Over the next month, Freya set to work. She would need both foot soldiers and generals, so to speak, on her side if she was to secure her rightful domain, and she began with the former. Between herself and Haley, they had discovered a couple of students who seemed as though they would willingly submit, if given the right incentive.

There was a knock on the door, and she gestured for Haley to answer it. She had come so far already - her studies were noticeably improving, and her self-esteem was far better than it had ever been under Maria. This evening, she was wearing a crop-top and miniskirt, which she had admitted she never would have before. Fortunately, Lightward had no restrictions on dress during weekends - or were at least willing to turn a blind eye to lesser violations such as this.

The two girls who had shown up were led into the room, giggling nervously. They reintroduced themselves as Zoe - a tall Japanese girl with roughly-cut hair, dyed pink - and Beth - a tanned, red-haired girl who seemed to have some elf somewhere in her family history. They sat down next to each other on the chaise longue that Freya had just brought over from among her possessions, while Freya and Haley took their places in the same armchairs as they had become acquainted in. After some polite chat, Freya decided to broach the real reason for this meeting.

“So, how much has Haley told you?”

Zoe, who seemed to be the more outgoing of the two, spoke up. “Not much. She said that you’d got Maria to accept that you were now queen bee quite easily, said you’d converted her as well… and hinted that we in particular would enjoy how you’d done it. And given that you seem to have achieved results with both of them… we decided we’d give it a shot.”

“You say Haley believes you would both like it. What did you take that to mean?”

“Well, the way she puts it… We both dated this one guy - Devin. Do you know him yet?”

Freya shook her head. “My apologies; I do not pay much attention to the boys at any school. Not until I have become properly acquainted with the girls, at any rate.”

“Eh, it doesn’t really matter. What does matter is, he’s, well…”

“He’s into enchantment. And he’s quite good at it; convincing enough that we were both hooked after our first session with him.” Beth spoke up for the first time as Zoe floundered slightly.

“I see. If it is not too painful, I assume both your relationships with him have ended?”

Zoe took over again. “Yeah. He’s a great guy, but he wasn’t quite right for either of us. By which I mean-” Beth joined in at this point- “we were both repressed lesbians when we dated him.” The two shared a look, giggling again. Zoe continued.

“But he was super nice about it, made sure there wasn’t any trace of the spells left in our minds - or brains, or souls - whatever theory you subscribe to there. After that, however, we both realised he’d awakened something in us… and unfortunately, there’s been no-one at this school who we’re attracted to, who’s actually any good at enchantment. So… Haley hinted you might be able to help us with that problem.”

Freya smiled at the two of them. “Well, how about we test that theory?” She reached out a hand towards Haley. “Dolly? Clockwork mode.” She tapped Haley on the head, and immediately she stiffened up, turning smoothly to face her Mistress. “Clockwork mode active. How may this one serve You, Mistress?”

Freya turned back to Zoe and Beth, and liked what she saw. Both were blushing at the sight, and grinning with excitement at the same time.

“So, yes, I have indeed enchanted her - as well as Maria, and Grace, who is my maid here. You do not have to become dolls if you do not wish to, however - how did this Devin treat you?”

Both girls had to take a few seconds to recalibrate. Zoe was the first to recover.

“We played around with scenarios a bit, but mostly he made us hopelessly devoted to him - like our usual selves, but totally obedient, and enthusiastic about it too. There was also… uh…”
“We had something of a master/slave dynamic with him, even when we weren’t entranced. It was genuinely hot.” Beth again.

“Well, I believe I can arrange that for you. Do you wish to be enchanted separately, or together?”

“Together, unless-” both said simultaneously, before realising that the other was also happy with the prospect.

“Marvellous; I do enjoy a group session. Do you mind if Dolly here watches on?”

“I don’t mind,” said Zoe.

“That depends,” Beth said. “Would she be participating as well, or…”

“Well, which would you prefer?”

“I’d rather she was involved. I know it’s a bit weird, given she is clearly very enchanted already, but I’d feel weird if she was just on the sidelines the whole time.”

“Then that is what shall happen. Are you both ready?”

“Yes!” Again, both girls spoke in unison. Freya smiled at them once more.

“Then let us begin.”

