Skarlette One's Erotic Flash Fiction

"Awwww, isn't that nice, Lily?" Gloria cooed, stroking the crouched submissive's long blonde hair while Lily licked her slick cunt. "She's being so good to you, eating your pussy like a good slut and getting nothing in return. I told you I'd reward the first girl to stop fighting and surrender to my power, and look at you, pretty pet. You get to be in the middle, pleasing me and getting a warm wet tongue up your coochie all at the same time, while poor pathetic Debbie has to kneel there and leak. This is why it pays to be the weakest one in the room, doesn't it?" Lily grunted in agreement, but she wasn't really listening anymore. Her mind was too empty to make sense of anything but pleasure. And both Gloria and Debbie knew it.

Debbie immediately understood that the words were truly meant for her, providing both the carrot and the stick to her slow, inevitable descent into lesbian submission. She was too weak to stop herself from following Gloria's commands, getting naked and surrendering to the threesome that developed seemingly out of nowhere, but she was stronger than brainless little Lily and Gloria was demonstrating to her just how undesirable that kind of strength truly was. While Lily was getting her pussy licked by Debbie's own tongue, Debbie was just kneeling there and feeling the desperate throb in her clit, and she couldn't help knowing that if she'd just given in a tiny bit faster she'd be the one getting eaten out like this. She was still vaguely aware of herself, even if the trance was too powerful to resist, but Gloria was using that muzzy, drowsy awareness against her.

"Submission's always going to be rewarded," the older woman purred, even as her breath began to come a little faster and her dulcet tones grew slightly hoarse with arousal. "You just keep on staying dumber and deeper and wetter and weaker than your little friend here, and you're always going to be the one who gets to cum for me. You're always going to be my favorite so long as you stay stupid and horny and malleable, Lily, and poor sweet Debbie's always going to be a needy bitch with a throbby clit until she learns how to catch up." Debbie actually felt Lily's cunt twitch against her licking tongue at that, and it made her yearn to erode her own resistance despite spotting the trap laid out for her.

She didn't get to cum at all that first day. The closest she got was when Gloria sat her down on the couch at the very end of their session, long after Lily's limp and insensate body wound up in a heap on the floor, and rested one hand unmoving on Debbie's messy vulva. "We're going to do this again tomorrow," the older woman said, her voice calm and cool and utterly matter-of-fact. "You're both going to forget any of this happened, you're going to return to me for another interview thinking it's the very first time, and I'm going to hypnotize you both again. And when I do, your deep self is going to remind you just how badly you need to cum for me, and just what you need to do to earn that orgasm. Even when you go home and masturbate tonight, you won't be able to get off because your unconscious mind knows you haven't surrendered enough. Isn't that right?"

Debbie nodded. She wished it wasn't such a pathetically eager nod, but the ache between her legs and the warmth of Gloria's hand against her skin was already breaking her strained and tortured mind. And what made it worse was that she knew Lily was down on the floor soaking up those exact same words in her stupefied state and fixing all her willpower on giving in even faster tomorrow.

Even with her glasses plucked away from her face, Betsy could still see her clit poking shyly from between her slick labia. It had always been something of a private embarrassment to her, the way it protruded just far enough to rub against her panties when she got horny so she wound up even more teased and wet and needy… but right now, with Janna's mouth so close Betsy could feel the other woman's warm breath against her skin when she said, "Does my good girl want me to lick her?" It was literally impossible for Betsy to stop staring. Her whole mind was focused on that solitary nub of sensitive flesh and what it would do to her when she agreed.

And she was going to agree. Betsy could feel the shape of the word like a stone in her mouth, solid and incontrovertible, and she knew that once she said it everything was going to change between her and the curvy brunette kneeling between her thighs. Whatever tatters of strength she had would simply dry up and blow away once she was moaning and gasping and wrapping her legs around Janna's head, and she'd be forced to admit this was no mere crush but an absolute obsession that left her helplessly mesmerized by Janna's face and her voice and her slyly seductive confidence. It was funny--someone casually glancing in their direction might see a statuesque blonde next to a short, rounded woman with dark hair and chubby cheeks and assume Betsy dominated whatever relationship they had, but she knew she was the lucky one here. Janna could have any lover she wanted.

