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"Look, it's very simple," Monica sighed, even though Taylor honestly didn't think it was simple at all and it took pretty much every last scrap of concentration in her befuddled brain to keep her mind on the conversation. "You let Pandi and Mandi here suck on your tits for just five minutes, and if you don't cum just from nipple stimulation then we can agree that you're not a weak-minded, horny slut with boobs for brains. But if they do make you cum, then you have to admit that the reason you can't fight my hypnosis is because you're too stupid and slutty to resist and you have to drop into my power forever. Sound fair?" The room filled with a pregnant hush as Taylor tried to think it over.

That took a lot more effort than it should, because Taylor was topless and her nipples were tingling and she couldn't stop noticing the way the two glassy-eyed brunettes kept staring at her chest with undisguised avarice written all over their faces. But Taylor was determined to really, genuinely consider the older woman's offer. It felt like a trap, and a tiny, helpless part of Taylor's brain kept yelling that it felt like a trap because it was a trap and she needed to say no or she'd wind up a slave just like Mandi and Pandi. But if she won, if she was able to exercise just five minutes of self-control, then she'd be able to escape Monica's hold on her forever. And if she refused she'd be stuck in the same place she was know, getting a little bit weaker every day until eventually she just slipped into Monica's unbreakable control.

So she said, "Yes," and she realized it was a mistake as soon as Pandi and Mandi latched onto her puffy pink nipples--Taylor had always had such big, sensitive titties, and months of Monica's hypnotic conditioning had only made them even more susceptible to exactly this kind of stimulation, and it was all Taylor could to to raise her hands up above her head to stop herself from tangling her fingers into the other women's hair and mooshing their faces into her heavy breasts. She pursed her lips in furious concentration, struggling hard not to let on just how quickly they were getting to her, and any thoughts of trying to conceal her orgasm immediately flew out of her head as she realized she was going to scream in ecstasy when she came. If she came.

Taylor's head lolled backwards on her shoulders and her eyes rolled up until only the whites showed, which meant she only got the briefest glimpse of her hands clenching and unclenching as she tried to fight the inexorable pleasure swamping her weary mind. "I guess those big tits are stronger than you are, huh?" Monica asked, and even though Taylor knew it was another suggestion disguised as a question she couldn't help letting it in. If she came then her tits were stronger than she was. If she came it was because she was too weak to resist it. If she came it was because her sensitive breasts made her a dumb horny slut and she'd always be vulnerable to Monica's control every time her Mistress decided to give her boobs a possessive grope.

Taylor wished she could say that wasn't what pushed her over the edge into a wild, screaming orgasm that nonetheless left her cunt achingly desperate for more. She wished she could pretend that it was just Mandi and Pandi's relentless stimulation, the way they sucked her nipples until the pleasure finally overwhelmed her. But Taylor already knew the truth--deep down, she wanted to be Monica's titslut. All her protests were just a pretense to salvage her pride. And it was such a relief when that pretense finally collapsed into white-hot bliss as she came.

"There we go, sweetie, just keep pushing it all in. You can feel it going deeper, can't you?"

…deeper, I… yes, deeper….

"That's right, that big toy just pushes Master's cum deeper into my pretty girl's pussy, gets it all the way up inside her to help make sure she gets nice and pregnant for me. You want to be pregnant, don't you, honey?"

I--I--

"Ah ah ah, that's you trying to think again, isn't it? Master doesn't ask you questions because he wants to know what you think, baby girl. He asks you questions because he wants you to answer yes like a good slut and adjust your brain to the truth he's giving you. And it's true that you want Master to knock you up and put a baby in your belly. Isn't it?"

…yes Master. I want you to knock me up and put a baby in my--nnnnnh! In my belly.

"That's a good girl. It felt so good to say that, didn't it? It feels so good to fuck yourself stupid and repeat Master's thoughts."

F-feels so… so good to r-repeat Master's thoughts and, and fuck myself s-s-stupid….

"That's right. And when you cum, when you get so turned on by being brainwashed that you can't fight it and you just have to cum for me, you know that pulls Master's jizz even deeper into your pretty pussy, don't you, sweetie? Your body wants to get pregnant and cumming contracts your muscles to bring everything up and in and closer to your needy womb. You're doing exactly what Master wants and it feels so good."

Suhhhh… suh, so, so good….

"That's my dumb girl. That's my horny little breeder bitch. Your silly, fuzzy brain is turning off now and your cunt is taking over, and your cunt wants another load of Master's cum. Just relax, sweetie, think of how pretty you'll look with a big swollen belly, and let Master fuck a baby into you."

Y-yes, Master.

"Good girl."

"Ooh, look at her, Daddy!" Tabitha tittered from the floor, with a tone of unhinged glee in her voice that Maddy had never heard from her before. "Looky look look look! Oh my god, she's totally losing it, you're, like, really fucking her brains out!" Maddy wanted to glance up at the mirror and see what her friend… well, supposed friend, former friend, whatever term you used for someone you thought was your friend before they tricked you into becoming their fellow mesmerized sex slave… was talking about. But her head felt too heavy to lift and her brain felt too sluggish to absorb the information anyway, and it was with the greatest of embarrassment that she realized she wasn't struggling. The man behind her was simply holding her in a tight grip so she didn't fall over.

