The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Alice looked up at the sign ahead of her as the car she rode in went up the driveway.

“Ms. Pendragon’s Boarding School for Girls.” It may as well have said “Ms. Pendragon’s School for Bad Girls.”

It was a gloomy looking place and Alice didn’t like the look of it, but she guessed it was the last place left for her to go.

She’d already had the whole conversation out with her parents, and there’d been nothing left to say there. That was why they’d put her in a taxi by herself, prepaid her fare and sent her off to arrive at her new boarding school all by herself.

The last conversation with which they had sent her off had been the shortest version of it in all their history. Her parents had been well-rehearsed for it, and she had too. Each time throughout Alice’s years as a teenager when she had started trouble, when she had been caught with the other bad girls in her high school, either using substances or doing petty crime, they’d had a variation of that final conversation.

In which her parents told her she had a future to think about. In which they pleaded with her not to throw it away. In which they threatened, punished, reasoned: and Alice’s response had always been the same. She didn’t care; she wasn’t going to stop. She’d keep running with the bad girls, keep going to wild parties, using substances, shoplifting and making a record for herself, adding on to an ever-growing list of previous crimes and infractions. By the time she and her parents had had the conversation the night before, there had been nothing left to say.

They’d washed their hands of her, and she couldn’t really blame them. She’d been expelled the day before, for finally going too far in a prank on her school with her other girlfriends. For her principal, it had been the breaking point, and for her parents, too. They’d tried to help her, tried to discipline her, tried to reach her, and none of it had worked.

So that night, two days ago, when they’d been discussing her expulsion, they’d been oddly calm. And they’d simply told her that they were sending her away to boarding school. Since she hadn’t been able to learn proper behavior from them, they hoped she could learn it from her new school. They’d been pretty upfront in expressing that they thought this was the last chance for her.

They’d told her the name of the school, that they’d made all the arrangements, and that the cab would be there for her the next morning, and they’d see her again at the next school holiday. And that had been it.

Now here she was, riding in the cab up the last stretch of the driveway. She hadn’t been happy about this development, but Alice did have to admit that this school probably was the last place for her to go. Her former high school had kicked her out, her parents didn’t want her anymore; she really had nowhere else to go, unless she wanted to be a teenage runaway. She had seriously considered it the night before, but had ultimately decided it would be too difficult and too unpleasant.

She felt even less keen now that she was seeing her new school up close, but she had to admit, it was at least nice to think that she had somewhere to live. If she’d struck out as a runaway, she’d have had no guarantee of shelter like she would have here.

The cab at last pulled up in front of the school’s entrance. Alice mumbled something that was vaguely like a thank you, and stepped out of the car.

She closed the door with a harder slam than necessary, and then opened the trunk to pull out her suitcase. When she had it out, and sitting on the pavement next to her, she closed the lid of the trunk, and then knocked on it once for good measure—and the cab pulled away.

Alice picked up her suitcase, and as the cab drove back down the driveway, she climbed the steps, passed under the arch of that held the entry door, and then went through the door itself.

Inside, the school atrium had similarly tall ceilings, and all of it was done in stone. There were girls passing by, all wearing identical uniforms—which Alice realized with a pang that she did not have yet.

“Excuse me,” she called out to one of the girls moving through the hall that ran through the atrium. “Can you tell me where the headmistress’ office is?”

“Just walk straight ahead,” the girl answered, with a friendly smile. “There’s a big door at the far end. You can’t miss it.”

“Thank you,” Alice grumbled—she still hated manners and politeness as she always had, but for now she would behave herself. This was, after all, really her last chance. If she got kicked out here, there’d be no hope of an education for her. She really would have to become a runaway.

The girl didn’t stop walking to acknowledge Alice’s thanks. She continued on her way, and Alice threaded her way through the walking students to pass the center hall and continue down the length of the atrium.

When she reached the other end, she found that the girl had spoken truly. On the left-hand wall, set in against the corner, there was a large door with a small plaque next to it on the wall which read: Ms. Lucy Pendragon, Headmistress.

