Trigger Happy Girl Hunt Ch 03

Summer stared past Morgan and Chloe, her vacant gaze misting over with admiration and devotion. "Mistress chose me because of my career. I can order lots of slaveclothes without anyone getting suspicious, and I can also put some on a wishlist for my Best Girl™ Army to order for me."

"You call this a career?" Chloe asked incredulously. "Seems more like you just put on sexy outfits and pose for a bunch of drooling fanboys."

"It's harder than it looks," Summer murmured, her voice sounding more than a little annoyed despite her sleepy, dreamy monotone. "There's all sorts of considerations for the lighting, the framing..."

Morgan sighed, rolling her eyes at Chloe. "We're getting off topic. How did Mistress get in contact with you?"

"I... Mistress doesn't let me remember..." Summer whimpered, her hand twitching slightly at her side. "Not even when I'm my true self..."

"True self?" Morgan raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

"My deep self is my true self... my true self belongs to Mistress..." Summer's hand started slowly rubbing her thigh.

"Okay, well, what

does

Mistress let you remember?"

Summer smiled serenely. "My true self is obedient... my true self is mindless... my true self is a slave... my deep self is my true self... my true self belongs to Mistress..."

Morgan took a step back as Summer lost herself in her mantra, her hand creeping between her legs and rubbing languidly. Morgan and Chloe exchanged glances, but Morgan got the feeling Chloe wasn't quite feeling the same things she was feeling. Seeing Summer on her knees, utterly consumed by this need to chant her devotion to Mistress, masturbating not to feel good but to cement her submission even further... it was unlike anything Morgan had ever seen. She rubbed her thighs together and bit her lip.

No wonder Mistress enjoys this...

"We get it!" Chloe said loudly. "Cut it out, Summer!"

"M-My true self is mindless..." Summer gasped, only the whites of her eyes showing anymore. "My true self is... a slave..."

"Morgan, make her stop! We're just wasting time!"

"R-Right, sorry!" Morgan snapped back to reality. "Summer, stop."

"Yes, Mistress," Summer purred, sliding her hand away from her glistening cunt.

"Ok, so if we're done with the chanting," Chloe sighed, "we have a couple more questions. Do you keep records of all the stuff you order?"

"No. If I did, I might remember, and Mistress only wants my true self to remember."

"Guess that would've been too easy..." Chloe muttered.

"Do the orders just go to everyone's dorm rooms?" Morgan asked.

"No," Summer replied, "I bring every order to the gym."

"The gym? Why there?"

"Mistress says it's because people can just slip their slaveclothes into their bags without anyone noticing." Summer sighed happily. "Mistress is so smart..."

Morgan found herself smiling, but she didn't quite know why. "You really do love her, don't you?"

"Of course!" Summer replied, her eyes becoming almost lucid for a moment. "Obeying Mistress makes me so happy... I want to be blank and true for her all the time, but she knows I can't."

"Do you actually want that, though?" Chloe asked. "I mean, it seems like she just brainwashed you to think that."

"Mistress tells me what to think..." Summer's eyes clouded over again, the spark of clarity vanishing. "My true self belongs to-"

"We got all that, thanks." Chloe groaned. "Ugh, this is getting us nowhere."

"I wouldn't say that," Morgan said. "If she brings the clothes to the gym, maybe someone there knows something. Who do you give them to?"

"Georgia..." Summer mumbled, her slack draw dripping drool onto her perky breasts. "She helps... people train there..."

Morgan pulled out the book and flipped through it. "Hm... yep, she's here. Georgia Palmer."

"Do you know if she's there right now?" Chloe asked.

"She's always there..." replied Summer.

Chloe grinned. "Sounds like it's about time to hit the gym."

* * *

Morgan followed Chloe over to the gym, scrunching her body up as they entered the building and trying to avoid being noticed. She wasn't concerned about anyone asking questions about what they were doing there - to any outside observer, they seemed to be just a couple students using the facilities afforded to them. She just didn't want to be seen. She'd never been comfortable around crowds of people, and the loud music blaring over the scratchy speakers only served to exacerbate her distress.

"Ok," Chloe said, not even phased by the things that were making Morgan so anxious, "where do you think Georgia would be?"

"W-Well..." Morgan scratched her head. "Maybe the f-front desk would know?"

Chloe shrugged. "Worth a shot."

She dragged Morgan over to the desk and got the attention of the buff guy manning it. "'Scuse me," Chloe said, "Do you might know where we might find someone by the name of Georgia Palmer?"

"Georgia?" he replied, rolling his eyes. "Checking the boxing ring. I swear, that girl practically sleeps in that place..."