What she wanted was Betsy, though, and that solitary whimpered, "yes," barely even came out as a word and not simply an animal cry of lust. Betsy followed it up with, "please," in the pause that followed, and Janna's cheeks dimpled in a knowing smile at the way even the slightest hesitation reduced Betsy to a begging, desperate mess of arousal. That, more than the long lascivious lick that went from the bottom of Betsy's labia all the way up to the protruding nub of her swollen clit, was what finally broke her. That smile said what they both already knew--Betsy was always going to need Janna a tiny bit more than Janna needed her, not enough to damage their relationship but enough to define who was the leader and who was the follower. Forever.

The words, "Good girl," delivered in a breathy sigh that made every inch of Betsy's skin tingle with arousal, were merely an acknowledgment of that universal truth--it wasn't that Janna didn't want to lick Betsy's pussy until the blonde was screaming and thrashing and tangling her hair into a messy bird's nest against her pillow. It was that Betsy would always crave it more than anything, her mind drawn down into a reverent trance of pure defenseless lust, and Janna could always extract more and more submission from her with the promise of all those climaxes to come. Already they were settling into a dynamic of Mistress and slave, owner and pet… and when Janna's lips pursed around Betsy's clit and gave it an experimental suck, Betsy discovered that it was a dynamic that felt as natural to her as breathing.

Jasmyn's fangs sank into Tanesha's shoulder, and her fingers sank into Tanesha's pussy, and it was honestly difficult to tell which felt better. Both carried with them the most exquisitely sexual pleasure, and both left Tanesha increasingly weak as she lost herself to the vampire's sensual domination. There was something coursing through her veins now, some kind of venom that Jasmyn injected in the first instants of her bite before she began to drain Tanesha's blood, and every heartbeat carried the euphoric drug along her veins and arteries until her mind grew sleepy with ecstasy. Tanesha felt certain she was going to die, but she couldn't think of anything more wonderful than expiring in the throes of orgasm like this.

But the seconds became minutes and the minutes stretched and distended under the sheer overwhelming weight of the pleasure she was experiencing, and although Tanesha's mind was too dull and drowsy to understand much she was distinctly aware that she wasn't dead yet. Jasmyn's mouth remained latched onto her shoulder, biting deep, and it was almost like Tanesha's blood was circulating all the way through the other woman's body to be passed back into her with something essential stolen and replaced. Tanesha didn't understand how it all worked, because understanding required thought and the only thing she could think about was the warm, wet throb of her own swollen clit, but she could sense it intuitively. Jasmyn was taking from her, but she wasn't drinking her dry.

The communion between them took on ever deeper and more profound levels of emotion as the bite went on, making Tanesha feel first love and then a kind of devotion she imagined holy men might feel for the gods they worshiped. Tanesha wanted this to go on forever, she wanted to live in the pulsing throb that drove her tainted blood to every cell of her body and filled them all with the kind of pleasure that made her mind ring like a gong with pure euphoric rapture, She didn't know whether this was all part of some transformation that would leave her a vampire like her lover, or if she was merely being turned into a helpless thrall who would willingly surrender anything and everything to the sacred bliss of obedience, and she didn't care. She didn't care about anything but cumming and that absolutely refused to stop.

It felt like hours before Jasmyn finally took her mouth away, leaving a pair of scars that somehow looked like they'd already healed months ago. Tanesha was grateful she wouldn't have to visit a hospital, because she had no idea what she would tell them--she felt drained, exhausted, weak as a kitten and utterly incapable of any kind of self-determination, and yet she felt sure that a comprehensive medical examination would show absolutely nothing wrong with her. Jasmyn's predations, whatever they were, didn't take anything recognized by science… and yet Tanesha felt the loss both keenly and intimately, and knew it would be weeks before she recovered. And more importantly, she could already tell that as soon as she regained whatever Jasmyn had taken, Tanesha would return to her lover and beg to have it stolen from her all over again.