Alice raised her free hand, and knocked on the wooden door once.

In the next moment, the door opened in front of her, and Alice saw an older woman standing there in the doorway.

“Ms. Pendragon?” Alice asked.

“Yes,” the woman said. “You must be our new arrival, Alice.”

“That’s me,” Alice said, feeling a little self-conscious she did. Ms. Pendragon had a severe stare, and it gave her the jitters.

“Why don’t you come in for a minute and sit down?” Ms. Pendragon said, in a tone that made it clear this was not optional.

“’Kay,” Alice said, already bristling at being ordered around. She didn’t like to have her freedom hampered.

Ms. Pendragon stiffened: perhaps she hadn’t liked Alice’s informal speech. But she didn’t say anything about this explicitly, only stepped back into her office. Alice followed her in suitcase in hand.

Inside, she seated herself in the chair across from Ms. Pendragon’s desk, as Ms. Pendragon closed the door.

“I’ve heard a lot about you, Alice,” Ms. Pendragon said, making her way back around her desk to sit in her impressive desk chair. “I get a lot of very bad girls here, but I must tell you, your case is one of the most impressive that I’ve seen. You’ve got quite the record of bad behavior for someone your age.”

Alice chose not to respond to this.

“But this is nothing that my fine school can’t handle,” Ms. Pendragon went on. “We’ll rehabilitate you here, Alice. We have a 100% efficacy rate. You will not be our first exception. Before you know it, we’ll have made you a studious, respectful young lady. Your days as a bad girl are over; or if they are not quite over, they’re numbered. Before you know it,” Ms. Pendragon repeated, “You’ll be a good one.”

We’ll just see about that, Alice thought to herself. She was already thinking about the other girls. At a boarding school like this, so removed from normal she wondered what kind of trouble they got into. She wouldn’t have been surprised at all to find there was some kind of underground network of misbehavior; maybe smuggled alcohol, or drugs. And maybe there was a town nearby to sneak into.

Alice was willing to bet that Ms. Pendragon’s school wasn’t as good as she thought. All the girls here were probably as bad as they’d always been. They’d probably just gotten better at masking it, so that neither Ms. Pendragon nor any of her other staff knew about it. Alice was almost sure the girls around here got in to trouble, and she was keen to get in their good graces, so they’d let her come along and join in.

But if the other girls were more careful about putting on a front of good behavior, Alice would be too. She’d try harder this time to cover up her bad deeds; so that from the outside people would think she really had become a good girl. Just because she was determined to keep her partying going didn’t mean she’d be so reckless this time, now that she was down to her last chance at education and shelter in which to come of age.

“You don’t say much,” Ms. Pendragon observed.

“Just waiting for you to talk,” Alice replied. “In case you have anything else to tell me. I wouldn’t want to speak over you.”

“How considerate of you,” Ms. Pendragon said. “It doesn’t fool me for a minute, of course. Judging by what I’ve heard about you, I know your rebellion runs deep, even if you’re choosing to hide it. But not to worry. I’ll get into you and root it out. Yes, we’ll have you turned around in no time.”

Alice didn’t like hearing that— didn’t like that Ms. Pendragon suspected she had more going on behind the scenes than she’d let on. Still, she wasn’t going to blow this for herself and admit it. She kept her polite silence.

“That was all I needed to discuss with you today,” Ms. Pendragon added, after a minute. “Since you’ve arrived mid-morning, you’re too late to get into the swing of your morning classes, so I think it would be best for you to go to your new dorm room and unpack your things. And once you’re done that, just have a seat and stay there until your roommate gets back at the end of the afternoon. She can show you around more formally.”

Now that sounded promising… unsupervised time in her own dorm room. She could get a head-start on her plans to sneak out. She’d thought she’d have to wait for nightfall, at least, but if she was all by herself for the rest of the school day, she had a golden opportunity to go out and about the campus.

