Chronic Virgin

You’re lying across my lap, looking up at me with that expression I’ve come to recognize. The one that means you’re about to be annoying in a way I find incredibly attractive.

"What thing?"

"You know what thing." You tap your temple. "The brainwashing thing. Make me dumb again."

"I made you dumb three hours ago."

"And now I’m smart again and I hate it." You say this with genuine petulance, like intelligence is an inconvenience that’s been inflicted on you. "My thoughts are back. They’re loud. I don’t like them."

"Oh sweetie," Caryn cooed, watching Zelda's eyes slowly rotate inward to stare at the bridge of her own nose as the thick silicone cock slid home. "See what I mean about it happening easier every single time? You used to be so much better at thinking, but now all I have to do is push my big dick into your wet pussy and you get so stupid for me. Isn't that right, baby girl? Aren't you getting so dumb for Mistress now that you've got something nice and firm between your pretty pink pussy lips?" Zelda didn't answer, but her tongue began to loll out of her mouth in an expression of mindless vapidity and that was really its own kind of answer as far as Caryn was concerned.

So she just purred, "Of course you are, sweetie," and pushed Zelda's legs further apart with her hands so she could use the strap-on in long, deep strokes that filled Zelda's cunt again and again right up to the toy's molded silicone balls. "You're such a perfect brainless little slut now, you can't even think a single thought once my cock gets inside you. It just empties that silly head of yours and turns you into a perfect fucktoy for Mistress, and every time you get that much dumber that much faster. You don't even remember when you started letting the hypnosis win, do you?" Again the only response was that same cross-eyed stare and a trickle of drool down her cheek, but that was exactly what Caryn wanted. It was so much simpler programming her slave without any of that pesky mind in the way.

"And next time you're going to go blank and stupid for me even quicker," Caryn murmured, tiny huffs of exertion roughening her dulcet tones ever so slightly. "Even just seeing me wearing the harness, with that big fake cock jutting out, it starts to make your silly little brain all slow and stupid. You have so much trouble figuring out why you came over here, so much trouble understanding why you can't seem to stop yourself from taking your clothes off, and once I push that nice thick dick inside you it all just goes… poof!" She added a bit of extra force to the thrust as she spoke, and was gratified to hear Zelda give a mewling grunt of ecstasy. She was pretty sure the young woman spent her entire trance time cumming now, not that she could really get a lot of intelligent feedback on the topic.

There was no intelligence left in Zelda at all anymore, really, and when she finally emerged from her trance she'd have no memory of even submitting to hypnosis much less an ability to describe what happened to her. She had two states now, sweet and submissive co-ed who was eager to please the older neighbor she had a crush on and mindless ahegao fucktoy, and although Caryn enjoyed both of them she had to admit that nothing got her off more than putting on her strap-on harness and watching Zelda's mind coast to a stop. "You're my good little slut forever, aren't you, sweetie pie?" she asked, and she felt an electric rush of pleasure and power as she once again realized the only answer in Zelda's empty head right now was yes.

As they ‘Shh’ed you, your mind began to grow hazy, and foggy. They pressed a finger to your lips. “Shh, and drop, and drift.” Your eyes rolled up, and then closed, slipping into trance. “Let my voice encircle you. Flooding your mind. Flooding your body.”

You felt it, as they said it. Their words entering you. “You don’t need to think. You just need to listen, you just need to drop. That’s it… And with every word I say, feel yourself becoming more turned on. More aroused. More desperate.” As they carried on speaking, you let out a gasp.

The arousal was sudden, but undeniable. A want for more. To touch, to be touched. “The flame of your lust being stoked more, and more intensely. Awh, are you a desperate needy toy? You are, aren’t you?” They nodded your head for you, with a single finger beneath your chin.

The agreement just turned you on more. “And now… feel that arousal converging, between your legs. Feel my voice, dancing down there, each word a movement of bliss. Like your pleasure is being drawn out of you. It feels so good, doesn’t it, toy?” Your lips parted. A desperate cry.

“Yes, that’s it, moan for me.” They said, laughing again. “You sound so good like that. Get lost in the sensation of ever-increasing pleasure. You don’t need physical stimulation, when my voice can make you feel like this… Sink deeper.” Your mind was rolling with the sensations.

Every word they said felt like a pulse of pleasure, washing from your extremities to your core. “More turned on. Closer to the edge. Oh, that’s it. You want to cum, don’t you? Maybe I’ll let you. Maybe. It’s up to me. My voice has all the power here, doesn’t it?”

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"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.

"I--ffffucckk--Lyndsey, not… not you too…."

I--oh, oh, oh my god, I… umm… I, I don't know what you're--tuhhh! Talk, talking, talking about, uhm, Amber….

"Oh come on, don't fucking lie to me, I--I can see your pussy leaking through your leggings. You… you wear a Whisper too."

It's, I--n-no, no I don't, I just… ummm, I… o, only sluts w-wear those. I, I'm n-not, not--nnnnhhhh!

"You fucking liar. You have a Whisper in your cunt right now and it got…. unnnnhhhhh… it got hacked, just like mine did. S-someone's playing with your pussy right now and ohhh fuckkkk, it's so hard to think…."

I--okay, maybe. Once in a while. But I, unnnhh, I unnnh, I'm not d-dumb and hhhhhhorny, horny, um… um….

"We gotta take it out, Lyns. We gotta take it out before it, uhm, before it melts our brains to, to mush and we… and we…."

Yeah. No, yeah, you're right. Just reach in like I'm doing, just reach in and… ohhhhh. Ohhh fuck, feels so fucking good….

"Uh huh. Fuck… every time I start to pull it out I wanna push it right back in. It… this… this was a trap…."

Whuh? Oh. Uhm. Yeah. Right. W-wait, this… this connects to our phone, right? That's how it works, right? We should check the app and see who's… who's doing… this….

"Oh. Yes. There's… there's a message… waiting? Looks like a… a link…."

Wait, no, don't click it--ohhhh. oh yes. such a pretty spiral. we should… uhm… we should watch it for a while. just to see what it does.

"yes. good idea. good girl. we're… good… girls…."

yesssss….