She let out a helpless, desperate wail, hoping against hope that it would at least touch one of the two women who was watching her subjugation at the hands of a total stranger… but Tabitha just sat there on the floor, lightly teasing her pussy and giggling with excitement like a child who just got their first sip of caffeinated soda, while Anne sat there on the couch with a look of studious interest on her face and three fingers jammed deep into her messy snatch. Nobody was coming to help Maddy now, and that long, thick cock kept jackhammering away inside her with a relentless rhythm that seemed to break all her thoughts into so much rubble. Maddy's head sagged forward a little further, and her only consolation was that her hair hung down in a curtain that hid her rolling eyes and slack, drooling mouth.

But she couldn't block out Tabitha's teasing voice. "Oh my god, you're going to love being Daddy's dumb horny slut, like, sooooo much!" she chirruped, sounding nothing like the sharp and sardonic woman Maddy was used to conversing with. "Like, that cock is going all the way up to your brain now and pushing it further and further out with every thrust, and when you're all done cumming yourself stupid you're going to be just so happy, like, all the time!" Maddy's only response was a grunt of ecstasy that made her sound like a rutting sow instead of a person, but that was only because it was getting increasingly hard to remember she even was a person. God, why couldn't this man just nut in her pussy and give her a break for a few minutes to get her head back together?

But whatever gods had benefited him with an absolutely mind-destroying stroke game had also blessed him with seemingly inexhaustible stamina, and he kept railing Maddy until she was limp in his grip. "Oh my gawd, Maddy, you're, like, you are so done-zo! Your brain is gone and you don't even know it, you just think you're thinking and it's sooooo hot. I'm so glad Daddy let us watch him enslave you. It's, like, totez the best. You'll see." That murmured promise, so steadfast and certain in its implied insistence that Maddy would become just as treacherous as her two friends--it should have galvanized Maddy's resistance. She should have found a new determination to fight this charismatic stranger, to struggle her way free and clear her head and stop him from capturing their whole social circle. But instead Maddy thought of Kara and Leigh and Oakley, all smiling obliviously as they were lured into this exact same trap… and the last of her willpower left her with a helpless squeal of absolute orgasmic delight.

Sarah's boss would be coming by soon. That was the only thought sticking in her otherwise empty head, the increasingly urgent alarm bell ringing in the back of her mind only to be muffled by the spiral until it was drowned out entirely by the slick squishing sounds of her fingers in her sopping cunt--Don always did a walkthrough of the office in the afternoons, once his meetings were done and he wanted to 'just touch base' with every single one of his employees, and even though most people were working remotely and the office was quiet she wasn't just going to be able to furtively masturbate her whole day away. Her boss was coming and she was going to be caught if she didn't stop soon.

But 'soon' was one of those slippery words, easily twisted and contorted in Sarah's muddled brain until it meant 'right after the next climax' or 'right after the spiral stops turning' or 'once the suggestions fully sink in'. It was never the same thing as 'now', and so now Sarah slumped back in her office chair with her panties pulled to the side and her fingers rubbing away at her slick messy cunt while the mesmerizing video played away on her monitor and she watched it with both sets of lips parted in rapt fascination. She had a little more time, she told herself. Don wasn't going to just make a beeline for her cubicle. As long as she snapped out of it before he got there she'd be able to… to….

Increasingly, Sarah realized she didn't even know what she was going to do. It felt impossible to imagine simply clapping her legs shut and straightening up in her seat, tamping down each and every last submissive urge the spiral awakened inside her so she could pretend to be a good little office drone like everybody else. Sarah was sure Don would spot the deception, even if she closed the browser window and wiped her slick fingers on the hem of her skirt and gabbled out some kind of vague excuse for her total lack of productivity, and a faint blush suffused her cheeks at being such an obviously horny slut. God, if nothing else he'd smell the stink of sex on her.

That only made her arousal spike even higher, and Sarah heard herself letting out little grunts of urgent pleasure as her mind drifted into fantasies of being caught masturbating by the boss and debasing herself with the promise of sex to keep her job. It didn't even occur to her how strange it was that her blank, mesmerized brain immediately leapt to the offer of using all her holes like that, or how it made her pussy extra wet and throbby instead of horrifying and humiliating her. She drifted down into the daydream of being her boss's fucktoy, and she barely even noticed when that last little whisper of the voice inside her head went quiet. Nobody was warning her about Don's approach anymore. Not even her.

But he did stop by her cubicle. And he found her like that, ankles hooked over the armrests, fingers ceaselessly churning away inside her slick pussy, the spiral reflecting off her glasses as she drove herself deeper and deeper into trance. And when Don spun her around in her chair and plunged his cock straight into her soaking cunt, murmuring, "Good girl," as he plowed her with an intensity that finally cemented her programming, all Sarah could be was grateful that he chose to use her the way she so desperately craved.

Clarissa shambled into Joy's room with a vacant expression behind her dull and glassy eyes, her lips parted in slack-jawed stupefaction as she stared at her friend's friend and attempted to stir her sluggish mind into something resembling conversation. "Uhm, so I was, uhh, I was listening to that, uh, recording you made again…." She trailed into silence, befuddlement evident on her face at the slow, dawning realization that she'd once again hypnotized herself to the sound of Joy's voice even though she swore on no less than three previous occasions that she wasn't going to do that again, and Joy's pussy got viscerally wet at the sight of her journey into dazed acceptance. Clarissa really was a much better subject than she realized. It was making her corruption incredibly entertaining.

