Alana gave herself a once over in the mirror.  ‘Hair neat enough. Outfit was fine. Mascara was fine,’ she thought to herself. Yet in the recesses of her mind a thought hid away. One that flaunted itself upon hearing her roommate call out to her. 

“I’ll be right there Simone,” Alana responded. Instinctively she grabbed for her perfume but retracted her hand a the instruction to not wear one at behest of the hostess. Alana had never much been into perfumes and fragrances but she had found one she liked and she liked to wear it when it was appropriate. Tonight seemed appropriate on paper, but Simone had made it clear that Alana shouldn’t tonight. She straightened out her cream blouse making sure it wasn’t crumpled on the hem of her jeans and left the bathroom. In the living room she found Simone. Her attire consisted of black pin prick stilettos that looked dreadful to walk in, a black dress that seemed to be a size too tight the way it clung to her skin and a face full of makeup. It was an obviously attractive look, Alana could recognise that, but it was strange. Not that Alana was dressing attractively, she could do what she wanted obviously, but a month ago pretty much all she wore was track pants and sweats. Then she met the roommates they were going to visit tonight and suddenly she started hanging out with them two to three times a week. She’d gone over to study with one of the girls was in her ecology class, but when she returned… well, to Alana it felt like Simone hadn’t returned. Not the Simone she knew anyhow. 

“Ready to go?” Simone asked with a tinge of eagerness as she ushered Alana towards the front door.

Alana quickly scrambled to grab her keys off of the foyer table and barely managed to snag her finger in the ring before they plummeted to the ground. She tucked them into her purse as Simone continued.

“These girls are amazing. You’re going to love them, and I’m sure they are going to love you,” Simone said.

Alana smiled. A slight discrepancy to the chills she felt at the back of her neck. There was a predatory undercurrent behind Simone’s words that stuck out to Alana, and something about tonight seemed like it might be a little uneasy for her. ‘You’re overthinking Alana. Chill,’ Alana thought to herself, but it did little to dissuade the slight knot forming in her stomach.

The walk to the apartment was quick thankfully. It wasn’t cold out, but it wasn’t blistering with heat either and an extra degree or two of warmth would not have gone amiss. Alana and Simone stood outside the apartment door. Alana looking Simone up and down who stood there with a big grin staring at the door. Her arms were rigid by her side and her hands behind her back. Next to her, Alana felt almost underdressed. But this was only going to be a girls night. Of sorts at least. Alana wasn’t exactly certain what was in store, outside of meeting two new people. They had been waiting a minute or so, yet Simone hadn’t budged in inch. She hadn’t even grabbed her phone out and all of her attention was fixated on the door in front. The door that now opened.

“Come in! Goddess will be with us shortly.” A woman stood at the door. Light blonde hair was pulled back into a high ponytail. Alana could see the hints of darker roots beginning to peep out at the very edges of the hairline. Otherwise, she was dressed similar to Simone. A tight dress and some heels. Perhaps it should have warded Alana off, for she did find it peculiar, but her investigative tendencies did mean she wanted to investigate. ‘Did she say Goddess? I must have misheard that. Right?’ Alana thought.

As though awoken from a spell, the moment the woman invited Alana and Simone in, Simone’s body seemingly came unstuck and she introduced her, “Alana, this is Freya. Freya, Alana.”

Alana smiled and gave a small hug. The two kissed each others cheeks. Alana took notice that there was no discernible fragrance on Freya either. ‘Perhaps this other girl had asthma or allergies of some sort. That would make sense,’ she thought. “A pleasure to meet you Freya,” Alana said waiting for some sort of response, instead Freya led the two inside closing the door behind with an extra click as the lock slid into place. 

To say Alana was wary would have been a slight understatement but she certainly wasn’t entirely on edge either. Her acute awareness at the chosen outfits of at least two other attendees did make her feel like a sore thumb. 

“Yes, the two of us were taking an ecology class together, then Simone came over for some study and it went so well we’ve kept it up.” Freya said. The way she and Simone looked at each other told of an underlying meaning or knowledge. An inside joke that Alana did not have the adequate understanding to partake in. If anything it fed her curiosity as to what the entire situation was. Alana glanced around the apartment as they went to the living area. It wasn’t anything lavish. A small dining and living area with a couple bedrooms tucked away and a small kitchenette hidden in a corner. The walls were slightly off white and various trinkets decorated the few surfaces available in the room. It was a nice apartment. Quaint. 

