Even though Carlie was now alone in her dorm room, she was rarely lonely.

She found herself dating more than ever before, and on those occasions when she wasn't dating much, Edgar would occasionally come by to keep her company, to keep her warm, to keep her satisfied. Her studies were going well and she was developing a close friendship with Kelly from Canada. They often double dated, most recently with a Russian politician. He liked watching chicks fuck (as he tastefully explained), and Carlie and Kelly did not disapoint. Carlie was growing to like the girl-on-girl, and would sometimes play with Kelly even if they weren't on a date.

One day, Carlie finished watching a video, and felt the urge to visit Edgar. She snuck down to his studio and knocked on the door. He opened it up and she stepped inside.

For a man who was so unkempt in his personal habits, his workspace was tidy, organized and immaculate. A sophisticated editing suite dominated the room, but there was also a computer, a DVD duplicater/labeller, a TV with a DVD player, and shelves of Fairfield DVD's, mailing supplies, and more. But of course the most important feature of the room was the large couch, and Carlie and Edgar gave it quite a workout, with the grunting, huffing, sweating Edgar pounding Carlie's pussy, his belly flopping all over the place. Carlie was one lucky girl!

Carlie knew that Edgar wasn't allowed to entertain students in his editing suite (although the dorm rooms were no problem), so they kept these times as quiet as they could...but usually that wasn't very quiet, Carlie was sure her screams of pleasure could be heard through the soundproofing and all through the college!

When he was done, Edgar rolled over breathing heavily. He said, "I have to step out for a minute, wait here, don't touch anything." he pulled on some clothes (not necessary, all the students had seen him naked). Carlie assumed he was going to the men's room across the hall.

The editing suite was soundproofed, but Carlie still heard the scream. She opened the door a crack and saw Edgar lying on the floor! Students were running to him, and one (a former lifeguard who could put the Baywatch girls to shame) began CPR.

Carlie panicked, and shut the door, locking the latch. If she was caught, she worried there might be trouble for her.

She hoped Edgar (and his magnificent cock) would be alright. Carlie also worried for Edgar's sweet, perfect, wife.

When troubled, Carlie always sat at her computer. Afterwards she never failed to feel better, and often went on to some exciting times later that day.

Even though it wasn't her computer, Carlie sat down at the desk.

There was a window open: Instructions.

Instructions Date: April 13th Student: Kelly Lighfoot Dress: Nurses uniform Underwear: White stockings, no panties or bra Special acts: She is to play at being a nurse, and giving the subject a thourough examination, and upon seeing his penis, will proceed to seduce him. Note: he does not like kissing, be sure she only kisses his penis. All sex acts are permitted. Client: Col. Igor Pulchek/ Russian Army (possible Russian mafia connections). See attached file for photo's for psyche imprinting. Client instructions: The usual, file 337. No need for personalization. Fee: $25,000, already paid, plus special consideration for new Russian Fairfield students (see client file LHY331) Special instructions: Client may get rough. Be sure to imprint a love for rough foreplay in student.

Carlie read it three times, barely understanding.

All columns were searchable. Carlie entered her own name under "Student" and the most recent file came up first.

About a week ago Carlie had a date with the very dashing CEO of a major finance company. The man was very charming (he even complemented her on her breasts, and spoke endearingly of how she must love to make love - his exact words were "You must fuck like a little minx!", which Carlie thought was sweet). At his hotel room they had a slow comfortable screw.

Carlie read the file.

Instructions Date: April 4th Student: Carlie Zand Dress: Evening gown Underwear: No stockings, sexy red underwear Special acts: All sex acts are permitted. Client: Colin Williams III, CEO of Manhatten Mortgages. See attached file for photo's for psyche imprinting. Client instructions: DVD #144, personalized for his company, see attached client file LGG4552. Let's keep this one! Fee: $100,000, already paid as a grant to Fairfield Special instructions: Client is elderly. Have Carlie be gentle with him. She should feel charmed by him, no matter how rude he gets (he loves saying sleazy things, and having the girls respond by thinking he's being sweet).

