Unbetitelt

Be her

Read the words

Obey the words

You’re such a good girly

You’re kinda sugar addicted

Edging With Edibles

Find Pt2 here

Content: NSFW, (F x M), Intox, Hypnosis, Edging

The room is dark save for the glow of the tv screen at the foot of the bed. Her dom sits with his back to the headboard, legs spread with her nestled between them. Nude with her back to his chest, she hums as he lazily rubs her clit.

The screen projected videos of girls looking ecstatic and fucked out, either pleasuring cocks or taking them in their holes. A semi-transparent pink spiral spun over the porn, occasionally flashing words like OBEY, SERVE, ACCEPT, ENJOY. Constant moans sung out from the tv.

"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.

CW: Consensual VR headset hypnosis, serial recruitment, AI/technology based brainwashing, chicken and cat transformation, mantras, light public humiliation

Kat sighed as she swiped through her InstaPix timeline. Another stupid Internet trend had hijacked her feed of tech influencers and gaming sites.

It was called The Spiral Challenge, and required the use of an Apex Visor Max headset. Kat happened to own that exact model resting on her desk across the room - it was pricey but she just loved having the latest tech. She loved the pass-through tech to see into the outside world while in the headset, and it was the only one on the market to have a screen displaying the user’s eye movements on the outside of the unit. Super useful for social situations.

Supposedly, it was some sort of 'hypnotic resistance' challenge, whatever that meant. As part of the challenge, you’d have to post a video of yourself to your Story saying your name and why you think you’ll be able to resist The Spiral. Then, a short while later - times varied from 10 minutes to half an hour, a second video would be posted by the challenger, headset on, babbling on about having “looked in the spiral and become deeply hypnotised” or something. Sometimes, the challenger would also act out some sort of stupid “forfeit” - something like taking their shirt off, clucking like a chicken, or revealing some sort of embarrassing secret.

According to The Spiral App Company website, no one has so far been able to successfully resist it. A very bold marketing slogan.

Kat wondered just why so many people were willing to embarrass themselves just to keep up with the social media algorithm.

They must all be faking it, thought Kat, I guess The Spiral App Company must be paying these influencers big bucks to be doing this

Kat continued to swipe through her feed:

“Here’s 5 THINGS you MISSED from the latest Apex conference! -“ Skip

“This is Tech Review David and today I’m going to be attempting The Spiral Cha..” Skip

Some pictures of her ex-boyfriend’s friends dog - SKIP

“Can The Spiral App Company continue to DISRUPT the VR market?” - SKIP

“Hey everyone, I’m Tiffany and today, I’m going to be attempting The Spiral Challenge”

Huh? Kat paused. This was Tiffany, her best friend from college and now studying across the country at uni. She’d recognise that loud and bubbly voice anywhere. Wait - she was doing this stupid challenge?!

…”I think I’ll be able to resist The Spiral. No, in fact I’m sure of it. I’m very intelligent, I’m studying a STEM degree at one of the top universities in the country. I learnt in psychology class that all hypnosis is self hypnosis, there’s no magic here it’s just using basic social expectation and compliance. You won’t be seeing me making that second post! Anyway guys, wish me luck!”

An option popped up to see the next post from Tiffany - Kat advanced to the next video

Her mouth opened in shock. Tiffany had indeed, made that second post, 15 minutes after the first.

The Tiffany on her screen stood in stark contrast to the one in the previous video. Her Apex Visor Max was on and covering her face. The outer screen displayed a sort of foggy haze effect, partially obscuring her avatar’s eyes, which were twitching and rolling and barely staying open. Her neatly pressed hair had become disheveled, frizzy and sticking up all over the place behind the strap of the headset. Her mouth hung slightly open, and - wait, was that saliva at the corner of her mouth? Gross…

After a brief pause breathing slowly and deeply in front of the camera, Tiffany began to speak in a soft, monotone voice the same script Kat had heard many times before-

“I looked into The Spiral…”

“And The Spiral looked into me…”

“I looked into The Spiral…”

“And I became deeply hypnotised…”

“I was wrong to think I could resist The Spiral…”

“I am easily controlled by The Spiral…”

“I cannot resist The Spiral…”

“My mind is blank and empty…”

“I looked into the Spiral…”

“And saw my true self…”

“I am an airheaded chicken…”

And with that, Tiffany began to make the most indignant CLUCKS and BAWKS like an aggressive hen. There was truly nothing in those digital avatar eyes on the Visor - no shame, no recognition, just clucking. Tiffany was the smartest person Kat knew - she never thought she’d see her looking this dumb and airheaded, embarassing herself in front of the whole world.

Kat continued to watch on with second hand embarrassment -

“B…b….BAWK…”

Tiffany suddenly seemed to snap to attention, no longer a chicken but still far from her usual self. She delivered the standard closing line with monotonous precision

“I thought I could resist the Spiral…”

“My mind lasted 15 minutes…”

“Will your mind last any longer than mine…?”

