If there was anything that Harley hated more than seeing Antonia succeed, it was seeing Antonia succeed while she failed. The brunette couldn’t avoid the fact she was nearly flunked out of college anymore; her advisor put her on academic probation days before, and she had next to no hope of getting out. She’d used every resource on her campus—the writing center, academic counseling, emotional counseling, and even the disability office. It seemed no one could help her.

And yet, Harley stared at her graded midterm for her Advanced Chemistry class with an amused, pained smirk. Seeing the big red 58 stung, but not as much as seeing Antonia’s text minutes later.

“I got a 97!! Yay!!” She wrote with a smiley emoji at the end. “What did you get?”

Harley didn’t respond to that second part.

For the longest time, Harley tried to maintain a happy go lucky face in front of her more attractive, more popular, more intelligent roommate. But every time Harley failed, Antonia seemed to succeed even brighter. It was almost like they shared two entirely different fates, though Harley couldn’t figure out why in the world her black haired, tall, slender dorm mate seemed to always fly by with perfect luck.

No no, it’s fine! I’m happy you did so well! I’ll catch up soon, I think. Yeah, probation sucks, but it’s not as bad as... being expelled. No, don’t worry about tutoring me...

Harley let out a bitter scoff as she crumpled up the midterm and tossed it into the garbage. She did see the “email me if you need to” note the teacher left, but she didn’t care enough.

Harley paused in her footsteps when she came across a poster plastered on a garbage tin. A genuine smile crossed her face. Thinking positive wasn’t entirely Harley’s strong suit, but there was a certain appeal to shifting her attention to something brighter. The Pyramid Secrets anthology. Harley looked forward to submitting to the anthology for her entire student career — in fact, it was part of the reason she chose the college she did. And now that she was a senior, she finally could submit.

She’d spent the last three or so years writing and revising her submission, all in anticipation of sending that email. But it had been a few weeks already... why had she not heard back?

Harley tried to get her mind off of that. She figured nothing was good ruminating about, so she gathered herself and walked back, debating what to binge on Netflix as soon as she did.

* * *

Before unlocking her dorm room, she heard a faint mumbling that made her stomach churn — the bane of her existence. Antonia.

Antonia, over her college career, got quite into something she titled “self-entrancement”, which was known to normal, real people as self-hypnosis. At any point Antonia could, she would bring herself into a deep meditative state and repeat the same mantras over and over again. Harley never understood it. She wanted to think that all that stuff was just pseudoscience junk; and yet, it seemed to work for Antonia.

Maybe she should try it herself.

Harley opened the door without knocking. For a long time, this would annoy Antonia, but Harley stopped caring around the second week of classes. It was her room too, right? Why should she give that to Antonia?

Luckily, Antonia seemed just about finished. Harley tried to ignore her sickeningly sweet voice. Even her voice was perfect. As Antonia whispered to herself “on the count of five, you’re going to wake right back up and be fully present in the moment, clear and conscious,” Harley snuck past her to her work desk to pull out her laptop.

The first thing she did was check her email, ignoring Antonia counting up to five. Nothing from the anthology.

“Oh, Harley! I didn’t see you there!” Harley swung around as Antonia called out her name. She would have typically ignored Antonia and not bothered giving her the time of day, but her call was too loud to ignore.

“Oh yeah. I just walked back in.” Harley responded without so much of a “hello” or “how are you.” Antonia didn’t seem to mind, but much to Harley’s chagrin, she kept trying to make conversation.

“How’d you do on the quiz?” She asked. “It was decently easy, wasn’t it?”

Fuck you, Harley thought bitterly to herself.

“Fine,” she lied, turning back around to her computer. “Glad you did fine.”

Antonia tried to say something, but it was interrupted by email pings going off — first on Harley’s computer, and then on Antonia’s. Harley’s heart dropped as she turned around. The anthology finally got back to her.

Harley opened the email in an instant, feeling her heart pounding out of her chest. Come on, load, load load! Her fingers shook as she waited for the email to load. It started inconspicuously, with “we thank you for submitting to the Pyramid Secrets anthology.”

Harley dreaded what came next, and her heart sank to the depths of the ocean as she read the next piece of text.

“We received many amazing submissions, and regret to tell you we cannot accept your submission.”

In an instant, Harley felt her life coming to an end, and the world stop turning. Her dreams were shattered in one simple rejection email. The urge to write an angry email back surged within her. Why? Why was she not accepted? She tried so hard. Why did she keep trying so hard, only to fail over and over again? What even was her lack of luck doing to her?