"I think that's just about enough out of you," Miles growled, and just like that Caitlin found herself battered by a storm of orgasmic pleasure that came out of nowhere and refused to stop. Her angry words dried up in her throat, entirely forgotten in the face of so much ecstasy, and she was barely able to stagger backwards and collapse onto the couch before her legs gave out from under her. It was astonishing, impossible, and yet she didn't have any chance to process it because the climaxes just kept hitting--she wasn't exactly the most demonstrative when it came to cumming, not after growing up with four sisters in two bedrooms, but she was shaking and moaning and thrashing now.

It embarrassed her to see Miles openly chuckling at her sudden, downright debilitating plight. "Didn't your friend tell you about this part?" he asked, watching a wet spot blossom on the crotch of Caitlin's jeans in only a few seconds of overwhelming ecstasy. "She might have been too embarrassed, I guess. She's certainly blushing every time she asks me to do it to her again. But yeah, this is why sweet little Nellie keeps coming back to me even though I have so many other girls. Because I give her something nobody else can. You're going to come back to me too, once I break your brain with pleasure and make you crave this more than anything… and I think you'll be a lot nicer next time, won't you, Caitie?"

Any other time, Caitlin would have immediately and instinctively corrected the demeaning diminutive, but she was too busy flailing her uncoordinated limbs as the multiple climaxes shattered her concentration and left her with nothing more than the guttural grunts of a rutting animal to communicate with. Her eyes had already rolled back in her head until only the whites showed, and she couldn't even look at Miles in pleading desperation--she'd already gotten past satiation and on to some new plane of perpetual orgasm that was much too much too much for her feeble brain, and yet the pleasure refused to stop. Her jeans literally split at the knee from her throes of ecstasy and it still wouldn't stop. It wouldn't stop until Miles let it and Caitlin was too helpless even to beg for mercy.

"See, everybody's got nerves, babe," Miles purred, his heavy New York accent making even his most seductive speech sound faintly menacing. "You've got millions and millions of them on just a few square inches of skin down there. And what I can do is, I can make them all pop off at the same time, for as long as I want. It's like a super power, Caitiekins, and I could use it to make people hurt but I just keep finding that pleasure works so much better to get you to do what I want. You're going to remember this, honey, and it won't be long--maybe a week, maybe just a couple of days, depending on your willpower--before you come crawling back to me and ask me to give you another hit. Ain't that right?" Caitlin's only response was a squeal of overwhelmed euphoria. She couldn't even look at him.

He snickered. "Don't worry, though, we'll talk about all that later. Once you get the full-course meal, sweetie. This isn't stopping anytime soon, I promise." It sounded more like a threat, but Caitlin couldn't even make herself care about that--her synapses were too flooded with dopamine, oxytocin, endorphins, all the post-coital hormone rushes that made her blissed-out and happy and eager to trust dumping again and again until her brain turned to mush. But the one thing she could understand, as the minutes stretched on, was that Miles was absolutely right. She would beg for this again.

It was the mirror that made it downright mean. When Courtney woke up tied to a chair, her head still groggy with the residue of some kind of drugged stupor and her pale pink breasts forced to jutting attention by an elaborate rope harness that went over and under and around her tits, she probably would have been terrified no matter what. But being able to see herself in just her daisy-yellow panties, a massaging vibrator carefully positioned right up against her pussy… it brought home in stark, clear terms exactly how fucked her situation truly was. Even before she tried to yell, she could see the gag between her lips and she knew it wasn't going to work.

