the jealousy, and took it back from the attraction. She could be angry at Haigure again: the way it mixed itself up inside of everything; the way it took everything over, the way that even her own emotions couldn’t be left to her in the state they were. Haigure had to interfere even there, and twist them through with lust, even when they otherwise had nothing to do with that emotion. She hated Haigure. She hated it so much she thought she might actually love it— and the belief in her hate for it was only denial, or self-protection.

She just found it hard to accept that Barbara was Haigure now, even though she had seen the proof of that just moments before. Barbara was Haigure, and the free version of her friend, that self of hers, was gone forever— she would never come back, it was one more person Kara had lost, one more thing Kara had lost, and Kara had lost so much.

She missed the Barbara who had been her friend, and who had not been Haigure— she wished she could talk to that person, even though that person was dead forever. She couldn’t speak to her, or see her. That instance of Barbara had disappeared, never to come back. It was something that probably needed grieving too, but Kara knew she just didn’t have the energy for another process of grief. She didn’t have a friend like Barbara to call and to talk to about this, about how much it No, she didn’t have a friend like Barbara… but she still had a friend like Jamie. Jamie— Kara’s mind settled on her. Thinking of calling any other takedown friend was out of the question; Kara was feeling just pessimistic enough to believe anyone else she called would already have been converted. She was pessimistic enough to believe that she was only the person left on campus who wasn’t Haigure— apart from Jamie— Jamie was the only one Kara was sure about, the only friend she had left who she knew would never give into conversion.

Jamie knew how Kara was hurting about all this— and Jamie would just never betray her that way. So Jamie was the one she could call— she wanted to hear her voice— she wanted a listening ear, someone she could pour all her pain out for. Jamie was still her friend— Jamie had told Kara she would always be there for her, would always be there to support her. Jamie had told her that— and Kara believed her. Kara could trust Jamie— even if Jamie was the only person left in the world that she could trust. So Jamie was the one she was going to call.

Still sitting on the couch, Kara took her cellphone from off the coffee table in front, and she quickly selected Jamie’s contact, and tapped the phone icon to make the call.

But Kara barely had time to let the phone ring once after tapping the icon, because the door to her dormroom was opening, and Jamie was entering through it, as if she had known telepathically that Kara would need her. That went beyond being a true friend; that was like being some kind of... magical friend. But whatever the reason for the serendipity, Kara was glad for it, because she really needed Jamie just then.

Jamie hadn’t knocked on the door; the first significator of her presence had been the turning of the doorknob.

The door had opened successfully because Kara had not bothered to get up off the couch to lock the door behind Barbara and Isabel when they had left. She hadn’t felt like doing anything, apart from sitting despondently on the couch, and so that meant that the door had been left unlocked for Jamie to enter through.

Kara was grateful things had worked out this way, actually, because she wouldn’t have felt like doing anything resembling getting up and walking over the door to open it if Jamie had knocked; not even for Jamie.

She imagined Jamie would forgive her for that, if she knew about it. After all, this was Jamie— her friend.

Kara smiled when Jamie came to stand across from the couch; happy to see her. Especially happy to see what she’d been expecting: Jamie was wearing the same black leotard Kara had on too; Alexa hadn’t gotten to her.

Kara was smiling at Jamie, but Jamie didn’t smile back. She wore a look of true urgency on her face, and her fists were balled at her sides.

“Kara,” she said. “Come with me quickly; I’ve thought of a plan to stop the cult; but we have to go now.”

That was such a beautiful, optimistic idea; and Jamie’s expression was truly urgent, and excited. Kara really believed that she’d come up with the plan she’d claimed she had.

“Let’s go,” Kara said, matching Jamie’s eagerness, and she stood from the couch. The two of them rushed from her dorm together.

They were across campus; they were to the building that the Haigure club ran themselves out of; Kara found this sensible: if Jamie wanted to take Haigure down, she had to go to the place that Haigure originated out of, had to go to its base of operations. They were here now, entering; Kara remembered when she’d been in here once before, and the Haigure-ite had tried to get her to go back into the exercise room. She remembered seeing the leotard they intended for her here, for the very first time.

Jamie led Kara back from the front room to the exercise room; it had mirrors on the walls; but when the two of them entered, there was a line of people standing in front of them.

