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You Meet the Most Interesting People Working in Community Theater

"I think we need to talk about these silly little notions of yours," Becca murmured, her sultry voice rendered infinitely more seductive by the two fingers buried in Susan's cunt all the way up to the knuckle. "Now, you were telling me you were straight just an hour ago, and I think that's so adorable of you, but I don't think it really fits the facts, do you? I think it's really better to describe you as a needy bisexual slut who's so desperate for a big hard cummie that she can't keep her hands off her tits while I finger her pussy, and you have to admit--that suits you so much better, doesn't it?"

Susan tried to reply, even though her muddled brain wasn't sure whether she planned to spit back some useless defiance or simply beg for the climax she could feel pressing in on her, but her words were obliterated even in the privacy of her own head when Becca's thumb found Susan's clit and rubbed her to an explosive grunt of pure ecstasy. Susan's fingers pinched her own nipple so hard it practically hurt, desperate to add that tiny little extra bit of sensation she knew would get her over the edge, but Becca was a master at reading people and refused to give it to her. She kept Susan right where she wanted her, the whole time, waiting for an admission Susan knew it would be a mistake to give.

And she was so fucking nice about it, too. "Ohhh, sweetie!" she cooed, the words dripping with mock sympathy even as her eyes drank in the sight of Susan's desperate thrashing with playful amusement sparkling in their depths. "I know, it's so hard for you being all stuck like that, isn't it? Don't worry, I know I can help you. All you need to do is tell me the truth, just say you're a bisexual slut and you need me to make you cum, and I can make all that frustration go away. Don't you want that, baby girl? Don't you want to stop needing this so much?" Susan's eyelids squeezed shut, and her back arched on the prop bed they were supposed to be getting out of storage for the summer play. She knew there was no way out of this except to admit defeat, but she didn't know where that would lead so she tried her best to hold onto her only ally--silence.

She failed. Susan didn't know how long it took, because time lost all meaning when Becca was playing with her cunt like that, but eventually she heard a thin, reedy whimper gasping out, "I… I'm a bisexual slut…." and she realized the voice belonged to her. It completed the dissociation she'd been drifting into ever since Becca began touching her, convincing her fully that she was nothing more than a passenger in her own body watching her descent into lesbian submission, and she gave up trying to fight anymore as she heard herself say, "And I need you to make me cum." It didn't seem real, none of it did, but the orgasm she experienced was very real and it was the best climax she'd ever had in her entire life.

It wasn't nearly enough to sate her, though, and soon she was weakly grasping at Becca's wrist in a pathetic effort to keep the other woman's hand inside her cunt. "Oh, does my good girl need some more?" Becca chuckled, clearly expecting exactly this kind of submissive behavior now that the first violent cracks had shown in Susan's resistance. "Well, I think she's going to have to earn it. I think she's going to have to tell me just what she's willing to do for another big, strong cummie like that." The use of the third person only intensified Susan's dissociation from her own identity, and she found herself dazedly agreeing with Becca's words as if they were talking about someone else entirely. There were still six whole weeks before the play even premiered, and Susan was now fully certain that by the time it wrapped production she'd be nothing more than a helpless slave to the woman fingering her slick pussy.

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Kendra Explains How It Was Done

"…holy shit…." Dane whispered, not daring to raise his voice too loud from fear of accidentally snapping Gigi out of whatever spell she was under. Kendra looked over at him, wearing the same sympathetically smug grin she broke out when she used to shark him out of all his money every Friday night at the pool hall in the student union, and held out her hand. Dane dropped a ten into her outstretched palm, although privately he knew he probably would have paid about three times that to see Gigi suckling away at Kendra's bared breasts with an expression of mindless devotion on her blankly hypnotized face. "…how did you do it?" he asked at last, still keeping his tone hushed and unable to wring the awe fully from it while he watched Gigi's lips thoughtlessly pursing around the stiff nipple in her mouth.

Kendra chuckled. "Honestly? She did about half of it to herself." Her tone, in contrast to Dane's, was wry and conversational, clearly holding no concern that she might accidentally rouse her roommate from her entranced state. "We were watching some stupid TV show one night in the dorms, and there was this scene where the evil spymaster had captured a double agent and put her in front of a hypnosis machine to make her betray her allies or something. And I thought it was silly and boring, so I turned to say something to Gigi, and she was, like… fascinated. Really fascinated, like she couldn't look away from the screen. She came out of it once they stopped showing the spiral, but I could tell something about that got to her."

She moved Gigi's head from one breast to the other, and even though she sounded casual the way her nipple stood up told Dane this was probably getting her motor running at least a little. "So I found a gif of a spiral that looked just like the one on the TV show, and the next night I made a joke about finding a clip from that series she liked so much and I showed it to her. And, like, I barely even had to do anything. She just started staring, and because it was a gif it just kept going round and round and she never had a chance to really think about what she was doing. She just kind of got lost in it. After that it was just a matter of talking to her in a soothing voice. Pretty soon she was just nodding along to everything I said."

Dane was getting so hard he practically wanted to rub one out right there in the middle of the living room, but as weird as the situation was he still felt like it would be kind of creepy to jack off to it. "And y'know, I put a trigger in there so I could drop her whenever I wanted, and I made her forget it ever happened, and every once in a while I got her to have a little, um, fun with me." Kendra gave a sheepish little shrug, as though she wasn't describing the process of brainwashing her roommate into an obedient sex toy. "And, like, I never have to do chores anymore, so that part's nice. Why did you ask? Did you want to learn how to do it too, or did you want to try going under for me?" Dane's cheeks reddened under his blond beard, as he discovered he kind of wanted both… and in the moment, he wasn't entirely sure which he desired more.

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