The mirror magnified every aspect of her erotic torture. When her captor began to buzz her pussy with the toy between her legs, Courtney could actually see her face go momentarily slack with ecstasy as the physical stimulation temporarily overwhelmed her panic and made her squirm in a manner that had nothing to do with trying to find a loose knot. When she heard him murmur, "Good girl, stop thinking," from somewhere behind her, she could see the glassy confusion in her own eyes that lasted for just a second before the vibrator stopped thrumming and allowed her to clear her fuzzy head again. And when he started the wand up again, Courtney had a front-row seat for the instinctive, Pavlovian response to pleasure that made her unthinkingly crave whatever she'd done to earn her reward.

She was forced to watch herself getting tamed--there was no other word for it--as the mystery man behind her repeated the same command, "Good girl, stop thinking," punctuating it every time with another dose of buzzing, thrumming pleasure and Courtney felt her mind slide into vacant indolence. Every time, it got easier to fixate on her own empty stare, on the brainless expression of lust on her face, and even though Courtney understood that she was falling into a feedback loop based on her own visual confirmation of her surrender it wasn't possible to escape it any more than it was possible to struggle out of her ropes. Closing her eyes just left her with that last lingering afterimage of her fluttering eyelids and dazed, dopey expression, and watching herself sink into stupefied bliss only taught her how to obey that much quicker. It was a perfect trap for her muzzy brain.

She didn't know how long she sat there, going through the cycle of buzz and pause and instruction and emptiness. Time was one of the first things that slipped away when she locked eyes with her own reflection, watching in embarrassed arousal as the woman in the mirror melted into a dumb horny slut for her captor. But she knew she was pleasing him when he walked up behind her and undid the gag, allowing her a license to scream that she somehow couldn't rouse herself from her stupor far enough to employ. And when he returned to his chair and repeated the instruction, his voice no less calm and patient and inexorably expectant than when they'd began, Courtney heard herself drone out, "I have stopped thinking," before she was once again rewarded with a burst of buzzing pleasure that left her gasping for breath.

Drafted from the Sidelines

I was sprawled across my beanbag chair, scrolling mindlessly through my phone while Ginger sat cross-legged on her bed, highlighting a textbook. The dorm room smelled of vanilla candle and the faint, stale scent of microwave popcorn from our late-night snack.

"Hey, Gin," Renee said, her voice a low purr from her desk chair. She was holding up a silver chain, from which dangled a multifaceted crystal that caught the lamplight, throwing tiny rainbows across the ceiling. "You still up for practicing? I really want to get the induction down before the midterm."

Ginger marked her page and set the book aside. "Yeah, sure. But Kait has to stay." She shot me a look. "No offense, Ren, but I'm not letting you mess with my head without a spotter."

I laughed, not looking up from my phone. "No problem. I'll make sure you don't start clucking like a chicken."

"Perfect," Renee purred, and I could hear the smile in her voice. "Just watch. You might learn something. Now, Ginger, look right here. Just focus on the crystal."

I glanced up, curious. Ginger was already leaning forward, her eyes fixed on the swinging pendant. Renee moved her wrist in a slow, steady arc, back and forth, back and forth. The light fractured through the crystal, creating a mesmerizing dance of colors.

"Just watch the crystal, Gin," Renee's voice was softer now, a smooth, melodic whisper. "See how it catches the light... see all the pretty colors... dancing just for you. With every swing of the crystal, you're going to feel yourself getting heavier... sinking down into that nice, comfortable bed... so heavy... so relaxed..."

I watched Ginger's posture soften, her shoulders slumping. Her breathing became slow and deep. I felt a strange sense of pride in Renee; she was actually good at this. My eyes drifted back to the swinging crystal. It really was pretty. The way it moved was so... rhythmic. So easy to follow.

"Your eyelids are getting so heavy, Gin," Renee continued. "So heavy to keep open. It's so much easier to just close them and sink. Sinking down so deep... so safe..."

Ginger's eyes fluttered and closed. Her head lolled slightly to the side.