Simone grabbed a jug of water and some glasses from the kitchenette. Alana noted that she knew where the glasses were. Simone walked over and took a seat on the side of the couch. Freya took a seat there too leaving room for one in the middle. Alana decided instead to take a seat in one of the two chairs that sat either end the coffee table. They sat in a silence stretching beyond the horizon. Alana’s eyes darted between the two, but neither seemed to be paying her any attention. Or anything else for that matter. They both stared ahead glassy eyed.

“So… Freya right? What are you studying?” Alana asked to attempt to quell the crushing silence.

Freya’s head turned quickly and an uncomfortably unnatural smile was plastered across her face. “I study economics,” she said, “ecology is an elective.” She turned back to looking ahead.

Alana’s left hand nervously clutched at her right arm. Her nails scratching slightly. A nervous reaction she had had for years. Simone had said the night would be fun. Alana assumed there would be some level of conversation in that fun, but they were just sitting there like mannequins. As Alana contemplated standing and leaving, one of the doors swung open. 

A woman with jet black hair walked out. The ends of her hair were dyed a dark green that stood out from the black leather jacket she wore. Black lips smiled at Alana as the woman began to walk towards her. Alana’s eyes darted around the room, occasionally coming back to rest on the woman’s blue eyes. The realisation that she didn’t know this woman’s name set in. Glancing towards Simone for a hint offered no respite either as Simone’s eyes remained fixated on the woman as she rounded the table. As the distance closed, Alana quickly picked up the aroma of the woman’s fragrance. A deep perfume of Rose, Sandalwood, and Honey. Alana didn’t mind it, but she preferred her own at home. ‘Wait… so she is wearing perfume? Why was I told not to?’ The assumption it was for some kind of health reason was thrown out but before Alana could ponder for longer, the woman stretched out a slender hand to be shaken. 

Alana took it tenderly. Her skin was smooth and soft; the grip light. 

“Welcome to our humble abode Alana,” the girl said. As she spoke Alana’s name she smiled and scrunched her nose like how one might talk to a young child. 

“Thank you. Sorry, Simone must have mentioned and I forgot, but what is your name?” Alana asked sheepishly. Not knowing the hosts name was a social faux pas that Alana tried to avoid.

“Beatrice,” she chuckled. It wasn’t a funny laugh or a belly laugh. Nor was it cruel. It felt more matter of fact, like a game was afoot. A game that’s outcome had long been decided.

Alana herself retreated back to the comfort of the seat behind her as Beatrice talked. There was an off putting menace that permeated her demeanour, as though she could snap in a moment. Beatrice then continued around the table and took the final space on the couch between the other two. Slender fingers draped across Simone and Freya’s legs that caused their bodies to near melt. Any semblance of rigidity all but disappeared as they fell back into the couch; dumb smiles plastered on their face. Beatrice produced a black felt bag from within her top and looked towards Alana.

“So, we have this special version of truth or dare we play. I think it will be a fun way to get to know each other. What do you say Alana?” Beatrice held the bag by a delicate string between two fingers letting it sway slightly under her grasp. It sagged from the contents almost ready to slip from Beatrice’s grasp if given permission.

Alana could feel it was a trap. Voices in her mind told her to leave… something was wrong; but she quelled them to not cause a scene. Whatever was happening with Freya and Simone wouldn’t happen to her. How could it if she never took a dare?

“Sure, how does it work?” Alana feigned interest when it was the farthest thing from her mind and she was honestly hoping to find some method to escape. 

“It’s quite simple. We each have a 20 sided die. Each round we roll, the winner gives the loser a truth or a dare. Draws, both parties take or provide a truth or dare. A 1 or 20 is a critical roll and the loser must take a truth and a dare. Simple enough right?” Beatrice tipped the contents of the bag out onto the table. 

Alana noticed quickly that other dice were in there too, from standard dice to other variations she understood were likely used for table top games she had never participated in. Quickly she grabbed up a dark looking dice. It was cool in her hand and it didn’t seem to grow warmer as she held it. Beatrice picked up a dice and at a snap of her fingers, the other two quickly grabbed one each and looked more full of life than Alana had seen all night.

