figured it was about time to make one of these posts so hiya, i'm oshi! i'm bisexual, 27, and i'm fairly shy and very new to participating in this side of tumblr, though i've been lurking for quite a bit! (yes, i am actually a virgin for real)
still discovering new things about myself but so far i'm into:
hypno
overstim
somno
praise (please call me a good girl đ„ș)
slight degradation
corruption
nipple play
nursing
my absolute limits are:
any bodily fluids other than cum
necrophilia
raceplay
dni if you are underage pls and thank you, i will block you (along with racists or transphobes, i have no time or patience for you)
i welcome any and all messages! <3
edit 3/2/2025, saw lots of people with this on their blogs so i decided to give it a try! :3
"Say, Emily, did you know that we've been hypnotizing you?" The very instant Emily tried to engage with the question, she found her eyes rolling back in her head as the memories of trance wrapped around her suddenly sleepy mind and brought her back to the moment she dropped for Kathleen so vividly that all the strength went out of her limbs and she went floppy and limp with exhaustion. She felt Jean's arms go around her as she sagged to the floor, cushioning her fall and bringing her to rest a bit more comfortably, but she couldn't really think about what her friend's confident expectation of Emily's utter boneless collapse actually meant because she was too busy sinking deeper and deeper into peace and pleasure.
"That's a good girl," Kathleen cooed, leaning in and giving Emily a kiss on her vacantly parted lips before reaching under the limp young woman's skirt and caressing her soft pink pussy lips. Emily remembered only in that moment just how often she'd been forgetting to wear panties lately, and she felt an overwhelming surge of arousal both at the notion of obeying the hidden command lurking away in the back of her mind and at the idea of hiding it in the first place. Emily always felt better the more she obeyed, and she'd been feeling so good lately that it was no surprise Kathleen's fingers came away slick to the touch. Jean began playing with Emily's nipples through her shirt, and that simply added on to the pile-up of ecstasy in Emily's befuddled brain.
"You want this so much, don't you?" Kathleen panted between kisses, her breath warm and gentle against Emily's mouth. "You want to be our good girl, you want to cum your brains out for us, you want to obey more and more every single day." Emily was too busy moaning to talk, the weak and kittenish whimpers the closest she could get to expressing her feelings, but she knew it was all true--she'd been hypnotized into agreeing with it, but the hypnosis only worked because it found a seed of deep and potent submission all the way down at the very bottom of her sense of self and so whatever resistance she might have tried to summon up simply found no purchase. Emily enjoyed being a lesbian slut for two of the hottest women on campus. That wasn't something her subconscious was interested in fighting.
"Good girl, deeper and deeper," Jean purred softly, as Kathleen arranged her body to conceal a bit of what she was doing under Emily's skirt. To anyone casually glancing in their direction, it would just be a group of friends hanging out in an atmosphere of amiable intimacy between classes, and the spot Emily had unthinkingly allowed herself to be steered to was secluded enough that they wouldn't get anything more than casual attention⊠which meant she was going to lie here for hours, limp and insensate and plummeting into endless fathoms of pleasure, while her friends hypnotized her and brainwashed her and made her ever more completely theirs. Just the concept made Emily's pussy clench tightly around Kathleen's intruding fingers⊠and even though she was too relaxed to make a big display of her climax, Emily could tell from the knowing chuckles of her secret lovers that she wasn't hiding her ecstasy from them.
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"I'm sorry for being so horny all the time," you whine. "I don't wanna bother you, but..."
"Aww, puppy," I purr. I push softly on your chest, and you fall into bed. "Do you need something?"
"Um... Can you fuck me?" you ask, blushing prettily, looking away.
I climb into bed next to you and pull your head gently to my chest, smiling.
"If I ever say no to that," I say, stroking your hair, "shoot me. I've been replaced."
"Are you sure?" You look up at me and bite your lip, eyes pleading.
I take one of your hands and guide it between my legs, where you feel me already throbbing through my clothes. "I'm sure, sweetheart." You let out a sound somewhere between a moan and a whimper as you paw at it, wrapping your fingers around the heat and stroking me slowly.
I kiss you, reclining further into our bed, and grope your chest with one hand as I taste your tongue on mine. I'm already losing control, beginning to moan and pant into your mouth. I roll us over, climbing on top of you, and I hook an arm under your shoulder so I can hold your head with one hand while I kiss you, grind on you, feel your loveliness fill my hands and my mouth and my entire mind.
You bite my lip. "Ow, fuck," I reply, grinning, feeling the sensitive, rising mark. "You've got sharp teeth, huh, puppy?" I look you in the eyes and slide my thumb into your mouth, feeling how sharp they are, the same predatory grin broad on my face. You bite down, hard, and harder, and I hiss in pain and appreciation.
You cover your eyes with one hand, and I lean back. "Stop looking at me like that," you whine.
"Like what, baby?"
I stroke your hair while you hesitate. "Like you're gonna eat me," you say softly, blushing.
"Aww, puppy." I lean in, my beard soft on your face as I press my lips up against your ear, and whisper, "I am gonna eat you."
I twist my fingers into your hair to prevent you from moving as I bite down into your neck. You cry out and try to push me away, but you could never do that. I suck in as hard as I can, trying on purpose to leave you with a deep purple uncomfortable-to-explain bruise. I bite down sharply just before I let go, and you sob just once.
"Please, ow," you begin to say, but I ignore you, seeking the meat of your shoulder to clench in my jaws. Your wail of pain carries the undercurrent of a moan, and I feel you buck your hips up against my thigh, between your legs. I pinch your nipple with my free hand and shove my knee up between your legs, crushing into you, feeling the warmth and wetness of your growing desire.
I pull away reluctantly, only so I can strip. We're both panting, and you look at me with the adoration of an acolyte for their god, a dog for its master. As I pull my pants down, your eyes fixate between my legs, and I slow down. I expose my cock inch by inch, watching the ravenous look on your face as I do, before I finally pull them down far enough and my cock springs free, bouncing up, swaying in the soft light of my bedroom, and you make that moaning whimper again.
I climb back into bed and you obediently lay down, spreading your perfect thighs for me. I trail my gaze along the soft, angelic skin of your inner thighs, and swallow the urge to take a bite out of you. I shift forwards, and we both gaze â in admiration for me, apprehension for you â at how deep inside you I'm about to reach. I slide two fingers into your mouth, feeling your pretty, pretty lips, and, as I've trained you, you suck on them, getting them nice and wet. I place my hand on your cheek, and you nuzzle into it. I trail my fingertips down your neck, your chest, your tummy... I slap my heavy, heavy cock down onto your sensitive cunt a few times before I tease your entrance with my fingers. I usually give you some time to warm up, but... I line myself up, and push inside.