She could scope the place out— maybe look for the best route to get outside unnoticed. Practice for when she’d later sneak out of the school for real, to get into town and get her hands on some contraband. Maybe she could even find a new escape route the others didn’t know about, to bring as a gift or offer of good faith for her first meeting with them. To smooth her admittance into their group.

This was turning out to be not such a bad day after all.

“And where’s my room?” Alice asked, not letting on that she had such plans at all.

“I’ll have one of the students take you there,” Ms. Pendragon said flippantly. At the same time, she stood and moved to the door. Opening it, she stood in its doorway and called down the atrium.

“Sheila! Come here at once, please.”

Alice looked at Ms. Pendragon as she stood, waiting for Sheila to approach. “You know every student by their first name?” She couldn’t help but ask it. It seemed strange to her; it was such a big school, with so many students.

“I know everything about every student here,” Ms. Pendragon replied, without looking back at Alice. “I make it my job to do so. Ah, Sheila,” she said, when Sheila had at last reached her.

“Yes, Ms. Pendragon,” Sheila said, demurely. “You called for me.”

“Yes,” she replied. “I need you to take Alice to her new dorm room. I realize next period is about to start in two minutes, and this will make you late, but I’ll write you an absence slip to excuse you. Once you’ve taken Alice to her room, you may return to your class as normal and give the slip to your teacher.”

“Yes, Ms. Pendragon,” Sheila repeated. She stood just outside the doorway, waiting patiently. Ms. Pendragon, however, turned away, and moved back to her desk. She took up a blue slip from off a stack of them, and with her other hand took hold of a pen, and got busy writing on it.

Alice was already thinking of breaking into Ms. Pendragon’s office after hours and stealing some slips for herself. Maybe she could get Ms. Pendragon to write her some kind of slip— even a negative one, just so she had a sample of her handwriting, and then once she’d gotten a stack of slips, she could write herself any slip she needed whenever she wanted it.

She was a decent hand at forgery— it had come in handy for her many times in the past. And it was a skill she would be only too happy to share with the other girls, if they would have her. If they would let her in to their underground conspiracy of misbehavior.

Though Alice had to admit, the misbehavior at Ms. Pendragon’s School for Girls must be very far underground indeed. If Sheila had any part of it, there was absolutely no clue in her outward behavior. She was standing so perfectly still it was almost eerie.

If the bad girls here could put on a front like that, they knew a lot more than Alice did. She hoped that they would teach her, and let her join in. Clearly Ms. Pendragon thought Sheila was good— a perfectly obedient student. She thought she had her. She thought she’d fixed her. And she had suspicions about Alice still being bad underneath her half-hearted attempts to behave.

But if Sheila was still bad, it meant she’d successfully convinced Ms. Pendragon that she’d changed, which meant that Alice could do it too, especially if the girls here taught her their tricks.

The more she thought about it, the more eager she was to meet them all.

Ms. Pendragon finally finished writing out the slip, and passed back to place it in Sheila’s waiting hand. “Alice’s room is in the B wing, room 14. Take her there now.”

“Yes, Ms. Pendragon,” Sheila said, in her same dainty voice. It was a good act.

Ms. Pendragon clucked her tongue. Then, when nothing happened, she gave Alice a look.

“Oh, that was for me?” Alice asked.

“It was your cue to leave, yes,” the headmistress affirmed. “The other girls are much more responsive to cueing like that, but we’ll get you there too, in short order. Enjoy your day as you settle in.”

Then the headmistress sat back in her desk chair, turning her attention back to her files; clearly dismissing Alice, even more so than she had when she’d clucked her tongue at her.

Alice had no other option left than to take her suitcase back up and go with Sheila. She seized her handle, and stood, and passed out of the office.