Almost instantly, Freya created a swarm of hypnotic lights, blinking and moving in a way which almost looked patterned… if you could just watch it for a bit longer…

Zoe and Beth started to drop fast - willing subjects, especially those with practice, and especially those dropping alongside someone else, always did, even if theoretically any traces of past enchantment had been removed from their minds. Soon the two were slumped against each other, eyes just barely cracked open, and Freya was pouring lines about their natural state of submission into their heads. They were very receptive - indeed, she could almost have sworn she felt a desire for yet more coming through their connection as she switched to enslaving them. She had noticed that they were close already, speaking in unison those couple of times, and decided on a whim to reinforce that, making it so they would, by default, speak as one whenever they were this deep.

Satisfied with her work, she decided to issue her slaves’ first orders.

“Wake up, and kneel before me.”

“Yes, Mistress. We obey.” Both girls immediately sat up, faces filled with adoration. As one, they slid off the longue and knelt before their mistress, then moved to prostrate themselves.

“Such well-trained slaves already! Tell me - what is it that you wish for most, in this moment?”

“We wish to pleasure You, Mistress, to show our love for You.”

“All in good time, my dears. But for now, I want you to put on a show. Tell me - have the two of you ever been romantically involved?”

“No, Mistress. She never seemed to show any attraction to me, and I was too shy to ask.” Both voices, again. Well, this was delightful.

“Well, you both heard your fellow slave there - it would seem you are both willing. How about you begin a relationship right now? Take your time.”

As soon as she finished speaking, the two girls were rising to their knees again, beginning to kiss each other. This soon progressed to fondling and then stripping, their bodies entwining. Freya paused them before it became too intense, relocating the small party to the bedroom, where the slaves resumed grinding against each other, Zoe naturally ending up on top. While they were mostly focused on each other, both made sure that Freya also got a good look, turning their bodies towards her. As soon as they had both orgasmed, they resumed kneeling, turning blank, needy faces towards their Mistress and her doll, who was now standing to attention in the corner. Freya moved onto the bed, signalling for them to strip her as she continued talking.

“So… which of you is better at using your mouth?”

“Zoe is, Mistress.”

“Very good. In that case, Zoe, you are to kneel there, and begin pleasuring me. Beth, I want you to attend to my breasts and mouth. Dolly - imagine yourself as one of them, and the pleasure you would feel from that. You had better keep putting on a good show, my dears.”

Her slaves practically attacked her, so eager were they to serve their Mistress. Freya was soon moaning despite herself as she was licked and kissed and groped from all sides by the two entranced beauties, switching between feeling Beth’s own chest and stroking Zoe’s hair. Soon she was climaxing, causing her three subjects to all moan along with her. She slumped briefly against Beth before extricating herself.

“One more order for you now. Dolly, come over here and strip. Is either of you comfortable with having sex with a woman who has a penis?”

“Beth is, Mistress. Zoe, not so much.”

“Very well. Dolly, lie down here.” Haley was now naked, lying on the bed. Freya gestured above her crotch, and cast the same phallic spell she had on her first night at Lightward, this time on her doll. She directed Beth to the phallus and Zoe to Haley’s mouth.

“I believe you all know your roles. Get to it.”

Once again, a triple chorus of sighs and moans began as they set to pleasuring each other, Beth and Zoe also reaching out for the other’s embrace as they humped Haley’s almost perfectly still body. Freya looked on, admiring her handiwork.

Soon enough they had all finished, and Freya decided she had to wrap things up. Knowing their minds would be more worn out and thus pliable, she began to bind Beth and Zoe tighter, making sure they would be her slaves forever, even when out of true trance.

“And I shall have to get some chokers for you, saying “Property of Mistress Freya” on the insides, so that you are always collared. That sounds nice, does it now?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

After bringing all three back up, she sent them on their way. There would be many similar scenes in her room - albeit often involving more trickery - over the next few nights.

***

After dealing with most of the lesser popular girls, Freya decided it was time to go for one of the big targets. She had set her sights on Naomi, the head cheerleader. She was a tall, muscular girl - towering over even Freya - with blonde, curly hair kept in a ponytail and bright blue eyes. After spying on her for a few days, Freya had created a plan she thought would work to snag her prey.

Spotting Naomi in the corridor one morning, Freya seized her moment. She jogged up behind her, then faked a trip, catching and “accidentally” snapping her hair-tie. As the two of them bumbled around, regaining their balance, she jumped in.