There was Isabel… seeing Isabel wasn’t a surprise to her; she knew she was Haigure. Somehow, Isabel— and Barbara, yes, there she was, beside Isabel… Zoe too, past her, and Jessica... then two people who had to be Himiko, and Emily; and finally Kasumi, all in a line. Sapphire leotard, deep brown leotard, neon bold blue, periwinkle, bright orange, pink, and then forest green; lined up.

Kara turned around to look for Jamie; had Jamie known they would be here? Had she known that Alexa had gotten to them all?

But when she turned, and saw Jamie, she saw horror; Jamie was peeling her black swimsuit leotard down off her body— and she was replacing it with a ruby leotard instead; stepping into it, and then pulling it slowly up her body, obviously enjoying the feeling of it bringing it onto herself.

Kara had wanted to ask Jamie what was going on, but she was forgetting that now— she couldn’t quite believe that Alexa had just gotten to Jamie. A freshly made Haigure slave wouldn’t have taken their leotard so soon after conversion— honestly, Kevra hadn’t even known that any slave could take their leotard off, let along put a fake on in its place. For Alexa to have done that she must be some kind of special slave— but no matter what, she had to be an old slave. Not one who had just been made by Alexa today.

Kara frowned, and really thought back on all the time that Jamie had been in the takedown group. Had she been truly Haigure, like this, all along— but just changed out of her leotard to cover that up. It sounded more likely to Kara by the second.

Jamie must have come to them in the beginning of the takedown group as a Haigure spy. And all along she’d been doing everything she could to undermine them. The earbuds; had they even worked?

In fact, in thinking of every suggestion that Jamie had ever made to the group, Kara could see how each one had destabilized the group as a whole— how each suggestion had inclined them to greater temptation for Haigure. Jamie— working behind the scenes all this time to enslave them.

Kara couldn’t think of a greater betrayal. It stung particularly because Kara had thought of Jamie as her last real friend. She had trusted Jamie; she had thought Jamie was someone she could rely. Even when they had been friends who were less close, just getting to know each other against the backdrop of Haigure’s encroach, Kara had trusted Jamie on a basic level. But her trust in Jamie had been misplaced all of this time. She never should have trusted her at all; Jamie had been working against them from the beginning. It was so obvious now, the pieces had fit together so easily Kara didn’t see how she’d missed it before.

And yet— apart from the anger, Kara had a different, traitorous feeling inside of herself, too. Some part of her felt that Jamie had been justified in what she’d done. That serving Haigure, even through subterfuge, was a worthy thing to do. Kara tried not to listen to that side of herself— that side of herself which wanted to say that Haigure was a wonderful, amazing thing, and that everyone who helped it in its aims, who added to its glory, was doing something wonderful; so it had been wonderful for Jamie to betray them all. It had been the best thing she could have done, and Kara should get down on her knees and thank her; Kara ignored this impulse, remembered anger.

“It’s nice to see you here, Kara—“ someone else spoke— someone who was coming through the open door, though Kara had hoped it would be Alexa… Alexa was the person she really needed to see; the person she needed to have there. She could see, clearly, that every takedown member had gone Haigure now; there was no one to keep herself free for. There was no one for her to protect. But still the only person she could give her surrender to was Alexa; maybe, if her mother or her sister had been there, Kara could have given her surrender to them, but she wasn’t expecting them to come through the door.

But Alexa; there was a real possibility that she could, and so Kara wished she would, because in this scenario, she couldn’t give her surrender unless Alexa was here to hold it for her.

She couldn’t take Haigure down all by herself, she knew that. She’d put together one alliance after the other, and now both of them, not just the first, but the second one too, had fallen completely apart. She’d already learned she couldn’t take Haigure on on her own. And now, there was absolutely no one left who could help her. She had lost every single person she knew, every single person she cared about… and oddly… now she only felt a lightness. The lightness of liberation.

The person who had spoken, and who Kara could now see, was Lilith; and maybe she was better than Alexa, after all... Kara remembered seeing Lilith at the Haigure meeting they’d infiltrated; how powerful and alluring she’d seemed, and as she looked on her, with her tan skin, in her silver leotard; with her dark hair and her frightfully purple eyes, Kara felt an honest desire for her.

Lilith patted Jamie on the shoulder as she passed her, and came right to Kara.