It was no inconvenience, going with Sheila. To be honest, she already disliked Ms. Pendragon very much, and didn’t like being in her company. So leaving her office was actually a relief; especially because she was going to have the chance to sneak back out of her dorm room once she got there once Sheila left. She had something to look forward to now. This was especially comforting, because for days she’d felt there was nothing to look forward to ever again— ever since she’d been expelled, and forced to leave her old life. But now, there was something fun to look forward to. She couldn’t wait.

Sheila was quiet as she walked her through the halls. Alice respected her silence. Even if the girls around here got into all kinds of trouble with the headmistress none the wiser, it made sense that there would be no sign of this during school hours. Alice could respect the process, here. Clearly these girls all knew what they were doing, if they’d been this successful. She wasn’t about to ruin it for them by prying at the wrong time.

Besides, she wanted to signal to all of them that she was one of them, and that she could respect their rules. Starting with Sheila seemed like the smart thing to do.

So the two of them walked the school’s halls in silence together, until at last they passed into the B wing, and Sheila led Alice right to her own door: fourteen.

“This is your room,” Sheila said, in explanation. “The door is already open. Locks are not required at our school. I must go now. I must get to class; I am already late.”

She left without any other goodbyes.

Alice was more impressed with her good girl act than ever. And besides, Sheila leaving suited her. She’d just unpack her suitcase, and then she’d be right out of the room again to go exploring.

Once inside, Alice took a quick look around. It was a simple room; two beds, a wardrobe, two desks with chairs, and a door to a bathroom. It was a ground floor room, which would come in handy. The front window looked like it opened all the way, so it would be the easiest thing to open it and go out through it.

Alice unpacked quickly, already thinking of escaping through the window to start her exploration out on the grounds.

But when her suitcase was empty, and tucked under the bed, she felt a strange tiredness come over her. She hadn’t been tired at all before— not in the taxi ride, not in the headmistress’ office, not during the walk. But suddenly she was… and there was something about the room, something in the air that seemed misty cool…

Alice sank down onto the bed. Just… a quick nap… there’d be no harm in that.

Alice was later woken by the arrival of her roommate, Zoe, who introduced herself, and then as Ms. Pendragon had suggested, took Alice on a quick walk-around of the school before leading her to the dining hall where they both ate their dinner.

As it turned out, Alice needed it. She’d been hoping to get out and have a look around on her own, but hadn’t actually managed to, since she’d fallen asleep and stayed asleep until Zoe had come to wake her. So she was at least a little grateful to be able to get a look around at the school anyway, even if she hadn’t been able to do it on her own terms.

Alice didn’t see anything particularly surprising on her walking tour with Zoe. The school was the way she’d expected. Everything she saw lined up with the little she’d already seen. All the rooms were stone; the building was clearly old, and its atmosphere was oppressive and stuffy.

What she was really interested in were the girls she was sharing it with; but just as it hadn’t been the proper time to raise the school’s seedy underbelly with Sheila as she’d walked with her to her room, it wasn’t the right time to raise it with Zoe, either; whether during the walking tour, or the dinner in the dining hall at the end of it.

Alice waited until the two of them were back in their dorm room after supper. Surely, now, Zoe’s mask would come down, and she could ask her about what the girls around here did for fun, right under the headmistress’ nose.

But when they got back, Zoe dutifully pulled her homework out of her bag, sat down at her desk, and started to complete it.

The way she sat at the desk was so studious that it unsettled Alice a little. Maybe this was part of the mask too? Part of keeping up appearances, so that hidden misbehavior could be possible. But the fact that Zoe had so seamlessly transitioned into the activity without even a flicker of underlying rebellion or secret resistance raised an unsettling thought for Alice: maybe none of the girls here were pretending. Maybe Sheila hadn’t been pretending either. Maybe Ms. Pendragon really did have a way of changing them for the “better”… maybe she could even change Alice…

Alice didn’t like the thought, so she threw it out; choosing to interrupt Zoe instead, and cling to her previous hope.

“Zoe,” she said, and the other girl looked up from her work— albeit, a little reluctantly. “What do the girls do for fun here? Are there after hours parties? Do people keep hidden flasks of the good stuff to pass around when the staff aren’t looking?”

