The amber glow of the pub barely registered with Chloe and Madison as they stumbled in from the cold, their heels clicking against the worn floorboards. Both twenty-one and convinced the world existed solely for their amusement, they settled into a booth near the back, still giggling from the three cocktails they'd consumed during dinner.
"I still can't believe Professor Saunders actually thinks people can be hypnotized with a stupid candle and some counting," Madison scoffed, tossing her platinum blonde hair over her shoulder. She was studying the menu with the intensity of someone who'd already decided what she wanted.
Chloe, petite with sharp black hair cut into a severe bob, snorted. "Seriously. Like anyone's actually susceptible to that nonsense. It's all placebo and people desperate for attention." She flagged down the server with a lazy wave. "Two more gin and tonics."
Their drinks arrived, and Chloe's dark eyes landed on the thick pillar candle flickering between them. A smirk played at her lips. "You know what? I bet you the next round that I could hypnotize you right here, right now."
Madison rolled her eyes dramatically. "Oh please. Fine. Waste your breath. But when it doesn't work, you're buying."
Chloe leaned forward, her voice dropping into what she imagined was a soothing, authoritative tone. "Watch the flame, Madison. Just watch it. See how it dances? How it flickers? Back and forth... back and forth..."
Madison snorted but found her gaze drawn to the warm yellow light all the same. The pub was quiet, the background noise fading into a dull hum. The candle's flame seemed to pulse in time with her breathing.
"Your eyes are getting heavy," Chloe continued, feeling strangely detached from herself. The alcohol made her head swim pleasantly, and the flame seemed to expand, filling her vision. "So heavy... so hard to keep them open..."
"Shut up, you're not actually..." Madison started, but her protest died in her throat. The flame was so warm. So rhythmic. She blinked slowly, her eyelids suddenly made of lead.
Chloe was supposed to be the hypnotist, but she hadn't expected the candle to be so mesmerizing. She was staring too, her words becoming slower, more slurred. "And when I count to three... you'll be completely... under... one... "
Neither girl noticed their shoulders relaxing, their mouths falling slightly open, their eyes glazing over as they stared at the dancing light. They were frozen, two statues locked in mutual descent, the candle's flame reflecting in their vacant stares.
The counting slowed almost to a crawl, Chloe struggling to remember what came after two.
From a nearby table, Sarah watched the pair with astonished glee.
Sarah was a junior who'd spent the last two semesters enduring Chloe and Madison's casual cruelty; the whispered jokes about her secondhand clothes, the "accidental" knocking of her books in the hallway, the smirks whenever she answered questions correctly in psych lectures. She'd been nursing a craft beer and reading when she'd overheard their conversation, watching with growing interest as their little experiment had backfired spectacularly.
She approached the booth quietly, her heart hammering against her ribs. This was insane. This was wrong. This was also the most perfect opportunity the universe had ever handed her.
"Three," she said with a snap of her fingers.
Both girls eyes closed immediately and their heads dropped forward onto their chests.
"Girls," she whispered, sliding into the seat beside Chloe. Both girls swayed slightly but remained locked on the flame, their minds floating in that suggestible space between awareness and sleep. "Can you hear me?"
"Yes..." they breathed in unison, voices distant and dreamy.
Sarah's hands trembled, but she pressed on. "The flame has made you feel so good. So relaxed. But when you wake up, you're going to be such good students. Such obedient school girls."
"Obedient..." Chloe murmured.
"Good students..." Madison echoed.
"Every time you obey a command, you'll feel a little spike of pleasure. A little thrill. It'll feel so good to be good."
Both girls shivered, their lips parting in soft sighs.
"And whenever you hear the words 'class' or 'study,' you'll feel yourself getting warm. Aroused. Turned on by the idea of being diligent little students."
Sarah leaned closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "When the professor asks if there are any questions, one of you must raise your hand. You must ask something. You won't know why, but you'll need to. Even if it's the dumbest, most bone-headed bimbo-brained question you can think of."
She paused, watching their faces for any sign of resistance. There was none; just peaceful, vacant acceptance.
"And when the professor says your names, either Chloe or Madison, you'll cum. Hard. Instantly. Right there in your seat. Hard enough to make you moan. Hard enough to make you squirt right there in your pants. And you'll remember nothing about tonight. Nothing about me. You'll just wake up even more convinced that hypnosis is all a crock of shit."
The pair sat, eyes still closed tight.
"Do you understand, you fucking cunts?"
"We understand," the pair said together.
Sarah had the pair count to fifteen out loud and wake when they finished. By the time their eyes opened, Sarah was back in her seat, turned away from them to remain unseen.
"Told you it wouldn't work," Madison said, rubbing her temples. "Now I believe you owe me a drink."
Chloe waved her hand dismissively. "Whatever. Next time. Let's get out of here. I need to study a bit tonight still before class tomorrow."
At the words, both girls felt a sudden heat between their legs, a pleasant tension they couldn't explain. They shifted in their seats, exchanging confused glances before shrugging it off.
Sarah watched them leave, a small, satisfied smile playing at her lips.
The next day, the lecture hall was packed. Professor Saunders stood at the front, gesturing toward a diagram of neural pathways on the projector screen.
"Now, regarding the susceptibility scales we discussed yesterday," he began, pacing slowly. "Are there any questions?"
Chloe's hand shot up before she could stop it. She blinked, confused. She hadn't meant to raise her hand - she hadn't really even been paying attention - but her body moved of its own accord. In her panic, she tried to come up with something to ask that wouldn't sound like nonsense.
"Yes, Chloe?" the professor asked.
As soon as he said her name, she gasped, her body convulsing in her seat. She bit her lip hard, her face flushing crimson as waves of pleasure crashed through her. She gripped the desk, trembling, while Madison stared at her in shock. Then both girls let out long, loud moans as violent orgasms overtook them.
"Are you alright?" Professor Saunders asked, shocked.
"Fine!" Chloe squeaked, her voice an octave higher. "Just... things just clicked... I get it now..."
Madison's yoga pants suddenly bore a dark stain on the crotch. Liquid trickled down Chloe's leg beneath her skirt.
"Perhaps you two should - ah - go get some rest?"
The girls didn't really hear him, minds still reeling from the sudden attack.
They screamed this time. Chloe gripped the back of the chair in front of her. Madison threw her head back, hands involuntarily grasping at her chest. All eyes were on them as they fled from the hall, leaving identical wet pools on the seats they abandoned.
Sarah took notes quietly from the third row, never looking up, the corner of her mouth twitching with a smile.
This story was originally requested on my old blog by anon with the following ask:
"A couple of women in their mid 20's are on a night out. They are having fun and relaxing when they decide to jokingly try hypnotism. One of them attempts to hypnotise the other, but they both manage to fall into a trance.
Someone nearby recognises this and takes advantage of the opportunity. This person is on the same university course as the women and had been treated by them as somewhat beneath them.
The person makes it so that whenever they do what someone asks them, they feel pleasured as though they had just been masturbating. They also make it so that hearing certain words or phrases make them more aroused, while a select few words and phrases in particular make them cum."
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