How to Pay Your College Loans

Chapter 1: An Advertisement

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Content Warning: This story is intended for adults. Do not read if you are under the age of 18. This is a work of fantasy and is not a realistic depiction of hypnosis or sexual assault. Non-consensual hypnosis and sexual assault in real life are highly immoral and illegal, and I do not condone these things. All characters in this story are above the age of 18.

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Clara can't pay her college loans, or rent, or anything. She's stuck at a job she hates with no one around her. Her life turns around when she sees an ad on the dark web recruiting "servants", and takes drastic measures to turn her life around.

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Clara looked over her bills. Then at her rent payment. Then at her transportation expenses. Already, she was red in the bank, and just looking at one thing made her panic enough. Sure, she had a job, but it hardly paid her. She was a barista at a cafe where she was routinely disrespected and walked all over, and yet, she couldn't afford to leave. She couldn't afford to stay either.

But the expense that stressed her out the most was her student loans. For the first few months, she did okay with paying them. But now she was three months behind, and they were coming after her. She had no idea how she was going to pay one month, let alone three. At one point, she realized it was a problem and asked her boss for a 50 cent raise. She was, of course, laughed at straight in her face.

Clara took some time to look through job boards and wonder if there was anything out there, anything better. She did go to school for biology, and she got straight A's. It was supposed to be a worthwhile major that'd get her into a good job - so why wasn't she in a good job? Why weren't there any good jobs? She lived in the city. There were plenty of good businesses. It shouldn't have been this much of a problem.

She threw her head back and laid down on the couch, pushing her computer aside. This was useless. She was going to die in a sea of debt and bills. That seemed like a better idea than living thousands of dollars in the red. Anything seemed better than that. It wasn't like she could go to her parents for help too — not after they kicked her out before she went off to college.

Clara tried to ask her friends for support, but even her more wealthy friends obviously couldn't drop thousands of dollars for her. And getting another loan was out of the question.

Giving up, she resigned herself to distraction. She went to the next browser window on her computer — a forum from the "dark web". If she couldn't amuse herself with her situation, it was much easier to amuse herself looking at ads selling terrible things. These forums had everything. Hired assassins. Drug deals. Pornography that would nearly make Clara vomit.

She scrolled through. And kept scrolling. It was all the usual people; no one new, and yet, no one interesting. For a moment, she considered hiring an assassin just to kill her. But then she'd be even deeper in debt if they failed.

Just as she was about to close her computer, she saw a peculiar advertisement. It was written in much better grammar than the rest of the forum.

"Never worry about money again," the title read. Clara obviously immediately clicked it. This was probably some weird sex thing, but she was willing to do anything at this point.

The ad read, "We will take care of you, if you submit yourself to us. We are looking for new servants who are able and willing to serve two attractive rich ladies. Please respond to this inquiry with your name, email, phone number, a picture of yourself, and why you would like to be our slave. Join us - become something new."

Clara read it over and over again. It really was a weird sex thing. And of course, the thread was teeming with comments, people wanting to drop everything to serve these complete strangers. Clara didn't blame them.

Because she immediately did the same.

Once she posted her comment, she realized that she probably made a mistake. Then she realized it wasn't like they'd probably pick her, anyways. She wasn't that attractive. She wasn't fat, but she wasn't particularly skinny either. And she usually half-assed her makeup and hair in the morning, if she did them at all.

But, it was worth a shot, right?

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Clara realized she fell asleep at some point looking for new jobs or avenues to make quick money. Typical for someone as lazy and unmotivated as her. Was this really how she was using her day off? Responding to random ads asking for sex slaves and fretting about finances?

It really was.

She was jolted awake by a phone call. It was probably her friend Stef, asking to hang out despite knowing Clara didn't have any time whatsoever, as she was usually at work or wallowing in her misery.

But the number was different. She didn't recognize it. Maybe this was from a job she applied to, she hoped with her heart.

Without waiting another second, she anxiously picked it up.

"Hello?" she asked.

"Hi," came the sound of an older woman, probably in her late 30s or 40s. Clara obviously couldn't just completely tell from just one word, but she sounded dignified. "Is this Clara Longwood?"

