The Rise of Alice

Author’s note: For maximum enjoyment of this chapter, please put on ‘Under my Thumb’ by the Rolling Stones. I hope you enjoy the final chapter in Alice’s recruitment tale. Don’t worry though, this is not the end for Alice!

♬Under my thumb, the girl who, once had me down♬

Betty looked around; the music had already started and the gym was filling up. “None of them are here yet? Honestly, those girls… just because Heather’s dad is rich.” Betty Vogler shook her head in irritation. Heather had insisted their freshman class throw a big ball to commemorate the end of the first semester. She’d footed the bill too, including arranging for fluffer girls so that the committee could work on it undisturbed and not be bent over a delicate piece of decorations whenever one of the boys inevitably popped a boner.

Heather herself, as well as her little clique, had only made a few perfunctory appearances, mostly just to offer some rather rude criticisms and then depart. Heather had even tried to bully her, as if this was some sort of high school nonsense instead of a university! Well, Betty had not put up with that in the slightest. Though looking at how poor Ilse responded when she heard Heather’s name, she seemed to have found a new victim. Betty told herself she’d have to have a little talk with Ilse, have her stand up for herself.

But it was unlike Heather to miss the start of the dance. Whenever there was any possibility of a spotlight, the little slut was there. Betty was startled at the thought; it was very unlike her to even think those kinds of thoughts about people. Heather brought out the worst in her for some reason. To Betty, Heather was like nails on a chalkboard.

Sure, Heather was rich and attractive, but she’d started to turn their class into either sycophants or victims. And when Betty refused to be either, the nasty comments had begun. How dare the bitch call her ‘fun-size’! Betty had almost punched her when she heard. Besides, she thought to herself, what was wrong with a few extra pounds? She’d always done very well in the men department. As well as the woman department, she thought with a smile. There had been no bullies in her high school; Betty preferred it that everyone was nice to each other. Well, there had been one, but she’d accidentally fell down some stairs and changed schools. Betty sent her a card every year on her transfer anniversary.

♬Under my thumb, the girl who once, pushed me around♬

No, Betty did not like Heather at all. "Where are the stairs when you need them," she murmured to herself.

“Sorry?” Peter said. “I didn’t quite catch that.”

“Never you mind, sweetie.” Betty patted him on the butt absentmindedly, causing him to blush in a way she found particularly adorable. “We’ll just have to start without her. I’m just a bit tense, perhaps you could….?” Betty barely finished her sentence when Peter picked her up and carried her off, smiling widely as she giggled.

“And the crown for Semester Queen—oh, come on—Heather!” Betty put as much cheer in her voice as she could. Bubbly happiness came easy to her in any case and Peter had worked out her tension quite thoroughly. Betty figured Heather had waited to arrive for the most spectacular moment. The ego of that girl! It grated on her a bit, but next semester would be different in any case. Betty would have a nice little chat with her and she was sure Heather would see reason. One way or another.

“Heather!” Betty shouted again, when the titular Semester Queen did not arrive. Betty wrinkled her nose; what was that smell that came from behind the curtains? It smelled like gangbang there. Damn those boys, couldn’t they keep it in their pants for the five minutes it would take them to go elsewhere?

♬Under my thumb, it’s a squirming dog who’s just, had her day♬

“Uhm, I’m sure Heather will arrive any moment. Let’s call up the Semester King first then, let’s see who it is... oh figures…. Chad!”

Heather’s boyfriend had been here over an hour in advance. Heather had been very explicit about being on time, it seems. At first sight, everyone considered Chad to be the stereotypical alpha male jock. But get to know him a little better and he was a little puppy dog. So very eager to please. And very good with his tongue, Betty mused. And more than a little afraid of Heather.

Chad walked up to the stage, waving, making wolf like noises to his friends, howling like some caricature of a jock. Pretense, as Betty saw it. He wrinkled his nose as well. “Team spirits?” he whispered to Betty.

Betty shook her shoulders. “They’re your friends. You tell me.”

“No, the boys have been with me all evening. Frankly they’re a bit on edge, none of our girls are here.”