Zoe only stared at Alice blankly. “That would be bad,” she said, after a minute of staring. “We are here to become good. Most of us here have already been made good— and we do not want to be bad any longer.”

Then she turned back towards her desk and resumed her homework.

That left Alice with her unsettling thought. That maybe forcible change was possible, here… that it had possibly even already happened to Zoe… that it would next happen to Alice herself…

Instead of confronting this idea, Alice chose to rearrange the clothes in her wardrobe again, so she wouldn’t have to.

Later that night, when Alice had settled on a final order for her clothes, she was sprawled out on her bed reading a magazine that she had snuck in with her.

Zoe had finally finished studying a few minutes before. It had been a relief for Alice when she had finished. The single-minded focus she’d demonstrated had been a little freaky.

Now, she was sitting on her bed, passing a brush through her already tangle-free hair in an endlessly repeating motion. Alice tried to keep her eyes on her magazine, and not let the constant brushing bother her. It was starting to get on her nerves, though, despite her best efforts.

Then, Alice felt a shift in the air around her. The air had felt dry before, but now it was misty cool, and when she breathed in, that misty coolness followed her inhale.

She looked up from her magazine, and was alarmed to see white clouds of gas pumping into the dorm room. They hung thickly in the air, and slowly diffused through the space.

Alice tried to turn her head away, but soon it seemed there was no air in the room that hadn’t been laced with the gas.

Alice looked to Zoe, hoping for some reaction from her— some clue of what to do about the unfolding situation taking place, but Zoe only stopped brushing, and breathed in deeply, smiling as she did so.

Alice kept breathing the gas in— she had no choice— but a strange thing happened as she did. It took her about a minute to realize it, but her stress and panic about the invading gas was fading. It didn’t seem like such a big deal to her anymore, suddenly.

In fact, she didn’t want to worry about anything— or do anything. Her eyes felt so heavy in her head, and she could feel all the tension unwinding in her body. She only wanted to lie back on her bed and take a nap— maybe throw out her magazine first, because good girls didn’t sneak in things they weren’t supposed to have— but then definitely take a nap…

“It happens almost every night,” Zoe spoke, interrupting the silence.

Alice turned her head slowly to look at her. She was too tired to move quickly.

“This gas comes in, and when you breathe it, it relaxes you and helps you to be a good girl. Just keep breathing it; just enjoy it. It feels so good, doesn’t it?”

This statement stirred the feelings of panic Alice had been gripped by earlier. So here was the explanation for Zoe’s strange behavior— and here was the reason for Ms. Pendragon’s confidence in her method, and her apparent 100% success rate.

She drugged the students! She drugged them into compliance with the constant use of this gas until they were dopey and obedient and good all the time.

Alice wasn’t going to let it happen to her. Now that she understood what was happening, she could fight it. She wouldn’t throw the magazine away, even though the impulse to do it had grown stronger.

She crossed her legs defiantly on the bed. The gas had to stop eventually. Hopefully when it did, she would feel more like her normal self again. And until then, she could wait it out. Ms. Pendragon had underestimated her determination. She wouldn’t let the gas change her.

When she failed to throw away the magazine, the impulse in her shifted. Instead of getting up to do that, now the gas seemed to want her to fall asleep.

Now, what Allice’s body was craving to do was to sprawl backwards on her bed, and let the gas gas her into a deep sleep. She would sleep and breathe it so much more deeply as she dreamed… and it would have an even more powerful effect on her. She only had to lie back and close her eyes.

It would be so easy to fall into unconsciousness. She was so tired. It was not only her eyes that were heavy now, but her whole body. It felt like heavy, dead weight on the bed, and she just wanted to collapse into a lying down position.

