Chapter 2

Meanwhile at Jesse’s Private Preparatory Academy in upper state New York.

Chinese Proverb 1, “What you cannot avoid, embrace and enjoy.”

1... 2... 3 ... Snap ... Jesse heard the snap of fingers, and jolted awake with a start not really knowing where she was at first. Sitting up straight in her chair and looking around she found herself in the “Pit” of her large auditoria lecture style classroom. She then reached up to pull an arrant strand of loose dark red hair out of her eyes. As she looked around her, still somewhat confused, the whole classroom around her erupted into applause, and some light laughter.

Looking around now in alarm she found herself somehow sitting in a chair in the “Pit”, as they liked to call it. Around her was her entire Intro To Psych 101 class, all 110 other students staring down at her clapping, and making snide remarks now. Before she could think what to do she felt a strong hand grip her shoulder, and looked behind her and up to see Professor Compton stuffing an old antique gold pocket watch back into his coat pocket.

At the sight of the old, well antique gold pocket watch Jesse had a rush of memories flood back into her slow confused mind. She had been sitting up there with the other students in class, chatting with her friends as usual, when Professor Compton walked in and announced he would be doing a hypnosis demonstration today. That got everyone excited, but first he announced he would be running a little test of the class itself he told everyone.

She vaguely remembered her and all the other 110 students in her class squeezing their hands together at Professor Compton’s request, and imagining glue being poured over them. Soon she found her hands had become impossible to pull apart. Her and several other students were unable to get their hands apart they all discovered. She then remembered the Professor telling her, and the other 25 or so students, to relax and hold their still glued together hands straight out in front of them. He then told them that their hands were getting heavier and heavier, and soon they were almost too heavy to hold up she had found. He then told them how the lower their hands sank the sleepier they would get. After a few moments her hands grew too heavy to hold up, no matter how hard she tried to hold them up, and her eyelids were fluttering getting heavier and heavier too. At that point the Professor told her, and the others, when their hands touched their laps they would fall into a deep sleep. When Jesse’s hands touched her lap her eyelids just naturally slid shut over her sleepy eyes. After that it only got a lot foggier for Jesse.

Brief images appeared in flashes her mind as she went back up to her regular seat with her friends and two roommates. After a little more lecture the Professor began assigning the weeks homework to the class. Brief flashes of images came and went in flashes as she sat half listening to the Professor. Flashes of being asked by Professor Compton to come to the front of the classroom to sit. Then flashes of the feeling of being overwhelmed by sleep as she stared at a shinny gold pocket watch dangled by it’s shiny gold chain before her tired sleepy eyes.

At one point she had even found herself believing that Stacy’s, Professor Compton’s TA, shoes were a pair of mutant animals that wanted to eat her feet. She remembered the laughter coming from the rest of the class as she tried to take them off of Stacy’s feet. Then in another flash she remembered counting up on her fingers and realizing she had 11 fingers. That seemed to be followed up by thinking that she was in the presence of her biggest celebrity crush, only to awaken to realize she was hugging a coat rack. Finally she awoke for good right there in the chair Professor Compton was now standing by as the bell rang and he dismissed the class.

“Jesse, I had no idea you had such a thing for coat racks honey!” her friend Kimberly said, causing their small group to laugh and giggle as they gathered their things to leave class.

“Yeah me neither ... God, that was so weird,” Jesse replied honestly.

“What did it feel like? I wasn’t able to go under like you sleepyhead” Helen, the tall blonde in their group, asked excitedly.

“Kind of weird, honestly guys. The book says being hypnotized is like being hyper aware, or super focused, but I had no idea what was going on, I just had to do whatever he said. It just felt so natural.” She told her listening friends and roommates.

“Kind of hot, if you ask me, ha, ha.” replied Kimberly, zipping up her book bag to go.

“Yeah, he’s pretty cute for a Professor, I wouldn’t mind him bossing me around a little,” Helen said, blushing a little while Kimberly just giggled. Jesse just shook her head at her two horn-dog friends and roommates, then laughed as she slung her own heavy bag over her shoulder.

“Jesse, would you mind holding up after class for a few minutes?” Professor Compton called out. Jesse turned to see Professor Compton looking up at her from the bottom of the circular auditoria lecture classroom, he appeared to be holding her assignment from last week in his hand she thought.

“Oh no,” she mumbled to herself seeing the paper in his hand.

“OH well, see you back at the dorm sleepyhead.” Helen told her and left with Kimberly.

“I can do that Professor,” she called down as she descended the broad steps down to the waiting Professor.