♬Under my thumb, a girl who has, just changed her ways♬

“Heather, you’re up. Come on up!” Betty tried, one last time. It was at that time the curtains opened slightly and Heather stumbled forwards. Not a stitch on her but completely covered in semen. Chad stared in horror. Betty stared as well, trying to stifle a grin. Heather looked completely out of it. No wonder, Betty thought. That looks like the work of at least twenty guys. Betty looked behind her, through the gap in the curtain where she saw a pile of naked girls in similar states, slowly getting up and coming to the stage as well.

“I’ve only got the one crown, though should it be gangbang queen instead of semester queen?” The crowd laughed uncomfortably, whispering amongst each other. And then a goddess walked in. Even with Heather and her girls standing there drenched in cum, surely the event of the year, Betty’s eyes were drawn to the newcomer. Tall, statuesque, like a mythological amazon. Elegant glasses framing stylishly dressed yet wild hair. A perfect hourglass figure and a presence that demanded obedience, if not outright worship.

Wordlessly, Betty stepped aside for the woman who gave her a smile that warmed Betty to her core.

“Hello everyone.” She turned to Chad, a certain… fondness?...on her face, like one would have for a favorite pet. “ My name is Alice. I’m afraid I’ve got some bad news for everyone. Firstly, I do apologize for getting a bit carried away earlier this evening. Please excuse their state of undress.”

‘Carried away?’ Betty thought, as her eyes looked downwards for a moment before becoming a wide eyed stare as she noticed a massive bulge in the woman’s dress. She was a futa! Betty looked up for a moment, her eyes locking with the Amazon in front of her, a tiny smile on the woman’s face. She knew Betty had looked!

“Secondly, sad to say this is goodbye for Heather and the other girls behind me. They have all decided to come join me in Queen’s River as my… assistants. This means they will be dropping out of college, effective immediately. Now I know what you’re thinking, but rest assured, they’ll all have exciting new career opportunities waiting for them in the… service industry. I wanted them to embrace these exciting new jobs as soon as possible but they all insisted on coming here to say their farewells. Although… perhaps in their current state… Heather, why don’t you speak for all of them?”

This was ridiculous! Betty thought. Dropping out of college like that? And what did she mean by service industry? Waitressing or… Betty looked at the group of girls and then at the bulge in the woman’s dress. Suddenly Betty had a very good idea of what was meant. And Heather? Top Bitch Heather was going to accept a position as what? Bottom Bitch? Betty giggled a bit nervously earning her an amused look by the Amazon.

“H..hi…” Heather stepped forward, clumsily, almost slipping on the semen that was dripping off her. Chad was still stunned, his mouth gaping open as he looked at his girlfriend, then at Alice then back at his girlfriend.

♬It’s down to me, oh yeah, the way she does just what she’s told♬

“I’m uhm… dropping out to be a…” she looked at Alice who nodded encouragingly “full time whore and mother to my mistress’ babies. I’m just a dirty… slut… oh god, please mistress I…”

Alice delivered a resounding smack to Heather’s ass, causing Heather to shout in pain and what Betty distinctly recognized as pleasure as well. ‘She has the bitch trained, holy shit!’

“I…” Heather sniffed before continuing. “I accept my rightful place as my mistress’s property and so I… oh god…. I beg her to place a collar around my neck and keep me leashed so that I can serve her properly in… no I don’t…” Alice spanked her ass again. “In… in any way she sees fit.”

“Good kitty,” Alice purred, smiling. “Kneel, all of you girls.” Heather first, all of the girls shuffled to kneel in a row in front of Alice. Chad’s mouth started to open and close at the display, no sounds coming out of his mouth. The rest of the audience was similarly quiet, enraptured at this woman who had seemingly tamed and… what? Enslaved? The group of girls that had seemingly made it their mission to make everyone else’s lives hell.

One by one, Alice reached into a bag that Betty only now realized was there and snapped a collar shut around the necks of the kneeling girls. Heather was last, a single tear slowly making its way down her face. Betty felt sorry for her, for a moment, she couldn’t just let this happen, could she? Even if it was Heather… But her legs seemed made out of lead. This woman, this Amazon, this… Alice. She seemed to have everyone enthralled, with nothing more than her presence and a look. No one spoke, no one moved to save any of these girls from their fates.