My own eyes felt a bit gritty. I blinked, trying to focus. The crystal was still swinging. Back and forth. The colors were blurring together into a soft, shimmering haze. I realized my breathing had slowed to match Ginger's. A wave of lethargy washed over me, warm and thick like honey. I shook my head, trying to clear it. "Whoa," I muttered, my voice sounding distant to my own ears. "That's... that's actually pretty effective."

Renee's voice changed direction, no longer aimed at the bed but right at me. "It's okay, Kait. You don't have to fight it. You've been watching so carefully. You've seen how relaxed Ginger is. You can feel it too, can't you? That pull. That wonderful, heavy feeling."

I tried to look away, to pick up my phone, but my limbs felt like lead. The crystal was all I could see, its swinging motion filling my vision. "I... I should stay awake," I mumbled, the words slurring.

"But why?" Renee's voice was like velvet, wrapping around my mind, smothering my will. "It feels so good to just let go. It feels so right to sink, just like Ginger. You can sink just as deep as her. Deeper even. It's okay. I want you to. Let go for me, Kait. Sink."

My last conscious thought was a flicker of alarm, but it was snuffed out by a tidal wave of blissful surrender. The world dissolved into a warm, pulsing darkness, pierced only by the echo of Renee's voice.

"Perfect," her voice said, cutting through the fog. "You're both so beautiful like this. So receptive. Now, listen to my instructions. You feel an overwhelming warmth spreading through your bodies. A deep, pleasant ache that demands to be satisfied. Your clothes feel so constricting, so rough against your skin. You need to take them off. Now."

My hands moved with a will that wasn't mine. I felt my hoodie being pulled over my head, my jeans shimmied down my legs. The cool air of the dorm room kissed my bare skin, raising goosebumps. Beside me, I was vaguely aware of Ginger doing the same, her movements as fluid and mindless as my own.

"That's it," Renee's voice praised. "Now, touch yourselves. Show me how you make yourselves feel good. But don't finish. Not yet."

My fingers found my clit, already slick and swollen. A gasp escaped my lips as pleasure, sharp and immediate, jolted through me. I began to circle the sensitive nub, my hips rocking in time with the motion. From the corner of my eye, I saw Ginger, her hand buried between her thighs, her head thrown back in silent ecstasy.

"Good girls," Renee breathed. "Kait, look at Ginger. Look how beautiful she is. See the need in her eyes? Go to her. Pleasure her. Make her come for me."

My body obeyed instantly. I crawled onto Ginger's bed, my movements graceful and purposeful. I settled between her legs, leaning down to breathe in her scent. My tongue found her clit, and I lapped at her, tasting her sweetness. Her hands tangled in my hair, her moans filling the room. I was lost in a haze of sensation, my own need a burning fire, but my programming was clear: her pleasure first.

I felt her tense, her thighs quivering against my ears. I redoubled my efforts, sucking and flicking until she cried out, her body arching off the bed as her orgasm crashed through her.

"Now you," Renee commanded, fingering herself desperately at the display, but staying back and watching only. "Ginger, return the favor."

Ginger moved with the same mindless grace I had. Her fingers, then her mouth, found my core. The pleasure was exquisite, building and building until I shattered, a scream tearing from my throat as wave after wave of release washed over me.

We collapsed in a tangle of limbs, our bodies humming with satisfaction. Through the post-orgasmic haze, I heard Renee's voice one last time, ragged with her own impending climax. "When you wake up, you will remember nothing of this. You will only remember Ginger going under, and you staying awake to watch over her. Isn't that right?

"Yes, Renee," I said in a flat monotone.

Renee's whole body tensed at my obedience and I watched the orgasm rip through her. Silent but brutally powerful. Basking in her own power. I sat, staring blankly ahead as she caught her breath and rezipped her jeans.

"Oh," she sighed, licking her fingers clean. "Get dressed you two."

Once again, my hands went to work restoring myself to my previous state.

"Kait, wake up."

I blinked, my eyes slowly focusing. I was back on my beanbag chair, my phone in my lap. I watched as Renee spoke softly to Ginger, slowly bringing her back up to the waking world. She was sitting up on her bed, looking groggy and confused.