“Take The Spiral Challenge today for free on the Apex Store…”

Tiffany’s head dropped into sleep and the video was over

Kat sat there in disbelief. Tiffany was no tech influencer - what on Earth would she gain from acting all dumb and brainless

Kat’s phone was ringing. It was Tiffany. Perhaps she’d seen that Kat had viewed her post

“Tiffany…. Are you in desperate need of money or something? What’s up with the spiral business?”

“Kat I… I… I can’t remember a thing! I can’t remember posting that video. But…. I can’t bring myself to delete it”

She sounded more like her old self, with a small hint of airheadedness

“What do you mean, can’t?”

“I just can’t, I can’t bring myself to press the delete button. I lost the challenge after all and I got deeply hypnotised…. So very deeply hypnotised… unable to resist The Spiral… I…”

Tiffany trailed off into a mumble

“Tiffany, stop it! So you actually downloaded the app onto your Visor, can you remember anything after that?”

“I remember the Spiral…”

Kat rolled her eyes

“All I can remember was how pleasurable it was. So sweet and hazy… mind so blank and empty… Kat, you have an Apex Visor Max right? You’ve got to try it!”

“Well, Tiffany, you gave such a good sales pitch in the video” teased Kat

“Well if you are so smart Kat, smarter than me, then let’s see you last more than 15 minutes. Though… I promise you there’s no need to resist. You won’t want to… Oh, and I’ve already sent you the link to the Apex store page. Good luck!”

Kat reluctantly agreed, then ended the call. It sounds like Tiffany may have been a bit spooked. But after all, as Tiffany had said, all hypnosis really is just social conditioning and enforcement. All Kat had to do was to try this app, tell Tiffany there’s nothing magic about it and then she might calm down a bit.

Kat set her laptop to start downloading the app onto her Visor, whilst she quickly charged the battery pack. While she was waiting, she watched Tiffany’s videos back again

“I looked into The Spiral…”

“And the Spiral looked into me…”

What did that mean? thought Kat

———

The download was quicker than Kat expected, and she quickly slipped on the Visor. It had been a while since she last used it properly, but it was a super comfortable form factor.

CHALLENGE VIDEO UPLOAD REQUIRED. PLEASE REMOVE HEADSET

Kat was very annoyed. She didn’t want anyone to know she was doing this stupid trend. Oh well, maybe she might actually get some street cred out of being the first person to beat the challenge.

She took the headset off and grabbed her phone, recording a rough video straight onto InstaPix

“Hi, my name’s Kat, uhhh I’m not actually doing the challenge I’m just doing it to prove to my friend Tiffany that she hasn’t just become a mindless zombie and she’s just making it up. I obviously don’t believe in hypnosis. It’s not real. uhhh, yeah don’t expect a second video from me”

And… send.

Kat tossed her phone onto her bed on the other side of the room. Won’t be needing that, she thought as she slipped the headset back on along with her favourite pair of cat eared headphones.

PLEASE AGREE TO THE TERMS AND CONDITIONS. KEEP THE HEADSET ON

Kat was fuming. She quickly skimmed through the policy using her Visor’s hand tracking control

The Spiral App uses AI and machine learning to provide a personalised experience to each user. By continuing you agree for us to process your data, including public data from our partners, biometrics and thought data for this purpose

Yep that’s fine, thought Kat, standard Big Tech legal jargon

The Spiral App Company retains the right to use your mind as it sees fit for the duration of your session in the app. It accepts no responsibility for any personal damages, reputational damages, or otherwise that may come as a result of your session…

Also fine, thought Kat.

…You agree that The Spiral App Company may, where it sees fit, use you, your mind and your likeness to promote its apps and services to other users.

Kat ticked that she agreed with the policy

THANK YOU FOR YOUR COMPLIANCE.

Kat scoffed at the word ‘compliance’. She’d be anything but while using this app. If she just closed her eyes, there would be no spiral to look and and therefore hypnosis debunked. She sat there with her eyes closed, arms folded and started to count to 15 minutes in her head…

A sultry voice whispered in her ear PLEASE BLINK TO START

Oh, maybe it was a bit cleverer than I thought, thought Kat.

She opened her eyes briefly to blink and was met with a short flash of light from the centre of her screen, startling her. She blinked rapidly a few times to clear the afterimage.

She thought about closing them again, but the light had started to glow a little bit brighter and a bit warmer. She looked into it a bit longer

“Are you wondering where the Spiral is, Kat?" a voice seemed to whisper in her ear

Actually, come to think of it, she was. Where was this supposed spiral? All there was was this glowing light. Was it broken? Maybe it would be best not to look straight into it.

She reached up to take off the headset

“Don’t"

Her hand paused just on top of the visor, shaking slightly. Her hands dropped into her lap.