♬It's down to me, oh yeah, the difference in the clothes she wears♬

A fate that was sealed moments later as Alice put the collar on Heather’s neck, fastening a leash to it. Heather slumped as the collar clicked shut. No escape, no hope left. Wasn’t her father rich? Betty thought. Surely he’ll do something about this. No need for me to… a door opened at the end of the hall, Betty’s eyes whipping over there. She wouldn’t have to act, someone else would do something about this… this horrible...

An older gentleman entered, unknown to Betty. “It’s time, Alice,” the newcomer said, imperiously.

“Yes, sir. Go on pets, join Mr. Brandt.” She looked at Chad. “It really is for the best, Cheddar,” she said, almost tenderly.

“I…” Chad seemed to have found his voice. “My name is…”

“No sweetheart, it isn’t. Chad is the name of an Alpha, not of a pet.” She took his head in her hand, gently and turned it downwards. “That, that is Chad. When you stood there in that locker room and turned around, leaving me, that’s when I understood. You’re not a real man ,Cheddar. You’re a pet. A cute, obedient puppy. She was holding the leash then; a cruel mistress. I won’t be, Cheddar. I promise. I’ll be good to you. You can go to college in Queen’s River, all expenses paid. All you have to do is be a good boy for me.”

Alice let him go and stepped back. “But you have to choose, Cheddar. It has to be your choice. What’s left for you here? Without Heather holding your leash, without her father paying for your education, what have you got? But with me… you’ll be a well taken care of puppy. Really, I promise.” Chad didn’t speak, hesitating before nodding. Alice smiled warmly. “Good boy, Cheddar,” she petted him, stroking his hair. “Now come on boy, let’s go.”

Without a further word, Alice swept down the stage, roughly pulling the leash she was holding and forcing Heather to follow. Chad only hesitated for a moment before following, not looking back. Alice stopped and looked back, staring Betty straight in the eyes. “Oh and Betty? My card is on the lectern. Give me a call.”

♬Down to me, the change has come, she’s under my thumb♬

And then she was gone, a stupefied Betty and almost a hundred people staring at the closing door before erupting into complete chaos of panic and celebration. Alice had indeed left a card laying there with her contact information. After three months of fantasizing and feverishly rubbing herself to orgasm while picturing Alice, Betty broke down and called the number. She transferred to Queen’s River university shortly thereafter.

Epilogue

♬It’s down to me, the difference in the clothes she wears♬

George Brandt was sitting at the Five Seasons closest to the prison Daniel Learson was being held in. Some background music was playing for the patrons. Learson was being brought in momentarily to discuss the new situation Brandt had put him in. While waiting he was looking at footage of Alice, her display at the dance, pictures of her new clothes. A shot of her smile after being named Alpha by the Alpha Council of Queen’s River, holding her new Alpha bracelet up high.

Brandt had had many daughters over the years, but they’d either been disappointments, not worthy of becoming Futas, or had settled in happily as toys for him to use or hand out. All were taken care of properly of course. He’d called it the “Alpha Burden”.

But Alice… now there was a prize. He’d known it the moment she showed him her eyes. There was fire there, ambition.

♬It’s down to me, oh that’s what I said, the way she talks when she’s spoken to♬

Brandt had sensed that beneath that wallflower exterior, there had been an Alpha waiting, like a butterfly from a cocoon. But her weakling parents had kept her soft; it had taken a true Alpha like himself to cut the cocoon open and set Alice free. As long as she let herself be guided, Brandt told himself, Alice would be an incredible asset. Already she’d taken over the department she’d only interned in for a couple of months.

‘Almost as good as me’ he smirked. ‘As long as she stays in line, she’ll rise to the very top.’

♬It’s down to me, the change has come, she’s under my thumb♬

“Enjoy your stay in prison, Learson? Free use laws are not to be trifled with.” Brandt smirked as Heather’s father sat down at his table.

“Fuck you. You really are a piece of work, aren’t you Brandt?” Daniel Learson fumed. “Where are my wife and daughter?”

“Oh they’re quite safe. And quite happy. But then you should know that. You’ve been getting the tapes, haven’t you?”

“You brainwashing piece of shit. If you think I’ll let you get away with this, you are sorely mistaken! The entire might of the Learson company will come down on you like…”

Brandt laughed. “The Learson company? I’m afraid Daniel that you’re quite mistaken. The board met last night, I’m afraid they voted in a new chairman.”