Or I try to. Your eyes widen in panic and you gasp, "oh, fuck," and clutch at my chest, my neck. I pull back, then push again, insistent, a few times. You are so tight around my cock that it feels almost sharp as I force you to spread for me, my thick, throbbing tip. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," you pant, the exertion of trying to fit me and the ecstasy of succeeding contorting your beautiful features.
The moment I feel that you've taken the head, I push all the rest of myself inside. You throw your head back, moaning loudly, legs twitching around my hips. I lay there, crushing into you, waiting for you to regain the ability to speak.
"Haa, mmmfuck, mmm," you moan, the last sound rising to a piteous pitch. Your legs are up around my waist, and your arms are up around my neck. "That's not fair, big bro," you complain.
"Oh, puppy, what's not fair? That I'm so big?"
"Mhmm!" I notice that you forgot how to speak again, and it makes me throb. I start pulling out, relishing your grip on me as I pull allllllllll the way back, and I listen raptly at the little noises you make as I work the tip inside again... before slamming it all the way in a second time. You recover faster, but I still have plenty of time to stroke your cheek before you stop convulsing. And then I start fucking you, slowly, gently. All the way out, and all the way in, crushing your cervix. All the way out, all the way in, listening to your heavy breathing. All the way out, all the way in, whispering encouragement to you. You're doing so well, I know, baby, I know, pretty boy, I know it's so big and it hurts so much, but you're doing such a goooooood job taking it, taking it all, taking your big brother's dick all the way to the hilt, even though it hurts your little puppy cunt to be so stretched and so full, even after these months and months of taking me it's barely gotten any easier, it still hurts when I ram into your cervix... but it's not enough for you, is it?
No, it's not, because you're a fucking degenerate pervert. This soft, gentle sex couldn't possibly be enough for you. It doesn't hurt enough. So you work up your nerve and ask, "can you use me like a fleshlight?"
And like a switch was flipped, I start pounding you. Your entire body is driven back with each thrust, your perfect tits bouncing wildly as I rail you, your puppy pussy electric as your big brother slams in and out, in and out, spearing your cervix, crushing your womb, filling you so fucking much with every thrust. You're moaning, whining, howling, now, half-formed words choked out between sobs, every breath staccato with exhalations driven from your lungs by my cruel, bullying cock. I cover your mouth with one hand, and your eyes flick open.
"Fleshlights don't talk," I growl.
I feel your thighs squeeze tight against my waist as you orgasm. I don't slow down even a little bit as you do â in fact, I speed up. I haven't cum yet. If you're gonna be my fleshlight, then you're going to lie there and fucking take me over and over until I'm done. I don't know how many times you cum while I'm inside you. I'm not paying attention. I don't care. Your puppy cunt was made for your big brother's pleasure, and it really doesn't matter if you feel good or not. But you're lucky you're a painslut. You're lucky you like when I hurt you. You're lucky you get to cum on such a big, fat cock, and you know it, and you hear me grunting like an animal as I rut inside you faster and faster, and I'm so close now, and you hear me moaning as I thrust inside you like I'm trying to reach your god damn heart as I release inside you, shot after shot spraying inside you, filling you, painting your insides with my warm, thick cum, and you orgasm again.
But I'm not done. I pull out and roll you onto your tummy, my cum still dropping from your folds, and push your legs together. "No," you begin to complain, and you say something that sounds like you might be asking me not to, but your words are so slurred it's impossible to tell, but I hear something about "hand" and "head", and, as your loving big brother, I cover the back of your head with one of my big, strong hands and press you down heavily into the bed. "Yes," I say, as I mount you in prone.
The way your puppy pussy grips my cock in prone is unparalleled. It is one of the best feelings in the entire world. So when I push in just the tip, over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over, you make me feel so good my knees start to go weak and I have to push all the way inside if I wanna stay on top. And then I get to bully your cervix again, and I get to hear you cry again, and I get to look down and watch your ass as I start fucking you as hard as I can. Or, that's not quite right, is it? I'm not fucking you. I'm using you. Like a toy. Like some fucking tight wet object. Your only purpose is to make your big brother cum, and you are the perfect, prettiest tool for the job, because it's only been a few seconds but I was still hard after cumming the first time and I'm about to cum again, baby, I'm so fucking close, I'm so close, you feel too fucking good, pretty puppy...
And this time I pull out, spraying my cum all over your puppy cunt, your ass, your back, your thighs...
And I collapse next to you, pulling you into me, telling you how good you've been, and how good you make me feel...
I go fetch some water, and after I make you drink some, you lay with me, curled up safe against your big brother, sweaty head against my sweaty chest. You fall asleep with an abused, aching hole dripping with my cum.
It was the last thought of her fantasy that she moaned out loudly while she rode the edge.
Another lustfilled imaginery she thought about using it to fuel her own desire and lust.
Yet, it was all fantasy, nothing was true.
Or maybe one fantasy she imagined might be the truth, resurfacing from her subconscious mind without her knowing.
Either way, even that turned her on so much.
The not knowing what really happened.
The last thing she remembers was knocking at the door of the hotel room and meeting her Master for the first time. Only that with him was another woman.
She said something and she just blanked out.
Her next memory is saying good-bye to them, being all friendly, and yet, ehr whole body felt sore, but especially between her legs and her mouth.
She has no idea why or what happened.
For some reason it didnt bother her too.
It only turned her on.
Imagining what might have happened.
This time she thought about the other woman.
Servicing her Master together, already completely deep in trance.
Until she got a command from her, and she couldnt help herself but started to bounce her tits in front of him.
Of course she had no idea why she would do that or for how long.
But she imagined the other woman hypnotizing him with her tits, only to make them both fuck in different positions and ways for her entertainment.
Until they both serviced her how she wanted.
When all was done, she was left with instructions and triggers she cant remember, only to be awoken right before she left.
"Fuck, maybe this happened?"
She moaned out her last thought again, as another edge rushes through her.
Bekka finally found Chloe out in the pool house, lying naked on one of the lounge chairs with a ring gag in and rope securely tying her wrists, arms, legs, ankles and chest into a spread-eagled position. "Awww, did someone listen to Wanda for a bit too long, hmm?" she asked in tones of mock sympathy, caressing Chloe's bound and jutting breasts with a single finger and watching with barely-concealed delight as her wife squirmed in desperate arousal. "You know what happens when you do that, sweetie. You get all dumb and sleepy and the next thing you know, you're all wet and needy and presented to the other guests as a party favor."