Beatrice shook her dice and rolled. Everyone followed suit. There was some clacking and the result was calculated. Alana rolled a 12, the other girl an 8, Simone a 3, and Freya a 15. 

“Truth or Dare Simone?” Freya said airing a predatory desire.

“Dare.” Simone blushed while meeting the challenge.

“I dare you to…. kiss me.” 

Alana sat back somewhat shocked at the brashness. She wasn’t judging but her initial hope of perhaps this being just a friendly game was quickly discarded. Not that Alana was against this style of play either it was fun, but she was more expecting it after a few drinks not as the first dare of the evening. Even more so as Simone stood up sultrily and waltzed over before bending over and locking lips passionately with Freya. The whole time, Beatrice only watched and smirked like she had a role to play in all this. Deep down Alana knew she did, and she knew she should leave. Morbid curiosity however denied her legs function as she grabbed her dice and rolled again. 

Middle of the pack again. This time, Beatrice won. Simone lost again.

“Simone. Whenever someone says your name, you will say, ‘Good girls obey.’ Do you understand Simone?” 

“I understand Goddess. Good girls obey.”

“What was that Simone? I didn’t hear you,” Freya said.

“Good girls obey,” Simone said a little louder, but with a tinge less bravado.

Alana watched in shock. The alarm bells in her mind ringing louder, but also… it was kind of hot. At least, a hot idea. It couldn’t be real. Right? It was all just some form of role play fun between friends. A quick tap from Freya alerted her to the fact the dice had been rolled again. She quickly rolled hers… the lowest score.

“Uhh truth. Truth,” she stammered. Trying to seal her words with confidence, without looking at who rolled highest.

Beatrice looked at her with fire in her eyes. “Did you like what I did to Simone?”

“Good girls obey.”

“I uh,” Alana looked at her roommate. 'Had she moved closer to Beatrice?' Alana had never given that sort of play any thought and witnessing it so brazenly was off putting at the least. "No, not really," she finally finished, even if a part of her was curious to the inner dynamics at play.

A few more rounds went by; scattered amongst them was Simone’s chorus of “Good girls obey,” whenever someone called on her. Alana was able to dare Freya at one point. It was kind of milquetoast but she asked her what she thought of ‘her Goddess.’ Alana didn't hate the term but it felt like a bad taste in the mouth. It was however what Freya used and to be respectful of that, Alana did too.

“I love serving, pleasing, and obeying my Goddess. She gives me a deeper meaning. Her pleasure is mine.”

A couple times Alana had lost, but she always took a truth. Obviously she was meant to be honest, but a couple white lies or obscured truths wouldn’t hurt. Being entirely open and honest felt like a recipe for disaster and Alana wanted to avoid that. Even if disaster was inevitable at this point. 

Alana rolled, finally feeling a little more comfortable in the confines of the apartment and like she could get through the night. Then she rolled a one, at the same time as Freya. And who else but Beatrice rolling the highest. An evil smile coiled along her lips. 

“Oooh. Two crits? My aren’t I a lucky one? Freya, do you think Alana should have a closer seat to me?”

“I do Goddess.” Freya looked at Alana with the same predatory look as Beatrice. 

“Good girls. I dare you to get on the floor in front of me as my footstool Freya. And you Alana, I dare you to take the seat next to me.” Beatrice patted the now vacant spot next to her as Freya crouched down in front so her back could be used as a foot rest.

Alana gulped. A truth was easy to hide. A dare though… part of her considered leaving as she stood up… but what harm could sitting a little closer really do? Alana minced her steps as she walked over and took a seat. Instantly the aroma of Beatrice’s fragrance hit her like she’d run into a brick wall. Her skin prickled.

“And Alana, as your truth, have you been entirely honest tonight?”

“N-no,” she stammered. Her mind too distracted by the fragrance to maintain the lies. Alana blushed deeply. Both from being caught and being honest. “Simone, I think I’m nearly ready to leave.”

“Good girls obey,” her voice droned especially close to monotonously with little to no recognition of the sentence that proceeded it.

“A couple more rounds. That’s all. I promise,” Beatrice said.