“You know your time has come, Kara,” Lilith said, and reached to first cup Kara’s cheek, and then stroke it gently. Kara felt chills all along her skin— not chills of fear, but of— but of—

“But it’s okay,” Lilith went on, still petting Kara’s cheek. “You get to be a part of Haigure now; and Haigure is making the world the best it can be. And you’ll get to be a part of that too— fixing the world, saving it from itself.”

Kara didn’t have it in her to try protesting any of these claims any longer; she knew how alone she was— that as one person, she could not solitarily contest its entire organization.

“And you’ll be so happy as a slave, Kara,” Lilith reassured her, her voice soft and pleasing— trying to give her emotional relief, clearly. “All my slaves are. Slavery to Haigure, to me, is a gift. And you wouldn’t want to refuse a gift like that— not when your girlfriend has gone to so much trouble to arrange your conversion for you. She made sure every other takedown member converted, just so you wouldn’t have any reason to resist anymore.” Lilith finally released Kara’s face, and stood there, looking at her.

Alexa; she’d known Alexa had done this, but to hear it stated so plainly. Alexa had done it for her.

When Kara had turned to see Jamie, and seen that Alexa was not following after her into the room, she’d feared. Hadn’t Alexa cared? Had she found another Haigure-ite she liked better, in the brief time that they had been apart?

But Alexa had done it— for her— as Lilith had just said. That assuaged Kara’s brief fear that Alexa had moved on. And Kara really did feel ready— or like she could imagine she was ready— or like she could be ready if the situation was just right.

And if Kara was going to convert, then things would be better— all the pain would stop. She wouldn’t have to grieve, or suffer anymore. She could have the happiness of Haigure that all its slaves enjoyed.

But she just couldn’t do it like this— couldn’t just give in, like this, not even for Lilith... she was almost ready to do it, but the crucial elements were not in place, they were not at play; and though she could almost, and was almost ready, she wasn’t completely there… and she wasn’t going to be able to change today.

She felt like a lot a had changed in her though— and if there was a perfect lining up of every star, under those circumstances, she’d be able to give in.

The knowledge of that gave her peace.

All the weight of having to hold on, of having to be a source of admiration for her friends— it was gone, and she was just free. Alexa had been wise… Alexa had set her free; and she had put so much effort into this; it must have taken her so much time to go to each one of them, and she had done it so quickly— Kara felt so touched; that Alexa had done this for her… Alexa had known just what Kara had needed. She’d anticipated her needs— like the good girlfriend she’d always been to Kara— Alexa had known, and she had given it to her; when Alexa arrived, or whatever happened next happened… Kara would be ready.

There was nothing left that was inside of her that could stand in the way… and finally she could imagine the future immediately ahead of her to be something enjoyable. She would be a slave, if her conversion went down just right… and once she was a slave… she would work for the glory of Haigure; now, more than ever, Kara forgave Jamie her betrayal.

Kara searched inside herself: but there was no anger anymore; she sympathized too much with Haigure for that just now— she found it too likeable, and too tempting. Jamie was easy to forgive, with that in mind. Haigure was good and appealing... Haigure was tempting and alluring. Kara was glad for Jamie’s betrayal, after all. She wanted to be its slave. She wanted to be under its total control, to give up all her independence and power to be an instrument of it. She wanted to belong to Lilith, who was behind it all— she was ready to give up every single other thing in her life in exchange for that. It didn’t seem like a loss anymore; it didn’t seem like a sacrifice. It would only be a worthwhile trade.

Lilith smiled as she looked at Kara; she recognized the expression in Kara’s eyes. Inside of Kara, there now remained only acceptance. She was ready to give into Haigure; but Kara had been a formidable opponent, and Lilith had needed to come to understand her mind in facing her. And she knew she couldn’t just seduce Kara herself; she knew Kara would need more persuasion than that, from multiple sources. She knew exactly how to give that to her.

As Kara kept looking at her, with that look of determined acceptance on her face— and maybe a little curiosity, wondering what Lilith would do to her, Lilith pulled out her cellphone, and dialed Alexa’s number.

“It’s Alexa, your slave,” Alexa answered her. She must have read the call display on her phone, to be so ready to offer immediate obedience. Lilith approved. There was a shaking in her voice; as if Alexa had just shuddered in the enjoyment of acknowledging what was deeply true, that she was completely enslaved to Lilith.