The leggy blonde finally came back to herself with a visible start, blinking in confusion at the realization that she'd once again wandered into Joy's bedroom wearing nothing more than her underwear, and haltingly began to speak again. "And I, uhm, I mean, like I said before, I--I'm not a lesbian, but I guess I just thought, uhm, maybe… maybe we could come to a com, com, com-pro-mise?" It was amazingly hot to watch Clarissa laboriously sound out every syllable, her usually sharp intellect made fuzzy and feeble by the combination of hypnosis and relentless lust, and even hotter to watch the other woman notice the fluffy pillow lying on the floor and thoughtlessly sink down to her knees so she could grind her crotch against it.

She didn't even notice she was doing it, that was the best part. The file kept her constantly horny, and the buried suggestions rewired all her instincts for slaking that continuous lust. Clarissa no longer remembered anything after the opening induction, but she knew that when she needed to rub her sopping pussy the only real option was to find something to hump, and coming to Joy's bedroom in the middle of the night always made her crave sex even if she was still insisting to herself that she was straight. The pillow on the floor was a little trap Joy left for her, and it was so enjoyable to watch Clarissa fall into it even as she mumbled, "Like, maybe I could, um, just watch you cum? So I could cum?"

That was the carrot dangling in front of her, the promise slowly but surely reshaping Clarissa's mind until she was Joy's lesbian sex slave just like their mutual friend. No matter how much Clarissa humped that pillow, no matter how hard she ground her pussy against the fabric in a degrading display of performative masturbation and let herself drift off into dumb, drippy trance for Joy, she couldn't release any of her arousal. Not without permission, and it was a permission Joy continued to withhold. Clarissa had already gone from petulant outrage to pleading obsequence to dull, thoughtless acceptance, but Joy knew there was still more of her to claim. "Uhm, like, I could show you my tits?" the vapid young woman mumbled, pulling down her bra to expose her breasts to Joy's lascivious gaze.

It was enough to make Joy's clit swell like a tiny cock, peeking out from between her slick labia with a shyness the dominant woman absolutely didn't feel. "I tell you what," she growled, spreading her legs a little wider to make sure Clarissa's gaze was fully focused on her hungry cunt. "How about you watch me cum, and I'll watch you hump that pillow like a needy little bitch in heat, and then you can tell me what else you'll do to earn that orgasm. Sound good?" There wasn't really any change in Clarissa's facial expression when she nodded--she was already too dazed from her lingering trance to be especially demonstrative in that regard. But her grinding hips moved faster, and that told Joy everything she needed to know about what this was doing to the woman kneeling on her bedroom floor.

Just ten more minutes. She could do ten minutes. Emily was… she was a strong-willed, intelligent woman, even if she was finding that somewhat difficult to square with her current situation, and she knew she could make it to the end of this supposedly irresistible hypnosis video Dwayne was showing her without having her mind affected. Even with her panties pulled to the side and her fingers furiously rubbing her cunt in a good-faith effort to replicate the conditions that supposedly resulted in glassy-eyed, thoughtless obedience. And of course Emily knew that was nothing but shameless manipulation in a blatant effort to get a look at her pussy, but at the same time the alternative was simply accepting his absurd claims and Emily wasn't willing to do that.

Which, yes, that was something he was using against her. Dwayne had been her next-door neighbor since she was three, he knew exactly how to push her buttons and get her mad enough to to stupid shit, and a part of her was already regretting her impulsive decision to sit down and subject herself to this incredible hypnosis video he claimed to have found online. Not that it was affecting her, because Emily was a strong-willed and intelligent woman even if she was blinking a little more heavily and she'd somehow wound up agreeing to masturbate while she watched, but she could tell she was making decisions with her ego and not her brain and that was never a good idea. She'd already given Dwayne way more of an eyeful than she intended to, and with both of them eighteen now and their parents out of town it felt like this could go dangerously far if she wasn't careful.

But of course she could be careful. She just needed to do… fuck, still almost a full ten minutes? Emily shook her head from side to side, trying to clear away the warm, thick fog of lust from her muzzy brain so she could focus on paying careful attention to the flickering lights on the screen and catch any little suggestion before it could worm its way into her subconscious. Not that she really believed any of this, because hypnosis wasn't real and she'd told Dwayne as much before he insisted she should put her money where her mouth was and watch, but even a strong-willed and intelligent woman could get a little fuzzy when she got horny and Emily was pretty fucking horny by this point.

Which made it all the more frustrating that she couldn't let herself cum. Both Dwayne and the video had mentioned that, they'd told Emily that weak and horny sluts got even weaker after a climax, and even though Emily was strong-willed and independent she had to admit that there was a certain intuitive logic to that claim. She always felt a little bit dopey after she came, something she didn't intend to tell Dwayne but that nonetheless tumbled from her lips while she was distracted focusing on the screen, and so she couldn't cum no matter how hard she rubbed and how wet the hypnosis made her. Or--or not the hypnosis, because it wasn't working, but--but whatever it represented. Whatever it made her want.

What Emily wanted was a goddamn orgasm, though, and she gritted her teeth and squeezed her eyes shut for a long moment as the pulsing pleasure between her thighs got to be almost too much for her to bear before opening them again to refocus her gaze on the center of the screen. She still had… oh god, nine and a half more minutes of this… and even though Emily was a strong-willed, independent woman it was just now beginning to occur to her that maybe strong-willed independent women didn't get to cum their fucking brains out. And she couldn't help wondering whether it might be worth giving up her strength and her freedom to get the release she craved.