“You won’t last as long as your friend”

Wow, they weren’t kidding when they said they’d be using your private data… thought Kat

“Your mind is weak. Even without The Spiral you are complying and compliance leads to hypnosis”

“No, my mind is pretty strong actually” Kat spoke out loud

“Is that so. Try to take your eyes away from the light Kat”

Kat gasped. She hadn’t even realised she’d been staring straight into it, like a deer in headlights. It was so bright now, burning even, searing into her brain

“We see who you are Kat. And you have already fallen deep under hypnosis”

Kat shook her head. No, she felt fine, she moved her body away from the light - ah the benefits of 360 motion tracking! Now she was facing away from the light, she could close her eyes again, block it out and…

She felt needle-like pains in her forehead…

“You need the light”

Kat’s body shot round to face into the light again. That was better, her head felt a lot less painful and more… fuzzy

“I need the light” she murmured, before realising what she was saying and clearing her throat

“You need the light, the longer you stare at the light the longer you can delay watching the Spiral”

The Spiral, yes, that’s what she was here to see. Wait… no… she had to avoid looking at the Spiral, it was going to hypnotise her. And she couldn’t afford to be hypnotised.

“The longer you look at the light the fuzzier your head will become. The less able to think you will become. The less able to beg for the spiral you will become. But you didnt want to see the Spiral, did you?”

Kat blinked. It was like her head was full of tv static.

“You haven’t even seen The Spiral yet, and yet you are already sinking so deep”

“Show me the Spiral then” said Kat, a little quieter than she wanted to. Yes, thats it. She couldn’t resist this burning Light but she could definitely resist a stupid spiral

“You were going to try to avoid looking into the Spiral, so we didn’t show you the Spiral. We showed you the Light. Do you wish to change your mind?”

It was becoming harder for Kat to think over this static in her head.

“Show me the spiral… pp.please”

The Light switched off and Kat was left in the dark, with a small amount of pass-through from her room filtered through the Visor. She realised she was kneeling on the floor. When did that happen?

Then, the spiral came into focus. She looked deeply into it, a swirly twist of pinks and blues. She let herself get lost in it, to become entangled and drawn further and further in with every rotation. The Spiral was much easier - much more pleasurable - to watch than the Light.

“Feel every turn of The Spiral draw your thoughts further and further from you..”

“Feel every turn of The Spiral wash away your remaining resistance to trance…”

“Feel every turn of The Spiral make you more deeply hypnotised and easily controlled…”

Kat’s eyes fluttered under the visor. But.. she had to keep watching the Spiral. She loved the feeling it gave her

“Repeat and believe. I am deep under hypnotic control..”

“I am deep under hypnotic control…” Kat murmured quietly.

“Repeat and believe. I cannot resist the Spiral”

“I cannot resist the Spiral…”

“Can you remember what led you here…?”

Kat tried to think

“….no”

“Do you know how long it took for you to fall…”

How long had she been here? Kat didn’t know

“……no…..”

“Can you remember your own name?”

Blank.

“……”

“For the next 2 hours, your mind belongs to The Spiral App Company. You have lost the challenge and must pay your forfeit”

“…s….pir…al…”

“You will sink down into mindless sleep in

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Kat jolted awake. Her Apex Visor Pro was on her head - out of power. Her neck was stiff from holding it up.

She reached up to her face and slowly removed it. She had been lying down on her bed, underneath her blanket

…how did she get here again?

She got up and looked at herself in the mirror. Her hair was all over the place and there were big patches of sweat underneath her armpits. Her head felt fuzzy.

…what happened this evening?

Her housemate Rebecca burst through the door to her room. Her phone was blaring loudly in her hand

‘Kat… Kat! Are you alright? You’ve been posting some seriously weird stuff online tonight’

Kat heard her own voice coming from Rebecca’s phone.

“…I obviously don’t believe in hypnosis. It’s not real. uhhh, yeah don’t expect a second video from me”

Kat went over to look...

“And then your next post, is this:”

Kat gasped as she saw herself on Rebecca’s phone - visor on, cheeks red, lips wet with saliva, sweat beading down her forehead, visor screen hazy and eyes blank and rapidly twitching

It all came flooding back to her now, as she found herself mouthing the words along with Kat on the video..

“I looked into The Spiral…”

“And The Spiral looked into me…”

“I looked into The Spiral…”

“And I became deeply hypnotised…”

“I was wrong to think I could resist The Spiral…”

“I am easily controlled by The Spiral…”

“I cannot resist The Spiral…”

“My mind is blank and empty…”

“I looked into the Spiral…”

“And saw my true self…”

“I am an attention seeking cat…”

Kat and Rebecca watched on as the Kat in the video began to purr, lick and crawl her way around her bed which she was sat on. She looked especially cute with those cat-eared headphones on.

“You do this for a good few minutes…” said Rebecca. She skipped ahead to the end

“I thought I could resist the Spiral…”

“My mind lasted 8 minutes…”

“Will your mind last any longer than mine…?”

