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Insurrection - N.C.U. - Part 1 Alt Ending
🕑 Added 2023-10-18 18:31:51 +0000 UTCDescription: The alternate ending to part 1, where Rayne's plan to hypnotize Klaire back fires, as we more or less all expect at this point. The alternate ending is clearly marked below.
Rayne made her way down the corridor to her dorm room. She had about an hour before she had to leave for the next meeting of S.L.E.E.P., the sorority that she had joined some weeks ago and had been recruiting for. Her recruitment had been very successful so far, their membership had more than doubled from the four founding members to a much more pleasant nine. And Rayne, much to her satisfaction, had hypnotized them all. She took a moment to smile as she thought about how nice it felt to watch another young woman slip under the spell of her words, simply becoming helpless and compliant to her. It was a power she wouldn’t have dreamed of having just a few short months ago. But now it was intoxicating. There was still more to be done, though. She had one more girl that she wanted to have under her power.
She composed herself as she opened the door to her room and smiled. “Hey.” she said warmly to her roommate Klaire as she closed the door behind her.
Klaire was where she always was, sitting in her chair and reading by the light of her desk lamp. “Oh…” she said, looking up from her book and smiling softly, almost timidly. “How’s it going?” she asked as she glanced back at her book.
Rayne hid her pride at just how much more accommodating Klaire had become lately. When she first moved in she had been quite the bitch, to be quite honest. But through her studies in hypnosis, and a little investigation of Klaire’s reading preferences, she had been slowly altering her attitude and approach towards her roommate. She was using Klaire’s love of romance and vampire novels against her. She had begun using a more assertive, dominant tone, a more commanding approach that melted Klaire’s normally abrasive, borderline abusive, demeanor into something much more intimate and sexual. She knew Klaire was confused out of her mind as to why she no longer felt disgusted by the mere existence of Rayne, and that just made it even sweeter for Rayne to enjoy.
Rayne sat down on her bed. “So, what are your plans for this weekend?” She asked innocently, hiding her ulterior motive.
Klaire shrugged as she flipped the page of her book. “Not much…” she began, “I have a lunch date with Josh on Sunday. Until then I just plan to get through my backlog.” She said, nodding to four neatly stacked piles of books at the foot of her bed.
“Josh?” Rayne asked in surprise. “Who’s Josh?”
Klaire couldn’t help but give her roommate a devious smirk and lowered her book to stare at Rayne. “Josh was the charming young man that brought you home from your bender last weekend, when you managed to pass out in the cafeteria.” She teased, looking back down at the book with a satisfied smile.
“Oh. I still don’t remember anything from that night. One minute we were on a ghost hunt with Trisha and then the next I was waking up here, feeling like someone had gone through my clothes while I was still wear….” She stopped and looked at Klaire, shock forming on her face.
“It wasn’t me.” She said flatly. “Although Josh did have to look for your ID to find the room so he could carry you, over the shoulder I might add, here from the cafeteria.” She finished with a slight smirk.
Rayne blushed at the idea that Klaire’s date might have enjoyed looking for her student ID a bit more than was needed. She would have to bring it up to him at some point. “I don’t think I even know that guy!” she said, betraying her frustration.
Klaire gave her a wicked smile. “He was quite charming, and very cute,” she said playfully but still with an air of superiority, “not to mention a total gentleman.” She turned back to her book, pleased with herself.
Rayne rolled her eyes. “We’ll see about that.” she said, subconsciously adjusting her bra. “So…” she began again, moving the actual reason for their conversation to the forefront. “I have my sorority meeting tonight, would you like to come with?”
Klaire turned the page without looking up from the book. “Isn’t that the hypnosis thing you were kind of mentioning the other day?” She asked boredly.
"Yeah, Sigma Lambda Epsilon Echo Pi. It’s a kind of psychology sorority where we get together and discuss different techniques about things like hypnosis and stuff like that.” Rayne lied, giving her a very sanitized version of the organization, which really only existed so a few horny hypnofetishists could find some sexy subjects to practice on.
“That’s what I thought.” Klaire said, still not looking up from the book. “No thank you.” she said flatly.
Rayne felt a little deflated for a moment, she didn’t really expect Klaire to agree but she had still been hopeful. Fortunately for her she had a backup plan already in place. Rayne stood up from her bed and adjusted her shirt, taking on the most confident and dominant attitude she could muster as she walked over to Klaire. She leaned in closer to Klaire’s face, but still high enough so she would have to look up, and placed a single finger on Klaire’s book, slowly lowering it.