Harley’s misery and panic turned to fury when Antonia shouted happily. “Oh my gosh, I got in! I got into the Pyramid Secrets Anthology!”

“What?” Harley demanded, ignoring how angry her voice sounded. “I... you... you submitted?” She followed up.

“Oh. Yeah. It was a last minute decision, but I figured I had something that could already fit in, so why not?”

Harley didn’t respond, her mouth agape. She knew she should be congratulating Antonia. But how could she? Rage paralyzed her. Instead of wanting to eviscerate the folks behind the anthology, she now wanted to lunge at Antonia and strangle her.

“Did you submit?” She asked.

“Yes.” Harley’s voice dripped with toxicity.

“Oh! Did you get in?”

“No.”

“Oh. I’m sorry to hear,” Antonia’s smile turned from an excited one to a sympathetic one, but Harley was pissed she was smiling at all. “But it’s just one anthology! There will be others.”

She couldn’t take it. Harley was going to murder Antonia if she kept listening to her pseudo-inspirational shpeel. She needed to smash something. Another thought crossed her mind — alcohol. That’s what she needed. A good few hours at the bar.

“Right. Whatever. Well, I gotta go. Have fun with your anthology.” Harley said in a huff and stormed out of the room, ignoring Antonia’s cries for her to wait. There was no way Antonia could comfort her. So instead, Harley brought up her Maps app and headed for the closest, trashiest bar in town.

* * *

Most people could only dream of being as much of a heavyweight as Harley was, but to her, it felt like a curse. Instead of taking $20 to get drunk, it took upwards of $50 or even $70 on bad nights. Harley didn’t have that kind of money, nor did she have the patience for the alcohol to set in.

Why did she even come here, then? It was mostly to get away from Antonia and urges to kill her. But she could have easily done that by going to the library or something.

Harley brought up her phone and went on Twitter. Of course, there were at least five posts about getting into the anthology, which she somehow had it in her to ignore. Then there were the usual posts about how the world became a political hellscape. Some puppy pictures. One of those Tik Toks by a presumably evil nurse.

And then there was an article that piqued Harley’s interest.

“Hypnosis — Does It Work?” The title read.

No, Harley snorted to herself, immediately thinking of Antonia and her repeatedly taking Harley’s success away from her. But then she thought — maybe? Maybe that’s how Harley was being so successful? Was it something Harley could try?

Opening the article, Harley began excitedly eating down the words, scrolling through it at a slow enough pace. For the longest time, it seemed like just bunk. It was just meditation, right? At least, that’s what Harley thought until now.

Maybe she could learn it herself.

And then another, better thought came across Harley’s mind. An evil smirk came to her face. She could absolutely mess with Antonia’s hypnosis. Fuck with her memories, and her self-esteem, and her success. Of course — that’s how she was going to get back at her! Why hadn’t she thought of that before?

Harley must have spent the next thirty minutes going through post after post, taking in all she could learn about hypnosis. And then thirty minutes turned into an hour. Two hours. Soon enough, the bar closed, and Harley was kicked out, now watching self-hypnosis tutorials, and then just regular hypnosis tutorials (she even somehow made it onto the nook of the erotic hypnosis community — but that wasn’t her goal, at least for now.)

All on the way home, Harley watched videos, read articles, went through an entire audiobook with passion. Her life may have been ruined, so the very least she could do was ruin someone else’s life. Someone who deserved it.

* * *

Harley got back around 2am, sneaking through the door. To her surprise, Antonia was still awake — and sure enough, she was doing her sleep hypnosis ritual. Why was she still awake? Harley was hoping for some peace and quiet to keep reading.

“Doing so well... feeling so content... knowing your worth as it sinks into you...”

Antonia was facing the other side of the room, so Harley could get in front of her. A thought crossed her mind — she could start tonight. It was the perfect time, after all. What better time than the present?

Her body shook. Was she really going to do this? Was she really ready to mess with Antonia’s life, no matter the consequences to her or Antonia’s life?

Yes. Yes she was. She didn’t think twice about it.

Harley got into a comfortable position, sitting down in front of Antonia on the rough rug. She remembered some of the inductions she witnessed. All she had to do was alter them to this situation.

“Like a cool, light blue mist, you feel yourself relaxing, feeling calm and easy...”