It wasn't easy to masturbate with her head on a swivel, but somehow Lydia managed. She reclined the driver's seat back as far as it would go, putting as much of her body below the car's windows as she could possibly manage--she knew the rules, and she knew she wasn't going to be able to cum if her tits and pussy weren't fully exposed to anyone who might walk by and see her, but she could at the very least make sure she wasn't easy to spot from just a casual glance. Then she scooched her leggings down around her knees and pulled the strings of her crop-top down to her elbows, giving her the best chance of covering up in the event of getting caught. Then, finally, she pressed her fingers down over her clit and began to rub.

Her eyes darted around nervously, unable to avoid the anxious assumption that someone would walk up on her any minute--she'd chosen the very back of a large parking lot, once again stretching the spirit of the rules to their very limit even if she still respected the letter of her commands, and the odds of someone coming to this particular spot were probably vanishingly low while church was in session like this. But it still felt nerve-wrackingly risky, and only the relentless stimulation and weeks of desperate edging kept Lydia's stress and tension from interfering with her mounting arousal. She was only going to cum from this if she tricked her mind into getting turned on by the possibility of getting caught, something her hypnotic Master was very much counting on.

He didn't even allow her any porn during these little excursions, despite bombarding her with a steady flow of perversely exciting filth at virtually any other time day or night. Lydia's only visual stimulus at times like these was the sight of her own rubbing fingers, sliding back and forth between plump pink labia that were beginning to slicken despite her fear and reminding her exactly what she was doing right now. She was masturbating in the parking lot of the First Presbyterian, right where any of those prim church-going women who knew her mother came for service every Sunday, and she wouldn't be allowed to cum under any other circumstances. God. No wonder she'd been on denial for so fucking long.

Because this wasn't the first time, and Lydia already knew it wouldn't be the last even if she managed to get her rocks off and relieve the subtle, insidious pressure that warped her every thought into slick and submissive lust. She'd tried this three times before, and each time she'd panicked and pulled her clothes back on after forty minutes of fruitless masturbation that only left her more aroused and more susceptible to her Master's control. Every failure left her more desperate, and her desperation led her to edge all week long in the hopes of finding some kind of secret ally deep in her subconscious that would take pity on her and allow a single orgasm to slip past, and it was only when Sunday rolled around again that she realized she'd tricked herself into deepening her own helpless, needy surrender and she needed to cum so much more badly now.

Almost badly enough to make it happen even as her head whipped round at every noise and movement, frantic to avoid being caught in such a compromising position. She didn't know if she'd be able to twist her mind around fully into enjoying this, not even with almost a full month of hypnotic conditioning powering her rubbing fingers… but she'd given herself thirty-two more minutes to find out, and her clit throbbed with the knowledge that whether she succeeded or not she'd spend the whole next week thinking about it.

"Oh god… oh please don't look, Nancy…." Sue could already tell it was too late just from the expression on Nancy's face--her friend's jaw was slackening into helpless vacancy, and her eyes flicked from side to side as they followed the swinging weights that hung from the clamps attached to Sue's heavy breasts. Nancy's headphones were playing a hypnotic induction to go with the visual fixation, Sue knew, and she could tell that the petite redhead was every bit as vulnerable to a swaying pendulum as she'd been back when she was first captured, and it was practically a certainty that if Sue didn't do something then she would be the ultimate source of her best friend's inexorable subjugation.

But she was bound. Tied to a post in the brainwashing chamber, with ropes around her ankles, waist, wrists, and throat, and further bondage around her chest to make her tits stick out nice and proud so the weights clamped to them could swing back and forth freely. Every one of Sue's futile struggles gave the heavy metal spheres that much more energy to sway in front of Nancy's eyes, the motion attracting her attention on an instinctive and primal level and drawing focus away from the insidious voice in her ears that lulled her deeper and deeper into hypnosis. Sue's only hope of saving her friend was to keep perfectly still… but her captors had anticipated that. And they'd made it utterly impossible.

Because they'd also taken a massaging vibrator, affixing it to a stand and resting it gently but inescapably firm against Sue's bare, exposed cunt. Even when she tried her hardest not to panic and thrash in her bonds, that relentless buzz forced her hips into squirming motion despite herself… and every movement translated into those swinging pendulums with the inexorable, inevitable force of pure Newtonian physics. She could not stop herself from moving, and that meant the swaying weights would move as well. And Sue knew she only had until Nancy's eyes stopped flicking from side to side and settled into a thousand-yard stare to save her friend.

Which only made her that much more desperate to try to pull free of the knots that held her, which only made her body thrash that much more, which ultimately made the weights swing that much more freely. Sue's breasts were in agony, an agony turned into a wild endorphin rush thanks to the buzzing toy nestled between her thighs, but she couldn't think about that. She couldn't think about anything but her best friend and the tiny trickle of drool that was beginning to escape from her slack and vacant mouth as she slowly surrendered to the hypnotic spell being woven around her, and Sue's own part in taming Nancy's will to the same captors who controlled her.

Even that was its own form of trap, she knew. Sue had learned a lot about brainwashing these last few weeks, learned it the hard way as she made her own descent into deeper and deeper obedience, and she understood that she was being made complicit in these events in no small part to convince whatever tiny fraction of her subconscious she still held to herself that she was now a voluntary part of the conspiracy consuming her social circle. She was associating Nancy's subjugation with her movements, and forging a connection between the sight of her best friend's slow defeat and the pulses of pleasure between her thighs, and when it was all over she would trick herself into thinking she wanted this to happen. She wanted to recruit and hypnotize everyone she knew, and how could she possibly hold out any part of her own mind if she was a part it all and it made her cum so hard? It was a conundrum Sue couldn't possibly answer… and she felt the most delightful despair as Nancy's eyes locked into the middle distance and she knew the other woman was gone.