But she knew this was only a trick of the gas. She knew it was making her feel this way— that the feeling wasn’t real. She could be stronger than it. She sat further forward, moving in the opposite direction of what had been suggested to her, and she raised her hands to her eyes, holding each set of eyelids open with thumb and forefinger. She would not let her eyes sink closed. She would not lie back.

But as Alice sat there, forcibly holding her eyes open, the feeling only grew stronger. She looked over at Zoe in the hopes of mental distraction, but Zoe had laid down on the bed— the way Alice so badly wished that she could— and was breathing deeply. Inhaling so much more of that gas than Alice, because she was breathing more deeply than she was. Alice was almost jealous.

Alice had never felt so much peace in her life; she had never felt so comfortable, so at ease, so restful. Even though it was only because the gas was making her feel this way… she found herself starting to enjoy it. She almost wished she could feel more of it… just curl up inside it, and fall asleep with this feeling coursing through her. She’d have the best sleep of her life if she did.

Her body was too heavy. She strained from the challenge of keeping it upright. Despite her efforts, she felt her determination give out. She couldn’t keep herself sitting any longer, and was helpless as she fell backwards onto her bed.

As soon as she was stretched out on her back, it felt like her body was singing in comfort. This was felt so comfortable— she’d never felt comfort like this before. Her eyes sank shut easily, and almost as soon as they had, Alice was drifting away into a deep, thoughtless sleep.

The next day, Alice woke up more refreshed. She also noticed that she was feeling less angry than usual, and less defiant than she had felt the day before. She knew it had to be because of the gas, and she tried to make herself care about it. But every time she thought about the gas, and how it was supposed to be bad, what she thought of instead was that she had slept better than ever, and that she was feeling so good that morning.

That day, Alice noticed things. Things that seemed strange at first. But as the day wore on, they seemed to become more normal over time.

The first thing Alice noticed was that the school was never fully silent. There were speakers in every classroom and hallway, though this was a strange aesthetic clash with the architecture and decor of the building. Yet, all day long, Alice never saw anyone turn them on, and never heard anything play out of them.

And yet… if Alice concentrated very hard, it was almost like she could hear a constant muttering, at a level of volume that was just slightly below the level necessary for mental processing.

It was tiring, even if she couldn’t make out the words. She’d taken actual undisturbed silence for granted in the days before she’d arrived at this school. She missed it, that day. The murmuring went on all day long; in class, in the dining hall, in the library.

There was no escaping the murmurs— even if she couldn’t hear them properly enough to know what they were saying, she was still hearing them on some level. Her mind was taking them in, even if she couldn’t understand.

Alice felt a kind of obsession about them. What were these recordings saying? Why were they playing constantly on a never-ending loop? If she could only know the answers to these questions, she imagined it would give her some relief, but at the same time she doubted anyone would ever give it to her.

The other thing Alice noticed was that there seemed to be more of that gas from the night before, though the kind that was piped in during the day seemed to be a little more diluted than what had been piped in at night.

Like the previous night, when Alice breathed it in, it made her sleepier and more passive. Though unlike before, it did not make her tired enough to sleep. And in a way, despite the passive feeling, it gave her added mental focus. She could feel that her mind was more receptive to the things she was being told when the gas was in the room.

But the gas was not always consistently there during the day. In some classes, it showed up, and in some classes, it didn’t. All the rooms had air vents, though, so Alice guessed that the gas could be sent into all of them. Only for some reason, it was sent into them at random. There was no way to predict it. It simply happened when it happened, and that was it.

Despite these occurrences, Alice got through the day alright. When she finished her last class, she and Zoe walked to the dining hall and sat down to supper, and when they were finished eating, they walked back to their dorm room together.

That night, Alice did throw her magazine away. And instead of reading it, she actually sat at her desk and did her homework, and studying. She was actually interested in her schoolwork for the first time— well, ever. The hours seemed to slip away as she carried on with her work, and before she knew it, the white gas was piping into the room again.

She was still sitting at her desk when it came, but Zoe had finished earlier and was once again sitting on her bed, in mid-brush.