“And then that mist slowly changes color,” Harley started in a hushed voice. Being so deep into her trance, Antonia didn’t notice Harley speaking to her, though she stopped hypnotizing herself. “From that light, cool blue, to a deep red. You feel that bright, red mist sinking into you, from the tips of your toes, up your legs... hearing my voice as it goes up your torso, your shoulders and arms... dripping through your spine and your neck... finally reaching your brain. Feeling natural, knowing you should feel like this... and you do.”

Antonia’s eyes tensed up. It was clear she was not used to this — and yet, she was listening to Harley! It was working, Harley’s words were influencing her.

“That red mist burns words into your brain, imprinting on it. The words ‘my words mean nothing, her words mean everything.’ That knowledge that your words can no longer influence yourself, and mine influence you all the time, it sinks into your soul... just let it rest there for a moment.”

Antonia did. Her face scrunched up, looking uncomfortable and yet so easily influenced at the same time. Was this working? Harley wasn’t sure, but she certainly felt like a natural doing this. It had to be working. At least, Harley hoped.

Her words were absolute now. Antonia obeyed them, consciously and subconsciously. What was she going to do? How was she going to truly fuck up Antonia’s life? Options filled her mind. Eventually, she landed on one that seemed perfect.

First, she had to give Antonia a drop trigger, so Harley could do this at any time. “When you hear me, this new voice you don’t know, say the words ‘perfect trance,’ you’re going to drop back into this deep place where my words are absolute, where I have full access to your mind and can influence it. Where my words mean everything. Where your words mean nothing. If you understand, you will nod.”

Antonia nodded. Harley had to stifle laughter. She couldn’t believe it!

“Good. You’re being so good for me.” Affirmations were important in trance — at least, that’s what Harley learned from hours of reading and listening. “Perfect trance. Perfect trance. That’s right — keep dropping. Deeper and deeper. Perfect trance.”

Antonia seemed to be deeper than she’d ever gone before. Perfect. At least now, Antonia wasn’t following her own words — she was following Harley’s.

“Look around just a little. You see lots of wiring — the wiring of your brain. Cords, ribbons of all colors and sizes all around. But it looks too ordered. Order isn’t what you want. You want a tad of variety. Don’t you?

Antonia nodded once again. Good.

“Let’s take one of the cords — let’s say... the one that reminds you of the Pyramid Secrets anthology. Twist it a little. That memory of simply submitting a piece and getting in. As the cord twists, you remember what really happened to get you in. Instead of being a good girl and submitting it like everyone else, you found the president of the anthology, and decided to pleasure him. You remember the taste of him in your mouth.”

Antonia winced, though Harley wasn’t sure if that’s because she was actually remembering that, or resisting the change.

“That’s right. That’s what happened. You remember you didn’t get in normally, but instead you used that good mouth to please that person on the promise that he’d give you an edge to get in. And he did. Because that memory is absolute. Because my words are absolute.”

Harley swore she could see Antonia tearing up. That gave Harley a sick thrill, knowing she was influencing Antonia so much as to upset her.

“Right, right. Let that red mist sink into that cord and solidify it in place. Knowing that’s what happened.” Harley took a pause to let Antonia do just that, and then continued. “And on the count of five, you’re going to wake up, and come to back present. Feeling shame and guilt that you essentially cheated your way into the anthology, like the slutty whore you are. That’s what you are. A slutty whore. Say it back.”

“Slutty whore,” Antonia responded with a bashful mumble.

“Good girl,” Harley grinned. “Five... four... coming back up, feeling yourself back in the room... three, back straightening up...”

Antonia was almost back into the room. Harley ended with “two, and one!” And snapped her fingers to bring Antonia back into the room.

Antonia shook her head around, coming back into the physical world. Harley stared at her impatiently, wondering if it worked.

“Harley,” Antonia said. The cheer in her voice was gone — or at least, she felt something else there. “I... I didn’t see you there. Sorry.”

“Oh, there’s nothing to be sorry for,” Harley smiled. “How do you feel?”

Antonia looked down. What was she going to say?

“I did something bad. Harley.”

“You did? What?” Harley faked a sympathetic look, but she couldn’t help but give a sick grin.

Antonia paused, hesitating. “You should have gotten into the anthology. I... I shouldn’t have. I... I bribed the... the president.”

“You did? With money?”

“No... no. With... a favor.”

It worked! It really worked!

“Please... please don’t tell anyone. I’m... I’m going to ask for you to be in.”

“Oh no, no, you don’t have to do that.” Harley’s voice sounded extremely fake — in fact, that was all she wanted Antonia to do for her. “I mean, unless you want to.”