"Um... yes, it is," she responded.

"I'm calling because you responded to our ad on the... how do I say it, dark web."

Clara froze. That was extremely quick! Especially for how many responses there were. She completely forgot, in her sleep, that she even commented at all. And they picked her? Of all people?

"Oh," was all she said. "Um... well, um... thank you for calling?"

Clara swore she could hear the lady scoff into the phone. "What a way to greet someone who you asked to be a slave for," she laughed at them. Clara's face flushed. She didn't even know this person's name, and she was already being made fun of.

"I apologize for my demeanor," she added after a pause. "It has been a rough few days. I want to get to the point — would you want to come in for an... interview, with us?"

Clara didn't even stop herself as she responded with an enthusiastic "yes". She would take any interview, any opportunity for money. Ignoring the sinking feeling in her chest, she waited anxiously.

"Good decision," the lady commented. "Then you are to be at our location at 5pm tomorrow. I will email you the address. That isn't a problem, is it not?"

She had work. She couldn't miss another day, or she would get fired. Her boss was extremely strict about attendance, and... everything else. But did she really care anymore? She was already in debt, what would losing her job for this opportunity do?

"Yes... yes," Clara eventually decided. "I mean, no. It's not a problem."

"Very well. I find your flustered talking rather cute." Despite the lady saying that, it sounded like she was making fun of Clara, so she just became more embarrassed.

As Clara stuttered out a response, she could hear the lady laughing at her more. Eventually she composed herself and spoke. "That... sounds good. Um... what's your name?"

"Of course. I wouldn't forget such a crucial detail." There was a long pause, and Clara expected her to talk again. "Of course, I will not be giving it to you until you prove your devotion to us. Understood?"

"Y...yes. I understand."

"See you at 5pm tomorrow, Miss Clara."

"Um... uh huh. See you then."

The call ended. Clara realized she both completely embarrassed herself in front of this older lady, and also signed herself up to lose her job in exchange for maybe becoming two hot ladies' slave.

Maybe that's what she was being laughed at for.

Realizing she had to text her boss to tell him she'd be out, she pulled out her phone and made up the excuse that she had the flu. Her boss told her to find coverage or come in. Clara didn't really know how to respond to that — so she didn't.

She was really an idiot.

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Clara made sure to get there early. It was a longer commute than she'd expected, despite being in the same city. Maybe it was rush hour traffic. Regardless, she managed to get there on time. At least... she thought she was there? The building was in a more remote part of the city. It was a rather big building — in fact, Clara wouldn't be surprised if it was classified as a mansion. Maybe that was normal for a couple buying people as slaves with the promise of giving them loads of money.

She walked up to the door nervously. Hesitating for just a moment, she rang the button. Hearing the echo of the doorbell outside, she fidgeted with her hands nervously, almost having half the mind to run off. She dressed up for the occasion, wearing her fanciest dress with actually well-done makeup.

The buzzer came from outside, and she heard a voice speaking through. It wasn't the same lady's voice, but it was another female voice. "Please state your name and reason for coming." The voice was stern, but not unfeeling.

"I'm Clara... I'm here for an interview." Clara automatically responded in her general interview voice, forgetting that this wasn't a normal interview by any means.

Regardless, she heard the door unlock, and the voice speak again. "Come in."

Clara entered through. If the exterior of the building didn't look like a mansion enough, the inside blew her away. It was decorated with fancy furniture, chandeliers, lots of gorgeous art in frames... it was amazing. Despite dressing up for the occasion, Clara felt underdressed. This wasn't made any better by the maids and butlers around the mansion, tidying up even the slightest smudge or speck of dust. She briefly wondered - was she going to be just another one of these servants?

"Please sit down." Clara turned around to see a receptionist, with a bored look on her face. "The Mistresses will be with you shortly."

"Okay... okay." Clara nodded nervously and sat down in one of the sofas. She sank into it — it was one of the most comfortable pieces of furniture she had ever sat in. In fact, it was so soft that it made Clara take a deep exhale. She felt all her anxieties fade away. The only thing that mattered right now was how comfortable this sofa was... so, so soft...

