Alice's Epilogue

"Madam President, thank you for meeting with me."

"Of course, I am happy you are here. So how can I help you?"

"We have a problem. Polling suggests we might lose Georgia in the midterms."

"Really? I thought we dealt with that already. We brought Senator Cox on our side after all."

"That's true, but it seems the voters aren't convinced by his about face. I got too cocky I suppose. He's still campaigning, but he's dramatically toned down his rhetoric. He's stopping calling you slurs, he refused to blame the state of the economy on trans youth and he even started using his signal when driving. Still, his supports seem to think he's just playing nice to appease the media and he'll carry out his destructive policies after he's in. I'm afraid the backlash against you is stronger than we thought."

The President leaned back in her chair and looked deep in thought, "Hmm...we simply can't hypnotize the whole state, as much fun as that would be. What if we had him commit a felony?"

"Seriously? We're trying to tank his campaign, not boost it."

"Right, of course. He could drop out...but no, they'd find someone else. Oh, what if we had him get caught having an affair...no, that wouldn't work either. Alice, what do you suggest? I know you came here with the answer, didn't you?"

Alice grinned, "The average voter doesn't care about scandals, or lack thereof. You were close with getting him to drop out. Let's just bring him into the fold."

The President blinked, "You want him...to join us?"

Alice shrugged, "Why not? He's an asshole, but he's a smart asshole. Also when I put him under I blew him...he is shockingly well hung."

"Alice you know I don't care about that."

"You care about whatever I say you care about," Alice shot back, "Isn't that right?"

The President gulped, "Yes Mistress. Sorry Mistress."

"Good, so what do you think? Seriously."

The President thought hard, "Yeah. It could work. But not now. It's too early. We have to time it just right so they don't just fly someone else in. I'll get Raul and Simon on it."

"I'll leave the details to you then. Let me know and I'll call Senator Cox over for a quick chat." Alice thanked the President for her time and headed out. She didn't make it very far before someone called her name, "Alice! Could I see you for a moment?"

She saw Isiah Hill, the President's Chief of Staff, waving at her. She smirked and followed him into his office. Alice had personally selected everyone in the President's orbit. She made sure they were all supremely confident, hypnotically loyal, and conventionally attractive. For Chief of Staff Alice had perhaps been focusing a little bit too much on other meanings of the word.

Isiah quickly shut the door and handed her a stack of bills, "Can I have a blowjob?"

"Of course," Alice put the money in her purse and got on her knees. She didn't really need the money anymore. In fact she'd ordered pretty much everyone on the hill to stop offering it to her, everyone except Isiah. She pulled down his pants and let his cock flop out. It barely seemed human, once again she giggled at the sight, "Seriously if you ever get tired of politics you'd do well in porn." She used both hands to stroke him, he was simply too big to deal with otherwise.

"I'm afraid you've spoiled me ma'am. I don't let anyone else give me a blowjob anymore, they just can't compete."

"Aww, how sweet. Now be quiet and let me work."

Alice got to work. With her ability to hypnotize anyone just by flashing her tits she'd become extremely powerful. She hadn't wanted the optics of being president, or the term limit associated with it, but she was the true power in Washington these days. With her tits swaying both sides of the aisle, absolutely nothing got done without her say so. The American people might believe they lived in a democracy, but truthfully Alice had become it's Empress. Despite all the power, she was still a **** to the urges the game had left her with. She was addicted to the taste of semen, even without being unable to refuse a paying customer she would have found herself on her knees daily anyway. Besides the addiction, she wasn't about to give up her own orgasms. These days she insisted on a strict 1-1 orgasm ratio. Anyone who dared to order her to suck them off would find themselves doing everything they could to return the favor.

Despite barely being able to fit the tip of his cock in her mouth, she still managed to get him to cum pretty quickly. She stood up and bent over his desk straight away, flipping up her skirt as she did. Isiah knew the routine. A key had appeared in his hand and he immediately unlocked her. Alice savored the feeling of cool air on her bare pussy. Then Isiah knelt down and started to lick her from behind. She let him tease her for as long as possible, she only had 30 minutes or an orgasm before the belt reappeared after all. Then she ordered him in.