“Hey don’t do…” Klaire started angrily, looking up to find Rayne almost at eye level, staring down at her. ”Th…that…” she finished with a quiver of nervousness in her voice, having lost all of her anger almost instantly.
“Klaire…” Rayne said, holding her roommate's gaze, “I am going to the sorority meeting, Klaire.” she continued confidently, hoping that her voice wouldn’t betray just how nervous she was. “I would like it, Klaire, if you would…decide to come with me now.” She finished, emphasizing the last part to make it a command instead of a question. “You can do that for me, Klaire…can’t you?” Rayne finished, hoping she had done everything right.
Klaire was visibly shaken and confused, she felt completely backed into a corner, completely helpless in the moment. There was something about Rayne’s eyes, something about her posture, her stance, her confidence, that went right to the core of her being and made her shake inside, in a very sexual way. “I… I…” she began nervously as the thought seemed to fade away, her lips twitched like she wanted to say something but nothing would come out. She took a deep breath to try and calm herself, but as she exhaled she heard herself say in a soft, uncharacteristically meek voice “...Yes…I can.”
Rayne gave her roommate a pleased smile and removed her finger from Klaire’s book. “That’s a good girl.” she said in a somewhat condescending tone as she stood back up, still staring down at Klaire. “Don’t forget to put your bookmark in.” She said with a wink, turning towards the door to leave.
Klaire blinked in confusion as Rayne turned around, looking back down at her book. “What the hell just happened?” she thought to herself as she put her bookmark in and slowly stood up to follow Rayne, who was visibly pleased with herself. And that only made Klaire even more confused.
The sorority girls were all gathered in one of the mostly unused lounges on the fifth floor of their building. It was furnished with several couches and comfy arm chairs and could easily hold ten to fifteen people without much effort. Klaire was seated in the far corner of the room, sitting not on one of the comfortable chairs, but on one of the folding chairs she had found in the back. It was a way to pull herself away from the rest of the group, to isolate herself just a bit by being slightly further away from everyone else. It wasn’t working.
“Hi! I’m Laura!” The bubbly blonde beamed excitedly. “Welcome to the sorority!”
“I’m not in the sorority.” Klaire said flatly as she kept her arms folded across her chest and slumped down in her chair a bit more. “I’m only here to observe, and then leave.”
“That’s ok!” Laura said, not skipping a beat “That necklace is so pretty!” she said, commenting on the antique style necklace that Klaire was wearing in an effort to make small talk.
Klaire rolled her eyes and was about to make a rather rude comment to Laura before Trisha spoke up. “Hello everyone!” she said excitedly, “Thank you all for attending today! It’s really good to see you all!” She continued happily as the room of girls all greeted her. “Today is Rayne’s turn!” She said, turning to look at Rayne. “Are you ready?” she asked.
Rayne smiled and stood up, hiding her nervousness. ”Of course.” she responded with a smile. Rayne was easily one of the shortest girls in the sorority, standing only five feet tall and usually wearing shoes without heels. At first glance she wouldn’t be very intimidating, especially with her mousy voice, but with all the girls sitting down she couldn’t help but feel as if she was towering over everyone else, and that gave her a rush of adrenaline.
Trisha smiled and sat down in a comfy chair at the head of the circle. “Did you want to pick a name at random?” she asked, holding up her phone with a wheel-of-names app loaded up on it. Every girl who was in the room had her name on the wheel, everyone except Klaire, who had refused to give her name.
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Alternate ending
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Rayne smiled at Trisha as she moved into the center of the room. “That won’t be necessary.” she said as she slowly started to look from girl to girl, making eye contact with each one and watching their response. Some would smile, some would blush, others would look away, those were the ones that she wanted. Klaire, of course, didn’t bother to look up from her nails, which she was pretending to be absorbed in.
After looking everyone over, she smiled and turned sharply towards Cheyenne. The tall, thin blonde almost jerked in surprise, but changed her mind and instead looked away, embarrassed. Rayne knew she was the one. “Don’t look away, Cheyenne.'' she said as she slowly moved closer to the young sophomore.
Cheyenne looked up at Rayne and blushed a bit more deeply. “Sorry…” she said, voice trembling. “I…just didn’t…umm…yeah…” she mumbled, trailing off.
