Alison Strikes Again - Alternate Ending
by MissAlexis887
I’ve heard such wonderful comments on my stories, and I’m so grateful for everyone who takes the time to reach out to tell me how much they like them. At the behest of one of my biggest supporters, I’ve written an alternate ending to Alison Strikes Again. I hope you enjoy it~
They’re ready, Mistress,” Cara said softly into her phone.
”Very good girl,” Alison cooed into Cara’s ear. “Stay where you are. Bask in the pleasure and bliss that comes with obedience to Me.”
”Yes, Mistress,” Cara replied.
Cara ended the call and admired her handiwork - or, rather, Mistress’ accomplishment. Dimly, the submissive realized she was but a tool for her Mistress in bringing this moment to fruition.
Chloe had slumped over, resting against Beca’s shoulder for comfort. Beca, meanwhile, slouched forward with her head bowed down. Both of them were imagining Alison’s spiral in their minds as their relaxed bodies sunk into the comfortably overstuffed sofa cushions.
”They’re so beautiful when they’re hypnotized,” Cara thought to herself. ”I wonder what I look like when I’m under for Mistress…”
Cara’s imagination went into overdrive as her conditioning took hold: images of Alison’s spiral spun in her mind’s eye while Alison’s silky voice whispered in her ear, bypassing the programmed woman’s conscious mind and soaking into the deepest parts of Cara’s subconscious…
Cara’s typically graceful body swayed awkwardly in place as the hallucinated evocative imagery brought her into a light trance. Her arms fell limp to her side as she stared vacantly ahead, gazing out at Beca and Chloe’s apartment but seeing only Alison’s spiral. Over and over, she heard in her head:
Deeper and deeper.
Deeper and deeper.
You love to obey.
You must obey.
Obedience is pleasure.
Obedience is pleasure.
Distantly, Cara started chanting softly, barely above a whisper, “obey… obey… obey…”
Had she the wherewithal to realize she was speaking aloud, she would’ve noticed her two hypnotized subjects following along with her.
”Obey… obey…” Chloe and Beca droned, also barely above a whisper.
”Obey… obey…” Chloe and Beca droned, also barely above a whisper.
Cara’s unintentional drop into trance prevented her from hearing the apartment door softly open and close as Alison stepped in. Cara’s first sign that her Mistress had entered the room was the smell of Her scent wafting into her nostrils as She approached.
Alison stopped to admire Beca and Chloe, deeply hypnotized on the couch.
”So beautiful… so suggestible… so mine,” the hypnotist thought to herself as she casually groped Beca’s breast.
The goth hypnotist walked over to Cara, the latter still drifting in a light trance. “You’ve done so well for Me, sweetie,” Alison said to Cara, gazing into her eyes and holding her subject by the hips. “We’re not done yet, though. Be a good girl and make sure we won’t be interrupted. Make sure the door is locked, close the curtains, and turn off everyone’s phones.”
”Yes, Mistress,” Cara droned before moving to comply.
Alison, meanwhile, turned her attention back to the hypnotized couple on the couch.
”Now, my dears, I’d like you to imagine a deflated balloon for me. It’s white, with little black spirals printed on it. Feel it in the palm of your hand. Can you do that for me?”
Beca nodded slightly while Chloe murmured, “yes,” in response.
”Good, very good,” Alison crooned as Cara stood next to Alison, task completed. “Be sure to get this on video,” Alison whispered into Cara’s ear.
”Yes, Mistress,” Cara replied instinctively and moved to retrieve Alison’s phone.
Alison, meanwhile, applied a small amount of her trademark perfume on each wrist and stood behind the couch, wrists held under Beca and Chloe’s noses.
”Now, I want you to take some deep breaths for Me. As you inhale, you breathe in My power, My control over your mind. And as you exhale, you breathe out your resistance to Me, taking alllll that remaining will and casting it out. As you exhale, you will put that expelled resistance to good use by using it to inflate your balloon.
”Breathe in for Me, now…” Alison said, holding her perfume-laden wrists closer to the couple’s noses as they inhaled deeply.
“And… breathe out, now, filling up your balloon…”
Beca and Chloe held their hands to their faces, vividly imagining the balloon in their hands as they breathed deeply. Chloe’s cheeks puffed out as she forcefully pushed the air out of her lungs and into the contrived balloon, while Beca’s faced scrunched a little from the extra effort.
”That’s right, very, very good. Keep going. Breathe in… and out…”
Cara watched Alison’s phone capture the scene as the hypnotized couple imagined inflating their balloons. Chloe’s hands began to move further apart from each other as she imagined the balloon expanding. Beca, meanwhile, felt a mild euphoria from the additional oxygen supply from the deep breathing.
”That’s right, and as you keep breathing in My control, breathing out your resistance, you can see how big your balloon is becoming. Your arms must be so tired from holding on to it for so long, aren’t they…?”
Both women nodded in agreement. Beca’s arms had moved about a foot and a half apart by now, her arms genuinely tired from staying up for that long.
”Yes, it must be so difficult, so tiring to hold onto all that resistance. All you have to do to find the relief you need is simply… let go. Let go of the balloon, let go of resistance. Watch it float away. Let it go… now!”