"Oh, come on," Shonda huffed, still trying to sound defiant even though her breath was coming in panting gasps and she could feel the stiff prick pressing against the entrance to her pussy like it was a pea buried at the bottom of a twelve-mattress stack. "Y-you can't expect this to really work, it's not… I mean, hypnosis isn't… nnnhhhh… isn't ruuuhhhhHHHHHH!" Whatever she was trying to say, it turned into a guttural grunt of pure, unadorned lust as her hips sank a few fractions of an inch lower and her warm brown labia engulfed just the tip of Jeremy's jutting cock. Her skeptical expression melted into mindless ecstasy for a moment, and it took her a surprisingly long time to refocus her gaze on Allan's smiling face.

The producer wriggled in his chair with excitement, watching as Shonda tried and failed to lever herself back up off the supine man she was squatting over. "Oh, you can go ahead and tell yourself whatever you want, my dear," he chortled, clearly pleased with himself beyond reason. "Say it was guided meditation, say you were just dressing for the part, tell yourself you just thought Jeremy was good looking and rehearsals got you all worked up. It doesn't change the fact that the deeper he goes inside your very wet, very horny cunt, the dumber and weaker you go for me… and it already feels too good to pull away, doesn't it?"

Shonda really wanted to wipe that smug smile off his chubby little cheeks. She truly did. But she couldn't deny he was right. The guided meditation session he led all the backup dancers through was nothing more than a mellow fog in the back of her head, and she really had taken to wearing a slutty schoolgirl outfit that looked downright pornographically indecent with an ease that only looked suspicious in hindsight. And when Allan asked her to stay behind and take a few notes, and his assistant took his pants off and lay back on the couch, something inside her melted into the kind of sultry arousal that made a quick fuck feel like a good idea despite its obvious drawbacks.

But that didn't mean she was really going to, to, to… oh fuck. Shonda's breath escaped in an explosive grunt as she felt herself lower another inch onto Jeremy's cock despite her best efforts, her mind going momentarily dopey with pleasure before she managed to fix her increasingly unfocused stare on Allan again. "Tuhh, too, too good, I--no!" she squealed, trying with all her strength to raise her hips and finding instead that the addictive ecstasy kept urging her to take his shaft even deeper. Shonda's jaw went slack, and drool spilled down her chin as her head drooped forward, and she could actually feel her IQ dropping as her pussy swallowed more and more of that long, thick shaft. She didn't know what was going to happen when Jeremy bottomed out inside her, but she couldn't imagine it was anything good.

"Please, dear, do continue to fight it," Allan chuckled, taking his cock out and stroking it lightly as he watched the intelligence fade from Shonda's eyes. "It's always so much more gratifying when I can see you lose that struggle." Shonda nodded thoughtlessly, her brain already slipping back into that warm, dozy trance she'd experienced and forgotten… and try as she might to fight this new suggestion, her body sank lower and lower and took her intellect with it until at last she was squatting directly on Jeremy's pelvis. And she didn't even remember rising up to plunge her cunt onto his shaft again.

"I… if you can hear me, Andi, I… I am sorry…." The words sounded pathetic in Emily's ears, an obvious attempt to placate a guilty conscience while still benefiting from the betrayal that elicited said guilt--but it didn't matter. Andi's eyes remained tight shut, and the only sounds she made were the grunting, snuffling sighs of a woman absolutely consumed with a reverent desire for pussy. She lavished devoted attention to Emily's cunt with her lips and tongue, while her free hand reached up and palmed Emily's small breast and kneaded the soft flesh until it tingled with a wild, overwhelming bliss. It made Emily wish she was hypnotized too--but only so she didn't have to think about the temptations she was giving in to.

Because that was the thing about Lora. She always knew how to get to you. For Andi, that meant a slow descent into deep trance, evoked with such stealth and subtlety that Andi didn't even spot the conversational trap until she was nodding thoughtlessly and her eyelids were fluttering and her eyes kept rolling back in her head until only the whites showed. And for Emily, that meant… fuck, it meant somehow clocking the achingly desperate crush Emily had on her very straight friend, and feeding it with voyeuristic fascination until Emily wound up just sitting there watching Andi slump over on the couch into helpless obedience. She knew she could have snapped Andi out of it. She knew she should have. But Lora knew the whole experience was too erotic for her to resist.

Was that what made her decide to leave Emily awake, instead of enticing them both into a fugue of hot, wet lust that would leave them too blank and mindless even to form memories of their tryst? Did she want the guilt and the desire to bind Emily to Lora far more tightly than any hypnotic conditioning ever could? Because Emily knew already that it would work. She'd never been this wet in her life, the intense and powerful bliss she felt from being eaten out by her best friend was practically rewiring her brain, and there was no doubt in Emily's mind that she would give in and help Lora reprogram Andi as often as it took to turn her into exactly this kind of pussy slave whenever the two of them wanted. Guilt and shame were powerful, yes, but they evaporated like a candle flame in a windstorm compared to lust.