“I do,” Antonia looked down as she responded. “I’ll... I’ll send an email tomorrow. Alright, Har?”

Harley tried her hardest to hide her evil, cruel smirk. Unfortunately, her excitement wasn’t doing her any favors, and it wasn’t like she wasn’t being evil in any way. But Antonia, luckily for Harley, didn’t seem to notice.

Not to mention, it was adorable when Antonia called her ‘Har’. So cute, for someone to call someone ruining their life that. Though Harley would have preferred to be referred to with more respect.

* * *

The two went to sleep shortly after. For once, Harley woke up before Antonia — at least, she thought Antonia was still asleep, which was weird for her considering how she’d always be up at ass in the morning to do her self-hypnosis ritual. It wasn’t like Harley woke up particularly early, either — it was around 9:30am, only about 45 minutes before her first class.

She was perfectly content not having to talk to Antonia before heading off to a class she was probably failing. After all, just hearing her voice was grating.

Harley, in one moment, remembered the events of last night, how she interrupted Antonia’s self-hypnosis ritual to put in her own suggestions. A pang of regret his Harley. Maybe she should undo it. She was just so angry, and she foolishly acted on it.

It’s not too late to go back...

“Har,” Antonia spoke up — or softly murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

Harley realized she was awkwardly staring at Antonia. Maybe she noticed, somehow.

“I’m... I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

“What for?” Of course, Harley knew, but she loved hearing it from Antonia’s mouth.

“The... anthology. I cheated. I did something bad.” Antonia sat up in her bed, her face drained and concerned as she rubbed her eyes. Harley felt that familiar pain again, feeling bad for Antonia, and yet also feeling immense joy at her comeuppance.

“It’s okay,” Harley shrugged, biting her lip. “As you said, it’s just one anthology.”

“No, no, I shouldn’t have—“ Antonia got out of bed. Her face changed from concern to panic, sadness to grieving; and her eyes had a new, self-hating look in them. “You didn’t — you shoulda have gotten in, I don’t deserve this.”

“Antonia...”

Antonia suddenly put her arms around Harley, who stiffened at the touch. Her warm arms only felt tingly against Harley’s skin. It was lovely to see her so anguished, but Harley was getting sick of this.

“You’re a good person, Har, I shouldn’t have—“

“Perfect trance.”

Just as Harley said those two, simple words, she gave a swift tug at Antonia’s hair. In an instant, Antonia was back in trance, a trance deeper than she’d ever put herself in. She didn’t have any moment or second to protest, or even notice Harley saying those words. Trance felt too good, and so easy and automatic whenever Harley said those words.

Harley, meanwhile, was still so shocked that it actually worked. As Antonia fell, Harley had the thought that maybe now she should undo all of the damage she did.

But why would she?

After all, she could have so much fun, right?

“Deeper and deeper,” she cooed into Antonia’s soft ear. “So easy. So thoughtless. So mindless to go right into trance. My words are absolute. You know this.”

Harley was just speaking mindlessly, herself. She didn’t necessarily have an end goal, here. After all, this was only supposed to be a one-time thing, right? Was she really going to keep at it, keep messing with Antonia?

Before she could even decide, her words carried her. Yes she was. She needed to stop being so damn indecisive.

“Find yourself back in that deep red mist, in that corded room. Darkness, wires, nothing but red and my words. Perfect trance. That’s right — back there.”

Harley sat Antonia down, putting her in a comfortable position. Harley sat down as well — probably couldn’t think straight to hypnotize her new subject while standing up.

“And as you look into the wires, you see them shifting and twisting again. Slowly, but you can feel it in your mind, in your brain, in that small, ditzy head of yours. You see cords attached to your previous successes changing — high test scores, your 4.3 GPA, your friends and standing as an honors student... all of those memories change, and you remember why you’re really here. You remember the truth — that you spent your college career fucking and sucking your way up the ladder. Every time you know you failed a test, you just went to the teacher and gave them a reason not to fail you, and give you straight A’s. During each student election, you found whoever was in charge and convinced them through your mouth, or cunt, to elect you, to pick you, to give you the highest marks. Just let that thought sit there. Let that memory rest as you relive it, over and over and over again, as each and every cord shifts and twists.”

There was a long pause. Harley tried to read Antonia’s facial expression.

“If you remember, give me a small nod.”

Antonia paused, almost as if she was fighting it. And then she nodded. Perfect.