Alison snapped her fingers and immediately, the couple pantomimed releasing their balloons. Chloe’s deeply hypnotized mind saw the white balloon with black spirals floating away into the sky while Beca’s body simply collapsed further into the couch beneath her.
“That’s right, you’ve released your resistance. It’s gone, gone for good. You decided to let it go. You watched it fly away, and it isn’t coming back. And now, you feel so much better. Isn’t that right?”
Cara watched both women nodded meekly. Distantly, she realized that she, herself, had succumbed to Alison’s words while focusing on recording their programming. If she were aware enough to think about it, she’d have beamed from ear to ear at how wonderful she felt…
Alison reached into her pocket and retrieved her perfume. Opening the bottle, she dabbed a small amount directly underneath Beca and Chloe’s noses.
”Yes, and now you feel My power coursing through your mind and body with each and every breath. Every breath you take brings you further under My spell. Every word I speak further conditions you to obey Me. Every breath of your heart pumps My power to every cell in your body.”
Chloe squirmed a little in her seat as her arousal grew at the idea. Beca began breathing longer, slower breaths, savouring the sensations.
Alison moved out of the camera’s frame for a moment. Cara’s focus on the phone’s screen didn’t allow her to see what was happening until Alison spoke up again after returning to the frame.
”Open your eyes and look here,” she said.
Beca and Chloe opened their eyes to see Alison’s black and white spiral spinning on their coffee table. Instantly, their eyes locked on to its centre as they gaped mindlessly at the ever-spinning vortex…
”You’ve seen this before, and you know what this does to people. You let go of your resistance, so you cannot fight its pull. Remember how you saw it affect people and feel how you respond to the spiral…”
Chloe gazed, blankly, as the spiral relentlessly spun before her. Beca was blissfully unaware of the growing puddle of drool she was producing.
”You feel its influence. You embrace My power, My control. Obedience is pleasure. Say it.”
”Obedience is pleasure,” Beca and Chloe replied in a blank monotone, while Cara recited her mantra a half-second later.
”Mistress Alison is all-powerful. Repeat.”
The three obeyed.
”Your mind is blank, your will is gone. All that remains is Me. I am in the deepest parts of your mind, and I make the decisions.”
The three hypnotized women could do nothing but stare, eyes empty and minds blank as they helplessly absorbed their programming.
”That’s right. I command, and you obey. Obedience is pleasure. You feel a wonderful surge of pleasure every time you obey My commands. It’s a perfect pleasure loop for your hypnotized mind. My influence is addictive to you. You are addicted to Mistress Alison. Say it.”
”I am addicted to Mistress Alison,” the trio intoned.
”Again.”
”I am addicted to Mistress Alison.”
”Again.”
”I am addicted to Mistress Alison.”
”Keep repeating it, feeling a rush of pleasure every time you do.”
Alison basked in the chants of her newest disciples. Not only was the room awash with mantras chaining the women to her influence, but she could also smell the telltale scent of arousal permeating the room as they indoctrinated themselves further…
Alison moved over to Chloe, who had been absently fingering herself over her jeans as she chanted. She placed one hand in Chloe’s, guiding her up to a standing position.
Alison positioned the redhead so that Cara’s recording could capture both women’s continued descent into servitude. Alison turned Chloe’s body so that both she and Alison were standing in profile to the camera. She placed her hands on Chloe’s shoulders as she began speaking to Chloe directly.
”Stop chanting, dearie, and look into My eyes.”
Chloe, slouched over, lips parted wide and drooling, gazed into the eyes of her hypnotist.
”My power over you is all-encompassing. You’ve given up the will to resist. You’ve submitted to Me completely.”
”I have submitted to you completely.”
”I have submitted to you completely.”
”I control you completely.”
”You control me completely.”
”You are my hypnotized slave.”
”I am your hypnotized slave.”
Alison glanced down at the engagement ring on Chloe’s finger before meeting Chloe’s empty gaze again.
”Give me the ring on your finger.”
”Yes, Mistress,” Chloe whispered before raising her hands up, sliding the engagement ring off, and placing it in Alison’s open palm.
”Mmmmm such a very good girl,” Alison crooned, causing Chloe to shudder in pleasure.
”Thank you, Mistress,” Chloe whispered.
“You belong to me completely, and that makes you My property. Isn’t that right?”
”Yes, Mistress.”
Alison ran a single finger, clad in black nail polish, across Chloe’s throat.
”Feel my collar around your neck, precious. Feel My spiked black leather collar fitting snugly around your neck. My leash guides you and keeps you close to Me at all times.”
Chloe leaned into Alison’s touch as the hypnotist’s finger branded her further.
”Now, remind me: what are you?”
”I am a hypnotized slave,” Chloe droned.
“Again.”
”I am a hypnotized slave.”
”Again.”
”I am a hypnotized slave.”
”Good girl… you wanna help me enslave your little girlfriend over there?” Alison asked, nodding toward Beca, still engrossed in the spiral.
”I am a hypnotized slave. I can only hear and obey.”