“Don’t make the coat rack too jealous!” Kimberly shouted after her before leaving with Helen too.

Hearing Kimberly’s shout Jesse blushed hard as she approached the waiting Professor Compton. Standing there they waited for the rest of the students to file out. He was quite a looker, she had to admit to herself. Well over 6 foot, a full head of blonde hair, some cute freckles, and even a dimple in his chin, wide shoulders, even soft dreamy blue eyes, she often found herself daydreaming in class that he wouldn’t look out of place at the beach with a surfboard. Well that was if he hadn’t become a Psychology Professor that is.

Once the door shut behind the final student Professor Compton took a seat behind his desk. Jesse stood before his large wooden desk somewhat awkwardly now waiting to find out what this was all about. She was somewhat worried that she had somehow managed to screw up the last assignment.

“Err, Professor, is this about my paper? Because I understand that differentiating brain waves isn’t my strong suit, but I still... “ Professor Compton cut her off in mid sentence.

“No, no, nothing like that Jesse.” He said waiving his hand in dismissal, “I just wanted to see how you were doing after the demonstration. How are you feeling?”

“I’m fine Professor, a little embarrassed that I couldn’t stay awake during class, I’m not really sure what came over me, I wasn’t even trying to go under.” Jesse told him,

“Oh, well, that’s to be expected Jesse, you have such a bright, and inquisitive mind Jesse, but a hypnotic trance can be a little intense for some people, I just wanted to make sure you were feeling alright before you left college today.”

“Honest I feel fine Professor,” she said, with a small smile, flattered at both the compliments, and his concern for her, “But thank you for making sure.”

“Wonderful then Jesse! Thank you for being such a good sport about things in class today. You was an excellent subject for our experiment.” He smiled back as he looked her over.

“Well truth be told Professor I can’t even really remember most of what happened after you pulled out that beautiful old antique gold pocket watch of yours. My grandfather has one just like it that he got from the railroad when he retired.” Jesse told him absently.

“This watch right here Jesse?” Professor Compton asked, as he stood up from behind his desk withdrawing the same gold pocket watch from his coat pocket as he approached Jesse. Holding it out in his hand he let the shiny gold pocket watch drop on it’s gold chain before the much smaller student’s eyes. Jesse’s eyes locked onto it instantly, and she nodded back distractedly. The Professor only smiled down at her.

“Some psychology, as well as psychiatry studies Jesse have shown that, while things like swinging gold pocket watches, and swirling spirals, and flashing tick tocking metronomes, are cheesy over the top theatrical props, they are still great hypnosis tools. Why you ask Jesse, because people associate being hypnotized with these things, and their brains just naturally do the heavy lifting of hypnotizing themselves, ha, ha, ha.” The Professor was telling the much smaller student as he continued to swing the watch before her.

“Maybe Professor.” Jesse mumbled back in reply, her eyes following the swing watch.

“Some people might even find themselves just naturally drawn to these cheesy theatrical props. The subject, like you Jesse, simply allowing themselves to relax and follow the hypnotist’s suggestions so well because they know that’s what is supposed to happen. You’ve seen or read about it, and know what’s supposed to happen, right Jesse.” The Professor patiently explained to the entranced Jesse following the swinging gold pocket watch with her eyes now.

“Yeah, makes sense Professor,” Jesse said nodding, unaware that her shoulders were already starting to relax, and her facial features were growing a little slack standing before the Professor.

“Yes, Yes, the human mind can be very mysterious when you start poking and prodding around in it Jesse. You would be surprised what your mind can allow yourself to think, or even how it can trick you into believing certain truths that are, or aren’t, real at all Jesse.” The Professor went on explaining to Jesse.

“How so?” Jesse asked, her curiosity piqued for a moment.

“Well take yourself for example Jesse. You were just sitting up there in class today with the other students, listening to my demonstration down here in the Pit without any intention of being hypnotized, but it just happened anyway. Despite your intention just to observe and watch, your mind absorbed my instructions perfectly, and before you knew it you were completely focused on my words, completely focused on how soothing my instructions were, weren’t you Jesse?” He asked, his voice low and smooth, the same voice he had used during his first induction she seemed to remember.

“Uh yeah, it was really easy to listen to you Professor.” She responded back a little slowly, eyes still locked onto the swinging gold pocket watch.

“And you found that the longer you focused on the swinging shiny gold pocket watch, and on my words, the easier it became to simply let them lead you. They led you to feel quite sleepy, in fact, they made you feel heavy and tired, like my words were a warm soft blanket, putting you to sleep.” The Professor was saying.