Daniel sat back for a moment. “Wh… you’re lying! You need a majority of the shareholder to do that and… oh god… Heather.”

“See Dani, I knew from the moment we first started this little game that you’d give your shares to your daughter. You are encumbered by debts and all sorts of little secrets that make you **** in any hostile take-over attempt. Leveraged up to your neck, as it were. Now, I would have let you stay in your position. In fact, I was quite impressed at your skill in deflecting my take-over attempt. I was all set to offer you Alpha citizenship in Queen’s River. We really do need that chip factory Dani. The Council was very empathic when they asked for my assistance.”

Brandt laughed. “Cavill even said please! I mean you don’t know him, yet, but I can count the amount of times that ancient gnarly fuck has said please to me on a single hand if I was missing half of my fingers.”

Brandt leaned back, in charge of the conversation now. “So there I was, drawing up the Alpha paper proposal. You’d have loved being an Alpha, Dani. All that power… and I know you lust after your daughter. I found the tickets to Salt Bay in your desk after all. Did you know she constantly fantasized about you as well? Oh what could have been.” Brandt's grin was nasty.

“But then you had to try to fuck me over. No matter who it is, I cannot abide that. Shorting our stock right before our take-over bid failed was a very good move. A move that cost me over a billion dollars. You know how big Brandt industries is in Queen’s River. You threatened thousands of jobs doing that. You jeopardized the wealth and well-being of my city.” Brandt snarled.

“And nobody, nobody threatens my city, my people! An example had to be set to the other vultures. My perfect little utopia, or at least it will be. My people are not to be fucked with. I am not to be fucked with. But you’ve learned now, haven’t you Dani? Or at least you think you have. Because we’re not done yet. You see, I know about the Tannhauser project. I know that you’ve put everything in there that you have; I know the loans you’ve taken out. And without authority at Learson, you cannot deliver. I also know personal bankruptcy won’t save you.”

And at this moment, Learson truly began to shiver. “Not when you owe money to Anton Dostevsky. Now personally, the Tannhauser project seems like a waste. I intend to advise the new chairman to scrap the project all together. That would cause quite a bit of problems for you, I think? Not to worry, Anton runs several obscure establishments that cater to a… diverse assortment of tastes not usually met in regular free use zones. After a visit to a black market feminization salon, you’ll work off that debt in oh… a hundred years or so?”

Brandt leaned forward. “Of course, the benevolent Alpha that I am, if it was my Beta on the block, I’d save him. But you aren’t, are you?” Brandt slid over a contract. “But you could be. Sign, Dani. I’m sure you’ll agree that no matter what, it’s a better option than Dostevsky. And who knows, after prison, you’ll probably enjoy what comes next.”

“Burn in hell, Brandt” Learson said, defeated, as he signed.

“Not for a very long time,” Brandt smiled as he signaled two of the bodyguards that had come with him to pick up Learson. Learson had slumped forward, defeated, letting himself be lifted up and taken away as Brandt finished his lunch. “Not for a very long time,” Brandt muttered to himself. “I’ll make sure of it.”

“And so, gentle viewers, we come to the end of our tale. For now at least, as Alice will continue to have adventures as she serves the interests of our fair city. Alice was true to her word, and took quite good care of Cheddar and her girls. Cheddar even got to keep his cock and on very special occasions even used it on Alice instead of the other way around.”

Jocasta undoes another button on her blouse, showing a deep amount of cleavage to the audience.

“Heather eventually learned to be content with her fate, happily mothering a string of beautiful children and raising them to be a lot better than she was. All’s well that ends well, in Queen’s River. I hope you’ve enjoyed our little tale. Until next time.”

Author’s note

I hope you all enjoyed reading the story as much as I enjoyed writing it. Funny thing, Alice was originally a throwaway character in Adam’s Alpha Mom story. One of our amazing editors, Crazydorian, remarked how he thought it was interesting, a shy Alpha. Over the course of several conversations Alice was fleshed out and her story appeared. A lot of credit and thanks goes to Crazydorian for inspiration and making my text fit for consumption. :)

So you never know what comment might inspire someone to come up with a new story. I’m not done with Queen’s River, or Alice for that matter, yet. So keep tuned and keep telling me if you enjoy stuff because I literally live off that. :)