She trailed her finger down Chloe's belly, savoring the indistinct pleas escaping from behind the ring gag as she lightly, teasingly caressed Chloe's pretty pink pussy lips and the downy thatch of blonde pubic hair. "Has anyone noticed you like this, baby girl, hmm? Has someone already spent a little time playing with that needy cunny of yours and getting it all slick and drippy for me?" Her voice practically oozed with cheerful condescension, the loving degradation leaking out of every last syllable, and speaking of leaking there was a little wet spot on the plastic chair just underneath her wife's cunt that told Bekka exactly how much the other woman was enjoying this. Chloe came to every single one of Wanda's parties swearing that this time she wouldn't get hypnotized and turned into a toy for the other guests, and every single time they both knew she was lying.
"Oh, you're going to be so horny by the time we let you go," she cooed, resting her finger lightly in the cleft between Chloe's gently parted labia and sliding it up and down until the keening whimpers became a perpetual whine. "You know Wanda's parties always go late, you could wind up bound like this for hours, and of course once people start coming out here to use the jacuzzi you're going to be the very center of attention. That makes you so fucking wet, doesn't it, honey? Thinking about all those hands on you, groping and squeezing and feeding your empty little brain so much pleasure that you slip right back down into trance again." Chloe bucked and thrashed as best she could, hoping to get that tiny extra bit of sensation, but Bekka knew her wife too well and she wouldn't give her what she wanted.
But she was giving her what she needed, and what Chloe needed right now was to be teased and degraded and lovingly played with until she couldn't think of herself as anything other than a horny toy with an achingly wet and empty cunt. "Maybe if you're good, I'll give you a cummie later," she promised, although they both knew it was a blatant lie. "Maybe if I see you with a cock plowing that open mouth and I hear lots of nice wet sucking sounds, I'll reach down between those pretty thighs and I'll rub really hard until you can't take it anymore and you just have to cum. Would you like that, sweetie? Would you like your face fucked by some of Wanda's friends while I finger your pussy?" There was only one answer in Chloe's head by now and they both knew it, but it was still intensely gratifying to hear her wife plead to have her holes used while Bekka made her cunt dripping goddamn wet.
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makeout with me while iâm sitting on your lap, feel my nipples get hard under my shirt from your touch, let me grind against your leg, please help me finish, let me moan in your ear and let me give you kisses and cuddles after please <3
"Huh? Oh, uh, yeah, p-pillows are niceâŠ." The last word devolved into a slurred and sleepy hiss as Natalie returned her attention to the spiral, barely even noticing anymore that her hips were relentlessly grinding against Zoe's other pillow--or that there was nothing but a pair of thin black panties between her and the comforting cushion, for that matter. She was too fascinated by the perfect hypnotic spiral Zoe had created for her, conjuring it into existence with nothing but words and Natalie's own imagination, and the best thing about it was that it existed inside her mind so she could still see it with her eyes tight shut. A dreamy smile suffused her flushed features, and she found herself wondering how much deeper she could sink with such a perfectly mesmerizing image to guide her.
She vaguely heard a voice mumble, "uh huh, just so good to be a slut," but the words didn't really seem to connect to anything. Natalie had long ago stopped consciously listening to anything Zoe was saying, letting it flow past her distracted brain and all the way down to the very deepest levels of her identity while she stared at the spiral behind her eyes and let it carry her along into peace and pleasure, but it wasn't Zoe's voice speaking in a sleepy monotone while Natalie humped the other woman's pillow and rubbed her stiff pink nipples against the fabric of Zoe's bedspread. It sounded more like Natalie herself, but of course that was impossible because speaking required thinking and Natalie wasn't really thinking at all anymore.
"y-yes, a lesbian slut," she heard herself whimper, and gradually something like understanding came to her--Natalie was too deep in the spiral to think, but that didn't matter when she had Zoe to give her newer, better thoughts to fill her empty head while she humped Zoe's pillow like a bitch in heat. She could just repeat those thoughts back to Zoe, making them hers through the act of mindless recitation, and then she could enjoy the pleasure of being blank and going deeper while still carrying on the conversation with her study partner that she'd accidentally let drop in her fascination with her own bespoke hypno-spiral. It all made such perfect sense that Natalie couldn't help cumming when she finally understood it all, but the best part of being this deep and horny was that there was always another climax on the way.
"yuhhh⊠your lesbian slut, yesssssâŠ." It was getting difficult to speak, what with the constant orgasms and the mind-blanking spiral and Natalie's helpless descent into mush-brained obedience, but Natalie tried her best to repeat the words and thoughts she was given. She wanted to show Zoe she understood, to demonstrate that every single word and phrase that was being filtered through her captivated subconscious was becoming inextricably linked to her very identity, because it just felt better and better to become more and more brainwashed and Natalie just knew she was grinding a wet spot into the other woman's pillow with her arousal over being so thoroughly conditioned like this. The soft, comfy cushion was going to smell like cunt for days⊠and Natalie's sleepy smile widened at the notion of resting her head on it that night and getting breath after breath of her own pussy wafted into her lungs while she slept next to her new owner.
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"what does it feel like, when you're being hypnotized?"
their tone was casual and conversational, but it was a question they already knew the answer to. it caught him off guard, in the middle of a discussion which until this point was not especially hypnotic.
"it... it feels good," he said quietly, a bit awkwardly. "it feels... tingly."
they continued to look at him, clearly expecting him to go on.
he felt strangely embarrassed, even though he was very used to his interest in hypnosis at this point. it was just odd to attempt to talk about those feelings in detail while he was awake. just recalling it in order to describe it was enough to pull him down a bit, especially when he knew there was no other reason for them to push him to talk about it like this. that was exactly what they wanted to see.
he attempted to gather his thoughts, feeling the heat in his face as he spoke. "there's a physical sensation... the tingling, and... usually warmth. and there's a feeling in my eyes, or a way i stare... i just feel myself staring, i guess." it was happening at that very moment. his breathing was changing. "i just... stare." he was repeating himself. he was trying not to, but the pressure from their gaze made him feel as though he should keep talking, even when he had nothing new to say.