“Good. You’re being so good, such a good slut. A good trance slut, just following my words, words that mean everything to you. You know that. That my words are absolute. So good. So lovely and easy.

“Now, you feel a few more cords changing. These cords are, say... related to how you dress. The clothes you’re wearing feel tight on you, restricting in that they cover too much skin. You feel tied up by your clothes... and you want to let loose, to breathe easier. You realize that you can do this, by wearing skimpier clothes, clothes that cover less skin, clothes that show off your beautiful body. Don’t you agree?”

She nodded again. How was this so easy?

“You realize that all this time, blue and black colors look so hideous on you. You want something pink and lilac, frilly and slutty. Just like a good bimbo slut, the kind you’re becoming. That’s right. A worthy, lovely bimbo slut only deserves the pinkest, skimpiest clothes of all. Let those cords twist and turn, and solidify in your mind. Clothes fit for a bimbo, are clothes that suit you nicely.

“And then you feel more cords turning in your brain... your name.” Harley was mostly spitballing at this point, going from one idea to the next — it only took one session of interrupting Antonia’s trances, but she was already addicted to the feeling. Addicted to the control she craved, addicted to the thrill of ruining Antonia’s life.

Antonia, Harley thought of her name. What a boring name.

“As you think of your name — Antonia — you begin to feel it no longer suit you. It feels restricting and tight, just like your old clothes did. Something easier to say, something giggly and ditzy would suit you better...” Harley took a pause as she thought, trying to think of the perfect slutty name for her. After going through a few options, she decided to settle on one.

“Gloria,” Harley decided as she spoke. “You hear that name, and it feels so natural to you. So fitting to the slutty bimbo whore you are. Feel yourself saying it back, the sounds drifting through your lips seamlessly.”

“Gloria...”

“Just like a glory hole, hm? Every time you think of that name, you remember your holes are just there for use. It feels so right, so easy to think about, because it’s just what you are.”

“Mmm...”

“That sound is what you sound like, sucking and fucking and moaning all the same. And you do so well at it. Doesn’t it feel great? Doesn’t it feel great to be Gloria, a slutty bimbo glory hole? Doesn’t it feel right, knowing that all of your successes were because of your sex drive?”

Harley was almost done. Or at least, done for now. In the back of her mind, she still felt like she had more to do, more ways to wreck Gloria’s life as if she hadn’t already enough.

Gloria was moaning. Harley briefly wondered if she was getting turned on by this, if she was a trance slut just as much as she was a regular sexy slut.

“And now, it’s time to rise,” Harley cooed, feeling up Gloria’s arm and lifting it up. “The wires have solidified in place, and it all feels natural. On the count of five, you’re going to wake up...”

Harley counted up to five, leading her to be wide awake and ready. Once she hit that magic number, Gloria stood back up and stretched. Harley watched her for a minute, and then grinned when she saw Gloria give a dopey smile and a giggle.

“Gloria,” Harley tested.

“Yeah? What’s up?”

“Oh, nothing,” Harley smiled. “How are you feeling?”

“Darn good, I think! I’m feeling some energy, think I may go out and party, y’know?” Without thinking, Gloria began taking off her clothes and rummaging through her closet to find something more fitting for her new and yet natural personality. “The day is early! Gotta find someone cute for it!”

“Really?” Harley continued. “What about your test next period?”

“Huh? Oh, that doesn’t matter,” Gloria laughed, and Harley smirked in return to silently laugh at her. “You only live once, you know! Besides, if it doesn’t go well, I have ways of changing that, right?”

“Right! Yeah, you always do.”

Gloria got on the rest of her clothes. Despite the date being in the middle of January, she opted for the sluttiest, tightest clothes she could find. Harley didn’t want to admit it, but they looked damn fine on her curves. She really was a natural at being a slut.

“Well, talk to you soon! Sleep tight, love.” With another giggle, Gloria ran out the door, her high heels clamping down the hallway.

Harley sat there in silence, standing up after a moment and looking at the door through which Gloria ran off. How did she feel? She wasn’t entirely sure. Harley never thought herself to be a particularly good person, maybe this was her proving herself right. And yet, she still felt a pang of regret.

But she wouldn’t face any consequences for it. Even if Antonia — no, Gloria — snapped out of it, what would she even tell people? That her roommate was evil and hypnotized her into being a slutty bimbo? As if people would even believe that.

Karma really was a bitch.

Harley went back to her bed to lie down, though not falling asleep. She expected herself to be filled with regret, the events of the day rushing through her mind — despite only being 9:55.