"Thanks, bruh." Chloe turned back to Morgan and whispered, "So, do you think this chick's gonna be all buff and stuff?"

"I-I dunno. Maybe it's like a-a self-defense thing?"

"Yeah, maybe." Chloe paused, seemingly noticing Morgan's tense demeanor only just now. "You okay?"

Morgan sighed. "I don't like it here. N-Never have. Let's just find this girl and leave."

"Have it your way." Chloe led Morgan through the gym, eventually finding the section delegated for the boxing team. It was one of the less-popular sports at their college, perhaps because it tended to attract only the most dude-bro of dude-bros. When they entered the room, they found it almost completely deserted, the only indication anyone was inside being the persistent sound of a bag being punched.

As they walked around, the sound became louder and louder, mixed with short, quick breaths and shoes squeaking on the linoleum floor. Eventually, Morgan and Chloe saw the person working the bag. Morgan's jaw dropped.

Is

that

Georgia?

The woman had to be at least six feet tall. Her dark hair was shaved to a buzz cut, her sharp features left without any makeup. It probably would've been ruined anyway, with the sweat she was working up. She wore only a sports bra and tight, form-fitting sweatpants, both jet-black. But what really got Morgan's attention was her figure. To put it bluntly, the woman was

ripped

, and her arm muscles in particular were incredibly well-defined. She looked like she could bench-press a tree.

"Excuse me," Chloe said.

The other woman said nothing, continuing to punch the bag as if they weren't even there.

"Excuse me!"

Again, Chloe was ignored. The woman seemed a little agitated; she was punching harder now, the impacts echoing off the walls of the gym.

"Hey!" Chloe shouted. "I'm talking to you!"

BAM!

With one final punch, the bag swung a good couple yards away from the woman, swaying back and stopping when it made contact with her body. She didn't even flinch. She turned towards Chloe, an annoyed look on her face. "

What?

"

Chloe gulped. "I... uh... a-are you Georgia?"

"Yeah." Georgia glared at Chloe and Morgan. "What do you want? I'm busy."

"M-Morgan!" Chloe exclaimed, a wide grin doing little to hide her intimidation. "Don't you have, uh, something to say to Georgia here?"

A high-pitched noise came out of Morgan's throat. No one quite knew what it was supposed to mean, least of all Morgan herself.

Georgia furrowed her brow. "Look, if you're just gonna waste my time, then scram."

Morgan opened the book with trembling hands and flipped to the page with Georgia's name on it. "'Wh-Whelpless phreneticness...'"

In an instant, Georgia's steely demeanor vanished. Her angry expression melted into blissful compliance, her eyelids lidding and her eyes becoming glassy and distant. "I am hypnotized, I must obey."

Chloe exhaled sharply, letting out a nervous giggle. "Heh... gotta admit, she had me nervous for a sec there!"

"S-Speak for y-y-yourself..." Morgan muttered, her heart still pounding like a jackhammer.

"Take a breather, Morgan. Think you've earned one, after all we've done today." Chloe pulled out her phone. "Hm... still have a couple hours till our date with the cheerleading team. What do you wanna do with Georgia?"

"Well..." Morgan shrugged. "Honestly? I'm getting a little tired of just constant sex."

Chloe blinked. "...Bitch, are you for

real

? Who gets tired of sex?"

"Me! I do! It's cool and it feels good and all, but I feel like I've run out of stuff to do with it."

"Are you kidding me?" Chloe scoffed. "You hadn't even had your first kiss when you woke up this morning, and now you get eaten out twice and go 'welp, guess I'm done with sex?'"

"I guess so!" Morgan threw her hands up in the air. "I mean, Chloe, we've got all sorts of possibilities here beyond just fucking cute girls! Georgia's completely open to anything we tell her. We can do

anything

!"

Chloe sighed. "Alright, fine. What

do

you wanna do with her?"

* * *

Snap!

Georgia blinked. "Uh..."

Chloe smirked. "You okay, Georgia? You kinda spaced out for a sec there."

"Yeah, I'm... fine." Georgia shook her head.

Why won't these girls leave?

she thought to herself.

"Well, I guess it's about time for your sparring, isn't it?"

"It is? I-I mean, yeah, it is."

Weird... could've sworn my partner wasn't due for another hour... but it's definitely time to start. I know it is.

Georgia looked around. "Uh... dammit, where is he..."

Chloe snickered. "Who are you talking about, silly? Your sparring partner is already in the ring!"

"Huh?" Georgia spun her head around. She had to blink a couple times just to make sure she wasn't seeing things. "

Her

?"

Morgan waved from the corner of the ring, a confident smile on her face. "Get in here already! We don't have all day!"