Alice remembered the panic she’d felt the night before when the gas had entered, and waited for it to return. But it didn’t come. She was almost looking forward to breathing the gas. She liked the way it made her felt— liked how well she had slept the previous night. Only a little gas had made it into the room so far, and Alice was impatient for it to spread. She inhaled deeply, but there was hardly anything to get.

“You’re starting to appreciate it now, aren’t you?” Zoe asked. When Alice looked to her, she found Zoe’s eyes were already watching her.

“Yes,” Alice admitted. She felt no shame about it. After all, Zoe would understand. She liked the gas too— maybe even more than Alice did.

“You can take a more active role in enjoying it,” Zoe commented. “You don’t just have to sit there and wait for it. Watch.”

Zoe stood, and walked over to the vent in the wall through which the gas was entering. She stood directly in line with it, so she was as close as she could be, and surrounded by the gas that was coming in.

“All the girls in the dorms know this trick,” Zoe added, after a moment. Her voice sounded drowsier than it had a minute before, and Alice was jealous again. “I bet a lot of the others are standing by their room vents right now. You can enjoy the gas even more when you’re right up close to it. And taking more in makes it easier to obey the gas and do what it wants from you. It feels so wonderful to obey— it’s so enjoyable.”

Zoe had convinced her, and Alice didn’t want to wait a second longer to get the gas back into her system. She got out of her desk chair, and moved over to join Zoe where she was standing by the vent.

She inhaled in the same way she saw Zoe doing it, with deep, slow breaths that drew the maximum amount of gas in. She felt those wonderful feelings from before come back— it felt even better the second time.

She remembered what Zoe had said before, and realized it was true. She was obeying the gas. The gas wanted her to stand here, and breathe as much of it in as she possibly could. And when she breathed it, it made her remember things. Things she thought she’d heard somewhere throughout the day… about how to be a good girl, and why it was important…

All those ideas were circling in her head as the gas came into her body, and she could feel how much easier these lessons were to remember. The gas was helping her focus… helping her learn what was true, so that she would never forget. It was helping her to be good… and making her want to…

Alice breathed in again, gratefully. She didn’t want a single thing to change. If she could have stood in exactly that position all night, she would have. But after a while, eventually, the gas decided she’d had enough, and it led her back to her bed and laid her down to sleep.

But as she drifted off, this time, she could hear the words from before — her new lessons — clearly inside her head.

Aside from the sporadic gassings in class, and the consistent gassings in the dorm rooms at night, there was one other time that Alice learned to expect the gas.

The gas was always present in the hallways at night.

A few nights into her new education, Alice felt a resurgence of her disobedience, and part of her had welcomed it back eagerly. It had made her feel more like herself again. She’d used those feelings to fuel herself, and she’d thrown off the effects of the gas long enough to choose resistance.

Then she’d decided to go out wandering around the school after Zoe had fallen asleep, the way she’d wanted to on her first day there.

But when Alice opened the door, she found clouds of the stuff hanging out around, and when she stepped out and breathed it in, she was seized by the uncontrollable urge to go back into her room and lie down, and keep breathing the gas that was already inside.

The gas in the hallways was a little different than the gas that came into the classrooms, or into her dorm room. It seemed like more of a deterrent than anything else.

She tried it several wandering the hallways a few more times after that first attempt, and found the effect identical each time she tried it. There was no getting out and sneaking around with the gas out there in the halls at night, and it was there every night.

Each time she tried, it grew increasingly difficult to resist the gas in her room and make it to the halls. Eventually, she just gave up on it all together. There was no point in resisting the gas in her room to go into the hallway, especially when that gas would just send her back inside. It would just be easier to stay in her room from the beginning… and breathe that gas…

After those first few weeks gave way to months, Alice found the effect of both the recordings and the gas changed.

The gas and the sub-audible recordings had both come to seem normal to her. Together, they were a constant presence in Alice’s new life. And after a while, they just seemed like a proud tradition of the school to her— just part of regular student life.