Isiah stood up and quickly penetrated her. His huge cock filled her and she nearly came right then and there, but she managed to hold off until just before her time expired. Then she let him drive her over the edge, silently shaking as the orgasm swept through her. The belt immediately repapered, but that was fine. She was satisfied for now. She turned and looked at him, his poor cock still hard and unsatisfied. She smirked, it wasn't her policy to let him get away with two. "Now remember the rule...no touching!" She wagged her finger in front of him, "Although...Hailey told me she has a crush on you. Just saying." She winked and left him to think about that. She had far too many people under her control to care deeply about all of them, but those in her inner circle were different. She really did her best to take care of them.

Finally she made it back to her office and saw a guest waiting for her. She smiled but ignored them. Once she was settled she used her intercom to tell Tammy to send her in."

"Thank you for meeting with me," The young woman said as she entered. "You aide said you could help with my Father's case. He's innocent. I swear."

Alice nodded, "Yes. I certainly can help...if he's innocent. Here's my proposal. I will meet with your Father and determine if he really is innocent. If he is, then I'll get him out of jail and have all the charges dropped. It might seem like a stretch, but I assure you this is something I can do easily. That'll be the end of our relationship. I can abide by an innocent man wasting away in jail after all."

The woman nodded, she was obviously not totally convinced Alice could pull it off, "H-how...how will you know if he's innocent?"

"I'll ask him," Alice said, "If he says he is, I'll believe him." Nobody could resist her hypnosis. If she ordered him to be honest, he would. Even if he couldn't consciously recall exactly what happened, she could get the truth out of him.

The woman seemed somewhat reassured, "He is. He really is..." She trailed off, "But...what if you decide he's guilty?"

Alice smiled, "Then you'll owe me. You'll come work for me to pay off your debt, also I'll have your Dad admit his crimes and plead guilty." Alice could see doubt in the woman's eyes, "You're curious how I'll do that? Same way I'll **** you to work for me. I have what are essentially magic powers. I won't **** you into a deal with me, but if you take it, you'll be bound. There won't be any backing out. You'll belong to me, mind body and soul. What do you say?"

"You make it sound like I'm selling my soul to the devil."

Alice laughed, "No, not even close. I don't want you to get the wrong idea about me. I only use my powers for good. Well...mostly. A little fun now and again keeps me sane after all. I'm afraid I can't hypnotize myself into being a good girl so I've left it up to a few close friends to make sure I don't stray too far from righteousness. Of course those friends are horny devils themselves...by I'm getting off topic.

"If you believe your Father is innocent, then you have nothing to worry about. I'll make you forget certain elements of this conversation, but otherwise you'll just get your Dad back. If you are wrong and he is guilty, then I'll make sure you land on your feet. You'll become part of my organization, working behind the scenes to ensure America runs smoothly. I enforce a rather unique dress code and hierarchy, but there are a number of perks to working for me. If you do well, I can get you anything you desire."

The woman gulped, "What exactly would you want me to do...?"

Alice smiled. It was fun teasing her, but she'd had enough of it for now, "I'm sure I'll find a use for you. Everyone is good at something. I'll let you tell me exactly how far you'll go..." She pulled up her shirt and tossed it aside. She felt her pussy moisten as she saw the dazed look on the woman's face. She was half tempted to ask Tammy to send in a stud so she could get off on this, but she didn't actually have much time before her next appointment. It was time to clear up the woman's memory and have the same chat again with her subconscious. Sometimes people wanted to be seen to be doing something, but didn't actually want to do it. It could be she didn't really believe in her father's innocence, or she did but wasn't willing to work for Alice to free him. Alice might not be a paragon of virtue, but she had her own internal rules to follow. She wouldn't add this woman to her army of drones unless she was sure she knew what she was getting into.

"Let's start again...be honest with me and yourself...is your Father innocent?"

It was dark by the time Alice finally made it home. She walked into the kitchen and saw her husband putting the finishing touches on dinner, "Wow this looks great!" She said.

He smiled and picked up two plates, "Thanks. I went to the farmer's market today and found some great produce." She followed him to the dining room and they sat down.

Alice took a bite, "Wow. This is amazing!"

"Really? I'm so glad you like it."

"It really is. I'm so lucky to have you." She really did feel lucky to have him. Theirs wasn't the only unusual relationship on the hill, but that didn't mean it was exactly normal. Hypnosis or not, the American voter still didn't want to elect a single woman, let alone a single woman of color. Paul had helped to increase her odds of victory, back at the start of her political career. Now she could probably divorce him and still win easily, but it wasn't a sure thing back then.