"Are you out of your mind?" Georgia scoffed. "You really think a scrawny thing like you stands a chance against me? I could probably break your spine!"

"U-Uh..." Morgan gulped, her face suddenly turning pale.

Chloe slapped Georgia on the back. "Aw, it's okay, Georgia. We all know you're scared to face her. You don't have to spar if you don't wanna."

"Scared? Of

her

?" Georgia rolled her eyes. "Don't make me laugh."

"H-Hey!" Morgan shouted. "Don't make fun of me! I can take you on!"

"No way. I'm not setting myself up for a lawsuit. I'll just wait for my regular sparring partner to show up."

"But didn't they say they weren't coming?" Chloe said.

"Did they..." Georgia furrowed her brow.

That's right, he said he was... sick. Yeah. How could I forget?

"And if they're not coming," Chloe smiled, "you might as well spar with Morgan. She's here, after all."

"I guess that makes sense," Georgia said, scratching the back of her head. "Alright, fine. But don't come crying to me when I break your nose, alright?"

"O-Okay!" Morgan replied.

Georgia crawled into the ring and put on her gloves and headgear. "Are you

sure

you wanna do this, kid?"

Morgan tightened her own gloves and glared at Georgia with determination. "One hundred percent."

"Your funeral," Georgia muttered.

"Alright, girls!" Chloe announced. "Let's have a good clean fight, and all that shit! Go!"

Morgan and Georgia circled each other, inching closer and closer.

What the hell is this kid thinking? Does she seriously think she can beat me? I almost wanna deck her just to prove a point, but what if she freaks out and gets me in trouble? Better hold back for now.

She threw a couple light jabs at Morgan, who blocked them with her forearms.

Morgan returned with a right cross-

And then Georgia was on the floor, her cheek stinging like someone just threw a brick at it. She looked up at Morgan, who stared back with triumph in her eyes. "What's the matter? I thought a scrawny thing like me didn't stand a chance!"

What the hell just happened?

Georgia shook her head and rose back to her feet.

Beginner's luck. She caught me off-guard, that's all.

She launched a flurry of jabs at Morgan, trying to overwhelm her and open her opponent up. Sure enough, Morgan scrunched her body up, focusing so much on her front guard that she left her sides exposed.

Georgia took the advantage and unleashed a right gook into Morgan's gut. But even though Georgia wasn't pulling her punches anymore, Morgan didn't even seem to notice.

How the-

Her vision went white. She felt herself fly up in the air and land on her back. Hard.

Georgia stood back up, but her vision swam. She could barely stay steady. "What the fuck..." she murmured.

Morgan approached Georgia slowly. "Ready to give up?"

"N-No..." Georgia swayed drunkenly, her arms limp at her sides.

"Still holding on to your pride, aren't you?" Morgan wrapped her arms around Georgia's and touched foreheads with her, feeling the other girl reel backwards from the added weight. "Tell you what, Georgia. I'll throw in the towel right here. How's that sound?"

Georgia paused. On the one hand, she didn't want to admit that this tiny little girl had gotten her so desperate that she wanted to give up. But on the other, she really,

really

wanted to give up. She didn't know what that Morgan was up to, but she knew she couldn't take another hit in her current state. "S-Sure..."

"Good girl!" Morgan smiled brightly. "All you need to do is tell me how weak you are and how I'm so much stronger than you."

"What?!" Georgia pushed Morgan off her, feeling her exhaustion vanish in an instant. "How

dare

you? Who do you think I am? I'm the-"

Morgan's fist connected with Georgia's face. Georgia's back connected with the floor.

"Wanna try that again?" Morgan teased.

Georgia groaned. "Gguuuuhhh... fine... you're... stronger than me..."

"Hm?" Morgan leaned down, cupping her hand around her ear. "What was that? I'm a trifle deaf in this ear, speak a little louder next time."

"You're stronger than me!" Georgia whimpered, her cheeks burning red.

Christ, this is embarrassing...

"And what does that make you?" Morgan's eyes burned with smug satisfaction. She was enjoying this.

"W-Weak..." Georgia whispered.

"Louder!"

Georgia closed her eyes, praying for this nightmare to end. "I'm... I'm weak!"

She heard laughter from the side of the ring. She opened her eyes again and saw Chloe giggling to herself, her phone-

Georgia's eyes widened.

Oh, fuck...

"Did you get all that, Chloe?" Morgan said.

Chloe gave Morgan a thumbs-up. "Yep!"

"P-Please delete that video..." Georgia whined.

"Oh, calm down," Morgan said in a mocking tone. "We're not posting it anywhere. Just a little something for me to look back on."

Georgia propped herself up, her entire body aching. "I don't understand... how... how did you..."