“Oh, I’m so sorry! I wasn’t looking where I was going at all, and now I’ve snapped your hair-tie! I can give you a spare, if you’d like?” She deliberately switched to slightly less formal language, trying to appear sincere, and Naomi bought it.

“Yeah, don’t worry; it happens to the best of us. The spare would be great, actually - I always forget to bring one myself.”

Freya passed it over, hoping that the cheerleader would not notice the charm she had placed upon it. Fortunately, she had concealed it well enough, and Naomi slipped it into her hair without a second glance. After running through more apologies, she retreated, and waited for the magic to do its work.

Naomi couldn’t concentrate in class. For whatever reason, the image of that new girl she’d bumped into that morning wouldn’t leave her head. What was her name? Freya. She wasn’t even Naomi’s type, really - she tended to go for people who were a little less… intense? Severe? Nymph-y? But her thoughts just kept returning to that girl. How awkward she’d seemed, how much concern she’d shown for such a minor mistake… how she’d look naked, begging for Naomi to use her…

Gods, she was getting horny. She tried to put it out of her mind, to plough through class, but she just kept coming back to Freya. She looked at the clock desperately. Only 15 minutes until school was out for the day, and she’d be able to find her, and pin her down, and rip her clothes off…

Crap. The teacher was looking at her, expectantly.

“I, uh… sorry, sir, could you repeat the question?”

“I was asking, Miss Cooper, if you had any opinions on Paracelsus’ notes on the mentality of physical magic. You are usually so eager to contribute to such discussions.”

She managed to babble out some half-answer, but her heart wasn’t in it. As soon as the bell rang, she bolted.

Somehow, she knew exactly where Freya would be: in a quiet corridor, near the gym. She seemed to almost be expecting her? The thought fled from her mind as she neared, however, and all she could think of was how to get this irritatingly beautiful girl into bed. She stalked right up to Freya, backing her against a wall.

“Right,” she growled. “I don’t know why, but I can’t stop thinking about you. It’s been very distracting, and you are going to make up for that by fucking me right now, or so help me…”

Freya just smiled condescendingly. “Oh, darling. You will need to ask more politely than that.”

Naomi growled in response, lunging for her… but somehow, Freya slipped out of her grasp, ending up behind her.

“My, my. Whatever happened to your manners?”

Naomi rushed her again, but Freya dodged once more. The two kept up this strange dance - Naomi growling in frustration, movement becoming wilder; Freya slipping away and scolding her - until the cheerleader was panting with frustration and pent-up lust. As Naomi took a brief pause, Freya approached her.

“Have you changed your mind yet? Of course, you will need to ask even more nicely now that you have been so rude. Or perhaps that is too far for you, and you are just a snarling, untamed puppy.”

Something about that combination of words got through to Naomi, and she considered asking for the first time. Before she knew it, she was looking meekly at her shoes as she began to talk calmly.

“I’m- I’m very sorry, Freya, I don’t know what came over me. Could you please kiss me? I won’t ask for more.”

“Much better… but still not enough. Get on your knees and beg.”

“What?! I-” She cut herself off mid-sentence, as she found herself sinking to a kneel almost despite herself, rage vanishing.

“Please, Freya. I’m so, so sorry that I ever threatened you like that, I need you, I know I’m not worthy, just please, Mistress, I’ll do whatever you want, please forgive me…”

“Now, that is much prettier. Good girl! Perhaps you do have some training after all.”

Naomi whined, attempting to scoot closer to Freya. The purple-haired girl allowed it, letting Naomi brush against her legs. Unconsciously, she was beginning to pant as Freya began to scratch behind her ears.

“There we go; good girl. That apology is accepted. I believe I shall teach you many more tricks, my puppy. For a start - heel.”

Naomi immediately stood up, hands out in front of her like paws, and began trotting after Freya, allowing herself to be led to the dorms and her Mistress’ bedroom. Soon enough, she was stripped and whining under Freya’s touch, acting out the role of a horny bitch perfectly as Mistress trained her. The hair-tie was discarded as Freya leashed her directly with her power. Such strength of body would definitely be useful in the future, Freya mused.