Alana nodded. Part of her didn’t believe the words, another hoped they were true… and another part hoped they weren’t. Acutely aware of the warmth and proximity of Beatrice beside her to little to calm Alana’s racing heart. Simone was hardly paying attention to anything other than rolling and saying ‘good girls obey’ when her name was said (not that much conversation was happening outside of the game anyway), and Freya… well Freya remained on the floor as a footstool. A couple rounds went by before Alana lost again. This time it was Simone who won… and with a 20. Before she even had a chance to say anything, Beatrice leant towards her and whispered in her ear.

“Good girls obey. Alana, what do you think of Goddess’ perfume?” While awaiting a response Simone took Beatrice’s arm and guided it to her nose. A whimpering sound escaped her lips as she took what could have been described as a drag of the perfume into her lungs.

“It’s very strong. It isn’t bad. It’s not my favourite,” Alana said to play along. Although Beatrice was focused on Simone, a sharp side eye provided an acknowledgment of hearing.

“Oh yes, and whenever I say ‘Good girls obey,’ you have to say ‘I’m a good girl.’ Not whisper it or something silly but say it!” Simone smiled devilishly as she went back to inhaling from Beatrice’s arm.

Alana blushed red. Her cheeks would have been hot enough to cook a chicken and that was only fuelled more when Beatrice, and then Freya both said ‘Good girl Simone.’

“Good girls obey. Good girls obey.” The three turned to face Alana expectantly.

“I’m a good girl.” She mumbled under her breath.

“Tut tut. The instruction was to enunciate clearly,” Beatrice said sternly.

Alana swallowed. Her throat near refused to cooperate. “I’m a good girl. I’m a good girl,” Alana managed. 

“Very good. Don’t you agree Simone?” Beatrice said while glaring at Alana.

“Good girls obey. It was great but I know you can do better Alana.”

“I’m a good girl,” Alana said. “It didn’t mean anything,” she thought to herself. “Simone we should really think about leaving soon.

“Good girls obey. Only when Goddess says I may leave!”

“I’m a good girl.” Alana shuddered. 'Maybe she should just leave without her…' she thought as the walls seemed to close in. 

As though reading the discomfort Beatrice spoke, “if you win the roll and I lose it, you can dare me to let you both leave.” She shrugged like the solution was easy. It was easy. In theory. “You’ll be a good girl and stay until the game ends, correct?”

“Y-yes,” Alana said. She would be a good girl and good girls obey after all. Alarms should have stirred Alana from the slight stupor she found herself in, but thinking was beyond her. She was tired. Alana looked at Simone who’s eyelids were maybe half open if she was being generous. They were both tired. They should head home soon but the game had to finish first. 

Alana picked up her die and rolled. A 16. Alana breathed a sigh out of relief. She would be safe this round. The other girls rolled. Two 18s and a 20. Alana couldn’t believe it. Thankfully Freya had been the one to roll the 20 and not Beatrice, but it still meant a truth and a dare.

From the ground came Freya’s voice, “I dare you to only choose dare for the rest of the game. And for your truth… do you really want to go home?”

Alana shivered. Low rolls would be extra punishing now. “Yes, I want to go home.” The question seemed a little silly. Alana believed her stance abundantly clear. At least nothing revealing had to be told was a slight saving grace.

Another two rounds went by with no win, but no loss either. Simone had dared Freya to suck her toes which she was now doing. The muffled slurps barely carried past the couch. Alana couldn’t actually see the action due to Beatrice being between them and she didn’t want to lean across. For a few reasons.

“You look a bit stressed Alana. Take some deep breaths. Relax. It is just a game,” Beatrice whispered to her. The words laced with the sweetness of honey and the stickiness. “Don’t forget to roll Simone.”

“Good girls obey.”

“I’m a good girl,” Alana said as she took a deep breath. Beatrice’s perfume filled her lungs. It was relaxing. Alana relaxed. It was only a game after all. She rolled. Lowest number. Freya won at least. “Dare!” Alana said with more emphasis than perhaps she meant, but she would do as her dares said.

The suckling stopped of toes stopped momentarily. “I dare you to roll a d10 for the rest of the game!”