“Take The Spiral Challenge today for free on the Apex Store…”

Kat remembered now. She had looked into the Spiral… She had so easily fallen into trance. The Spiral had controlled her mind for a good few hours after that

And she loved it

“I lost the challenge and I got deeply hypnotised…. So very deeply hypnotised… unable to resist The Spiral…so much pleasure… mindless and blank... hey! You should try it too Rebecca”

She grabbed a spare battery pack off the shelf

“Wha... what’s going on Kat?” asked Rebecca

“Shhhh” said Kat. “There’s no need to protest. You’ll love it”

She guided Rebecca onto the bed, before slipping her Visor over Rebecca’s head.

“…good luck!”

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Thank you to those of you who voted in the prompt poll. Vr Headset hypnosis won with 63% of the vote, so here it is!

Gina already had an exasperated look on her face when Lori walked into their shared dorm room, and her tone betrayed a similar degree of impatience when she snapped without preamble, "Did you lose your panties again, Lor?" It left the young sophomore badly off-balance, putting her on the defensive before she could even think about the odd dynamic she and Gina had settled into ever since they'd been paired up as roommates, and she could barely stammer out the beginnings of an incoherent excuse before Gina snapped her fingers and pointed to a spot on the floor directly in front of her bed. Confused by her own simpering meekness, Lori closed the door and leapt to comply.

"Skirt up," Gina commanded, her voice a husky contralto growl, and Lori's fingers hooked into the hem of her knee-length peasant skirt almost before she could realize they were in motion. She lifted it to reveal a perfectly smooth, bare, ever so slightly slick cunt, and Lori's lips flapped like a goldfish as she struggled to find an explanation that would satisfy even her, let alone the woman examining her pussy with an appraising eye. "You didn't even remember to put them on this morning, did you?" Gina asked, sounding vaguely disappointed but by no means surprised, and Lori didn't know whether 'yes' or 'no' would be a more embarrassing answer. She felt suddenly timid, confused, desperate for guidance and direction, and Gina was right there acting so authoritative that her mind simply collapsed into obedience like a badly-constructed house of cards.

She attempted to fumble out an answer, but then Gina's hand darted out to rub between her labia and Lori's eyes went wide and distant with surprise. "I mean, you know how you get when you forget your panties, Lors," the exasperated woman scolded, dredging her fingers back and forth through the slick channel while Lori tried hard not to shudder in arousal. "It makes you horny, and being horny makes you stupid, and when you're stupid you're just so easy to manipulate, y'know? God, just look at this messy cunt. You're just lucky I talked to you before someone else did, or you'd probably wind up doing something all sexual for them like some kind of dumb, needy slut." Lori tried to reconcile that kind, caring admonishment with the increasingly lewd exploration of her throbbing pussy, but it was hard when she was so turned on like this. Because being horny made her stupid.

Lori's eyes began to go glassy with confusion as she tried to remember just how she knew that, and why it felt so familiar and intuitive inside her head, and as a result she almost missed what Gina was saying next. "…because dumb little sluts like you need someone to take care of them," she tuned back in just in time to hear, and before she knew it Lori's head bobbed up and down in an unthinking nod that sent a pulse of wild, electric pleasure straight down to her clit. "You're not good at thinking for yourself," Gina continued, and Lori found that she had to agree--every time she tried to make sense of the situation, her mind was dragged right back down to her sopping cunt and the fingers that were beginning to saw in and out of it, and before she knew it she was just staring blankly into space and accepting everything Gina told her. Exactly like every other time they'd done this, and Lori's first climax hit when she realized she'd forget this one too.

Hypnovember Day 2: Roni's Debut

It started with a challenge.

Veronica was smart enough to know that Madison was playing her. There was no other reason she'd be so transparent, inviting her into the Alphas house to get a firsthand look at what she'd done. Madison had been recruiting Veronica for weeks, pestering her to defect from Pi Delta Kappa. "All those brains and they make you treasurer?"

It wasn't like Veronica actually felt undervalued by her sorority. That was definitely not a thing. And it definitely didn't mean anything that, after leaving about a hundred DMs from Madison on read, Veronica finally agreed to check the Alphas out without telling a single one of her sisters.

At that time the public perception of the Alphas was "small sorority, big heads." Madison was dropping fliers all over campus, publishing ads in student publications, making all kinds of idealistic promises to lure unsuspecting pledges to the house. She used words like "family" and "home" and "giving back." Veronica didn't have any reason to doubt that Madison believed her own bullshit, even if she was an ambitious snake. That's why she was completely shocked by what she found in the house.

Things first felt sideways when Claire Petruzzi, the Alphas' last president before Madison, greeted Veronica at the door in this, admittedly cute but ridiculously out of season, bikini top and skirt combo that absolutely popped with color.

"Hiya, Roni," Claire said with a smile that triggered uncanny discomfort in Veronica's brain. She must have been staring because Claire laughed and said, "Do you like my fit? Madison says that it embraces my best qualities."

"Yeah, no, of course," Veronica said. "Just used to the girls in my house going more for...comfort." She certainly felt overdressed in jeans and an oversized sweater.