"Whoa," I said, shaking my head as if to clear it. "You okay, Gin? That was... intense."

Renee was putting her crystal necklace away, a satisfied smirk playing on her lips. "She went under deep. You were a great chaperone, Kait."

Ginger rubbed her eyes. "What happened? Did I say anything weird?"

"Nah," I said, standing up and stretching. A strange, pleasant ache lingered in my muscles, but I pushed it aside. "You just went really relaxed. Renee brought you out after a few minutes. Nothing really happened at all. It was pretty quick."

Ginger smiled, relieved. "Thanks, Kait. I trust you Renee, but it never hurts to have some insurance."

All three of us laughed, never noticing the wet patches in our panties or the taste on our tongues. And I told Renee that I'd be more than happy to chaperone any other practice sessions she wanted to have.

This is a sequel to two of my stories. One directly and the other indirectly.

SABRINA AND THE MISSING GIRLS

NO SAY IN THE MATTER

Sabrina waited patiently at the Starbuck's for Tracy. She had sounded very mysterious on the phone. All "I can't talk about it on the phone. We need to meet."

She looked up as Tracy sat down opposite her.

"OK Miss 'we need to meet'...we're meeting. What's so goddamn hush hush?"

"You still looking into that missing girl. Trudy Huntington?"

Sabrina blinked and her demeanor changed ever so slightly. "I guess, technically. Why are you asking?"

"You told me you were going to see a Dr. Brinkman."

"And I did. It was a total bust, a dead end," Sabrina said.

"Well I'm not so sure. We are looking into another missing persons case. A Melanie Baxter. Her husband reported her missing about a week ago. And guess what? She was a patient of Dr. Brinkman. That can't be a coincidence."

Sabrina sighed, "I don't know what to tell you Tracy. I've looked into him and there's nothing there."

Tracy sat back. "There has to be. Two missing women, both patients of the same psychiatrist? There has to be a connection."

Sabrina just looked at her friend. "I was mistaken. Trudy was never a patient of Dr. Brinkman. Her mother told me she had made an appointment but then cancelled."

"Are you sure? It's still a pretty big coincidence that his name should come up in two different missing persons cases."

Sabrina smiled. "I'll tell you what, why don't we both just go there tomorrow and ask a few questions. Fair enough?"

"Fine, I'll see you there. About 9 AM?"

"Sounds good. See you then"

Tracy got up and walked out.

As soon as Tracy left the coffee shop Sabrina pulled out her second cell phone. The one that even she didn't know she had...most of the time. She hit the lone contact name and put the phone to her ear.

"Dr. Brinkman please. It's Sabrina Louden"

A few moments later she heard her Master's voice. Just his voice sent waves of pleasure through her.

"Sabrina, why are you calling?"

"I have a friend, Tracy Conetti, she's a detective with the police. She called me to meet up. She's looking into a missing woman, Melanie Baxter. My friend mentioned you Master. She agreed with me to come to your office tomorrow."

"You have done very well Sabrina. You've been a very good girl."

Sabrina's eyes closed as the powerful orgasm came over her.

"Mmmmmmmmmm, uhhhhhhhh Thank you Master."

"When you come here tomorrow you will bring her to my office. Once there you will help me subdue her and hypnotize her. Do you understand?"

"Yes Master. I will do as you command. It is my purpose to obey."

"Very Good. As usual, when I hang up, you will put the phone away and forget that it is in your purse. You will then wake up and forget this entire conversation."

"I hear and I obey"

Sabrina put away the phone and then closed her eyes briefly. Her brain reset, erasing the entire conversation with Dr. Brinkman from her memory.

The next morning Sabrina and Tracy were in Dr. Brinkman’s waiting room. Tracy was mindlessly leafing though a magazine while Sabrina was intently looking at her phone.

The receptionist spoke. “Dr. Brinkman will see you now.”

They walked into his office. Tracy didn’t notice the strange look on Sabrina’s face.