“You will accept your dare. Correct?” Beatrice held out a 10 sided die to Alana.

“Correct.” Alana took the die. Alana felt something in the back of her mind but with a deep breath, she relaxed. Like she’d been told. It was only a game.

Alana wasn’t surprised that she rolled lowest for the next few rounds. The dares were getting confusing so she moved closed to Beatrice to help her understand what to do. All Alana had to do was follow Beatrice’s lead. It was easy to follow Beatrice’s lead. Alana was a good girl. Good girls obey.

The next roll Alana rolled a nine but Simone rolled lower. Alana was disappointed. She enjoyed being dared. Thankfully Beatrice dared Simone to stop rolling. At this point Freya had already stopped rolling, but Alana hadn’t noticed. Alana also hadn’t noticed that Freya was now sucking and massaging Beatrice’s feet. All Alana’s attention was on Beatrice. They rolled again. At least, Beatrice had said they’d rolled again. Alana was finding it hard to remember if she’d rolled. Her body was heavy and relaxed next to Beatrice. Alana was obeying. Alana was a good girl. Good girls obey. Alana felt warm. It felt good to obey. Alana would be blank.

Alana came too. It was late. The game was done. Her mind was foggy and as she tried to fight through it she found the fog just settled in deeper. 

“You looked tired Alana. You will stay the night.” Beatrice gently stroked the outline of Alana’s chin.

Alana sighed and leant into the touch. “Yea, I will stay the night.” Alana was tired after all, it made sense to do what Beatrice said and stay.

“Good girl,” Beatrice whispered.

“I am a good girl,” Alana whispered back. A shiver coursed up her spine as pleasure ignited through the fog in her mind.

“What do good girls do Alana?”

“Good girls obey you.” Alana took a deep breath to savour Beatrice’s fragrance. She had been told to whenever asked what good girls do. Alana enjoyed it to, it was the best perfume she had ever had the pleasure of smelling in her life. Alana used to think hers was her favourite but Beatrice had said, “my perfume is the most divine scent you have ever smelled. You are blessed to be under it’s influence.” Alana took another deep breath. Blessed was correct. The perfume was a divine elixir, better than even her favourite perfume. Not that she’d ever wear it again, she obviously wouldn’t want to clash with Beatrice.

“That’s right.” Beatrice smiled at Alana. Alana could only see care and dedication, but there was a malicious glint behind the eyes basking in another successful conquest. Gently stroking Alana’s cheek guided her to look up towards Beatrice. Her eyes now filled with the rightful recognition of power. Beatrice took her hand, as well as the other girls and led them to her room. Another night she would have continued the play, but Alana had taken some time to crack; there was no need to jeopardise good progress. Instead Beatrice guided them to bed. Freya and Simone were dispatched to dreamland quickly, but Alana received some more focused treatment. Whispers of submission to caress faint resistances that remained. Douses of calmness to quench cinders of anxiety. Hints of pleasure to tease the senses. The effects were subtle. Alana leaning a little closer, her breaths growing deeper, and of course, her nipples standing rigidly against her top. A perfect response. It was good progress, but Beatrice was tired. Further training could occur in the morning. She nurtured Alana’s nose to her neck and corralled her to sleep before eventually fading for the night as well. 

Alana stirred. Something felt different. Her eyes flickered open to an unfamiliar room. Simone was here. And.. Freya. Her head kind of hurt as she tried to fight off the fog of sleep. A fluttering heartbeat flared as she recalled being at Beatrice’s house for the night. Alana belonged here. Then where was Beatrice? The other two were still asleep. “Should I get up?” As quickly as she’d thought it, an answer surfaced, “I will wait for Beatrice to be ready for me.” So, wait she did. Her fingers coiled into her palm. A discomfort ate at her. The unfamiliarity was strange and something about it felt off. This wasn’t normal. The fog in Alana’s mind felt heavy and clamming, yet it also seemed to be dissipating. A door opened to the side of Alana. A door to an ensuite she hadn’t noticed nor knew about. Beatrice stood silhouetted against the frame. A slender leg peeking from below a sheer crimson bathrobe. A wave of aroma washed across the room. Alana automatically took a deep breath. Any weight of the fog that had felt like it lifted instantly reformed tenfold. Alana’s eyes locked onto Beatrice as she strutted across the room allowing the robe to ride up her thigh. Alana could feel her nipples hardening against her bra. 