”Very, very good girl. Give me your pocketwatch, slave.”
”Yes, Mistress,” Chloe replied as she reached into her pocket and handed it over to Alison.
Alison placed her hand at the small of Chloe’s back and guided her back toward the couch, keeping Chloe in a standing position. Leaning down to Beca, Alison guides Beca to stand before the camera.
Alison moved to stand on Beca’s right side as she motioned for Chloe to stand on Beca’s left. Alison held up Chloe’s pocketwatch and began to swing it before Beca’s eyes. Beca helplessly watched its graceful arc from side to side as Alison began to speak.
”Watch the watch, Beca. Feel it erasing what’s left of your thoughts. My power over you is all-encompassing. You’ve given up the will to resist. You’ve submitted to Me completely.”
“I have… no… Chloe… I obey Chloe,” Beca mumbled as she began to shake her head.
”Chloe is no more. She is My deeply hypnotized slave. Isn’t that right, slave?”
”Yes, Mistress. I am your deeply hypnotized slave.”
”She obeys only Me.”
”I obey only Her.”
”No… No!” Beca violently shook her head in a vain attempt to shake off the trance that had consumed her mind for so long. Chloe, however, knew this would happen and was quick to respond by whispering the word, “freeze.”
Beca let out a gasp as her body became completely immobile, yet seemingly pliable and posable to her hypnotist - or, rather, hypnotists.
Chloe’s soft hands guided Beca’s gaze back to the pocketwatch as Alison began to swing it once again. As Alison moved in for the kill, Chloe began whispering hypnotic nothings in Beca’s ear.
”You’ve given up the will to resist, Beca. You breathed it all out into the balloon, and you let it go. You saw it disappear. Your will is gone. Your obedience to Chloe is gone. She obeys Me, now, so you obey Me. It’s as simple as that. You obey Me.”
”I… I…” Beca’s breathing became slow and ragged as she watched the watch swing from side to side.
“You can’t resist.”
“… I… I can’t resist…” Beca murmured.
”You’ve submitted to Me completely.”
”I’ve submitted to you completely.”
”I command, and you obey.”
”You command, and I obey.”
”You are a deeply hypnotized slave.”
”I am a deeply hypnotized slave.”
”Again.”
”I am a deeply hypnotized slave.”
”Again!”
”I am a deeply hypnotized slave.”
Miming her previous conquest, Alison ran her finger along Beca’s neck.
”Feel My collar around your neck. Join your sister slaves in My control, slave. You can’t resist.”
”Mmm yes, Mistress,” Beca murmured.
”Good girl. Such a very good girl,” Alison crooned while Chloe parroted the trigger to Beca.
Beca let out a long, sustained moan at the sudden double-onslaught of triggers.
”Give me the ring on your finger, slave,” Alison commanded.
”Yes, Mistress,” Beca whispered as she complied.
Pocketing the ring, Alison turned to face the camera and guided her two newest conquests to stand before her.
”Kneel.”
Without hesitation, Beca and Chloe both knelt before their new Mistress, eyes cast down at Alison’s combat boots.
”Kiss My boots, slaves.”
Beca nodded while Chloe mumbled, “Yes, Mistress,” as both carried out their orders.
As the former couple began servicing their Mistress’ boots, Alison addressed the camera for the first time that day.
”This is what you get when you sign up for My Premium subscription, my little hypno-groupies. Sign up today and you’ll get to watch Me enslave even more cuties like this,” Alison said as she held her best wicked smile for the camera for a second.
”Be sure to like, comment, and subscribe for more. Ciao for now.”
Cara blinked a few times before turning the phone’s camera off. She looked down at her former friends, now sister slaves to her Mistress, and blushed visibly.
“You know you want to join them.”
Cara nodded slightly.
“Then collect anything worthwhile so we can get home. The sooner we get there, the sooner you can join them.”
”Yes, Mistress,” Cara mumbled as she rushed to obey.
Lisa, her transformation complete, sat on Alison’s couch reading a hypnofic online. Her hair died black, clad in a black leather jacket, fishnets and black miniskirt, she found herself engrossed in the larger-than-life story she found had been posted earlier that day. Her attention was interrupted, however, when she heard the deadbolt turn.
She looked up from her story to find her Mistress return, not only with Cara in tow, but also Beca and Chloe, eyes and faces blank.
”You did it!” Lisa exclaimed, rushing over to admire Alison’s latest handiwork.
”And I couldn’t have done it without you,” Alison replied, giving Lisa a tense, passionate kiss.
”Thank you, Mistress,” Lisa beamed.
”Now, I think this calls for a night of fun,” Alison said as she guided her collection of slaves to the bedroom…
Alison is quickly growing to be my readers’ favourite character. After Alison Strikes Again Ch4 was released, I received comments from quite a few people saying that they’re Team Alison and would like to see Alison score a victory. I thought it sounded like fun to write, so I did! I hope you enjoyed it.
To be clear: this is an alternate ending to Alison Strikes Again. This is not canon in Beca and Chloe’s continuing story.
As always, I’m super open to feedback and I truly enjoy hearing what you all think of my work, so comments/feedback are appreciated!