The class was starting soon. Harley felt more motivated to go, now that she didn’t feel she had to compete with her roommate. As she laid in bed, contentment filling her body, she murmured to herself, “I am better than my dumb, slutty roommate.”

* * *

The days turned into weeks. Harley didn’t bother to do that much more hypnotizing of Gloria, though she did put her in trances occasionally to see if her conditioning still stuck.

It was hilarious to watch. Gloria flunked out of one of her classes because of attendance, and from what Harley gathered, she wasn’t getting anything higher than a C- in any of her other classes. She was put on academic probating fairly quickly, too.

She wasn’t even that popular anymore. People were turned off by her drastic change, with her name and appearance and everything, and everyone else she ushered off with how utterly dumb she was at that point.

Harley, meanwhile? She was filled with a new sense of confidence and grace; seeing Gloria get her comeuppance really did a number on her in a good way. Gloria managed to switch out her spot in the Pyramid Secrets Anthology for Harley’s, as they gave her “more consideration”. Harley began to struggle less in her classes, using self hypnosis on her own (very briefly, at that) to better her grades. If only she’d tried this sooner. Her GPA crept back up, thankfully, and her parents were finally getting off her case.

She was happy, though she knew she didn’t take the righteous route getting to academic success. It didn’t matter. Gloria was failing, just as she wanted, and Harley took her place.

Harley laid down in bed that night. Every night, she slept with this sick sense of contentment. However, tonight she wasn’t sleeping well — rather, she wasn’t sleeping at all. It was around 2am, and Gloria had not yet come back. Usually, she was already back with some new boy or girl or person, and Harley had to leave the room to give them some ‘space’ (not that Harley minded, to be honest.)

Eventually, she managed to drift off, at least into the first few stages of sleep. Suddenly, she was jolted awake by the door swinging open. Harley begrudgingly opened her eyes to see none other than Gloria attempting to walk through, slutty clothes and everything as usual. If only she came back when Harley was fully asleep.

“Oh, hey Har!” Gloria shouted with her drunk slurring.

Harley tried not to respond, trying to give the impression that she was already asleep.

“Oh gosh, you were asleep! I’m, like, so sorry. I was with my girls.” Despite Gloria saying that, the bimbo walked over to Harley’s bedside and sat next to her — this of course only woke Harley up further.

“It’s fine, just go to sleep,” Harley demanded.

“No, no — I, like, gotta make it up to you somehow, right?”

Harley wanted to protest, but she was dragged out of any urge to protest not being able to go to sleep and instead started to protest what Gloria was doing — which was, drunkenly pulling down Harley’s pants and underwear.

“Wait — Gloria, what are you—“

“I, like, I’m so sorry,” Gloria spoke, though it was clear she wasn’t sorry. “Here, this should help you sleep, I think...”

“Gloria, wait—“ Harley tried to fight back, but did she really want to? She pondered that briefly as pleasure overtook her, as Gloria started eating her out. To be honest, Harley hadn’t expected her to be that good, but she probably got a lot of practice in during the past few weeks.

Harley’s ‘wait’s and ‘stop’s turned into loud moans and clutchings of her bedsheets. Gloria was of course focusing her attention on Harley’s clit, just like a good bimbo knew how to do. Moans escaped Harley’s mouth as she began using both her tongue and her lips — Gloria was so, so good at this. She really was a slutty bimbo.

Harley did this. But she didn’t care.

“Yes, yes, yes! Go! Go, you slutty bimbo!” Harley shouted, not caring if she was waking up the rest of her dorm mates. Her legs shivered through the beginning of her climax, pleasurable and exciting sensations wracking through her. Harley, being as sexually repressed as she was up until now, felt nothing like this. And ideas rushed through her head — she made Gloria her trance slave, why not make her Harley’s sex slave as well? It wasn’t like she wasn’t good at it, giving her such a great orgasm.

Once Gloria registered that Harley was finished cumming, she pulled back and drifted up to Harley’s side.

“Did you like that? Aren’t I, like, pretty good?” she giggled.

“Yeah,” Harley exhaled. “Very, very good.”

Gloria giggled again. But Harley couldn’t bare to have Gloria conscious while she continued to debate what sorts of things she could make Gloria do as her sex slave.

So instead, she decided to send Gloria to sleep before her. With a snap of her fingers and saying “perfect trance”, Gloria knocked out into trance. Harley was left with her thoughts, with her plans, and with an awful smile on her face.