“You looked a bit stressed Alana dear. Is everything okay?” Beatrice said as she climbed onto the bed and took up position next to Alana. The other two didn’t stir. A smile formed as Alana leant across to her and began to talk.

“I felt uncomfortable waking up somewhere unfamiliar. I… wasn’t sure what was happening.” Alana gripped at Beatrice’s arm slightly harder.

“I understand.” Beatrice turned Alana, who offered not an ounce of resistance, around to face into her chest. Slowly Alana’s head slumped forward until it was buried in Beatrice’s cleavage. “That’s it. Good girl.” A mumbled I’m a good girl confirmed that Alana was listening. And obeying. “Relax. You’re safe with me. In my house you are comfortable because it’s a reminder of me. You are comfortable with me right Alana?”

Alana nodded very lightly not wanting to disturb herself. Nor did she have the energy to nod any harder. Her body had melted against Beatrice. Into Beatrice. She was comfortable with Beatrice. In Beatrice’s home. Yeah. Alana wrapped her arms around Beatrice’s back. No… Goddess. Alana smiled.

“I am a divine being worthy of that title after all aren’t I Alana?” Beatrice said coyly.

“Yes Goddess.” Alana’s heart skipped a beat as she clenched her legs while trying to stifle a moan. Before she could register the feelings properly she felt fingers teasing at her waist. ‘Fuck,’ she thought. She wanted them deeper. She needed them to use her. Goddess was still whispering to her but Alana was hardly paying attention.

“Please. Use me. Goddess please please. Fuck. I’ll do anything for you my divine Goddess please. I am your loyal doll.” Alana whimpered loudly at the word doll. She’d never thought of herself as a doll… but it was entirely correct. Alana was only a plaything for Goddess. Made to obey.

“Good doll.” The whispered words were in sync with the fingers as they plunged into her pants and began to rub and tease.

“I am a good Doll. Good dolls obey. Doll obeys Goddess,” Alana started repeating. Each word made her pussy yearn for more. Alana’s eyes were on her Goddess as she turned to the others. With a snap of her powerful fingers they awoke and sprung to action. They both slinked towards Doll and Beatrice.

“Has the new Doll accepted her place?” Freya said each word made of pure desire.

“Yes. Yes. Doll accepts,” Alana said breathlessly as her back arched into Beatrice’s touch.

Like a beast unleashed, Freya leapt forward to begin ravaging at Alana’s breasts. Teeth grazed across the soft mounts. Hands groped at her nipples, pinching and pulling. Meanwhile, Simone laid next to Alana whispering into her ear as her fingers mercilessly teased her mouth. 

“Be a good Doll and suck,” Beatrice said.

“I am a good Doll. Good Dolls obey. I obey you Goddess.” Alana quickly locked her lips around Simone’s fingers and began to suck on them as deep as she could.

Simone moaned. “I knew you’d make a perfect Doll for Goddess. I’m so happy you decided to join us yesterday,” Simone whispered. “It was all planned. To lure you in with a simple girls night get your mind weak hearing me say that ‘good girls obey,’ sitting closer to our divine Goddess to get lost in her majestic fragrance.’

Alana could hear the words but did little to actually recognise them. Her mind was empty. Entirely. Devoid of anything but the pleasure her Goddess provided. Her Goddess snapped her fingers. Alana’s body tensed as pleasure ripped through her entirely. Her body shook violently as the other girls giggled and started making out. Alana remained motionless as her Goddess whispered to her some more. Eventually her body regained feeling. She sat up and locked lips with her Goddess in a passionate kiss before apologising and saying she had to leave for class today. Simone and her gathered their things and left. The door to the apartment shut behind them with a quiet click. A far cry from the excitement that had just been experienced within the confines of the bedroom.

“Did you have fun?” Simone asked with a slight nudge of the shoulder.

Alana thought of all that had happened. She blushed deeply and felt her legs begin to warm. “I did.”

“We can come back to play with Goddess again next week.”

“I’d love that,” Alana said, genuinely, picking up the pace. If she arrived home quickly enough she may be able to fit in another orgasm for her Goddess before class.