Jesse was now swaying slightly on her feet, as she remembered the heaviness in her body again. As her arms and shoulders slumped her heavy book bag slipped off of her shoulder and thumped loudly onto the floor with a loud clatter, but Jesse didn’t so much as flinch from the noise. The Professor grinned happy with how absorbed she already was, but Jesse didn’t notice his reaction any more than she noticed the bag fall. Her big brown eyes were too focused on the swinging gold pocket watch to care.

“Yes, Jesse, and then like a good girl you got up from your seat up there in the audience and came down here when I instructed you to. You sat down in this very chair like your doing right now Jesse. Despite the dozens of eyes on you, you saw only this, only the swinging gold pocket watch.” Professor Compton said, lowering the watch just a few inches from her eyes and twirling it as she seated herself again before the Professor.

“The only thing you heard then was my voice, the only thing you hear now is my voice, only listening to my voice, nothing else mattered, but following all my instructions like a good girl should. Your such a good girl Jesse. A gold pocket watch is inherently hypnotic in our movies, and media, even in some of those silly romantic fiction books I’m sure you read Jesse. So your mind, especially as tired and sleepy as it already was, easily accepted that you was supposed to be hypnotized. That led you to feel even more tired, sooooo sleeeeeeepy, you just wanted to rest those pretty brown eyes of yours, and do what I tell you, don’t you Jesse?” The Professor instructed her.

“Mmm,” Jesse replied with a sleepy smile, “I was so ... sleepy.”

“Watching the watch swing back and forth before your tired sleepy eyes. Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth...” The Professor droned on and on it seemed to Jesse as she continued to watch the swing gold pocket watch.

“And as you watch, your eyelids are becoming heavier and heavier. Back and forth, heavier and heavier, back and forth, heavier and heavier, back and forth, heavier and heavier, back and forth, heavier and heavier...” The Professor directed Jesse, and she began to feel her heavy tired eyelids flutter now, trying to close over her tired eyes.

“Your eyelids are beginning to close over your tired sleepy eyes. Back and forth, back and forth, heavier and heavier, back and forth, heavier and heavier. Your eyelids beginning to close over your tired eyes. No matter how hard you try your heavy eyelids are closing over your tired sleepy eyes. Back and forth, back and forth, heavier and heavier, back and forth, heavier and heavier, No matter how hard you try your heavy eyelids are closing over your tired sleepy eyes.” The Professor directed Jesse.

“Your eyelids are closed now Jesse, no matter how hard you try you can’t open them. Try to open them Jesse, Try harder.” The Professor commanded her, and Jesse tried her best, but it was like she had forgotten how to open them. Like she had no control over them at all. Her closed eyelids quivered and jerked as he watched now with a predatory smirk on his suddenly cruel lips.

“You are such a good girl Jesse, you can quite trying to open your eyes now Jesse, they are sealed tightly shut. Sleep, sleep, going deeper and deeper, like the good girl you are Jesse. Deeper and deeper asleep, only hearing my voice, only obeying my voice, Obedient to my voice like a good girl.” He continued.

“Who am I Jesse?” Professor Compton asked the deeply hypnotized Jesse next.

“Professor Compton.” Jesse smiled, and answered back without any hesitation.

“Try again Jesse, who am I?” Professor Compton asked the deeply hypnotized Jesse.

“My ... my Professor ... Professor Compton?” She answered back hesitantly this time.

“I’ll help you out Jesse, ha, ha, ha.” The Professor laughed. “You want my help don’t you Jesse? You need my help right? When you were a little girl you watched cartoons didn’t you Jesse. When the evil hypnotist hypnotized the beautiful Princess what did he become?” Professor Compton asked the deeply hypnotized Jesse.

“Her master? Master? ... you are My Master? ... Master.” She answered back with a smile on her face now.

“Right my good girl, Your such a smart good girl Jesse. I’m your Master. Now when the beautiful Princess, a good girl just like you Jesse, gets hypnotized what does she become Jesse?” Professor took her to the next step of his plan.

“A ... slave? ... his slave? ... Master’s slave? ... Slave.” She worked through her logic.

“Good girl Jesse, Your such a smart good girl. Since I’ve hypnotized you and I’m your Master, who are you, ha, ha, ha,” Professor asked.

“I’m a good girl ... I’m your slave Master ... I’m Slave.” She happily answered him, looking proud of herself if anything.

“When Master hypnotized the beautiful Princess what did she have to do Slave?” Compton asked.

“She has to do anything he commands her to do Master” Jesse answered back without any hesitation this time.

“So my cute little slave girl what will you do when your hypnotized like this and under my control.” Compton asked.