"You mean, 'how did I manage to beat you?'"

Georgia nodded. Morgan knelt down to meet Georgia at eye level. "Here," she said, "I'll show you."

She booped Georgia's nose, and suddenly all her pain and tiredness were gone. She felt just like she did before their sparring match. She patted down her body just to confirm what she was feeling. "Wh-What the-? How-"

"'Whelpless phreneticness.'"

* * *

Chloe hit stop on the recording. "Congrats, Morgan, you just won your first boxing match."

"Why, thank you!" Morgan bowed and giggled. "God, this is so much fun! I wish I could mess with people like this all the time!"

"You'll get to," Chloe smiled. "At least the people in that book. But we gotta get a move on; after all, you only get to keep that power if we go through all the names, right?"

"R-Right..." Morgan paused. She couldn't take her eyes off Georgia. The way she stared blankly into space, drool dripping down her chin and arousal staining the front of her sweatpants... it was so unlike the angry, intimidating woman they'd first encountered. Knowing that she had made Georgia this way - even if someone else had technically laid the groundwork - made Morgan feel good.

Really

good.

"Morgan?" Chloe asked, her voice sounding a little concerned. "Did you hear me? We gotta go."

"I heard you." Morgan took a deep breath. "'Unfakable preguarantor.'"

Chloe gasped as the trigger hit her, but then became just as blank as Georgia. "I am hypnotized, I must obey."

"C-Chloe..." Morgan licked her lips. "Go stand in the corner of the ring. Pull down your shorts and watch us. Touch yourself, but don't cum."

"Yes, Morgan," Chloe murmured. She moved slowly, somewhere between a sleepwalker and an automaton, and made her way to the corner, slipping her shorts down to her ankles.

"Georgia," Morgan whispered, feeling excitement coursing through her veins, "when you wake up, you will believe you are my slave. You will feel utterly submissive to me. You will obey every command without question, and it will make you feel even more submissive and blissful. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress," Georgia drooled.

"G-Good girl. Now wake up."

Georgia blinked, intelligence and understanding returning to her eyes. She saw Morgan and immediately looked down at the floor, blushing furiously.

Morgan tilted her head to the side. "Georgia, why aren't you looking at me?"

"A-A slave shouldn't look at its Mistress without permission." If Morgan had her eyes closed, she wouldn't have even recognized Georgia's voice. All the harshness and edge were gone, replaced with breathless submission and adoration.

"Oh... I see..." Morgan rubbed her thighs together, feeling the heat between her legs grow in intensity. "Well, you have my permission. Look into my eyes, Ge..." She shook her head. "No, not Georgia. Slave."

Georgia tilted her head up, and a soft whimper escaped her lips.

Morgan knelt down. "Now, slave, it's time for your... inspection." With trembling hands, she reached down between Georgia's thighs, expecting the boxer to break free any moment and beat her senseless.

But Georgia let Morgan touch her, and feel the slickness of her now-ruined sweatpants. "Oh, my," Morgan whispered, biting her lip, "I think you're passing."

Georgia shuddered with pride. "Th-Thank you, Mistress."

"But there's only one way to be sure. Strip down for me, slave, and stand at attention."

"Yes, Mistress." Georgia wasted no time getting out of her workout clothes. Within mere moments, she was completely naked, standing straight up like she was in the military.

Morgan's eyes wandered all over Georgia's body. Years of extensive physical training had turned Georgia into a towering statue of muscle, and all of it was at Morgan's disposal.

"Chloe?" Morgan called out. "Put an alarm in your phone for when the cheerleader thing starts."

"Yes, Morgan." Chloe languidly pulled her phone out of her pocket.

"Now, slave," Morgan grinned, "let's see what kind of fun we can have together."

* * *

"Ugh, what is keeping that girl?"

Nat paced back and forth, her sneakers squeaking on the locker room floor whenever she spun around. "I swear," Nat muttered, "Bethany better start pulling her weight. If she can't show up on time, she might as well quit the team."

"Oh, lay off her," Emily said, slipping her socks on. "She's good, and she's a team player when it comes down to it."

"Yeah!" Faith replied brightly, leaning against Emily and wrapping her arm around her shoulders. "You don't have to be so mean."

"If she was a team player," Nat growled, "she'd be on time..."

Maddie rolled her eyes. "Who died and appointed you time police?"

"Gee, sorry for giving a shit." Nat glared at Maddie and scowled.

"Knock it off, Natalie." Everyone turned to face Hannah. There was just something about her voice that made people pay attention. It helped that she was also their team captain; as much as everyone liked to pretend they were equals, her word was law. "We don't talk about people behind their backs. We're a team here, and that means we have to support each other. Got it?"