Her mind kept shying away from a possibility. The thought would pop up and then disappear. If she tried to remember it, she would lose track. But somehow a deeper part of her sensed that happening, and she knew that there was something seriously wrong with her thought processes, that her own mind was suppressing what might be a dangerous idea. Troubled, she stood up and went to the shelving unit, looking at the DVD's.

She saw one in a sealed case, simply labelled, "EMERGENCY USE ONLY: CLEAR ALL INSTRUCTIONS"

Carlie slipped it into the TV and watched it. As odd shapes flitted across the screen and odd sounds reached her ears, she felt herself changing into someone else...someone less sure of herself...someone...the person she was before watching that first video at the College Fair during her last year of High School.

She almost screamed in disgust.

What had they done to her?

She remembered all the men she had slept with, a bunch of wrinkly, old, lecherous bastards...My God, she still had that fat slob Edgars' cum dripping from her legs! She saw her clothes on the floor...she used to dress like that in public!

As a man who has just eaten can remember what it's like to be hungry, she remembered how she felt on her dates. She remembered how horny she was to be with creepy old men she would never normally go near. She remembered sharing her experiences with fellow students as they shared theirs. It seemed like such great fun at the time, such interesting conversations about fucking these dinosaurs.

The dicks she had begged to penetrate her...and she had been saving herself for marriage!

They had ruined her life. They would pay.

Carlie's old self had a reputation for coldness. Well, as that guy in that spaceship movie once said, 'Revenge is a dish best served cold'. Carlie first wanted to find out more.

Carlie spent the next few hours going through the files in the computer. She read every thought, every belief, every desire, every whim, everything they had put in her head in the last three years. She was mildly surprised to see that there was little about lesbian sex...her times with Jessica and Kelly from Canada must have been...well...her own desires.

She had never considered herself a lesbian before, but discovering something of herself leaking through the programming somehow comforted her.

She read as much as she could. It seemed the college was making a killing, pimping the girls to the rich and powerful.

As she read, Carlie's rage dissolved into something even more fierce and cunning.

Carlie called Jessica, and asked her to make certain arrangements. Jessica would have questioned the request if Carlie hadn't used the code word she had discovered that instilled absolute obedience. A few minutes later Jessica called to tell her that it was on it's way over, and gave instructions on retrieving it.

Carlie was still naked, but did not want to wear the clothes she came down in, they were too sleazy. Instead, she found one of Edgars sweatshirts, which fit her like a tent, but covered her up down to the knees. She did put on the strappy shoes and went to the entrance.

She passed a dozen brainwashed bimboes, wandering around in miniskirts, nighties, bustiers, and bikini underwear. They gave Carlie odd looks for her strange (that is modest) attire, but one look at Carlies face told them not to talk to her. And Carlie would not have anything to say to them until their brains were clear of the crap Edgar had poured inside.

She stepped outside as a car pulled up, as she had done many times in the past, but this time she went to the drivers window. An italian rolled down the window and said, "Complements of Mr. Sarducci," while handing her a paper lunch bag. Inside was what looked like a powerful handgun.

Carlie's favourite thought was how she would shoot Headmaster Jasper in the crotch, the same one he used to steal her virginity.

Carlie returned to the Editing Suite, and loaded the "CLEAR ALL INSTRUCTIONS" video into the computer. She had learned enough about the computer system to send the video to all the computers in the school. But she had not gotten very far when the door opened and in stepped Jasper.

He was even more repulsive looking than she remembered. How could she have once told him that she loved him!?

"Cassie, what are you doing here? Go to your room, with Edgar in the hospital, I have a lot to do here."

"The name is Carlie, and I'm not going anywhere."

"We'll fuck later, I promise you. But I have to work now."

Carlie pulled the gun from the paper bag, and pointed it below his belly. "Fucking asshole, you ain't never going to fuck anyone else ever again!"

Jasper had an 'Oh Shit' look on his face. "Carlie, listen closely, codeword Zemeckstra." He looked for changes in her expression. There were none.

