Tension filled the air as Janet stared Violet down. Her heart raced in her chest, thumping in her ears and drowning out any ambient noise. She tried her best to maintain her composure, to appear confident and in control.
She was afraid. Her breathing was shaky and her hands felt ice cold. There was no way of knowing how Violet would react, not with how impulsive Janet took her to be. Her best course of action was to tread lightly. She wanted to make the first move, but the venomous glare that was returned to her was paralyzing.
The suspense she felt was shattered by a sudden laugh.
Violet's anger dissipated as she sat at the edge of her bed, clapping her hands. "Bravo, Janet. I'm impressed. Honestly," she said with a grin. "You certainly played a good game, but I'm afraid this is as far as it will go. Bit longer than I expected, but that's okay. Sometimes things are better when you're made to wait."
Janet could only continue to stare, confused by Violet's change in attitude. She stood there warily, trying to deduce her enemy's intentions. With someone as unpredictable as Violet was, it was no easy task. "What are you talking about?" Janet asked.
"Let me ask you this," Violet began. She leaned back onto both arms, crossing one leg over the other on the bed. "Do you think your actions up until now were your own?" The confident smile never left her face.
Janet scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Of course they are. What are you playing at?"
Violet shivered as she tilted her head sideways. "I've been dying to have this conversation for so long." She stared at Janet like a cat teasing its prey. "Here's the thing, everything you know about these last few days is, well... wrong. Everything you've been doing behind the scenes was done because I let you."
She paused for a moment, letting the information sink in. She pulled both legs up onto the bed as she ran her hand through her hair. "You see, I know you tried to program Snow the other day, before I arrived. I also know you believe that Rachel fell into your little trap with your teacher. What you may not know, however, is that I had them play along so that you could think you had the upper hand."
Violet saw the uncertainty in Janet's eyes now, the slight wavering of her resolve as she questioned the reality of her memories. It was precisely the reaction Violet had hoped for, and it felt delicious.
"It's a fun one, don't you think? Letting you have hope that maybe you'll win in the end. Truth be told, you were just playing along to my instructions from the beginning."
Janet took a step back. "That's impossible. You're lying..."
"You know the power of the device, Janet. You know very well that it's possible. You see, I enjoy playing with you." Violet rubbed at her neck before slowly sliding her hand down her chest and between her breasts. "You take everything so seriously, how couldn't I?" Moving farther, her hand stopped at her crotch, pressing against it as she purred.
"You look so delicious right now. It's a shame I'll have to put you back under. Don't worry though, I'll be sure we get to play again. Maybe next time I'll even record it! That way I can watch the moment you lose all hope. Again. And again. And again." Her face flashed with excitement every time she repeated that word.
Violet stood up from the bed. She slowly approached Janet, swaying her hips. "The only thing that could possibly make this better is to see you willingly give up. Let me see you break. Realize that there is no way out of this for you."
"S-stay back..." Janet warned, shrinking away.
Violet pouted. She stopped moving as she raised her fingers into the air. "One snap, and all will return back to how it should be, with you as my mindless slave. Are you ready, or would you rather go of your own choice? It'll be so much sweeter if you do."
Janet could only stare at the fingers in fear, waiting for them to make their sound.
***
Rachel held Janet's tablet to her side. She treated it as if it was the most expensive instrument in the world. If she were to have broken it, she'd as well have broken any hopes of reliving her experience with Ms. Gilio.
Worse yet, she'd disappoint Violet.
She stood outside the closed door, trying to catch her breath. Her race across campus was surely a spectacle to behold for the other students that looked her way. Those that did likely caught a glimpse of her bare ass as she ran by, her skirt offering little protection as it bounced with her steps.
She rubbed her leg firmly. It seemed to her that she might have pushed herself a bit too hard, but that was something she could worry about later. All that mattered right now was what awaited her on the other side of that door. With eager anticipation, she gave two sharp knocks on the wood.
"Come in," she heard Ms. Gilio say from the other side. The voice was softer than usual, a more friendly tone that she hadn't heard her teacher use before. It enticed Rachel, leaving her to wonder if Janet perhaps had given Ms. Gilio extra instructions as a surprise. She entered the office with high hopes.
Ms. Gilio sat behind her clean desk, smiling at Rachel. "Please, take a seat," she invited. "I was just telling Melanie here that you were helping me with a very important project that I wanted to show her."