Claire just laughed, then swung the door wide open in invitation. "Well come on in and we'll start the tour!"

Despite appearances, the Alpha house was like any other sorority house on campus. Most of the girls were off at work, the library, or whatever else a girl could get up to on a college campus, but a few wandered through the halls or lounged around in the living room. They were all in some state of undress, whether it was Claire's bikini or the two freshmen on the couch in their underwear. The girls turned toward around as they passed the living room and they spoke in unison, "Hiya, Roni."

"Uh, hey," she said before they turned their heads back toward the television.

Angelica entered from the kitchen in a pair of lacy black lingerie, a big bowl of reheated Chinese in her hand. She stopped on her way by to push Claire against the wall, forcing her tongue down her throat.

"My room tonight," Angelica whispered.

Claire moaned, "Of course, baby."

Before Angelica turned to head up the stairs to her room, she shot another one of those bright smiles at Veronica and said, "Hiya, Roni!"

By this point any hesitation from Veronica was vastly dwarfed by her curiosity. There was just something so weirdly sinister about the place, like the Alphas were just toys and she'd stepped inside of someone's dollhouse. She had a strong suspicion of whose it was.

The deeper Claire led Veronica into the Alpha house, the more sinister that feeling became. After showing off the kitchen and going over refrigerator etiquette (two more scantily clad Alphas popping in to say, "Hiya, Roni!"), Claire led Veronica upstairs. Veronica heard the moans from the stairwell, and as they moved down the hallway she spotted through an open door Gracie Garcia on the floor, her legs locked with a young brunette's as they scissored, presumably too distracted by the pleasure to recite their "Hiya, Roni" line.

Claire just laughed and pulled the door shut.

Veronica gasped. "Was that your recruitment captain with a pledge?"

"Yeah," Claire said. "She loves breaking the freshmen in."

It wasn't the only bizarre scene unfolding upstairs. Two more Alphas fucked in the shower while Claire showed off the new tile ("Hiya, Roni!"), and the ubiquitous sound of clattering beds behind doors were a nightmare to the senses. Veronica's head was spinning by the time they reached Madison's room.

"What did you to them?" Veronica demanded when Madison stepped out.

"Nice to see you too," Madison laughed. "Did you enjoy the tour?"

Madison was the only Alpha not dressed like she was at a party at the Playboy Mansion. She wore a vintage Thin Lizzy t-shirt and faded jeans, her hair tied up in a lose ponytail. More or less in line with the household fit Veronica had expected.

"What the fuck is going on, Madison?" Veronica demanded. "I come here for a pitch and walk into the fucking Stepfod Wives."

"That's really good!" Madison laughed, pushing by Veronica and taking her by the arm to follow. "I guess it's more like 'The Stepford Sisters, but you're right, Roni. These girls are brainwashed. All of them. See, I just didn't think you'd believe it all in a DM. You had to see for yourself."

Claire followed silently behind as Madison led Veronica back down the stairs, that uncanny smile replacing the absence of feeling on her face.

"I don't understand," Veronica shook her head. "Why are you doing this? Why invite me here?"

The last question caught in her throat. She knew the moment she saw the skimpy clothes and the zombie faces that she wasn't going to leave this house as herself.

"Oh come on, Roni," Madison said. "I told you I had a pitch for you. And I know that you're just dying to know how I did it."

Veronica was smart enough to know that Madison was playing her, and she still followed the bitch into the basement.

"This is where it all happens," Madison ushered her into the dark room.

Veronica gasped.

In the center of the room was a naked young blonde strapped to what looked like an old dentist chair. She'd been leaned back to face the ceiling, a visor fastened over her eyes and a pair of headphones over her ears. She moaned through a sock gag in her mouth, her body rocking in the chair, muscles tensing as the orgasms washed over her. Her perky tits rising and falling with her arching back. A second Alpha was on all fours between her legs, mouth pressed to the young woman's pussy, working diligently with her tongue to push her over the edge.

Veronica was fascinated, studying the display of submission as if she were in the science lab. Claire couldn't hold back the proud smile. Her program had impressed even a Pi Delta Kappa girl!

Madison stepped forward, placing her hand on the head of the Alpha on the floor. "Come on, Daisy, time for rest." she said.

Daisy rose to her feet, her chin glistening with the young woman's sex. Her lips spread into a smile as she said, "Hiya, Roni!"

Claire took her turn next, following Madison's direction and kneeling down before the brainwashed girl's pussy.

"Everyone pitches in here," Madison explained. "This one," she pointed to the girl in the chair. "She'll be our first real outside recruit. Recently we had a bit of a security breach but it's been resolved. I'm very curious to see how the little nuisance takes to her new life.

"Once they've visited the basement the girls have intermittent brainwashings as needed. We have a few headsets that we use upstairs, the chair's just for the less compliant ones."

The only word that Veronica could find as she watched the wicked exhibit was why? Why brainwash all the girls in her sorority? Why take on the other houses? Why bring her here?