Rayne smiled as she made her way closer, with an almost seductive gait to her movements, directly in front of Cheyenne. Of course it looked awkward on Rayne’s stocky frame, but Cheyenne didn’t seem to notice…or care. “I know you're nervous, that’s why I picked you.” Rayne said with a smile. “That and you’re basically the polar opposite of me.” She let the statement hang for an uncomfortably long time, waiting for Cheyenne to answer.
Finally, Cheyenne realized that Rayne was waiting for an answer. “What…what do you mean?” she said in confusion.
Rayne breathed a sigh of relief, worried that her little language trick may have fallen flat and derailed her before she could start. “Well, you're tall, and I’m rather short.” She began with a playful inflection to her voice. “Your hair is long and bright blonde, while mine is short, and dark”, she continued, leaning in just a bit more. “Your body is thin and light, whereas mine is thick and heavy.” Rayne slid her hands along her frame as sensually as she could manage. It felt awkward, but in this situation it kept Cheyenne very much focused on her. “And then of course, there are these.” Rayne trailed off as her hands moved under her breasts and slowly lifted them up, playfully but slowly jiggling them. First the left, then the right. One up, and one down. A slow, steady lift and drop that instantly made Cheyenne gasp in surprise. I mean, really, how many times do you see a girl start to play with her own breasts in a social situation? Doesn’t happen nearly enough for my liking, but here we are.
Cheyenne, along with many of the others in the room, were confused. But only Cheyenne was in the hot seat, only she had to answer. Of course she found that she couldn’t, her mouth moved but nothing came out, and all she could do was stare, transfixed, at the pair of breasts before her.
Rayne just smiled and slowly began to sway her chest from side to side. “These are much bigger than yours Cheyenne. ” she said, pointing out that Rayne had C-cups and Cheyenne, to be generous, was barely a B-cup. “ I’ve seen you looking. I’ve seen how curious you are, curious about the other girls' breasts…about my breasts, Cheyenne.” She let her voice trail off as her chest continued to slowly sway back and forth in front of Cheyenne. “You are very curious, very…fascinated by breasts, aren’t you Cheyenne.”
The room was all but silent, and several of the girls were about to start laughing until a very soft “Yes…” passed through Cheyenne’s lips. For her part, Klaire was also quite fascinated. As she stared at the scene she was filled with a mix of confusion…and arousal.
“I know, Cheyenne…” Rayne continued, “as a woman, you have many things… many attributes that draw people to you… and you are very, very lovely…” Rayne paused for a moment for the compliment to sink in. She wasn’t trying to insult Cheyenne, just use a body part that the other woman didn’t have in abundance. “Even your own breasts are very, alluring, very beautiful…but the larger the breasts, the easier it is for you to be drawn in by them. The bigger they are…the harder they make you fall. The deeper they make you focus. As they sway, side to side, gently, easily…drawing you in more and more deeply.” Rayne's voice stayed slow and steady and the room was completely silent.
Cheyenne was completely transfixed on Rayne’s chest, her head slowly following it from side to side as the freshman’s cleavage swayed left, and then right, directly before her eyes. Her mouth had fallen open, or possibly never closed. And in the end she was left sitting there, focused, not really thinking, just watching, a strangely familiar fuzzy feeling drifting into her mind.
“That’s it Cheyenne, simply let yourself drift away…” Rayne said as she slowly moved her hands up to the top of her low cut, button up shirt. “It’s ok to just focus, the more you see, the more deeply you fall…helpless and relaxed. It’s ok to just sink here Cheyenne, it’s ok to just let the image put you into a nice, relaxed…” Rayne paused for a moment and then, to everyone's surprise, pulled her shirt and sports bra down to reveal her breasts. “Sleep!” she commanded as she finished exposing herself.
Cheyenne gasped in surprise and for a moment, Rayne thought she might actually wake up instead of going under, but her fears disappeared as Cheyenne’s eyes rolled up into her head and she sank back against the couch. She landed softly against it and slumped down, head resting against her chest. A moment later, Carly landed on her shoulder, her eyes completely closed and mouth open, totally asleep just like Cheyenne.
Rayne smiled contentedly as she covered herself and stood up, only to hear Laura giggling behind her. “You knocked out both of the B-cups with your breasts!” At that, just about all of the girls chuckled, even Klaire. The only one who didn’t laugh was Jackie.
“Bigger is better!” Rayne said with a smile as she winked at Laura.
“I take offense to that!” Jackie said playfully. Given that she was the only other girl in the room with noticeably small breasts, even smaller then Carly and Cheyenne, it was easy to see how she might at least be annoyed by the induction. “I guess I’ll never be using this induction to get someone into a trance.”