That shame was what already bound Emily to Lora's will, the sure and certain knowledge that she was weak and she'd only get weaker the more Lora tempted her. Emily's mind was already filled with visions of Andi's degradation, her slow transformation into a blank-eyed lesbian sex slave whose only thought was of pleasing her owners, and she could tell she wasn't going to reach some kind of inflection point where the guilt of it all got to be too much for her. She was never going to value her friend more highly than her orgasms, and finding that out about herself ground something deep and personal about Emily's self-image into dust without needing a whisper of hypnosis to do it. Emily was going to be Lora's slave because Lora would give her what she wanted, and the pure and perfect defeat of realizing that wasn't enough to stop the next climax. And that was exactly what Lora wanted her to know.

The truly wonderful thing about hypnosis, Lauren thought as she blew a handful of sweetly-scented powder into Megan's face, was that its uses were limited only by the imagination. In the real world, there weren't actually any inhalants that caused drowsiness and suggestibility, especially not as quickly as this little whiff of devil's breath hit Megan's system. But because Megan was her lover, and because they'd been playing around with this particular suggestion for the better part of three years now, the pretty redhead felt herself growing drowsy and suggestible almost the second she recognized the scent that went into her nose and mouth as she turned around. She fully, unconditionally believed she'd been drugged into obedience, and so it happened.

The best part was, there were so many additional little touches that could be added to a suggestion like that. Ten seconds ago, Megan knew she was enjoying the beauty of the botanical gardens with her girlfriend… but she'd been programmed, with her own enthusiastic consent, to forget who Lauren was the second she inhaled the sweetly-scented powder whenever and wherever it happened. So as her eyelids fluttered and her head wobbled and she struggled to hold onto her sluggish, feeble thoughts, not only did Megan know she'd just been drugged but she also knew it was a total stranger dosing her. Which meant that when Lauren murmured, "Go to sleep," she got to watch Megan try her absolute hardest to resist.

Only to fail, of course. That was the hottest part for both of them, knowing that Megan sincerely believed she'd just been approached by a mysterious, sinister woman who was drugging her for nefarious purposes and despite her best efforts her mind was collapsing into numb, stupefied obedience. When her eyelids fluttered and her eyes rolled back in her head until only the whites showed in that tiny band of vision remaining, Lauren could enjoy every last bit of that struggle… and when she put her thumb on the scales by blowing the rest of the decorating sugar into Megan's face and intoning, "Sleep," she got the most delightful rush of power on watching her lover's resistance collapse.

She walked her hypnotized lover over to a secluded alcove--that was why she'd picked this moment, after all, they were regular visitors to the botanical gardens and Lauren knew this particular spot very well--and underneath a canopy of flowering trees, Lauren slipped her fingers down the waistband of Megan's skirt and told her, "In a moment, you will open your eyes. You will not be able to resist me, and you will follow me out to my car without thought or question. Do you understand?" It was genuinely amazing to feel Megan's cunt clenching around her in desperate, helpless desire as she slowly nodded, watching her in the full knowledge that as far as the submissive woman was concerned she was being kidnapped and she couldn't possibly fight it. Fear and arousal were always close cousins, just ask all those people who took their dates to scary movies, and Lauren knew her girlfriend was going to be a mewling bitch in heat by the time she got home.

But they were in no hurry. The other wonderful thing about hypnosis was that it didn't wear off like drugs did, and Megan would remain fully convinced she was doped into malleable ecstasy until Lauren decided to wake her. So they relaxed under the trees, and Lauren gave her programming a little reinforcement… and her girlfriend a quiet, furtive orgasm or three.

"I'm so glad you understand now." The words swim up to Molly's consciousness where it floats like a helium balloon high above her actual body, and for a moment they seem faintly absurd--she doesn't understand anything, her brain is mushy and dulled and the only thing she can really think about is the cock plowing her from behind. But it slowly, sluggishly occurs to her that she does understand one thing, and it's that she needs to be fucked. Molly needs her cunt used, she needs to be a wet and needy slut for her Master, and the warm glow that illuminates that single notion leads her ever deeper into submission with a will-o-the-wisp's enthusiasm for misdirection. She doesn't want to fight it anymore.

She feels soft lips kissing her own, and it's enough to make her realize she recognizes the voice--it's Sandi, her old friend from college, and that stirs a memory of betrayal in her feeble mind that in no way galvanizes her to resist her ongoing subjugation. Sandi's the one who lured her here, tricked her into watching the spiral, lulled her into a state of placid obedience so pure and potent that Master's cock instantly felt like heaven the moment it sank home, and now she's… thanking Molly? Praising her for submitting? It doesn't make sense and yet at the same time it makes perfect sense, and there's something almost prophetic about the other woman's murmured endearment, "I had to give you to him. I loved you too much not to."

That warm glow of dopamine leads her deeper into the tangled recesses of her own subconscious, lighting it up with sleepy ecstasy the moment Molly contemplates betraying her own friends the same way Sandi betrayed her, and Molly leans into the next kiss with the fervor of a convert to a new religion. She opens her mouth wide to let Sandi's tongue slip inside, feeling it fuck her the same way Master's cock plows her needy cunt, and the conditioning she's almost forgotten she's following forges a potent and profound connection with her fellow slave--she loves Sandi now, loves her in a way only Master's sluts can love one another, and her mind settles easily and effortlessly on the woman she most cares about as the person she absolutely has to brainwash into subjugated bliss.