"and what about the feeling inside of your head?" they asked, their voice almost imperceptibly softer - he wondered if they were trying to sound casual, and the hypnotic tone was just slipping through despite their best efforts, or if it was intentional. "how does it feel inside of your mind when you're hypnotized? how does it affect your thoughts?"
"it..." it was happening, he felt it, but it was difficult to describe. "i just... it's not really that i go blank, it just... i just... i don't know. it's... a little bit harder to think." he paused for much longer than he meant to. he wanted to give a better answer, but he was afraid if he opened his mouth again, he would only say the same thing, over and over. it was an odd feeling.
"i'd like to hear more details," they simply responded.
it flustered him. it was odd, because in situations where he was told he couldn't respond or think of anything, he often found himself able to do so. but in this moment, it was like there was nothing at all.
"go on," they said.
"i..." he almost forgot what he was even meant to be saying in the first place. "it feels... it's... sometimes it's just that my thoughts are... quieter, or easier to ignore, but... sometimes it's just... i just feel, i guess. there just aren't... my thoughts are just... my attention is just on something else, and i can't... there's nothing to think about, or i'm just thinking... i'm just thinking about that one thing."
"and what is that one thing you're usually thinking about?"
"it depends, but..." it was echoing through his mind. how much he liked being hypnotized. how good it felt to be hypnotized. all of those standard suggestions. "i'm just thinking about... how much i like it."
"can you elaborate on that? what is it that you like? what is it exactly that you're thinking? could you give examples of those exact thoughts?"
"it... it feels good to be hypnotized," he said. "i like being hypnotized... i want to be hypnotized... it feels good..." he was repeating himself again, and he was aware of how he must have sounded, how he must have looked. "i just think... things like that."
"keep going."
they just kept pushing him. he wasn't sure there was anything else left to say, or if there was, he wasn't sure he had the mental capacity to think of it, even though he had always felt that he was only limited by his own conscious desire to go along with the suggestions. but now, when he was trying to keep thinking, when he was trying to keep talking, it was like trudging through a thick sludge.
"i... i think about..." he was trailing off. as if there was really nothing else that he had ever thought about in his life, as if he couldn't list a single other thing. it was unbelievable. "i think about your voice," he said, relieved that he managed to grasp at something new. "i think about how nice it sounds... i think about how nice it is when you... when you talk slowly... and softly... and your voice just... sounds a specific way... and when you pause... between specific words... it just... it's nice to listen to... and when you tell me... when you tell me to just relax... and i just... my body just completely relaxes, on its own..."
"it sounds like it's quite automatic," they said, still speaking in a relatively normal voice.
"it is," he said. "it just... happens."
"can you talk a bit more about that?" they asked. "how does it feel when a suggestion happens automatically?"
"it feels good," he said, simply, stupidly. "i mean, it's... it just... it just happens. i don't know how else to... it doesn't really... it doesn't feel like anything, but... it feels good, but... it doesn't feel like anything."
"do you feel you can't resist it?"
"sometimes... sometimes i feel like i can, but..." he felt something creeping through him, a faint, distant realization. "sometimes i can't, i guess. i used to be better at it, but... sometimes i can't."
"sometimes you can't resist?"
"sometimes i can't resist," he found himself repeating blankly, almost shuddering at the admission of it.
"even if you try to? you still couldn't resist?"
"even if i try," he said quietly, almost whispering. "i just can't resist."
"are there any other feelings you experience when you're hypnotized? any other desires?"
"i want to go deep," he said. "i want to listen, i want to follow everything... i want to be coaxed into obeying... i want you to coo into my ear... and tell me that i'm doing good." his responses were becoming so bold and shameless. a part of him was still embarrassed, but the compulsion to answer them fully was stronger.
"how does that feel?"
"it feels good," he said, even though he wasn't even entirely sure what they were referring to.
"do you feel any sort of sleepiness or drowsiness when you're hypnotized? could you describe that?"
"i do, a lot of the time... i do feel this drowsiness..." he trailed off again. what was there to describe? "it's just... my energy goes away, and... it feels nice, i guess... it's a kind of... dreamy feeling. it's... fuzzy. it's tingly. it makes me relax... it makes my mind relax... and then it's... it's kind of hard to think... it's just... i still can think, but..."
"go on."
"i..." what had he even been talking about? "i just..."
"keep going," they said gently.
"i- i'm sorry, i just... i don't know what else to... say."
"is that so?" they asked, a dark undertone to their words. "you really can't think of anything else to describe?"
"i think i've said a lot already," he said, although doubt crept through his mind as he spoke. he wasn't sure he'd said much of substance at all.
"is it that difficult?" they asked, their voice dipping a bit more into a hypnotic tone. "surely you don't need me to tell you how to describe your own feelings?"
he had the overwhelming feeling that he did, though he didn't think he should just accept that. "i... i described them," he said quietly, a bit desperately.
"but you didn't even mention how you often experience arousal," they said, "or how it feels better each time. there were lots of things you completely neglected to say."
"i- that's true, that... those things are true, i just didn't... i didn't think to mention them..."
"then go on. be a bit more thorough. prove to me that you can tell me some of the details you haven't already mentioned before. what are some other things you feel when being hypnotized?"
"i feel... sometimes i... sometimes my head sinks or tilts a bit... um..." he stared, trying to follow the threads of his thoughts, finding that nothing was leading anywhere. "i can feel... kind of disconnected from my body... sometimes my limbs feel heavy..."
they were quiet. did they really expect more? there couldn't be anything else to describe. there couldn't be.
"is that all?" they asked.
he wasn't sure if he was more certain that that had to be it because he couldn't possibly think of anything else, or if he was more certain that there must be more because they expected more. what had he already said? he mentioned the tingling, their voice, the staring, the focus... what else was there?
"that's all," he finally said.
"so you do need me to tell you," they murmured, leaning closer. "it was just so difficult to think, wasn't it?"
"i- i said a lot," he said breathlessly. "i explained a lot of it. i can think."
"but you didn't even mention that feeling of helplessness that you're experiencing right now? the feeling of powerlessness? the feeling of being controlled?"
he blinked. how did he fail to mention any of that?
"i just... i don't know."
"that's alright. it's alright that you don't know."
it hit harder when he really had been trying.
"you just had trouble thinking... because you were falling into trance just imagining it... just remembering how it felt... and it made it so difficult to talk and think, no matter how much i urged you to continue... didn't it? even though you're usually very articulate... and you wanted to give me a good answer. but you just couldn't. could you?"
he couldn't argue with it. he almost felt dizzy.
"can you tell me how you feel right now?" they said softly. "could you tell me?"
