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"I… god, I can't believe we never did this before." There was a tone of quiet awe in Betsy's voice as she looked into Emma's eyes, as though their mutual masturbation wasn't just a sexual experience but a religious one, and she pressed her leg up against the other woman's thigh to emphasize every single place their bodies touched. Betsy hadn't quite worked up the nerve to touch Emma's pussy yet, the same way Emma hadn't quite succumbed to her programming to the point of actually caressing Betsy's furry cunt and soft, pale breasts, but they both knew it was only a matter of time.

Emma did give some thought to Betsy's words, though, looking reverently back into her roommate's warm brown eyes while her fingers teased her slick pink pussy lips and her mind slowly but surely suffused every last notion with vacant bliss. "I guess we weren't lesbians before," she finally said, the words sounding strange and surreal in her own ears even though she could feel the incontrovertible truth of them at the very core of her identity. It sounded so odd when she heard it out loud like that--one minute, she and Betsy were hanging around the apartment doing nothing, and the next their phones were giving out this weird high-pitched squeal like the sound of a modem and suddenly all these new ideas were unpacking themselves inside their brains.

And the first thought--really the only thought for a little while, although Emma was just now beginning to feel smaller, subsidiary notions forming around the edges of it--was that women and women's bodies turned her on. She recalled looking at Betsy and feeling a lust so potent and profound she simply didn't care about anything but satisfying it, and she literally could not get her leggings and panties off fast enough to give her fumbling fingers access to her bewilderingly hungry cunt. Betsy was stripping down at the same exact time, and seeing her masturbate exacerbated Emma's desire to a degree that was almost painful. She had the sense that if she resisted, it would have been, but Emma was caught so completely off guard by her sudden conversion to lesbianism that she didn't so much as try to struggle.

That first climax had released a little bit of the urgency in their brains, giving them just enough agency to be able to stumble into Betsy's bedroom and lie back on her soft, comfy, king-sized bed… but that and getting out Betsy's trusty vibrator had been about the extent of their ability to resist the urge to cum themselves into a reverie of sapphic ecstasy. Emma used her fingers, Betsy used her toy, and for a while the only words in the room were gasps and mumbles of, "Oh fuck," "Oh god you're so pretty," "Oh fuck I--ohhh…." It was literally rewiring their brains to see each other like this, and Emma passively accepted every last bit of it.

She knew the programming had finally finished unpacking itself when she reached out with her free hand and gently pushed the toy aside to sink two fingers into Betsy's feverishly warm pussy, and something inside her welcomed the completion of her conversion--that brief burst of noise had contained a ton of compressed information, everything she needed to know to understand how to please another woman and more importantly why, and Emma's brain was only now catching up to the last little details of it. But she could tell from the desperate little squeak her roommate made that she was following her training well… and when Betsy began to caress Emma's cunt in turn, she knew they weren't going to be able to get out of bed for the rest of the day.

"Huh? Oh, uh, yeah, p-pillows are nice…." The last word devolved into a slurred and sleepy hiss as Natalie returned her attention to the spiral, barely even noticing anymore that her hips were relentlessly grinding against Zoe's other pillow--or that there was nothing but a pair of thin black panties between her and the comforting cushion, for that matter. She was too fascinated by the perfect hypnotic spiral Zoe had created for her, conjuring it into existence with nothing but words and Natalie's own imagination, and the best thing about it was that it existed inside her mind so she could still see it with her eyes tight shut. A dreamy smile suffused her flushed features, and she found herself wondering how much deeper she could sink with such a perfectly mesmerizing image to guide her.

She vaguely heard a voice mumble, "uh huh, just so good to be a slut," but the words didn't really seem to connect to anything. Natalie had long ago stopped consciously listening to anything Zoe was saying, letting it flow past her distracted brain and all the way down to the very deepest levels of her identity while she stared at the spiral behind her eyes and let it carry her along into peace and pleasure, but it wasn't Zoe's voice speaking in a sleepy monotone while Natalie humped the other woman's pillow and rubbed her stiff pink nipples against the fabric of Zoe's bedspread. It sounded more like Natalie herself, but of course that was impossible because speaking required thinking and Natalie wasn't really thinking at all anymore.

"y-yes, a lesbian slut," she heard herself whimper, and gradually something like understanding came to her--Natalie was too deep in the spiral to think, but that didn't matter when she had Zoe to give her newer, better thoughts to fill her empty head while she humped Zoe's pillow like a bitch in heat. She could just repeat those thoughts back to Zoe, making them hers through the act of mindless recitation, and then she could enjoy the pleasure of being blank and going deeper while still carrying on the conversation with her study partner that she'd accidentally let drop in her fascination with her own bespoke hypno-spiral. It all made such perfect sense that Natalie couldn't help cumming when she finally understood it all, but the best part of being this deep and horny was that there was always another climax on the way.

"yuhhh… your lesbian slut, yesssss…." It was getting difficult to speak, what with the constant orgasms and the mind-blanking spiral and Natalie's helpless descent into mush-brained obedience, but Natalie tried her best to repeat the words and thoughts she was given. She wanted to show Zoe she understood, to demonstrate that every single word and phrase that was being filtered through her captivated subconscious was becoming inextricably linked to her very identity, because it just felt better and better to become more and more brainwashed and Natalie just knew she was grinding a wet spot into the other woman's pillow with her arousal over being so thoroughly conditioned like this. The soft, comfy cushion was going to smell like cunt for days… and Natalie's sleepy smile widened at the notion of resting her head on it that night and getting breath after breath of her own pussy wafted into her lungs while she slept next to her new owner.