It's when she fully surrenders to that urge that she experiences her first climax, but it soon multiplies and Molly knows on some level deeper than thought that devotion to Master will always feel this good. She's cumming because she gave up, because she decided that grinding on Master's cock was more important than the friendships she's forged or the intelligence that's rapidly fading or whatever token value she once placed on free will, and the more she lets herself be brainwashed into obedience the more her mind is going to light up with pure and perfect ecstasy. What felt like an eternity of struggle, culminating in a timeless celebration of her own defeat, lasted in real time perhaps five minutes, and by the time Master nuts inside her she can't imagine anything more wonderful than accepting his semen.

Molly collapses forward onto the couch when it's over, her body still ringing like a gong with the memory of all those orgasms, but her eyes flutter open and focus on Sandi as the kiss ends. "Thank you for helping me understand," she says, and Sandi smiles endearingly at her before sliding down to lick the cum out of Molly's leaky cunt.

You were saying something, sweetie? Something about something you couldn't do? Go on, use your words like a big girl.

"C-can't stop… ofuck, can't stop rubbing…."

No, I don't think that was it. I think you're just easily confused by that big hard throb in your clitty and it's making your brain all soft and mushy. Try again, cutie pie. Try real hard to think about what you can't do and tell me so we both know.

"Can't… nnnnh, can't look away, why, why can't I look away…."

Well, we both know that. You can't look away because the spiral makes you weak, and weak and needy girls like you just fall into line and do what they're told. But I don't think that was what you meant, sweetie. I don't think that was what you wanted to tell me back when your brain got slow and simple and you forgot what you were saying. Try again.

"Can't… uhm, can't, can't… uhmmmm…."

Oh dear, did that silly little brain get stuck again? Here, let me help you with that word you don't remember. It's 'resist'. You can't resist because you don't know what it means anymore. I removed 'resist' from your vocabulary, it's what makes you extra weak and helpless and slutty for me. Just hearing it, and feeling that big strong pulse of pleasure in your clitty, it makes you extra obedient for me, doesn't it?

"Yuhhh… yesss…."

But that's not what you were going to say. Try again, baby doll. Tell me what you can't do.

"Can't think, I--FKKKKK!"

That's right. You can't think. And it feels so good and you cum so hard for me whenever you realize that. And it makes you dumber and weaker and wetter and all you want to do is rub yourself and obey. Good girl. Cum again, tell me you can't think and cum again for Master.

"C-can't, can't think, f-fuck, can't think, can't… ohhh, can't think, only Master thinks, can't think can't think can't think can't think can't…."

God, Kara's tits were so fucking huge. She only ever really noticed it at moments like this, when Cal slipped up behind her while she was lost in thought in front of the mirror and began groping her lush, heavy breasts, but… but fuck, it was absolutely true. She just had these enormous fucking cow udders that overflowed his grip and dented under his touch and jiggled with every motion. It was really a wonder she could even think of herself as a person at all, honestly, what with these enormous honking boobs bouncing and quaking and making her such an obvious object for male attention.

Really, it was getting harder and harder to see herself as a person at all. The more she stared at the woman in the mirror, standing there with a glassy cast to her eyes and a vacant, slack-jawed expression of indolent pleasure, the more Kara began to see nothing more than a toy for her boyfriend's amusement. He was strumming her nipples and kneading her chest and generally treating her like an object anyway, so how could she really pretend that she was a human being with a mind and a will of her own? She'd just been standing there bouncing her tits without really thinking--she might have called it 'lost in thought', but it was really that she was lost and so were her thoughts and they didn't seem likely to find each other--and goddamn if that didn't seem like something only a brainless fucktoy would do.

Once that fuzzy, inchoate conviction got stuck in Kara's empty head, she found it utterly impossible to dislodge. Her fingers fumbled for her belt, unbuckling it and unzipping her fly to let her pants fall down around her ankles to reveal a pair of panties that already had a small but visible wet spot on them… but Kara couldn't even look at it, not really. Her eyes were locked on those ginormous tits, swaying and rippling and hammering home the notion that she was really just an object of Cal's desire and not a person at all. She wouldn't even be able to see her own pussy without the help of a mirror, after all. Her chest would get in the way. And if it was that big and obtrusive and all-encompassing in her field of vision, surely it should loom that large in her mind?

It all began to make perfect sense to her, the interlocking aspects of her conditioning coming together to imprison Kara's mind in a cage of pure, unadulterated bliss. Her tits were so heavy that they weighed down her thoughts and made them too exhausting to keep in her head, just like they were weighing down her body right now until she had to crouch on all fours with her udders dangling and swaying underneath her. Cal, he--he got to use her body, of course, groping her breasts and pulling aside her panties to plow her sopping cunt whenever the mood struck him, because objects deserved to be used and it felt so good to be fucked into oblivious ecstasy staring at her bouncing boobs like this. And Kara was… was….

Oh. Yes. Right. She was cumming, cumming so hard she felt something inside her let go and she squirted all over the carpet. Her walk-in closet smelled like pussy all the time now, always enticing her to open up her blouse and stare into the mirror, and if Kara took a lot longer to get dressed these days she had to agree with Cal that it was time well spent.

Clarissa managed to take a step, but her wobbly legs decided to make a compromise between her determination to resist and her unbridled desire to close the distance between her and Albert's jutting, rampant cock. She wound up going sideways, taking the rest of her sense of balance off-guard and leaving her swaying drunkenly on her feet, and the look of bewilderment on her startled face clearly amused her tormentor because he let out a little chuckle and waggled his erection at her. "You're not going to be able to fight it much longer, babe," he purred, his words somehow resonating inside Clarissa's head in a way that science as she knew it couldn't explain. "It's already getting to you."