“Nah!” Trisha responded playfully. “Yours would work on any guy, I guarantee it!” which got another laugh from the rest of the room.
Jackie chuckled. “I guess if we were going for size here, then Jessy would be the most hypnotic? Or Christine?” Jackie asked, pointing out the only two in the room with full sized Double D-cups.
“Oh yeah!” Christine shouted proudly. “These knockers will open many doors!” she said, sticking her chest out a bit and wiggling it back and forth, laughing in embarrassment.
Laura laughed at the comment. “You’d be the queen of all women with those!”
Not to be outdone, even though she was far more shy than the rest, Jessy stood up and faced Christine, grabbing her shirt and playfully shouting “Insurrection!” as she pulled her shirt and bra up just high enough to free her breasts. Both of them fell against her chest, bouncing for just a moment before she turned beet red and lost her nerve, then pulled her shirt back down and turned away.
But she turned away too quickly to notice that as soon as she did, Christine's face was one of shock as her eyes fluttered up into her head before dropping down her chest, nearly landing inside of her own cleavage thanks to the way she was slumped back in her chair. Her mind was instantly overloaded once Jessy had freed her breasts, and the surprise of seeing Jessy do something so bold, mixed with Rayne’s earlier induction, left her brain with no other choice but to slip into a trance.
“Did you just…” Eve started in confusion, “did you just put her out?”
Jessy looked up back at Christine in surprise “Wait…did I?” she asked, equally confused as she slowly moved towards Christine’s spot on the couch.
“What did you do?” Jackie asked curiously.
“Nothing! I don’t…I don’t know what happened!” Jessy said, laughing nervously.
Rayne looked at Klaire with a smile and winked. “Looks like I have competition here, hmm?” She placed her hands on her hips in a power stance.
Klaire could only watch in confusion as Rayne cleared her throat. “Oh Jessy…” She said with a smile as she slid her hands along her shirt to pull it open, revealing her breasts. “Time to sleep!”
Jessy wasn’t looking at Rayne at the time, but saw Eve gasp in surprise and slump to her side as the surprise image of Rayne’s breasts put her instantly to sleep. Jessy grabbed her shirt with a smile. “Bigger is better!” she said as she spun around to face Rayne and pulled up her shirt, once again freeing her breasts. “You said so yourself! So YOU sleep!”
To her great surprise, Rayne’s body physically jerked as if she had been in a scifi movie and was suddenly shot with a stun gun. Her arms dropped to her sides as she teetered back and started to fall. On instinct, Klaire reached out and tried to catch her, but Rayne’s muscular frame was far heavier than she expected and she ended up falling onto the floor with Rayne in her lap. She looked up at Jessy in confusion, only to see the young woman laughing with her breasts still on display, and then the world faded to black as Klaire fell over asleep on the floor.
Jessy stood there with a stunned look on her face. “Oops!” she said, blushing “Sorry Klaire!”
Meanwhile, Laura was laughing so hard she’d almost fallen off of the couch, while Trisha cleared her throat and smiled playfully. “Umm Jessy, maybe you should ummm…oooh…”
Jessy, who was still in a state of shock, turned to look at Trisha when she heard her name. Of course she had also forgotten to cover her breasts before doing so. The shock of the situation cut Trisha off and left her staring blankly ahead.
At this point Laura’s face was bright red, and it was nothing short of a miracle that she hadn’t passed out from lack of oxygen. She was slumped over on the couch, leaning against Carly and cackling like a witch as she gasped for air. “This is great!” She wheezed, only to see a very confused Jessy turn in her direction, looking more for support and guidance than to render her friend hypnotized. Unfortunately for both of them, but fortunately for us, that's exactly what happened. Laura inhaled deeply, ready to continue laughing again, but instead her face fell completely slack as she landed face first into Carly’s lap.
Jessy could only blink a few times, her top still pulled up, frozen in shock as she simply managed to whisper “Oops…”
Half an hour later, Jessy was lounging on one of the couches with her shirt, shoes, and socks all off. Around her were nine hypnotized girls. Eve and Laura were massaging one shoulder each. Trisha was massaging her scalp, while Klaire and Rayne were massaging each of her arms respectfully, Christine was massaging her left leg as Cheyenne massaged her right, leaving Carly and Jackie to massage her feet respectively. She let out a content sigh, followed by an embarrassed giggle. “I could really get used to this. Long live the busty queen!”
Thanks to Sleepygirl for doing the editing for me.