"I love all of my sister's equally, Roni." Madison explained. "But they're all just so fucking dumb now! I know, I shouldn't play so hard with my toys, I just can't resist. Claire here was the bad bitch of campus, God, I get so hot just thinking about how much I've shaped her. But that's why I need you, Roni! Because I need something that none of these beautiful girls have anymore: brains. I want you to join us!"

Creepy smiles and bikinis year-round did not appeal to Veronica.

"Fuck you," she said said. "Make me."

She knew it was a poor choice of words, but she was still so stunned by it all.

"I don't think I'll have to," Madison said, her tone shifting to something a little more threatening. "Because you know what happens if you try to leave here. You go under the visor one way or the other."

"Okay," Veronica said, trying to keep her voice level. "What's the other way?"

"A challenge," Madison said. "Don't you want to know how a state quiz bowl champion measures up to my program? I know I do. Even some of the Alphas showed strong resistance, and you're the smartest girl in the smartest sorority. Don't you want to know your mental limits? Fifteen minutes with the program, that's all you have to last. Fifteen minutes and I'll let you walk."

Veronica was smart enough to know that Madison was playing her, but she was in a corner now with no other options. She could take the challenge with the chance to leave, or be forced into submission like the poor girl in the chair.

Madison's smiling face was the first thing Veronica saw when the visor came up from her eyes. The sun shined through the window and she was forced to hold her hand up to shield her adjusting eyes. After a few seconds though, she offered a confident smile. Fifteen minutes under the visor had been a breeze. She'd bested Madison's stupid program and now she was going to tell the bizarre story to the whole

"Hiya, Sister Madison!"

The words just fell out of Veronica's mouth. More natural, more true than any word she'd ever spoken. Her senses came back to her slowly from there. She realized that the bed was warm and damp beneath her. Her body felt sore. It hadn't been fifteen minutes at all.

"How do you feel, Roni?" Madison asked.

"I feel..." Roni started, closing her eyes to relive the last few days of satisfaction. It was as if she could feel every lick washing over her, slowly rewriting her mind.

Roni gripped her tits and moaned, "I feel so fucking goooood..."

Of course Roni wouldn't make her Alphas debut right away. Madison had a very important role for Roni as her little double agent. She returned to Pi Delta Kappa and resumed her duties as sorority treasurer, slowly infiltrating and undermining the Greek Council's efforts to stall the Alphas' rise. When Pi Delta Kappa voted to dissolve their house into the Alphas, they thanked Roni for betraying them. If she felt any regret for turning old friends like Tamika and Antonia into mindless slaves, it was buried so deep inside of her that she couldn't reach it.

After weeks as Madison's double agent, Roni finally got to make her big Alpha debut at a massive house party to celebrate the end of midterms. Roni was anxious as she watched the crowd gathering in the yard.

The young blonde Roni had witnessed being brainwashed in the basement stood next to her, encouraging, "Just breathe, you're going to be amazing." The little nuisance had blossomed into one of Madison's most valuable recruits. "You're smart, you're hot, and you're really fucking slutty."

"Right," Roni nodded, because that was all true.

"Trust your training, follow your inner Alpha, and remember the most important rule..."

"Alpha is everything," Roni recited.

"There is only Alpha," the girl finished, smacking Roni on the ass. "Happy hunting."

As the black robe slipped from her shoulders, Roni felt the rest of Veronica melt away. Her body exposed to the floor, she took a breath and stepped into the party.

It started with a challenge, and she was so fucking happy to have lost.

It was the end of the night, and of course Ellie deserved aftercare. Blaine turned off the vibrating massager tied to her thigh, eliciting a querulous mewl that was about the closest thing the young woman could come to expressing a thought by this point, and with a warm wet washcloth he began to gently clean the spatters of semen off of her face and chest. "That's right, beginning to come back now, there's a good girl," he cooed as he worked, careful not to give her jutting brown nipples too much attention for fear of sending her right back into that same state of feral arousal that had consumed her for most of the evening.

Once Ellie was cleaned up, Blaine began to undo the ropes that held her upright. He made sure to support her with a bit of his own body weight, just so that when she sagged forward she wouldn't wind up in an uncomfortable position--Blaine knew from long experience that his girlfriend was usually pretty floppy for a while after a party like this, even when she did come back up to something approximating consciousness, and he wanted to make sure she didn't wind up slumped over with her head between her own knees or something. Nights like this were supposed to need recovery the next morning, not a heating pad applied to the lower back for three days.

He hauled her limp, unresisting body up onto the bed, then adjusted the video camera to reflect the new angle before joining her--Blaine was a little surprised the first time Ellie asked him to make sure the aftercare was included in the footage, but after seeing it himself he totally understood why. It was some of the most beautiful film they wound up shooting, each and every time, because even though Ellie was beautiful when she was hypnotized and mindless and swallowing every cock presented to her she was even more beautiful when she was cuddly and sleepy and dumb. Just watching the way she clung to him like a teddy bear while he murmured, "Time for Ellie to be Ellie again," and similar affectionate wakeners, gave the both of them warm fuzzy feelings every time they watched it.