***

Maria was beginning to come around, discovering that with Freya’s mental touch keeping her from petty distractions such as the social hierarchy, she was starting to engage properly with lessons and think ahead to her plans after school. The two of them were in Freya’s room one evening, discussing which electives would be right for her, when there was a knock at the door. Freya got up to answer it, and was surprised to find herself face-to-face with Cass, the head of the Student Council.

Cass was a girl of average build, with brown hair kept up in a slightly messy bun. She had also been Freya’s next major target, but she was not expecting to be approached directly. She was greeted by her unexpected visitor with a smile.

“Hey, Freya. I’ve been meaning to talk with you, as the new girl, for a while, but never quite got round to it - is now a good time?”

“Certainly. Maria is visiting right now, but we were not doing anything important - I can ask her to leave, if you would prefer?”

“Actually, I wanted to chat with her as well - the two conversations are linked, actually. So if she doesn’t mind, she can stay.”

Freya led Cass into the main room, gesturing for her to take a seat. Cass asked the standard questions - why had Freya changed schools, was she settling in okay, making friends, getting used to the teachers, and so on. Freya answered all of them politely, if not entirely honestly, as a plan began to form in her mind. She had come up with some ideas for how she might get Cass on-side, and now might actually present a great opportunity.

With the formalities over, Cass turned to more specific points of discussion.

“So, there’s something I wanted to ask you about - and this is where you come in, Maria. Several students have been talking about how Freya managed to persuade you to be… how to put this…”

“Less of a bitch?” Maria cut in.

“Well… yes. How did she manage that? Because none of the staff or Council members have had any luck.”

Freya smiled. “Well, I can always provide a demonstration. If that would be acceptable to both of you?” Maria nodded immediately - not that Freya would have allowed her another answer. Cass raised an eyebrow.

“Well, now I’m intrigued. Go on.”

Freya leaned over to Maria and kissed her on the head, sending a light wave of power through her. “Maria? Be a good girl for me, get on your knees, and begin reciting your mantra.”

Maria’s gaze immediately softened as the spell strengthened. She knelt.

“I am Mistress Freya’s inferior. Mistress Freya is my superior. Inferiors must obey their superiors absolutely. Therefore, I must obey Mistress Freya absolutely. I am Mistress Freya’s inferior…”

As Cass stared in shock at the entranced girl, Freya subtly triggered the external doors to lock. The slight click jolted Cass out of her surprise, and she looked at Freya with a mix of anger, horror, and disgust.

“You- you’ve enchanted her? That is- I can’t even begin to list all the ways that’s wrong, against school rules, illegal… Do you have any idea how much trouble you’ll be in when this is discovered?”

“Well, yes. I would say exactly enough trouble to get expelled from my previous school and be forced to come here. My apologies for the white lie there, but I could not exactly be honest with you until I knew I could get you.” She did not break eye contact the entire time, forcing Cass to do so as she tried to run for the door. Finding it locked, she turned back to Freya in a panic, as she continued speaking, Maria still droning away at her feet.

“Honestly, I do not understand why people get so outraged by my behaviour. As you noted, my control over Maria has benefitted the whole school - and her own life. I daresay the same applies to Haley, and Zoe, and Naomi…”

Cass’ heart dropped - this went deeper than she’d thought. She quickly ran through her options. She scanned the room for magic, and quickly discovered all the exits to be barred and the walls to be soundproofed, so running and/or screaming were out of the question. Could she fight Freya? No, she wasn’t that competent at magical or physical combat; summoning was more of her thing. Bust down the walls? No, they were magically strengthened no matter where you were at Lightward, and she would probably take too long even if they weren’t. Trick her way out? Perhaps she could fake illness or something, but maybe Freya would detect that, and maybe she’d enchant her anyway as insurance. A cold pit formed in her stomach. It would seem the only way out was through. She took a deep breath.

“I want to negotiate.”

“Negotiate what, my dear?”

“Don’t call me that. Not yet.”

Freya inclined her head in acknowledgement as Cass continued.

“I will allow you to enchant me, if you agree to my terms. I can’t see any way out of here, and I assume you would prefer a willing subject.”

“You are a smart one. Very well. Let us bargain. Maria? Sleep. You will not hear Cass’ and my conversation while you are under.”

Cass returned to her spot in the armchair, facing Freya, who began using Maria’s back as a footstool. She met Cass’ eyes.
“So. What are your conditions, then?”