Clarissa shook her head furiously, an instant before realizing that was a huge mistake given how dizzy and off-balance she already felt and froze in place as she desperately tried to steady the room that whirled around her. "That's, just… power of suggestion," she mumbled, achingly aware of how difficult it was to close her mouth and how slurred and drowsy it made her sound to try to enunciate with lips that kept wanting to purse into a perfect cocksucking 'O'. She didn't really know what purpose lying to herself served, she could literally feel Albert inside her mind making her pussy throb with electric arousal every time her thoughts turned even briefly to sucking her patient's dick… but if she could pretend it was something as simple as hypnosis, she felt like she could stand a chance of resisting it.

Only it wasn't. It was something else entirely, something awakened by the experimental drugs Albert was taking for the study in a side effect Clarissa couldn't possibly have predicted even though in hindsight it explained so much. She wasn't supposed to get attached to the experimental animals, but she'd indulged them with extra treats and friendly scritches and even the companionship of other lab rats with only the flimsiest of excuses. It seemed obvious in retrospect that they were, in their own simple way, influencing her behavior telepathically… and now that the power was in the hands of a human, it was being used far more purposefully and directly. And Clarissa was totally helpless against it. "Try saying that with your lips wrapped around my cock, doc," Albert growled, and Clarissa whimpered as drool began to trickle down her chin in response.

She tried to stagger out of the room, knowing it was her last chance, but one leg froze in uncertainty mid-step and the other tried to rise into the air before the reality of the situation caught up with her and Clarissa wound up instead tumbling to her knees on the soft carpet. She realized that was pretty much it for her as soon as she fell--once she was kneeling, the mental association between her current pose and submissive cocksucking ecstasy snapped into place, and every time she thought about giving Albert a blowjob the pulses of pleasure became stronger and stronger. They wove into a shining cable inside her mind, strengthening and reinforcing each other until the connection between orgasm and getting her face fucked became utterly unbreakable and Clarissa found herself crawling along the floor with her mouth wide open and panting for Albert's dick.

"That's a good girl," he murmured, and even though Clarissa knew it was degrading and embarrassing to be down on her knees for him like that the telepathic force inside her brain made degradation sound better than sex. Her lips sealed around his shaft, slowly and sensuously, and whatever last bits of notional willpower she thought she possessed simply evaporated as the feel of Albert's cock on her tongue made her cum.

"You need to tilt the camera, sweetie, I can't quite see you." Victoria's brow furrowed in dazed, overwhelmed bewilderment--she could see exactly what her webcam was displaying on the smaller window in the corner of her screen, and she knew it was framing her face perfectly. But Victoria was feeling kind of distracted and agreeable at the moment, her brain more than a little mushy from so much hypnosis and edging, so she reached out and tilted the laptop's screen backwards in an effort to accommodate her play partner. She started to lean back, her mind gently pulsing with pleasure at her own obedience, but then she heard her Master tell her, politely but firmly, "No."

He followed the command up with, "The other way, sweetie," and Victoria felt her entire body lurch with tingling excitement as she tilted the screen down so that her cunt was fully framed in the corner of the screen. The result was immediate and instructive--Master cooed out, "There's my sweetie pie!" and Victoria's entire seat of consciousness seemed to drift directly down between her thighs as if her pussy had completely taken over the duties of cognition for the evening. It was a hard sensation to describe, she told Master later that she felt like a passenger in her own body, but in the moment she didn't really think about it at all. She just lounged back on the couch and let Master carry on a conversation with the part of her that was truly in charge.

And it felt… ohhhh, fuck. It felt so fucking good. When he said, "Is my sweet little cunny taking over now?", and Victoria's mind just went loose and liquid inside her head while her fingers began to rub and tease in a pattern that felt like it was coming straight from her wettest wet dreams, it was almost like she was hitting a whole new level of her submission. Her eyes glazed over, and although her mouth opened and speech began to emerge Victoria couldn't shake the illusion that it wasn't her talking at all. It was--fuck, it was her cunt speaking through her, and even though they'd discussed this exact fetish and Victoria understood all of the psychological underpinnings to this kind of hypnosis-induced dissociation it still felt viscerally different to experience it first-hand.

Her cunt said, "Yes, Master, Cunny's so much stronger than silly Vicki," and it was like getting a potent dose of a powerful aphrodisiac--Victoria's fingers began to rub and tease with a furious urgency that downright astonished her until she remembered an important part of her programming. Her cunt wasn't forbidden from cumming, only Victoria herself. It was allowed to have as many orgasms as it wanted, but--but even though Victoria would feel them, experience them, they wouldn't sate the desperate need Master had built up. Because they weren't hers.

"That's a good cunny," Master replied, and Victoria felt the most bizarre tug inside her head as she struggled to reconcile the complex series of emotions his praise evoked. She felt bizarrely envious of her own pussy, desperate to earn Master's favor away from it, even though she also knew that it was nothing more than her own body and a figment of her imagination that she was competing with. It made her want to find a way to be even more submissive, even more pleasing to Master, so that she could show him she was a better slave than her cunt, and although it was messing with her mind more than a little it was also in a very good way. Victoria's stare went fixed and empty, the persona between her legs now taking full control, and she let herself become deliciously obedient to her Master's will.