Clara woke herself up. She could almost feel herself getting tranced by the furniture. Physically making sure her eyes stayed alert, she felt embarrassed by the fact she was almost tranced by a sofa.

Fortunately, she didn't have to get herself to stay awake for very long. She heard footsteps — high heels, definitely, as they walked down the staircase. Clara whipped her head around to find a tall lady that fit the description of the kind of person she thought was speaking to her on the phone. She was dressed in a fancy business suit with her face done in professional-looking makeup; she was also definitely in her early 40s, as Clara had thought.

"Miss Clara," she spoke. Clara stood up in response. "We spoke on the phone."

"Y-yes. Hi, that's me." Clara nodded and forced a smile. "It's a pleasure to meet you," she continued as she put on her best interview voice.

"Quite indeed," the lady responded as she fixed her glasses. "Right this way, then, if you will."

"Of course!" Clara responded excitedly, following the lady up as she began to walk up the stairs. If this person was going to be their Mistress, maybe it wasn't going to be so bad.

The lady chuckled again as Clara spoke. "Very enthusiastic, I see. I do enjoy seeing that." Clara fixed her dress as they walked, taking in her surroundings. She almost wanted to make small talk, but she got the impression from this lady that she wouldn't be up for it. So instead they just walked in silence.

Once they got to the top floor, Clara felt her legs giving out — they must have walked up four or five flights of stairs, and Clara wasn't particularly in shape. The lady turned to her and gave her a quizzical look.

"Are you out of shape?" she asked, and Clara ignored the condescending tone in her voice.

"Um... a little." Clara tried to laugh it off while still regaining her breath. "I haven't worked out in a while."

"Hm. We'll have to remedy that." The lady turned back away and led her down the hall. "We expect our property to be in tip-top shape. Both living and inanimate property."

"Um... right," Clara nervously responded as she followed. Her skin crawled every time she was referred to as property or as a slave or servant. But if this was going to be her life for now on, she might as well just bite her lip and get used to it.

No less than 10 rooms later, Clara and the lady reached what was probably the main bedroom — Clara could tell this by the extra elegant engravings around the door and on the door itself. It was encrusted with diamonds and all sort of various gemstones around it. Clara swore this door itself must have costed hundreds of thousands of dollars.

She wasn't too fond of rich people, though these people were using their wealth to pay off people's student loans and whatnot. Albeit, in exchange for what Clara presumed was eternal sex slavery.

The lady knocked on the door. "Dear, I brought Miss Clara here."

"Come inside," another voice came out, this one more high-pitched and more soothing; whereas the first lady's voice sounded strict and demanding, this one sounded more relaxed. The lady opened the door and led Clara inside. Of course, the room was also extremely elegant; the bed was probably past a king size, if that even existed. Fancy dressers, couches, and art decorated the room. Clara could have sworn this entire mansion probably costed a billion dollars, at the very least.

"Welcome, Miss Clara," a second lady stepped out of her seated position on the couch and put her book down. Clara barely caught a glimpse of the book, but it seemed to be some fairy tale kind of book... at least, one that was more refined for adults. "How do you do today?"

"I'm fine!" Clara responded in her usual interview voice. "How are you today?"

"Mm... I'm doing well. Spent some time reading, which was nice." This lady was on the shorter end. She had blonde, shoulder-length wavy hair, and a royal pink, red and yellow dress. Clara was, however, drawn to the tiara that donned on her head. She briefly wondered if this lady was some sort of royalty? If so, what was she doing here?

"Shall we sit?" the lady who led Clara in offered. Clara accepted the offer and sat down on a sofa presumably made for one person, and the other two ladies sat down on the sofa aside from it. The ladies intertwined their fingers with each other. If the situation were different, it'd be a rather cute sight to look at.

"Thank you for coming in," the queen-like lady continued. "I'm sure you have many questions."

"Well, that's what interviews are for," Clara chuckled — though she probably failed to hide the fact she was nervous as hell.

"We're going to ask you some questions. All are yes or no. Do you understand?"

Clara nodded. She began to answer as each of the ladies took turns asking questions.