Not that she would. Divorce him that is. Their marriage had started out as a marriage of convenience but it had developed way beyond that. He was her best friend, her rock. She trusted him more than anyone else in the world. Of course, decades of hypnosis meant that his original personality and his current one weren't the same at all, and his loyalty was just her own reflected back at her.

They'd met online, on a hypnosis fetish forum. He desperately wanted to be hypnotized. To be dominated. He wanted someone to erase him, mold him, shape him. When he first learned about her powers she had the hardest time fighting her own kink to stop herself from giving in. When she finally did hypnotize him, she'd made sure it was minor and temporary. It wasn't until after they married that he'd finally convinced her to put some permanent suggestions in. Now, after 25 years of marriage she had no more qualms about changing him. He loved it, no matter what she did, and she loved having a subject to play with.

Right now he was in full house husband mode. He was a surprisingly good cook, without any hypnotic reinforcement, and it was one of his favorite roleplays. Hers too, who wouldn't love coming home to a clean house and a homecooked meal. Still, it wasn't what she wanted right now.

"Paul...for dessert would you prefer something sweet and sugary or perhaps something spicy?"

Paul grinned, "Spicy for sure. I could make those Mexican brownies you like."

Alice smiled. In her current persona he didn't consciously know what she was talking about, but the programming underneath certainly did. She wasn't talking about eating, but rather what persona to assign to him next.

"No. I think I'd prefer...Waru 2 hours." She uttered the trigger.

Paul dropped his fork as the persona switched. He grinned, "Wow...how long has it been...3 months? Yes. You've kept me locked away for 3 whole months. Alice dear, that wasn't very nice of you."

"Oh, what are you going to do about it?"

Faster than she could react Paul suddenly surged up from the table and crossed to where she sat. His hand closed around her throat tight enough to hurt without chocking her completely, "Is that any way to talk to your husband? 2 hours huh? Well, I suppose that's enough time to teach you a little bit of manners. Let's go slut." He let go of her throat only to grab her hair. He proceeded to **** her upstairs, keeping a tight grip on her hair. He threw her onto the bed and stripped off his own clothes. "Let's start with seeing if you remember how to deepthroat." He climbed on top of her and wasted no time in shoving his cock into her mouth.

Paul had been given many different persona. Each with their own unique trigger and conditions. This version of Paul liked rough sex and treating her like an object. He would spend the next two hours fucking her face, her ass, whatever he could. He'd pull her hair, slap her, **** her. It was fun, once it a while. He had limits built it, limits he wasn't even aware of, so as rough as he was she was never in any danger. It was a good way for her to let loose and disconnect from the responsibilities of her job. However Waru always had a time limit. Escapism didn't work if it went on too long.

"I brought you a coffee Mistress," Paul entered the bedroom wearing nothing but a collar around his neck, holding a cup of coffee in his hands, "And breakfast will be ready in 5 minutes."

Alice took the cup and took a sip, "What is this crap?" She tossed it back at him, causing it to spill all over his nude body, "It's ice cold!"

"S-sorry Mistress. I forgot to boil the water first."

Alice raised an eyebrow. This version of Paul liked being punished, but did he have to be so dumb? She sighed and snapped her fingers three times, cancelling all of his personas.

Paul blinked, and looked down at himself, "Ah...that bad huh?"

"He's just so dumb! How am I supposed to believe he forgot to heat the water?"

Paul shrugged, "You want to tweak him? I liked the coffee splash, but it would be rather painful if it was hot."

Alice waved him off, "Not right now. I thought after last night I'd get a taste of dominance, but I'm not feeling it. Who do you want to be today?"

"We have that fundraiser tonight don't we? Put me in writer mode. He'll just work all day and not get into any trouble."

"Sure...unless you wanted to just be yourself?"

Paul smirked, "Honey...all of this...this is myself. We've been over this."

"I know, sometimes I just feel...kinda evil...doing this to you."

"It would be more evil if you didn't. I don't want you to ever stop playing with me. My mind belongs to you."

Alice tapped her fingers, thinking, "Ok. Then let's play. How about a whole new persona?"

Paul's eyes lit up, "Yes please! But...do you have time for that?"

Alice shrugged, "My first meeting is with the President. I think she can wait. Let's see...ok got it. Look at my tits..." She flashed him and begun to develop yet another version of Paul.

This is the final epilogue of this branch. Hope everyone enjoyed it. I don't have any plans for another Brenda's Boardgame at this time, but I'll probably do another game at some time. Again feel free to write your own, or even branch off from mine if there's a place you didn't like where it went.