Rachel tore her gaze away from her teacher, taking notice of Melanie as she sat in the chair to her side. She frowned, disappointed that Melanie had beaten her here. There would be no appetizer to tide her over. Still, she had a job to perform for Violet, and was permitted to have some fun after it was accomplished. With that in mind, she exchanged pleasantries with her victim.
"Now, if you don't mind," Ms. Gilio said to Rachel, gesturing towards the tablet in her arms, "let's get started. Once our business with Melanie is done, I'd like to have a moment to speak with you... in private."
The way the teacher accented those last two words sent shivers through Rachel. The voracious look the teacher gave when she said them had Rachel weak in the knees. She was too preoccupied with the implications to be concerned over Ms. Gilio's conspicuous voicing around Melanie.
Shaking off yet another daydream, Rachel pulled out the tablet as she took her seat. Logging in with the password that Violet so graciously entrusted to her, she handed the device over to her instructor. Her eyes darted between teacher and pupil with bated breath.
Ms. Gilio loaded up the program and promptly turned it to face Melanie. Rachel averted her gaze, careful not to stare at the colors despite a firm notion that it would make her feel so good. Without skipping a beat, Ms. Gilio began talking to Melanie. "Now then, with this project, I feel it's better to just show it to you, rather than explain it first. It'll all make perfect sense soon if you'll just watch the screen for me."
Melanie looked down as requested.
"Very good, Melanie. Just keep staring at the screen. Try to follow the patterns with your eyes."
Rachel's full attention was on Melanie now. She watched every expression that her classmate made. She had only seen the device used on someone once, back when Violet helped make Janet happy. The experience then was just as exciting as it was now, and Rachel wanted to make sure to relish it while she could.
"As you keep watching, you may start to notice just how tired you feel right now. Being valedictorian must be so exhausting. It'd be so nice to just be able to get a break from all that stress. You'd like that, wouldn't you? To be able to let go of all that stress and just relax?"
Her teacher had been speaking so sensually, Rachel had to look over and confirm that it was indeed Ms. Gilio that was talking.
"Yeah, that'd be nice," Melanie replied. Her eyes continued to dart around, following the shapes.
"All you have to do is keep watching the screen. Let the colors and shapes fill your vision. Don't worry about anything else right now. All those stressors are unimportant when you're in this room. Just let them fade away from your mind as you finally get the rest that you so desperately need."
Rachel waited with rapt attention. Any moment now she'd be able to see the tell-tale signs of Melanie going under. Just like Janet before her, Melanie's eyes would soon start to droop, her breathing start to slow. Just a little bit longer and she'd be under. Then Rachel could accomplish her goal for Violet and receive her reward.
"Doing so well now, Melanie. Keep watching. Let the colors relax you. Feel your muscles drain of tension as you begin to feel tired. It would be so nice to just be able to sleep and let go of everything. Nothing could be more relaxing. Nothing could be more pleasant. Are you starting to feel sleepy now, Melanie?"
This was it. Rachel could tell that they were almost there. Maybe now it'd be safe to just reach a hand under her skirt and start fingering herself. She so desperately wanted to. Melanie probably wouldn't even notice at this point.
"Mmm," Melanie purred. She adjusted her glasses. "Not really."
Rachel decided Melanie should be under enough as she started sliding her hand up her thigh. Images of Janet going under flashed in her mind. She could practically see the same look on Melanie's face now. Better yet, she'd be able to see the same look on Ms. Gilio. It wasn't until Melanie's response was fully processed that her hand stopped its advancement.
She studied Melanie's face. There was no sign of tiredness. Her classmate looked fully alert. "Wait... what?" Rachel squeaked out. She noted the frown given by her teacher.
"Hmm. It doesn't seem to be working, Rachel," Ms. Gilio said with a shrug.
"Th... that's impossible," Rachel stammered. There was no reason why it wouldn't work. She knows Melanie was staring at it, she watched her the entire time.
Rachel wondered how long it had been. Melanie had certainly been staring at it for longer than Janet did just a few days ago. Why did Janet fall under so easily, but Melanie seem completely immune? It didn't make any sense to her.
"What's wrong, Rachel? You look upset," Melanie said with concern.
Rachel looked up to see Melanie staring right back at her. That wasn't what she was supposed to be doing. "No, you have to look at the screen. Keep looking. Please!" Her voice was more panicked than commanding.
Melanie acquiesced and refocused her attention on the program.
"That's it, just keep looking." Rachel tried to come up with what to say to coax Melanie under, but she was too distressed. "You have to...to keep looking..."