"Do you understand that if you take this position, we will pay for all your expenses in exchange for servitude?"

"Yes, I understand—"

"Just yes or no." The stern lady commented. Clara zipped her lips and nodded.

"Do you understand that you will be living with us in this mansion? You will have your own room, food, and occasional free time."

"Yes."

"Do you intend to follow orders such as reading, working out, eating well, cleaning, running errands, or otherwise daily tasks?"

"Yes."

"Do you understand that you will also be of service to our friends, guests, and coworkers?"

"Yes."

"Do you understand we will hypnotize you into being whoever we want you to be, and acting however we want you to act?"

Clara paused and suppressed the urge to furrow her eyebrows. She never actually considered hypnosis to be a real thing. "Yes," she responded anyways.

"Do you intend to follow orders such as requests for sexual favors and dressing how we want despite being demeaning or embarrassing?"

"...Yes."

"Do you have any obligations, personal or professional, that would get in the way of your devotion to us?"

"N...no." Clara had to think about that one. She didn't necessarily have friends. She was estranged from her family. And lord knew she didn't care about her current job. "I don't."

"Do you understand that you will sign a binding, irrevocable contract to give full control over your life to us, and that this contract cannot be reversed and that there are legal consequences if you try to escape?"

Clara took another pause. This was really going to be how she paid off her student loans. There was no more waiting for things to get better, waiting to suddenly become a billionaire like these two were. She had nothing.

"Yes." She finally responded.

"And you are okay with this?"

"...Yes."

"Excellent," the lady in royal drab broke her serious face with a smile. "I just have one question that isn't yes or no. Why do you want to be with us?"

Clara opened her mouth to respond, and tried to think of a good response. All through her life, none of her interview practice sessions could have possibly prepared her for this. She didn't really have a good response. Of course, her primary reason for wanting to be here was wanting to not have to pay college loans, or rent or whatever. But obviously that wasn't going to be what she wanted to say.

She realized she was taking too long, and gave them the first response that came to mind.

"Because I want to be useful."

The other ladies stared at her - the royal lady was still smiling, but the business lady was trying her hardest not to laugh at that response. Clara felt an embarrassed flush run to her face.

"Well, someone as eager and willing to sign their life away to submit such as yourself can be very, very useful," the businesswoman snickered. "I enjoy it."

Clara nodded. She didn't sign anything. She still had time to get out.

"Well, um... when can I expect to hear back?" she asked sheepishly.

"Actually, we'd like to move you to phase two of the interview," the royal lady responded.

"Phase two will start here, and now. There is no opportunity to reschedule."

"Um... I'm not prepared, um, did I need to—"

"You don't need to prepare," the business lady narrowed her eyes. "You did say that you have no obligations that would get in the way of serving us, no? Were you lying?"

"I... um..." Clara did say that. She couldn't turn around and say she didn't. "I wasn't. I suppose I am ready then. Just... what is phase two...?"

"The test." The ladies stood up. "You have proven you are willing to submit to us. But are you ready to, is our question."

Clara looked up at the ladies as they stood and walked over to her, the two dominating ladies towering over poor little Clara. The blood in Clara's face drained.

"Stand up, and strip."

Clara stood up instinctively; not so much out of obeying as out of horror. They weren't actually serious, right? So soon? Right now?

"What are you waiting for?" the business lady snapped. "We gave you an order. You want to obey us, don't you?"

"I... well, um... I didn't think—"

"Of course you didn't think," the other lady chuckled. "It'd sure be nice to have someone as dumb as you in our possession. But first, you have to do what we tell you to do, hm?"

"I... can't this wait? Just another day, or another... week? Does it have to be today?"

"Dear, I think she's backing out," the royal lady whispered to her partner.

"Yes, it seems so. Disappointing. I would have figured she would have done anything to pay off her debt. No matter how degrading or debasing."

Clara forgot the entire reason she came here. She had to pay off her debt. She had to get out of being in the red. If these ladies could help her, then she should accept the help, right? It wasn't like she had anything else to do with her life. She had no prospects for a better job, she had no friends or family. A part of her wanted to wait and see if things would get better... but they wouldn't, and she knew that.