"i... i feel... it feels good."
"you can't tell me anything else?"
"i'm... overwhelmed... it's..."
"shh," they whispered. "you've already put in so much energy and effort answering me today. you can just let me tell you. i know the answer. it will be much easier to just listen."
he couldn't help but give in. he knew they were right.
Anonymous: concept: all my roommates secretly start lacing all my food with aphrodisiacs and the longer it goes on it just makes me more desperate and easier to control and i gradually let them fuck me more and more often and even start begging for it sometimes until one day i break and they gangbang me in the living room with all their friends. i have no choice - the drugs control my pussy and my pussy controls my brain. eventually i'm not a roommate anymore, i'm communal property. my body only has one purpose now and that is to be the live-in free use fuckhole for the entire house (or neighborhood?). if i ever think of disobeying or questioning why i'm like this now (why would i lol) all they have to do to punish me is tie my hands behind my back and refuse to use my pussy. it's extremely effective. -đ
Your roommates have always given you these odd looks, but you never really thought much of them. It was easier to write the stares off as one of those odd quirks that people sometimes have. Itâs much the same when they start cooking you meals more often and reminding you to eat frequently. Sure, itâs a little odd, but itâs simpler to assume kindness from them than to assume any ulterior motive. Thatâs why you never connect the food they offer you with the way your mind heats up after you eat, sending sparks all across your body that need to be extinguished. Luckily, your roommates are more than willing to help out with these odd bouts of arousal, which you assume is just another act of kindness. How sweet of them to come to your aid, right?
These sudden spikes in libido slowly morph into a high baseline lust that turns you into the household slut, with a reputation for always being down to fuck. Your roommates canât see how desperate youâre truly getting, not just yet, but itâs becoming clearer to you by the day that even a daily fuck from each of them isnât enough to keep you satiated anymore. Youâre getting closer and closer to just outright begging them for more sex, but even when you reach your tipping point and plead for more, itâs still not enough. They just brush you off because they think you can just use a toy or something, right? The smirk that lingers on every face should probably clue you in to the fact that something isnât right, but your brain is too addled to put the clues together.
One day, when your roommates are doing something unimportant in the living room, you snap and just walk into their midst bare naked, promptly distracting them with your body. It doesnât help that a good handful of their friends are there. Well, it kind of does help, actually, because they join in on the ensuing gangbang. Having heard of you but never having gotten to use you before means that theyâre quite enthusiastic about helping to break in the householdâs new fucktoy. Youâre thanking them and cumming over and over on the endless line of cocks thatâs all too happy to fill you until youâre overflowing.
By the time theyâre all done using you, you canât think of anything else except finding more cock. Your roommates tie you up and stick a vibrator in you to keep you half-satisfied while they decide what to do with you. Eventually, they reach the conclusion that it would work best for you to become the communal property of not only the household, but the whole neighborhood - or anyone from anywhere who wants to use you, really.
As soon as this system is put in place, itâs clear just how well itâs going to work out. You may be public property, but youâre still living in this house, so your roommates take a small entrance fee from any âhouseguestsâ, just small enough that nobody has any problems with paying it. Despite the low value of the toll for entrance to your home, so many people are so eager to use you that nobody in that house ever has to work again. They can spend all day fucking you and using every one of your holes to their whims.
They donât ever have to worry about you escaping, either. Youâre so desperate and constantly horny that any insubordination on your part can easily be cured by simply not fucking you. With your hands tied behind your back and your holes painfully empty, it doesnât take you too long to stop questioning anything and return to your true purpose.
And thatâs all your purpose is now, right? You belong to whoever wants to fuck you. The drugs control you, the drugs have dissolved your mind, and youâre broken beyond ever being able to think again.
need a woman to fractionate me w her breasts... slowly triggering me to stare at her tits when they catch my attention. Waking me up by saying "my eyes are up here" and I have to pull my gaze away. But inevitably I glance at her cleavage again and get stuck staring... Dropping so easily as she reinforces the triggers... Deeper and deeper... And she wakes me up again, bringing my attention back to her gaze. Going back and forth like this, making me go deeper and totally forget what's happening, so confused when I'm looking into her eyes, more and more lost as she unbuttons her blouse, trapping me again. Dropping, drooling, staring at her tits. And then she rewards me for being such a good little doll by letting me mindlessly suck and grope her all while reinforcing the trance and making me sooo dumb and horny every time I even glance at her tits...
And when she says "my eyes are up here" again, I completely forget I was groping and sucking her. But her tits are out now and I'm too dumb not to look ...
albert never had a penchant for pets, let alone a hybrid like yourself. bringing you in may have been the best thing he'd done in years. you needed a home desperately, regardless of how much you scratched and clawed at him when he'd carried you off to his research facility without so much as an introduction. you hear him rustle around in his pockets with one hand and then, the uncapping of something. before you can look at what it is, a fine needle pierces right into the muscle of your neck. your vision fades within seconds, and you stop scratching.
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you didn't know what to expect, but waking up in a cage clean and clothed hadn't been on your list. you thought you'd surely be dead. but, there you were, with a black long sleeve shirt and skirt, thigh-highs adorning the better half of your legs, and a black leather collar around your neck. looking around, a small bell attached to your collar rings. not moments later, you hear footsteps. you look up at the man who has taken you in- tall, blonde, and very intimidating.
albert crouches before the kennel you're cowering in and looks you over as if he didn't get a good enough look when he bathed you. you hiss quietly and shrink into one of the corners furthest from him, cool metal digging into your back with each attempt to get further away.
behind his shades, his hazel eyes thoroughly examine you. the fear you give off is aromatic with a faintly sweet undertone of something more. gratefulness, perhaps. he did bathe you, clothe you, and put you in a very nice kennel of your own. your collar is a perfect fit, no less, and even though you didn't ask for any of this, it's more than you know what to do with. you've no bruises, no gashes, no injuries. how strange.
he's pondering what to say to get you to calm down. to trust him a little. maybe come out of the kennel, but that would be for later.
"hello." he places a gloved hand on the kennel's top rather carefully, so as not to startle you, and leans in just a bit. his voice is nicer than you would think. a bit nasally, sure, and the accent is cheesy, but he could read you the yellow pages and you wouldn't mind.
"âŠ" your silence makes his jaw clench by a fraction. he'll have to fix that. for now, he'll ease you into things.
"what's your name, little one?"