"Come on in, girls," Ximena murmured, her low coaxing tones beckoning Luna and Isabel into the apartment. "Come in and talk to Tia Ximena, I can see you've got a lot on your mind." That was about as true as the older woman's title of aunt to her two neighbors--both women had glazed and vacant stares, and their faces only became more and more devoid of expression as they closed the door behind them and settled into mesmerized contemplation of the naked lady on the couch--but they nodded nonetheless. They'd grown accustomed over the last few months to bringing their problems to the wise, comforting authority figure who lived just down the hall from them, and neither Isabel nor Luna had ever noticed their trust slipping gradually into dependency.

Ximena spread her legs, revealing a tawny cunt with glistening moisture clinging to her light brown labia, and purred out, "Why don't you come and tell me all about it, Luna." The raven-haired younger woman nodded blankly, even though she didn't have a single notion of what had drawn her to Ximena's apartment in the first place--it had simply become habit by now to visit her neighbor as soon as Isabel got home from work, the two of them following instincts they didn't even realize Ximena had programmed into them, and although they had vague and euphoric memories of unburdening themselves to the wiser and older woman, they couldn't recall any specific details. And when Luna knelt between Ximena's thighs and opened her mouth, the only thing her tongue wanted to do was lick.

Isabel watched the whole spectacle with voyeuristic reverence, her hands moving on their own to shrug off her skirt and panties, but Ximena had something to occupy her as well. She hefted one heavy breast in her hand, cooing, "You'll feel so much better with something to suck on, sweetie," and Isabel's feet stirred themselves into motion like she was walking underwater. It hadn't taken Ximena long to discover Isabel's oral fixation--both women had babbled out all their dirty little secrets while in trance for the talented hypnotist, and Ximena had used them to ratchet her control over their minds ever more tightly with each passing day--and the moment Isabel's lips latched around Ximena's nipple her brain plummeted into a deep and thoughtless state of obedience. She simply couldn't resist her own intimately tailored temptation, and Ximena knew it.

"That's my good girls," she purred, her voice growing husky with arousal as her cunt slickened under Luna's ministrations. "Don't you feel so much better now?" They obviously did; by this point Luna was humping the air while she licked, and Isabel was letting out tiny grunts of ecstasy under her breath while she squeezed her thighs together in a kind of dreamlike masturbation. Later, once the immediate urgency of her lust was sated, Ximena would bring her two pets together to make love while she deepened their conditioning, but she always found they were a little more receptive to brainwashing when they had a chance to get themselves worked up and she needed a bit of post-nut clarity to help her determine how best to control them. This wasn't just a way to get her rocks off with two hypnotized sluts, it was part of her longer strategy.

Which was, admittedly, all geared toward the goal of getting her rocks off with two hypnotized sluts, but Ximena was happy to acknowledge that. She would train them, condition them, implant their brains with triggers and suggestions that would make them her obedient pets for as long as they lived here… and when they moved on, as they inevitably would, there was always another pair of young women to come along and learn how to trust the wisdom of age.

Bryan thought he was a perfectly normal young man doing perfectly normal things right up until he rounded the corner and saw Dale standing near one of the hot springs wearing a swimming suit virtually identical to his. The moment he noticed the suntanned stranger--or, to be more scrupulously accurate, the moment he noticed that they were alone together out here with no one to see what they were doing--Bryan's eyes fixated on the bulge in the tight black briefs and he found himself walking over to the other man in a shambling daze. "I like your funky fresh outfit," he heard himself say, his voice a toneless murmur, not knowing where the words came from but inexplicably certain there was a correct response to them and he was just waiting to hear it.

It turned out Dale knew exactly what it was. "Thanks," he droned out, sounding just as drained and drowsy as Bryan had only moments ago. "I got it to show off my penis." The moment the bizarre, otherworldly call-and-response was finished, both men reached down the front of each other's swimsuits and pulled out one another's stiffening cocks--Bryan was astonished to find himself encircling another man's shaft with his fingers, a behavior he felt sure he wouldn't and hadn't ever engaged in before, but there was something dulled and muted about his own emotional responses. It was as if his mind was wrapped in layer upon layer of thick gauze, and he was floating somewhere outside it listening to his muffled thoughts and feelings rather than experiencing them himself.

But the pleasure he was feeling, that came through loud and clear. Dale turned out to be an absolute expert at jacking off other men, and within moments Bryan's cock was drooling precum and he found himself panting for breath and straining to hold back a climax. The expression on Dale's own face, a kind of slack-jawed ecstasy that left his eyes crossed and his tongue lolling out of his open mouth, suggested that Bryan himself was better at giving handjobs than he'd ever suspected, and soon he was so lost in arousal and euphoria that he barely even registered his own voice saying, "Dale, this pleasure reinforces your surrender." He didn't even know he knew this man, but Bryan was sure he'd called him by exactly the right name.

Dale's response was much the same, and delivered in the same slurred and sleepy tone. "Bryan, this pleasure reinforces your surrender," he growled, his voice hoarse from the effort of holding back so much excitement, but the moment the second call-and-response was completed Bryan knew he didn't have to hold back anything anymore. He let his cock release all its stored arousal, spurting gush after gush of pearly jizz all over Dale's belly until he'd made a total mess of the other man's body, and the warm splatters against his own stomach told him that Dale was doing much the same thing with him. He didn't know why it was so important to cum on command like an obedient toy, but he was proud that he could follow his instructions so perfectly.

They cleaned each other off with their tongues, slurping away every last drop of semen before settling into the hot springs to relax, and Bryan found himself reciting and repeating all sorts of additional mantras while he looked into Dale's deep brown eyes and sank deeper. Their Master didn't show up, not this time, but Bryan could feel his mind settling into the familiar groove of absent forgetfulness and he knew he would have plenty more chances to submit to him again. Him, Dale… and all the other young men Bryan met out here with funky fresh swimsuits they bought to show off their penises.