"Before I kill you, asshole, you are going to tell me how this stuff works."

"Okay, the program on the editing suite is quite simple to operate, it translates what we type in into shapes that reprogram your psyche. What are you doing?"

"I'm about to send an e-mail to all the girls, I found this nifty disc they might like to watch..."

The look of terror on his face was priceless. But his next words surprised her. "Carlie, how do you feel?"

"Thanks to you, you son of a bitch, I feel like a piece of used toilette paper. I was saving myself for marriage, you asshole, FOR MARRIAGE!"

"How do you think the girls would feel after watching that."

"Maybe even worse than me, but they have to know the truth!"

"Even Jessica, married to that gangster?" Jessica was so happy right now, she would feel so bad if her programming was erased. Maybe even kill herself - God knows she had access to guns.

"And what about your parents?" They had dressed her in slutty clothes, then sent her off to become a whore. If they realized what they had done...oh God...she needed to think about this.

Her original vision was that the students would discover what was going on and riot. But as she thought about it she wondered what would truly happen...how many of them would despair or even kill themselves if they found out that they were cheap hookers. Expensive but cheap.

She would reconsider her plan. Maybe she could slowly reprogram them into normality...

But she still wanted Jasper to feel her pain, to suffer, to understand.

"You turned us into whores, you bastard, and made millions off us! You lured us from our homes and turned us into hookers, you ain't nothing but a pimp!"

Jasper laughed. "That's what you think is going on here? You girls are just the bait!"

"Bait?"

"Look, Carlie, those DVD's you drop off with the men you visit, well, have you noticed that the crime rate is down in this city? It's because of us! You noticed that there has been less violence in the Middle East lately, well you had a small hand in that, or don't you remember the Ambassador? We are controlling business, politics, criminals, you name it, we are making the world a better place!"

"You expect me to believe that? Why would you do it?"

"I have been programmed too. When Dr. Emil Earmark discovered this techinique he made sure that after he passed, I would further his objectives."

"But you raped me!"

"It wasn't rape as I remember..." Jasper started, but lost his smile when Carlie squinted and raised the gun up. "He could have programmed me to be celibate. Hell, he could program the Pope into converting to Satanism, or Richard Dawkins into becoming a Hindu. But too virtuous a life drives us insane."

"And too sleazy a life?"

"No worries there. But don't you see, I am compelled to improve the world, using you girls as a small sacrifice, one that will save the lives of millions and improve the lives of billions. Watch this..."

Carlie shouted "No!" and covered her eyes, as Jasper turned on the TV, but he only switched it to a news channel.

A congressman was announcing some new measures to help education. "Wasn't he one of yours?" asked Jasper. Carlie remembered the congressman loved to be spanked.

The next story was about how China was easing restrictions on citizens. "I believe the Premier spent some time with that girl from Canada, what's her name..."

"Kelly."

"No, that's not it. But anyways he belongs to us now, and a billion Chinese are tasting freedom for the first time."

In positive story after story Jasper explained the role of a Fairfield girl. During the negative stories, he looked visibly saddened. The economy was especially rough, some banks were going out of business, and Jasper admitted that this was his fault, stemming from how he compelled them to give loans to the poor.

"What's to stop you from becoming corrupt? You know, from all that power over everyone?"

"My programming. As long as I get the occasional piece of tail from the student body, I'm incorruptable."

Carlie thought for a moment. "Not good enough. You need another balance."

"What do you mean?"

"You need me."

"Like hell, you're just a..."

"Just a girl. A girl who let herself get brainwashed by you. But I've got two choices here: stop you from saving the world...or make sure you don't screw it up."

"And the girls?"

"It's too late for them, you made sure of that. But if you are using them to save the world...well, it's a small sacrifice."

"Damn, you're cold."

"I was cold. Your fucking brainwashing changed that. Now I hate what I was and I hate what I am. I might as well see if this sleazy plot of yours can actually work, I've got nothing else to live for."