"haven't got one." you rasp, pulling your knees to your chest and resting your chin atop them. ears flat against your head, your tail swishing- cautious and afraid, you are, and well within your rights to be.
he nods.
"we'll have to fix that, won't we?" he forces a little smile on his lips when you nod. you're not sure why you do when, two seconds ago, you'd have run off if the kennel door was opened. he's smart, he's thought this through. you're not leaving the kennel until you trust him, unbeknownst to you. your tail is ramrod stiff on the cushioned floor of your captivity, and at least he was kind enough to furnish it for you.
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it's hard to trust him even though you know it would be smart to pretend.
he only lets you out to feed you, and from the start, he'd made it clear that if you tried to run, you'd be dead. at the same time, twice a day, he opens the cage for you to crawl out of. he extends his hand to you, looping his gloved fingers around your collar and guiding you to sit by his feet. he links a leather leash through the d-ring attached to your collar and walks you through his home, the environment sterile and hardly lived in.
it's when he puts you in his lap at the dining table and force feeds you that he fills the tense silence. the food itself is good, and you wonder if under different circumstances, you'd want him to be your owner. as you eat, he talks. you are, to some extent, grateful that he feeds you, even if he is only doing the bare minimum.
"have you been good, dear?" he asks, and you nod as per usual. it's rare that you decide to talk.
"good girl." he scratches the spot behind your ear, forcing you to lean into his hand and purr. he chuckles quietly. as he pets you, his stress melts away. you're so cute. a meek, naive little thing that he loves taking care of.
as dinner finishes, he picks you up and keeps you in his arms as he cleans up. you're silent, sedated by the drug he's put in your food, and you're bodering on falling asleep in his arms. a swell of pride of warms his chest as a little snore escapes you, followed by your tail wrapping around his arm.
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day by day, bit by bit, you miss him. he keeps you company when he's not at "work" or whatever that is, he talks to you, he pets you the way you like, and it's nice when you forget about how you got here. the only thing you've come to dislike is the lack of underwear. it's not that he can't afford some, it's that he enjoys your discomfort to a worrisome degree. he likes its easy access, even if he hasn't taken advantage of it (or you) yet.
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he comes around and you find yourself less defensive, thanks to your breeding cycle. you press your face against the bars of your enclosure.
"owner," you whine as he walks past, a spark igniting in your gut. his scent is stronger than it was this morning, and you're hyperaware of the growing warmth filling your body.
"yes, dear?" he stands at his closet, his back to you as he strips himself of his work clothes.
"can i come out?" you paw at the door of your cage, ignoring the rattling noise it causes.
he doesn't respond immediately, letting you stew in your silence for a moment as he finds something more casual to wear. you don't normally ask to come out- this is progress, proof of your trust.
"in a moment. let me get dressed, darling."
it's enough for you to stop whining. your tail swishes happily and your ears perk up when he approaches the cage in grey sweatpants and a black shirt and crouches down to undo the lock to the cage. you practically jump into his arms, purring loud when he wraps his big arms around you and pulls you into his chest.
"thank you." you murmur, nuzzling your cheek against his chest. his smell, like poison, makes you dizzy with desire. the warmth is growing uncomfortable, your ears pinned flat against your head.
he hums in response as he strokes your hair, a purr emanating from the depths of your chest. the heat spreads the more he touches you, pooling between your thighs. he tries not to notice when you rub them together and mewl pathetically.
"is something wrong?" his voice is a match to the flame in your gut.
it's your turn to be silent, trying to even out your breathing despite the overwhelming urge to lean in and take a nice, long whiff of the pheromones he gives off.
"darling, answer me. you know better." he says in a more stern tone, looking down his nose at you.
"⊠i'm in heat." you state quietly, avoiding his gaze. if you could see his eyes, you're sure they'd be wide and a little bit dark.
"are you, now?" he hoists you up in his arms as he stands, his forearms just under your ass. you're bent slightly over his shoulder. "we'll need to remedy that, won't we, pet?" he chuckles. a chill runs down your spine. just what have you gotten yourself into?
he's not a mean lover, just a little rough. he sets you on his bed and pushes you down with a cold hand to your chest as he moves on top of you. anxiety cools your blood, makes it like ice pushing through your veins.
"wh-what are you�" he presses a finger to your lips, silencing you, and kisses your cheek.
"i've been waiting a long time for this, darling. it would be wise to avoid making me wait more." there's a threatening undertone to his voice, the burn of discomfort making itself known in your shoulders. he wedges his knee between yours, forcefully parting your thighs so he can trail his hand up them, pinching here and there just to see you flinch, and smooth two fingers along your weeping slit. a hint of a smile makes itself known as you shudder, thighs parting wider to accomodate his hand. his cold digits stop at the very top, feeling for your puffy clit, and rubs slow, tight circles around it.
you hate that it feels good, and you hate yourself for having a breeding cycle. a soft moan leaves you at his light touch, your eyes locked on the hand rubbing your clit. he presses down a little firmer, eliciting a whine from you.
"look, doesn't that feel much better?" he croons, his voice low with his lips so close to your ear. reluctantly, you nod, and that earns you the reward of his fingers rubbing you a little faster. you squirm a little, trying to get more than just surface-level pleasure.
"words."
"y-yes. that feels good, thank you." a hint of malice laces through your tone, but you're grateful for what he's giving you. your face is on fire as only the pathetic wet noises from your cunt fills the air, and you (try to) hide your face in your hands, only to be met with a sharp slap to your cunt. you flinch, the pain subsiding after he continues playing with your cunt. your hands come down from your face and instead grab the sheets.
your stomach tightens, twists into a coil that winds tighter with every pass over your hardened clit. but you can't cum like this, not when your breeding cycle is ongoing.
"owner- p-please, need more." you whine, and albert kisses your cheek as a response, denying you of what you need.
"such a needy thing. fine. you'll get what you want." he takes his hand from your pussy and to the waistband of his sweats, pushing them down rather impatiently, as well as his boxers. weeping, his cock is bright red at the tip from want (how long has he been hard for?) and large. you're worried.
he chuckles at your fear-stricken expression before grabbing your legs and pressing them against your chest.
"be a dear and hold these for me, hm?" he says, and you do as you're told. you hold your legs by the backs of your thighs, pressing them so your knees hit your chest. he strokes himself once, twice to the sight of you spread out for him, your cute cunt drooling. slick drips down your perineum, inviting him.
you watch him slot himself in place, the tip of his long cock dragging through your folds to bump your clit, making you gasp. your entrance clenches around nothing, a pitiful whine leaving you.