"Dr. Brinkman," Tracy said flashing her badge. "I'm Detective Conetti with the police." She nodded her head to Sabrina. "This is Private Investigator Sabrina Louden. Can we ask you a couple of questions about some cases we are working on?"

Brinkman ignored Tracy and looked directly at Sabrina. "Sabrina, would you please grab the detective and hold her still for me?"

Sabrina wrapped her arms around her best friend. "Yes Master."

Tracy was so shocked for a second she didn't even react and then she tried to turn her head to look at Sabrina. "Bri? What the fuck are you doing?"

And then she felt a sting on her shoulder and turned back to the Doctor as he backed away holding a syringe.

"What the FUCK?"

But almost instantly she began to feel light headed. She tried to form thoughts but they just floated away before she could get out more than a couple of words.

"Sabrina what.....what....are...youuuuuuu....", and then darkness. She slumped into Sabrina's arms

Tracy opened her eyes and was immediately captivated by the crystal in front of her. Soft music played and a voice, so soft and full was talking to her.

"Welcome back detective. Just stare at the crystal. It's so captivating, so relaxing. The sparkling light reflecting off of it's facets is mesmerizing. It's just so easy to relax and just watch the crystal."

"easy..." Tracy repeated.

"You have done very well Sabrina."

Sabrina was seated in a corner of the office watching as Dr. Brinkman deepened Tracy's trance. She felt the pull of the crystal even as she watched her best friend succumb.

"Thank you Master. I exist to serve you."

Brinkman turned his attention back to Tracy. "You're doing very well Detective Conetti. Just keep staring at the crystal. Let it draw you deeper and deeper into this state of complete relaxation. Let all the stress and worries in your life just float away."

"Nooooooo," Tracy said, trying so hard to resist the pleasant feeling of warmth and relaxation washing over her.

“Shhhhh,” Brinkman said. “Everything is fine. Just watch the crystal and relax. Deeper and deeper. Every muscle so loose. Spread your legs Tracy.”

In her relaxed state the voice was compelling. It was so easy to just do as she was told. Her legs spread effortlessly. It felt so good to just obey.

“Sabrina, help me condition your friend. Come over here and lick her pussy. Let’s get her even more relaxed.”

Sabrina stood, walked over to Tracy and got down on her knees. She put her hands on Tracy's knees and gently spread her legs wider.

Tracy continued to stare at the crystal through half closed eyes. "Please Bri, don't do this." she said.

Sabrina leaned forward and started kissing her friend's inner thighs. Tracy took in a deep breath and held it for a couple of seconds and then released it, "ohhhhhhhhhhhhh"

Sabrina moved her mouth to Tracy's pussy. She still had on her panties but they were completely soaked at this point. She could hear her Master deepening Tracy's trance.

"That's right Tracy, it feels so good. Your friend, her mouth is making you feel good. Just surrender to the pleasure. Just give up your will to feel even more pleasure. “

Her mind was almost gone. The pleasure and relaxation she was feeling was overwhelming. “Surrender…give up…mmmmmmm..yesssss”

Her hips started moving, grinding her cunt against Sabrina’s relentless tongue. “Ohhhhhh fuuuuuck”

“All you have to do is is submit to me. Tell me that I’m your Master and you will have pleasure beyond imagination.”

Her last bit of resistance rose up…..and then crumbled as Sabrina gave another lick against her panties. “Yesss, yess. You are my Master. Ohhhh fuuuck. I submit to you you Master. Command me. All that I am belongs to you!”

“You may cum,” she heard her Master say.

When Sophie heard footsteps in the corridor, she panicked and hid behind the thick curtain, hoping desperately that her silhouette wouldn't be too obvious in the evening light. Amazingly, it seemed to have worked.

Her quarry entered, leading a beautiful young party guest by the hand. He sat the giggling girl in a chair and assured her that this - whatever it was - would only take a moment and that no one would notice they had gone. Then he turned on the TV.