“Right. Number one: don’t expect any help from me for capturing more people. I assume you’ll want me to turn a blind eye to your behaviour, and I’ll accept that, but I won’t encourage anyone to see you or get involved.

“Number two: I want to be able to critique, change, or refuse almost any order you give me. I won’t abuse this, but I don’t want you tricking me into helping more than I’ll have to. I also want to be able to insult you at any time.

“And number three: you had better do a damn good job of enchanting me, so that I can’t even think about escaping - otherwise, I’ll just be miserable.”

Freya had been sitting back, allowing her to talk, and mulling over the conditions she was laying out. They seemed reasonable - it would be disappointing to have less influence than she had planned for, but she could adapt, and the reduction in power needed to keep a willing Cass in line would absolutely be worth it. And perhaps she could use the critique to her advantage - Cass seemed like she would make for a good devil’s advocate. She spoke.

“I am willing to agree to those conditions, but I have a few points to make clear myself.

“First, you will be my spy on the Council. To be clear, I will not require you to report everything; just anyone who seems to be suspicious of me. I also will not require you to deflect suspicion from me, beyond how it pertains to yourself. If you do not agree, then we will not have a deal, and I shall take you by force - although I am open to further negotiation.

“Second, I will try and persuade you to change your mind on that first condition. Not with enchantment or any other magic, just mundane persuasion. I genuinely do believe that the whole school being under my control is better for everyone, and I want you to see that.

“And third, I genuinely want to know how you feel about sexual intercourse with me. As you have probably guessed, those under my control are effectively my personal harem. I would add you to that under this agreement, if you are willing.”

Cass was slumped back in her chair in resignation. “Well, it’s not like you’re giving me much choice. Yes, I’m fine with all that. Just make sure I really become fine with it - I don’t want to be trapped in a body that’s doing stuff I still find horrible.”

“What sort of monster do you take me for? I want to help my servants, not make their lives a misery. Now, hold still.”

Freya stood up, stepping around Maria’s sleeping form, and stood over Cass, who looked up at her with a mix of fear and resignation. She gave what she hoped was a comforting smile, and began to lean in for a kiss. Just before they made contact, she whispered to the president.

“For what it is worth, I admire your decision to accept my dominance and negotiate. Few would recognise they were in a hopeless position, and would rather struggle to the bitter end. I will enjoy having your brain on my side.”

She kissed her gently, power streaming from her lips into Cass’ mind. Unlike Maria, the brunette kissed her back - initially with reluctance, then more strongly as she fell under Freya’s power. Once her mind was nice and blank, Freya broke off the kiss, allowing her new spy to slump backwards into the chair. She briefly turned to Maria, ordering her to leave and forget anything that she knew of this meeting, beyond the fact that Cass was now converted. She would have preferred to do so sooner, to give the two of them more privacy, but the door being open even for the shortest period would have given Cass a chance to escape.

For now, Freya decided the best route was to just leave Cass completely blank when they were having sex - she would settle on a better way to mould her later, with her help. In the moment, however, she carried the brunette, head lolling, over to the bed, and began to gently undress her and arouse her body. With her reservations as vanished as the rest of her mind, she was quite responsive, and soon Freya was caressing her entire body, grinding against it herself as she inducted her new slave, nice and slowly. Once they were finished, she brought the president’s mind back, and began to whisper her commands, engraving them into her mind. For now, they were simple and robust enough that Cass offered no feedback beyond a murmured “I will obey” every now and then. Satisfied with her work, Freya woke her up as truly as she was willing and sent her on her way. Cass left hurriedly, pausing only to gesture rudely at her as she left. Despite this minor insubordination, Freya was content - she had, as far as she could tell, got the better end of the deal.

Cass found her emotions completely jumbled as she returned to her own room. On the one hand, she was indignant and horrified at what had just happened to her - technically, she was now supporting an illegal sex ring, among other problems - although Freya was preventing her from dwelling on that too much, which she guessed she was grateful for. But… she also found herself reluctantly admiring Freya. She had been allowed to keep all her memories of the evening, and so knew that Freya had kept her word. Further, she had treated her nicely - warmly, even. The sex, she had to admit, had been fantastic, and Freya had been as respectful as it was possible to be throughout, given that she had been rearranging Cass’ mind and forcing her to submit in the process. These emotions would take a while to sort out… but she knew that part of her brain was already longing for the next time Freya would take her.