Anne Finds Shauna Mid-Trance
Shauna had a dazed and thoughtless expression on her face as she rode her pillow, a dreamy little smile that didn't quite touch her glassy eyes and made her look like she'd somehow fallen asleep while remaining at least notionally awake. It made Anne more than a bit hesitant to try rousing her dormmate--didn't they say it was bad to wake a sleepwalker? Did that apply to… to sleep-humping, too? Anne's cheeks gradually reddened with the dawning realization that she'd just been standing there in the doorway for about a solid minute now, staring in stunned fascination at Shauna's grinding hips and pale, undulating belly. Jesus, she… she was really going to town there.
Anne's brain finally caught up with events enough to get her to close the door, and once it was just the two of them she let out a significant cough to see if it snapped Shauna out of her masturbatory fugue. She didn't really expect it to, not if opening the door didn't do anything to break the spell her dormmate was under--Shauna had stared directly at her this entire time, not because she was aware of Anne's presence but because the doorway happened to be in her line of sight, and she hadn't given the slightest hint of recognition. It was like she was hypnotized or something.
No, not even 'or something'--it was exactly like Shauna was hypnotized, and that knowledge settled into Anne's head with the weight of certainty as she watched the young woman's breasts heave and quake with the force of her rocking, grinding motion. What Anne didn't know about hypnosis would probably fill a library, but seeing Shauna's vacant little smile and blank, empty eyes was enough to fill in at least some of the missing pieces. Her purple-haired, punk rock riot grrl dormmate had gotten herself sucked into some kind of trance, and whoever did it had enough power to leave her mindlessly humping a pillow like a needy bitch in heat whenever they wanted. It was scary… or it would have been if it wasn't so hot, too.
Because goddamn did Shauna look sexy like this. It was obvious she was cumming--hell, from the way her pillow smelled it was obvious she'd been cumming for quite a while now--and she just had this dreamy, drowsy little smile on her face that suggested she was so far down inside her own mind that her wild, uninhibited thrashes of pleasure barely even rippled on the surface of her features. Anne didn't know how it all worked, she had no idea what kind of talented hypnotist could trigger Shauna so effortlessly and leave her so utterly helpless, but she knew that her dormmate was vulnerable and defenseless and infinitely pliable right now. And that was kind of making Anne a tiny bit wet.
Not that she really questioned her arousal, or her almost accidental decision to slip out of her clothing so she could touch herself while she watched Shauna ceaselessly grinding against a pillow that smelled like cunt even halfway across the room. Anne was too busy wondering who hypnotized Shauna and how they gained so much control over her mind. It had to be someone she knew, someone she trusted, someone who had access to her nearly twenty-four hours a day, and Anne considered and discarded a number of suspects before realizing there was only one person who could have done all that without Anne noticing. "It was me," she murmured, her voice already muzzy with sleep, and that was the trigger that dropped Anne into trance and let Mistress's secret recruiter out to program Shauna some more.
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A hot twist ending!
