“I–I don’t understand,” Sabre whimpered, her eyes rolling back in her head as Falchion’s talented tongue swirled on her clit. “This, this shouldn’t be possible. We’ve all had…” She let out a choking gasp as Falchion suckled the sensitive nub of flesh, derailing her train of thought almost before it could depart. “…um, hhhhad hyp. Hypnotic. Resistance. Training.” Sabre struggled to recall the training now. It seemed abstract and meaningless compared to the sensations between her legs. “Doctor Eskrima, you… you certified us yourself!”
Doctor Eskrima nuzzled her way along Sabre’s cheekbone to whisper in her ear. “I did, didn’t I? You’re one hundred percent guaranteed to be completely immune to the effects of Lady Whisper’s lesbian seduction techniques.” Her warm breath sent shivers down Sabre’s spine. “Just like me. Just like Falchion.” Eskrima glanced down at the midnight-dark skin contrasting vividly with Sabre’s pale, creamy thighs. “And yet, I’m obediently teasing your nipples while Falchion licks your cunt into submission to Lady Whisper’s will. What does that tell you, pretty girl?”
Sabre tried to struggle, but her limbs felt like they were moving through treacle. It was child’s play for the other two agents to overpower her and drag her back into position. “I know what it tells me,” Doctor Eskrima purred, nibbling lightly on Sabre’s earlobes as she spoke. “It tells me that Lady Whisper is irresistible. It tells me that no matter how strong-willed you think you are, she’ll always find a way through your defenses. It tells me that it’s only a matter of time before your mind crumbles and your thoughts melt into blissful surrender. You’re already so far along, my sweet little slut. You can’t fight it much longer, can you?”
“Oh, I, ohhh…” Sabre’s defiance melted into a vacant moan as Falchion’s long, limber tongue spiked all the way down Sabre’s slick channel and deep into her cunt. Still, she struggled. She focused back on the videos they showed her in Hypnotic Resistance Training, trying to shut out the sensations of Falchion’s intense tongue-fucking and Eskrima’s tweaking, tugging touches against her nipples and let the subliminal counter-programming do its work. She knew Eskrima had to be wrong. She had absolute faith in her training. She had utter certainty that she was immune to hypnosis.
“Of course you do,” Eskrima purred, in response to words Sabre didn’t even know she was saying. “Because I programmed you to. Do you remember now? What the subliminals told you?” She rolled Sabre’s nipples between her thumb and forefinger almost lazily. “They described a moment. A moment when you would realize that Lady Whisper’s power was stronger than your will, stronger than my training, stronger than any resistance. Do you remember what they said you would feel at that moment?”
Sabre’s eyelids fluttered shut. In her mind, she saw only the gaps between the frames, the messages that flashed past too quickly to be recalled by the conscious mind. Her thoughts slowed down, and the images slowed down with them, until she could see every word from within the depths of trance. And finally, a word escaped her lips. “Pleasure,” she said helplessly, her hips straining to push Falchion’s tongue deeper inside her. “S-so much pleasure…”
Eskrima laughed. “That’s right, pretty girl. That pleasure is obedience. And it’s never letting you go.” She laughed again, the last sound that Sabre remembered as her mind finally went dark.
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