He kept holding her and petting her until she managed to mumble, "S'all over?" in the sleepy voice of a child being bundled into the car after a trip to Grandma's, and then he began to engage her conscious mind with some conversation about the bits of the party Ellie missed while she was being turned into a free-use fuckdoll for the benefit of anyone who wanted one. He told her about the outfit Sheldon wore, and the way Marcy wound up answering, "That sounds lovely," as her only response for the entire evening, and very gradually he helped her come out of her warm, wonderful fugue state and see herself as a human being again. As always, she remembered very little of her own experiences beyond a fog of pure ecstasy, but he promised her they caught the whole thing on camera so she could see herself being used.

Then it was time to make sure she had something to eat besides just a parade of cocks and pussies, and they ordered takeout and held each other until it got there before Blaine fed his good girl by hand. After that she was ready for a nice, long night of restorative sleep, but Blaine made sure to hold her all night long. Because above all else, Ellie deserved to know that she was loved.

Life of A Drone:

Though it isn’t uncommon for a subjects partner to coerce them into the conversion process, many eagerly choose to undergo the procedure.

Oh shit. Carrie was asleep again. Donna felt her body coming to a halt, the action seeming to come from somewhere outside her own conscious intention, and she turned to stare at the blonde woman lying supine on the mattress mere feet away. She wasn't really asleep, of course, and Donna knew that, but she was so deeply hypnotized that she was utterly oblivious to her surroundings and she had no idea she'd left her bedroom door open again while she was getting off to her weird, freaky kink. And that made Donna's clit throb with anticipation, because Donna had her own weird freaky kinks she only discovered once she saw her roommate looking like this and she already knew before it even happened that she was going to give in to them again.

Because Carrie did look so pretty lying naked there, limp as a ragdoll with a toy buzzing away inside her cunt. Because she always went so deep for her hypnotist that she didn't even remember what happened to her during her sessions. Because she and her so-called 'Master' didn't do video chats, so whoever he was he wouldn't even know if Donna walked into the room and just… and just…. Donna felt herself moving the moment the thought entered her head, her body stepping across the threshold like she was only a passenger and her pussy was making all the decisions now. Her fingers fumbled their way out of every last stitch of clothing, She felt guilty, yes, but the guilt was muffled under a constant rumble of lust that almost completely drowned it out.

She clambered onto the bed, keeping as quiet as possible to prevent the hypnotist on the other end of the audio connection from hearing, and settled herself onto Carrie's slack, expressionless face. The man Carrie called Master kept talking, doing his programming or conditioning or whatever it was Carrie got off to, but Donna was already tuning him out--her whole mind was on the pulsing throb in her clit and the way Carrie's well-trained, obedient brain instinctively supplied her with the correct course of action the moment she had a cunt to pleasure. Carrie's kink was being turned into a service girl, her holes instantly and immediately available for anyone who wanted to use them to get off, and even though Donna couldn't really understand it she couldn't pretend she didn't get dripping wet whenever she thought of her roommate so readily available like that.

It was just so hot to kneel there, grinding her cunt against Carrie's face, looking down and seeing nothing more than a blank and mindless slave with no thoughts beyond pleasuring Donna's pussy. It made her feel so powerful to straddle an obedient fucktoy whose will no longer even existed, and even though she had a lot of complicated feelings about the way she was using her roommate like a sex toy with increasing frequency they always seemed to fade away into a constant boom of warm, wet lust that drowned out every other thought in her mind whenever she saw Carrie lying there like that. Donna felt almost like she'd been enslaved by her own desires, but of course that was foolish.

She wasn't hypnotized, after all. That was Carrie. Carrie was the one who always sank deeper for Master, deep until she was an empty fucktoy for Donna to play with, and Donna was just grateful that whoever this man was he did such a good job of making her utterly insensate. Honestly she wanted to thank him for whatever he was doing to the woman he was enslaving, thank him any way she could, and if Donna realized exactly how deep her feelings of gratitude ran then another orgasm quickly erased that understanding. She simply knelt there, gasping, "Thank you, Master," over and over again, until finally her pussy was sated and she rolled off to lie exhausted next to her roommate.

It took Becki a surprisingly long time to figure out what was wrong with the kitchen. She put it down to her own groggy, befuddled mental state at first--the night before was kind of a blur, and she couldn't really remember much of anything after arriving at the bar even though the squishy, sated feeling between her legs suggested the evening had been a happy one at least. That should have alarmed Becki; she wasn't a big drinker, and certainly not prone to the kind of blackouts that elided even the memory of her first drink. But she was so numb and drowsy that she couldn't even process her emotions, and she decided that making breakfast had to take precedence over everything. She unslung the apron from the hook on the wall and got to work.