Before Lilith could speak, Alexa was falling over her own words to convey information to Lilith in a rush. “I want to tell you so bad— Jamie and I have done it. We’ve converted every single member of the opposition group, and Kara is the only one left. Everyone else is done; I’m going over to Kara’s right now. I’ll get her next. I think Jamie’s already there.”

She sounded full with anticipation as she said the words.

Lilith was touched at Alexa’s eagerness. “I knew you would both succeed,” Lilith assured her. “You’re my slaves, after all,” She said it self-approvingly. But she thought Alexa would find praise in it for herself, too, and in her mind’s eye, imagined Alexa basking in that, standing there smiling, feeling it move warmly through her, running around like sparks on an electrical circuit, carried by the current of energy; while Lilith was still on the line with her.

“You did well,” Lilith continued. “And you did well in telling me, also. But I actually called you for this very reason. I wanted to tell you that Kara’s ready for conversion; she, Jamie, and all of the others are at the Haigure club building, in the exercise room, with me. I want you to gather up Rose, Steph, and Kara’s mother, and bring them here. You can all convert her together.”

Lilith was looking squarely at Kara as she said this; she watched Kara’s eyes widen; in part anticipation, part arousal, part fear. Lilith smiled slyly to herself; it was fun to make Kara know what was coming for her; it would be fun to watch her squirm and wait for it in the time it took Alexa to arrive.

“Oh, thank you,” Alexa said, in a breathy exhale. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

“I’ve been glad to call and tell you this. I know you’ll serve me well. But go to; go to it.” Lilith hung up the phone. She looked back at Kara, and Kara looked at her; still with that nervous, longing look; she could see from the way Kara was trembling that she was desperate to be converted now; Lilith smiled again. In all honesty, she anticipated it too.

When Lilith hung up the phone, Alexa was not affronted. Lilith’s time was more important than Alexa’s; she was just lucky that her call had been acceptable, that it had not been an affront, or an overstepping. She caught the first cab off of campus to go to Kara’s house, impatient as always to follow Lilith’s command. Receiving all that praise, all that loving and kind control in that brief phone call had been a sweet reward, but imagining Kara waiting in the exercise room of the Haigure club building. She didn’t want to make Kara wait a second longer than necessary.

Luckily, the cab got Alexa to her destination, and Alexa climbed out and went up the path. The front door of the house hadn’t been locked, so Alexa just let herself in; in earlier days, she’d been in the habit of coming in and out of Kara’s house when she knew Kara was there. It felt natural to go in without announcing herself.

All three of her marks were there, on the living room floor— writhing. It wasn’t just the three of them, either; Rose, Rose’s mother, Steph, Kara’s mother— and Selina, and Selina’s mother, were all clearly in the throes of an orgy together. All six of them were entangled; mouths, hands, pussies, fingers; all six of them twisting together, rolling off into pairs or groups of three… there were moans in the air, and the heady scent of arousal hung low… the configuration of lovers constantly changed, but none of them ever stopped fucking; they were all going hard at what they were doing, and all of them had broken out into a heavy sweat.

Alexa watched mesmerized; they did not only use their bodies, but they were also clearly incorporating each of their leotards into everything they did; sometimes only dragging their bodies together, grinding, before they started touching or sucking or squeezing…

There was tingling in Alexa’s body; there was arousal all throughout her. But her leotard kept her in check. She had wanted to throw herself down into that orgiastic pile, and join their sex.

That wouldn’t be serving Lilith, though. And that would keep Kara waiting; when Kara was ready for conversion, and Lilith had said so. Lilith was always right about everything— she needed to do as she’d been told; she needed to do it as quickly as she could.

“Rose,” Alexa called. “Rose, Steph, Mrs. Chase—” and the three of them realized that Alexa was in the room, standing over them.

They disentangled themselves from the other three. Rose’s mother, Selina, and Selina’s mother continued their fucking; but Rose, Steph and Mrs. Chase all stood up.

“Kara’s ready to be converted,” Alexa said, excitedly. She couldn’t believe it was finally time— that it was finally true. “Lilith wants the three of you to come with me so we can all go and convert her together. But we have to leave now; Kara and Lilith are waiting for us. We’ve got to get to the Haigure club building on campus, as quickly as possible.”

The lights of their eyes were all there, lit up by excitement; Alexa knew these were the people in the world who loved Kara as much as she herself did. She knew how much they had all been waiting for this too, and all four of them rushed out together to go and make it happen for real.