Peeking out as much as she dared, Sophie watched in growing horror as the other woman's expression slowly went blank. On the screen, colours danced and swirled in time with the rhythmic, pulsing hum coming from the speakers.

This was how he was doing it, she realised. She had thought she was investigating a story of bribery or blackmail but that wasn't it. His power and influence came from brainwashing people. All he had to do was somehow get them to watch the pattern and... and...

Watch the pattern. Sophie struggled to keep her train of thought as her eyes were inexorably drawn back to the flickering, twisting mass of light. Watch the pattern. Hear the commands.

Once they watched the pattern... Watch the pattern... Once they did that, he could simply command them and... Hear the commands... They would... Obey. They would obey. Obey.

Watch the pattern. Hear the commands. Obey.

Sophie let out a breath she hadn't realised she was holding. The fear and anger drained from her face and she slumped against the window behind her, one eye locked on the pattern.

Watch the pattern. Hear the commands. Obey.

A few moments later, when her Master gently pulled back the curtain and instructed her to take a seat, she obeyed.

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It's that little smirk Geena gives that finally convinces Kari she's got no hope of resisting. She knows she's been just sitting there the entire time Geena seduced Zoe, watching with heavy-lidded eyes and limbs that didn't seem to want to move while Geena's sultry contralto tones melted Zoe into a vacant, whimpering slut, but… but somehow she didn't feel like she was a part of events until now. She tricked herself into believing she was just a passive observer, staring at the unfolding tableau of steamy lesbian sex, aware of Zoe's slow striptease and her backwards collapse onto the mattress but separated from it all by an invisible wall of lethargic indolence--but now Geena's looking at her with a confident grin on her face and Kari realizes she's intimately involved.

She doesn't yet know what the other woman will make her do--Geena's cunt looks pretty occupied from what Kari can see, straddling Zoe's head and grinding against her chin with absolutely no room for another human being--but she knows she won't be able to stop herself from obeying when it happens. She had a vague, drifting delusion that the hypnotic induction was meant for Zoe and Zoe alone, and it stopped her from interfering even as Geena's commands became more overtly sexual and Zoe fell ever deeper into thoughtless compliance, but the illusion popped like a soap bubble when Geena looked over at her with a proud, mischievous smile on her face and now all Kari can think of is how wet her pussy is. She'd be rubbing herself right now if she could lift her arms.

A tiny, dissociated part of her wonders how long Geena's been planning all this, if the entire weekend was arranged just to get the three of them alone in an isolated cabin with no distractions to keep them from being drawn into the gravity well of her hypnotic influence. It explains the internet outage, but it also raises further questions--did Geena befriend the two of them with an eye on the long game? Was she always planning to collect them like toys on a shelf, sap their will and crumble their resistance and turn them into lesbian sluts she could fuck whenever she wanted? Kari doesn't know, but she's surprised to discover that she genuinely hopes so. She's so horny now, and it sounds so enticing to be desired so completely and thoroughly like that.

But those might not be her thoughts anymore. Kari comes back from a warm, vacant reverie of lust to see Geena's lips moving, and realizes the words match her own confused and muddled notions precisely. She's not so much thinking as agreeing, letting everything Geena says become a part of her own mind until she doesn't even know where the join is anymore, and it feels so wonderful when her hand goes down between her legs in response to the other woman's commands and Kari can finally began to masturbate the way she suddenly always wanted to. Her eyes go sightless again, lost in her own imagination, but the only difference from reality is that it's her licking Geena's pussy instead of Zoe.

Kari has just enough awareness to realize that the taste on her lips isn't a fantasy after a certain point, and she refocuses her glassy eyes long enough to understand that she's kneeling on the floor with her head between Zoe's legs, but that knowledge doesn't help her resist her slide into hazy indolence and she soon forgets everything but pleasure. She's just Geena's good girl now, a sweet and slutty pussylicker, and the rest of her thoughts evaporate in a puff of lust as her thoughts fully and finally drop away.

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.