"greedy." he shakes his head softly as he lines himself up, and without warning, thrusts himself entirely inside you.
the stretch is worse than you imagined. you flinch away from him, but he grips your thighs and tugs you right back onto his cock. it hurts, and the burn is something you hadn't accounted for. tears prick at your lower lashline. he leans down, his frame practically engulfing yours, and kisses your cheeks.
"don't cry. struggling only makes it worse, you know." he coos, tapping your jaw. you nod softly and wrap your arms around his neck for support, sniffling as the tears trail down the sides of your face. to ease your discomfort, his hand works itself between the two of you again and thumbs at your clit, dulling some of the pain. another moment, and your tears have disappeared.
"y-you can move. m'okay." you mumble to albert's delight. he starts slow, mostly on your behalf, and hisses at just how tight you are around him as he thrusts shallowly into your aching cunt.
the moment you make a noise, he grips your thighs tighter and starts bullying his cock into you quite intensely. the tip of his cock kisses your cervix with every single harsh, downright mean, thrust. he's not doing this for you, and that becomes readily apparent. still, you can't deny that it feels good to be fucked.
albert's quiet, aside from small huffs and hisses of enjoyment. you're so wet, it's making a mess of his lower abdomen and thighs. the lewd slapping of skin on skin combined with your precious mewls and whimpers of pleasure spurr him on, his nails digging into your thighs. his cock brushes against the spongy spot inside you, making you cry out and arch your back off the bed.
"there- a-again, please!" you grab the hand not rubbing your clit and lace your fingers together as the pressure in the pit of your stomach builds and builds, leaving you dumb on your owner's cock. he complies with your request, if not to feel you cum then just to see your pretty face when you do.
he bullies that spot relentlessly, to the point where some of his hair falls in his face. gummy walls squeeze and suck him in more, a loud cry leaving you as you reach your peak. slick gushes from your already crying pussy, thoroughly coating the both of your lower halves. it's dripping from you as he continues pumping into your hole, the schlick noise amplified now.
"w-wait- wait-" you grab the hem of his shirt, but he ignores your protests.
"we're not finished until my precious girl has her cunt filled with cum." he moves your hand away, forcing yourself further into the mating press he's got you in. you can feel every single inch, and how the throb of his dick indicates his climax. a few more sloppy, mean thrusts and he's spilling his seed into you. decidedly, it's a good feeling, and you need much, much more. your heat ceases momentarily, however, as he keeps his cock inside to ensure that nothing leaks out. your tail wraps around his thigh, the end flicking happily.
"i mean filled in every sense of the word, darling." he gathers some of your slick that's coating his lower abdomen on two fingers and pushes them in your mouth, watching with delight as you kitten-lick them clean. a dark grin forms on his pale lips, his length twitching at the sight. it's then that you really give in, that you decide it's better to be this way- fucked full of his cum and brainless. a familiar heat flares in your gut once more.
I wish I was friends with tit obsessed girls so one of them could be feeling bad about something and the rest take my clothes off to cheer them up. any of them could come over to just grope my tits for funsies. they could text me for pics any time they need some visual help to get through the day. a group chat of all of them together just sharing my photos and videos. we meet up for brunch and end up putting a vibe in me and passing around the remote to make me cum in public. they share tips with each other like 'omg you should make her breastfeed you!' and 'you should play with her tits and make her ride your thighs but not let her cum' they could hold game night with me as the favor. they could all pitch in and buy me lingerie and clothes they wanna parade me around in. hold movie night but I'm on stress relief duty. tie me up to tease me for truth and dare night. gift me to each other in specific fantasies as apologies after any fight among them. my pussy and tits and I would be the perfect friends with benefits I swear
âYou trust me, right?â She looked up from her phone to meet her boyfriendâs earnest gaze, his eyes sparkling back at her innocently. They were curled up together on the couch, winding down from the day. A soft smile lit her face at his words and she didnât hesitate before answering.
âOf course I trust you, silly.â She set her phone down on the coffee table and tucked herself closer against him. âWhy are you asking? Should I be worried youâre plotting something behind my back?â She teased softly.
He laughed before pressing a quick kiss to her hair, âNot exactly. But I was thinking about trying something new.â
She tilted her head back to look at him, her eyes curious. âNew like⊠a new Thai place? Or new like you finally want to come to pilates with me?â
He made a face at her because smiling. âNew like⊠chemical enhancement⊠for couplesâ he said, a playful grin spreading across his face.
Her eyes narrowed with amused suspicion. âEnhancement. Thatâs a very corporate word for whatever weird sex thing youâre about to propose.â
âItâs not weird!â he protested, the picture of mock-offense. âItâs science. Aphrodisiacs. The good, modern kind. Safe, tested. Supposed to just⊠turn up the volume on everything.â
She snorted, pushing lightly at his chest. âYouâre insane. You canât honestly believe thatâs real? Where did you even get aphrodisaics?â
âA very discreet online retailer with excellent reviews,â he said, posturing with faux pride. âCome on, sweetheart. Itâll be fun. I promise youâll enjoy it.â
âYou promise, huh?â she teased, a flicker of real interest behind her skepticism. âBased on what? The five-star review from âHornyDaddy69â?â
âBased on me,â he said, his voice dropping, losing some of its banter and gaining a layer of warm, convincing sincerity. He cupped her cheek. âIâll take care of you. The whole time. Itâs just supposed to⊠heighten everything. Make everything feel more intense, better. You trust me, right?â
She searched his face. His eyes were clear, affectionate, fervent.
âI do trust you,â she said slowly. âIt just sounds⊠intense.â
âThatâs the point,â he coaxed, leaning in to brush a kiss against her temple. âAnd if you hate it, we stop. Immediately. I just want you to feel good. With me⊠I want to make you feel good.â
The combination of his teasing proposition, his sudden seriousness, and his sincerity made her smile. She felt a thrill, a nervous flutter low in her belly. What was the harm, really? With him?
âOkay,â she breathed, the word barely a whisper. âOkay, you weirdo. But if I hate it, itâs on you and you have to go to pilates with me.â
His grin was brilliant, triumphant. âDeal.â He kissed her, slow and deep, a seal on the promise. âYouâre gonna love it.â
He got up and went to the kitchen, returning with two glasses of water. One was perfectly clear. The other had a faint, almost imperceptible cloudiness to it. He handed the cloudy one to her.
