Dane Feeds Hanna Something Special
It was the way he held Hanna's head that finally broke her. She just felt so limp and floppy by then, so completely and totally drained into lethargic euphoria by the hypnotic spiral Dane showed her that he literally had to open her mouth up and slowly, lasciviously feed her his cock one inch at a time until it was resting against the back of her throat. Her eyes were barely open by then, and she wasn't really seeing anything except for the constant swirl of pretty colors inside her mind, but she was at least notionally aware of what he was doing and it ultimately sank home just how deeply entranced she was when she realized she couldn't even muster the energy to bob her head up and down on his prick.
It wasn't even that she didn't want to. By the time Dane slid the plump, twitching head of his stiff cock past her lips and into her yielding mouth, his words had already gone so deep into her thoughtless mind that she didn't even question her newfound desire to turn herself into a brainless, horny blowjob puppet who came every time she tasted semen on her tongue. But she was just so sleepy, and her body felt so heavy, and even the cataleptic stage she'd entered early on when she curled her unresisting fingers around the screen of his phone and held the spiral up to her own face so he could play with her slick pussy while he brainwashed her was long gone. Hanna's arms were limp at her sides, her body lay sprawled on the mattress in Dane's bedroom, and her throat was nothing more than a fleshlight for him to fuck.
Discovering that she was too weak and helpless even to succumb to her conditioning made something inside Hanna crumble, something she wouldn't understand until she woke up much later with her mind fully aligned to Dane's hypnotic suggestions. There was just something so pathetic about being so utterly defenseless against the spiral that she couldn't even suck cock properly that she instantly knew it was pointless to try resisting anything Dane told her--she didn't have the energy to obey, let alone to push back against the insidious programming working its way into her feeble, barely functional mind. She was just a socket for his thrusting prick, a limp body for him to skullfuck until he got his rocks off, and from there it was simply a natural descent into her new role as his plaything.
She barely even twitched when Dane shot his load into her mouth, even though inside her head Hanna was experiencing the kind of fireworks she only got when she broke out the weed gummies and her favorite clitsucking vibrator, but Dane must have known she was cumming because he sighed out, "Good girl," in a groaning, sated murmur, and rolled her onto her side so she could see the phone again. She lay there against the pillow, semen trickling past her slack lips, eyes little more than slits now as she refocused on the spiral without so much as a flicker of resistance, and everything flowed into her mind so smoothly and naturally that she didn't notice the trance deepening into true sleep. But when she woke, she knew who she belonged to.
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