“This one has to obey all your commands Master.” she answered back again without any hesitation once again.

“Good girl Jesse.” The Professor chuckled.

1... 2... 3 ... SNAP ... Jesse heard the snap of fingers, and jolted awake with a start.

“I said, if you’re feeling OK then you can be on your way Jesse.” The Professor laughed at Jesse’s confusion.

His voice rang out like an echo coming from the bottom of a well, and Jesse shook her head to clear it, then rubbed her eyes. Seconds ago she had been standing in front of Professor Compton’s large desk talking with him about the demonstration, and now he was standing here in front of her holding the classroom door open and smiling down at her. That’s weird her fuzzy mind questioned, but then it seemed to chose to ignore it all. It wasn’t important something deep in her mind whispered to her. Nothing to worry about.

“Sorry, Professor, I must have spaced out a little there!” Jesse apologized as she picked up her heavy book bag setting at her feet.

“Not a problem Jesse. Maybe you paid too close attention to my special gold pocket watch earlier in class, and you still haven’t fully woken up yet if you’re still dozing off like that young lady. SNAP, wake up.” The Professor joked, and snapped his fingers before Jesse’s face, then laughed as she started heading out.

“Good one Professor, but we all know hypnosis doesn’t really work that way, he, he, he.” She giggled cutely, and shot back the commit over her shoulder as she left, Professor Compton just smiled.

“Of course it doesn’t Jesse, just a simple joke, I’ll see you on Monday, Jesse.” He told her back.

Jesse let the door close behind her, then used her makeup compact’s mirror to check her appearance before her next class. To her surprise her lip gloss was pretty much smeared across her face, and she didn’t remember having her hair up in a ponytail before class either, and now she even thought she had a funny salty taste in her mouth. She shrugged, everything is fine something buried deep in her mind assured her, nothing to worry about. so she adjusted her makeup, sprayed a couple of shots from her Listerine Pocketmister in her mouth and throat, and thought nothing more about it for the rest of the day.

Professor Compton himself went back to his desk a very satisfied man. He sat down in his big overstuffed computer chair propped his feet up on the desk, and grinning from ear-to-ear he let out a very deeply satisfying belch. He was disturbed for a second when he felt a cold draft of air from the overhead air conditioner vent blow across his crotch, then he realized his zipper was still down and his cock was still hanging out. He quickly corrected his mistake by shoving his cock back in his briefs and pulling the zipper up, then he sat back waiting for his next class.

“Good thing Jesse didn’t notice that, ha, ha, ... not that she couldn’t just as easily have been instructed to forget it all again, ha, ha, ha ... such a wonderful hypnotic subject ... so completely suggestible ... and OH, soooo compliant ... seems to have a real talent for fellatio ... make a note to have Jesse teach the other girls how to give a proper blow job.” he mumbled to himself as he waited for his next class to start showing up. Taking out his cell phone, he made some quick notes, wrote up a few Emails, set them to be sent at a later time, and then started prepping for his next class.

OH, the fringe benefits of being a full tenured college professor of psychology at a large city urban college like UAB the Professor thought to himself as he relaxed in his office after Jesse’s wonderfully skilled blow job. So many beautiful young coed girls to chose from the student body, girls that can just conveniently drop out of sight without even being missed. The Group’s decision to privately fund my Psychology Department by their large endowment was the best decision they ever made he congratulated himself.

College in the big city is nothing like those snotty small town universities where everybody knows and tends to everybody else’s business. The next group of six girls were fully programed and almost ready for transfer to the Group’s island for use, or resale. The next group of six girls were well into their programing.

It was too bad Stacy, his TA, teaching assistant, had become too inquisitive about where some of the girls from his classes had gone, and started her own inquiries without his knowledge. Inquiries that managed to make their way to some of the three letter federal agencies. He hadn’t known anything about her inquires until he had been alerted by agents of the Group that federal agents were on their way to question her. She really had been a very good TA, ha, ha, ha. Now she had to disappear. He would have a hard time replacing her. She had just gone from staff to another number in the catalog for sale. OH, the sacrifices we have to make.

The feds might be satisfied when they found her missing, and couldn’t question her, they had been in the past about the missing girls at the university. On the other hand they might come knocking on his door this time. It had been tempting to keep Stacy, after all she was already well trained hypnotically, and fully sexually compliant with any request, even if she wasn’t consciously aware of it, ha, ha. It had been an accident, well an oversight really, that led to her inquiries. If he had known, or checked, he could have prevented it with a well placed...”you will ignore the missing girls, you are sure they are all doing well somewhere else” suggestion.