Her reaction to both was a growing sense of docility, at first. But after months, and not weeks, Alice began to find that they made her horny.

Instead of feeling passive when she breathed in, or tired when she tried to listen close, instead, she found herself almost unbearably turned on. With the recordings playing all the time, there was no escape from these constant feelings of arousal; and when she breathed the gas in, it was even worse. At night, standing in front of the bedroom’s vent, it was like a spike of pleasure coming into her body with each inhale. This only added to Alice’s overall feelings of continuous mounting pleasure— and this pleasure had no release point.

But with this pleasure came new thoughts, Alice found. She was thinking all the time of fucking and getting fucked by the other girls— especially Zoe. When they were alone in their room together, going about their business, or if they were standing next to the vent side by side, it was almost unbearable to resist the urge.

It was at this point that Alice realized the girls in the school actually did have a seedy, secretive pattern of behavior— but she only realized by accident, when she mistook room 13 for 14 one day after classes, and saw what her neighboring dorm mates were up to.

They were pretty clearly living out the fantasies that had been plaguing Alice for weeks, fucking each other graphically on one of the beds in the room.

Ventures into other dorm rooms— and eventually even classrooms or back halls when they were not in use— revealed the same thing. The other girls were fucking and getting fucked almost all the time. Alice didn’t know how she could have gone so long without noticing it. It seemed like she was the only one in the school who wasn’t getting any.

It was Alice’s last point of resistance, she realized. She’d never been interested in girls before coming here— she’d never been docile or obedient before coming here, either. But it seemed that Ms. Pendragon did have a foolproof method to change the students of her school, after all. With the constant playing of the recordings, and the constant administering of the gas, it wore them down. Alice could feel how it had worn her down… now, the only thing she could think of was giving up the last piece of control over herself she’d been holding onto, and letting herself join the generous and frequent fucking going on around her.

One night, alone with Zoe, the temptation became too unbearable for her. Before she even knew what she was doing, she and Zoe were hastily undressing each other, and stumbling back onto Zoe’s bed. Then, they were breathing heavily into each other’s mouths as they touched and were touched in return.

As Zoe stroked Alice into her first orgasm in months, Alice felt the rightness of it. This was right. This was good. It was good to be a slut for anyone who wanted to have you, to give it up at any and all times and get pleasure in return.

The thoughts came so easily to her once she allowed herself to think them. Good girls fucked. Good girls got fucked. It was their reward for all of their good, hard work— it was the one way that they could always let off steam, the one way they could always ease the internal pressure of being good and doing everything they needed to do.

Alice realized she was a good girl, now, too. The messages her conscious mind hadn’t quite been able to hear had made her into one. The gas she’d inhaled every now and then had made her into one.

She was a good girl now, which meant that she could fuck and be fucked in return. She realized, as she and Zoe made quick progress towards their second orgasms of the night, that there was so much more in her waiting to be thought.

The more good girls gave in and let themselves feel pleasure, the more addicted they became to it. And that addiction would always fuel them to be even more good— because if they were good, they always knew they would get more pleasure as a reward. Alice knew she would work even harder on her homework, even harder on all her projects, so that in between her work, she could come back to the pleasure. She knew now that the pleasure would always taste sweeter when she’d worked for it. She was good, but she would become better. She would go on becoming better and better. The pleasure and her goodness would feed off each other, driving her to do and be more. And maybe, someday, she could even be perfect.

But, in a way, she almost hoped not. If she was perfect, there would be no more room to improve; nothing else to fuel perpetual improvement. She wanted to keep being good and then becoming better so she could find greater depths to the pleasure— greater satisfaction in her own goodness. She never wanted it to stop. It had only just started, but she knew now she wanted it to go on forever. She had hated the school when she’d first arrived, but she realized now that she loved it. She was so grateful that she’d been sent to it.

Becoming good was the best thing that had ever happened to her. And how lucky that it could keep on happening to her, again and again.