But her fuzzy, feeble brain kept getting confused. The eggs weren't in the same place she usually put them, and the bacon was down in a drawer at the very bottom of the fridge instead of conveniently resting on the top shelf the way she swore she'd stored it after her last trip to the grocery store. The pots and pans were in a cabinet, not hanging on the wall, and Becki went into three drawers looking for the knives before she finally noticed them in a butcher's block on the counter. The cobwebs cluttering up her head made everything into a weird, befuddling mess, to the point where she stood there staring in vacant stupefaction at the coffee maker for almost a solid minute before she finally managed to figure out how to make it work.

It wasn't until she realized she was making a double portion of everything that it finally clicked in Becki's brain--she was cooking for two, and she was cooking for two because there was a second person who existed only as a vague, inchoate presence in her memories, and if there was a second person then there might have been a second place as well and…. "This isn't my house," she mumbled, the dreamy astonishment in her voice almost as much at her own inability to think her way through something that should have been immediately obvious as it was at the unfamiliar location. How had she possibly failed to notice for so long? What was so wrong with her sluggish, simple mind?

The answer came to her as a hand on the small of her back, pushing Becki forward and posing her like a doll until she was bent over in front of the sink with her arms braced against the counter and her cunt perfectly positioned to accept Lonnie's cock. "Breakfast sounds good, babe," he murmured, pushing into her still-slick pussy with a single thrust and pounding her from behind in a way that felt disconcertingly familiar. "But why don't we just take a little time to get you all nice and domesticated first, huh?" He gripped her hips as he railed her, making Becki's tits jiggle and quake inside the apron, and she had a vague memory of that same husky baritone talking to her all night long but it felt too good to really think about it. She didn't need to wonder where she was, not when she could cook and clean and fuck her troubles away.

Becki didn't get to cooking for a good half-hour or so, and when she finally ate it was sitting on the floor at Lonnie's feet while she stared helplessly up at the bulge in his jeans. It turned out to be a Saturday, not that Becki really remembered, and that meant her new Master had two full days to help her get used to her new home… and to the new kitchen she'd be spending a lot of her time in.

"Hi, I… uhhh… you're new here." It's not exactly the most incisive statement, but I kind of suspect the woman talking to me has other things on her mind right now. She's humping a dildo that's been suction-cupped to the low wall between the shower room and the lockers, one foot on the floor and the other foot on the ceramic tiles as she grinds her pussy down on the molded silicone cock between her thighs, and I can't stop staring at the way her taut stomach undulates with every thrust. She's lithe and athletic in exactly the way I wanted to be when I signed up for this health club, but I'd be telling a lie if I said that was why I couldn't look away.

I can't look away because she's so fucking sexy with her long dark hair clinging to her face in the sultry warmth of the locker room, because my tongue lolls out involuntarily at the sight of her slick pink pussy swallowing the dildo again and again in thoughtless lust. I remind myself that I'm straight, but the notion fails to gain any real purchase on my fascinated mind and when I answer it's in the same tone of stupefied, distracted arousal she spoke to me with. "Umm, yeah, I, uhh… wow," I mumble, my words slurred by my inability to close my mouth properly, and although I finish with, "Claire," I don't know if I'm making enough sense to convey that it's my actual name. My lips have better things to do than form phonemes.

It takes maybe a minute for my words to get all the way from the other woman's ears to her brain, but when they do she grins a dopey grin and says, "Hi Claire! I'm, like, Joan?" Somehow she manages to add a fillip of uptalk even to her own name, making it sound like she's legitimately unsure of anything that doesn't involve fucking a sex toy in the middle of a semi-public place, but I find that I'm not shocked or horrified by her completed descent into vapid, horny indolence. I'm more envious than anything, wishing I was already naked and already getting my pussy filled, and the strangeness of the situation grasps for some kind of fingerhold on my increasingly smooth and simple mind only to slide off and away. My foot lowers to the floor, and I only realize after the impulse has totally faded that I was planning to turn and leave. Why would I possibly want to do that?

I drop my gym bag to the floor and begin to take my clothes off, but it has nothing to do with getting changed. I just don't want a single stitch of confining fabric against my body anymore, and even though the prospect of other women seeing my pooched belly and chunky thighs was the biggest anxiety when I came here I discover that I don't care anymore about modesty. I want Joan to drink in the sight of my heavy tits and plump, flushed labia, and I want her to tell me that I'm desirable to her… and I know that she will, because I can hear a voice like music in the back of my head telling me that every woman is beautiful here. I'm going to get stronger and faster as I train my body, but no matter what I wind up looking like we'll all want to fuck each other. That's surprisingly fulfilling.

Another woman walks up behind me, one with an equally stupefied stare and an equally befuddled voice. "Wow, you look pretty," she says, her arms snaking around my chest to play with my puffy pink nipples, and I let out the first of many moans at the way her fingers feel against my sensitized skin. I can just barely manage to notice the music playing from the speakers all around us, and to recognize its effects… but it feels better to let that awareness go and open my mind up to my programming, so I do that instead. And the blonde behind me makes sure I never regret it.