âBottoms up. Takes about twenty minutes, they say.â
She took the glass, hesitated for only a second, and drank it down. He watched her, his expression unreadable for a moment before the easy smile returned. He took her empty glass, set both aside, and pulled her into his lap, her back against his chest, his arms wrapping around her middle.
âJust relax,â he murmured into her hair. âLet it happen.â
For the first fifteen minutes, it was normal. They talked about their days, his hands stroking her arms, her stomach. Then, a warmth began to bloom in her core. Not the slow burn of arousal, but a sudden, invasive heat, like a furnace had been lit between her hips. She shifted in his lap.
âStarting?â he asked, his voice knowing.
âI⊠yeah. Itâs really warm.â
The warmth became a throbbing. She felt dampness seep into her underwear, an embarrassing, immediate gush. Her nipples tightened painfully against the fabric of her shirt.
Another few minutes. She wriggled again, a restless little movement. Her breathing hitched slightly. âBabe...â
âYeah, sweetheart?â
âI feel⊠weird. Tingly.â Her voice had lost its playful edge, replaced by a soft, wondering confusion.
âThatâs it working,â he murmured, tightening his arms just a fraction. âJust let it happen. Iâve got you.â
The tingling became a buzz, the buzz became a thrum. Her body grew pliant and heavy against him, then tense with a new, gathering awareness. A small, breathy sound escaped her lips. She pressed back against him, his solid warmth making her dizzy with want.
âOh god,â she whispered, her head lolling back against his shoulder. Her skin was flushed, dewy with a light sweat. âBabe⊠itâs⊠I feel soâŠâ
âI know,â he soothed, but the tone was changing, hardening at the edges. The caring boyfriend was receding, replaced by something else watching from behind his eyes. âFeel how hot you are? How bad you want it?â
She nodded frantically, her hands coming up to clutch at his forearms. Her hips made an involuntary, desperate little circle against him. âPlease⊠touch meâŠâ
âI am touching you, baby,â he said calmly, his hands still anchored on her stomach, holding her firmly in place.
âNo, please,â she begged, her voice cracking. One of her hands slid down, fumbling for the waistband of her panties. A raw, needy sound was building in her throat.
His hand shot down and caught her wrist in an iron grip, pulling it away. âAh-ah. Not yet.â
She whimpered, a sound of pure, frustrated agony. Her whole body was trembling, strung tight as a wire. âPlease babe, I need⊠I canât⊠please, just let meâŠâ
âLet you what?â he asked, his voice dropping into a cruel, amused drawl. The mask was off now. âLet you rub your little pussy like a desperate slut? Already?â
She froze, the words slicing through the drugged haze. âW-what?â
He laughed, a low, mean sound that vibrated through her. âLook at you. One little drop of some drug and youâre falling apart. Begging and whining.â
Tears of confusion and overwhelming need sprang to her eyes. âYou promised⊠you said youâd take care of meâŠâ
âAnd I am,â he said, his free hand sliding down from her stomach, over the soft cotton of her shirt, to cup her between her legs. He didnât press, just held his hand there, a maddening, static pressure and an all-encompassing warmth. She cried out, bucking against it, but his other arm was a steel band across her ribs, holding her utterly still.
âSo wet for me already,â he mocked, his lips against her ear. âI can feel it soaking through your panties. Your pretty little cunt must be so swollen, throbbing. Is your clit hard, baby? Is it aching?â
She couldnât form words, just whimpered, her body arching and straining against his immovable hold. The need was a physical pain, a white-hot coil in her belly.
âPathetic,â he whispered, the word a venomous caress. âMy smart, sweet girlfriend, turned into a dumb, dripping whore by a bit of a drug. Youâd let me do anything right now, wouldnât you? Youâd say yes to anything.â
He traced a single, slow finger along the fabric of her panties, over the aching, swollen flesh beneath, never dipping beneath the fabric. She whined, a ragged, broken sound.
âPlease! Please, just fuck me, touch me, anything!â
He shifted her, pulling her back so he could see her face. Her lips were parted, her pupils blown wide with lust and despair. He smiled, a predator admiring his trapped prey. âGod, you beg so prettily. Itâs the best part. Watching my perfect, composed girlfriend reduced to this. To a begging, writhing thing. Itâs all for me, isnât it?â
She nodded frantically, beyond pride, consumed by the fire heâd lit. âYes! Yours, all yours. Please, Iâll do anything.â
âI know you will.â He leaned in, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. âIâm going to make it better. I promise. Iâm going to touch your perfect little pussy. Iâm going to play with that swollen clit until you scream for me. Would you like that?â
A sob of relief and anticipation broke from her. âYes! Oh, God, yes, please!â
âSuch a good girl,â he purred, shifting her again. He reached over to the coffee table next to the couch and picked up a small jar.
He smirked at her. âI forgot to mention, the aphrodisiac wasnât the only thing I got for you.â
He unscrewed the lid. Inside was a cream, white and innocuous. âThis is part two. Itâll cool the burn, sweetheart. Let me take care of you.â
He dipped two fingers into the cream. With agonizing slowness, he brought his hand between her legs. She gasped, her entire body arching, offering herself up to him. He smiled, a cruel, satisfied curve of his mouth.
He didnât go straight for her clit. He painted the cream over her inner thighs first, the cool sensation a sharp contrast to the heat of her skin, making her jerk and whimper. He slid her panties down her legs, the whisper of air against her swollen, needy pussy making her shudder.
"Look at this," he murmured, his voice a hushed, intimate thing that felt like a violation all its own. With his cream-coated hand, he gently parted her folds, holding her open for an inspection she couldn't escape. "So swollen. So soft and pretty. My perfect little pussy, all puffed up and begging. And so, so wet." He dragged his thumb through the slickness, gathering it, then held his glistening finger up to the dim light. "See that? That's all for me. Your body knows its purpose."
He took his time, coating her folds, spreading her open with a clinical precision that was its own form of torment.
âThere we go,â he murmured, his voice a dark hymn. âMy toy. All laid out for me. So wet for me already, and Iâve barely touched you. Disgusting. Perfect.â
Finally, he circled her clit with a cream-slicked thumb. The direct contact was electric, a jolt of pure, sharp pleasure that made her cry out. Her hips bucked involuntarily, seeking more, but he held her down, his arm a vice.
âAh-ah-ah,â he chided, his thumb moving in slow, maddening circles. âI decide the pace. You just take what I give you. This is all youâre good for, isnât it? Being my pretty, desperate hole?â
He pushed one finger, then two, inside her. The cream felt strange, cool and slick, but the stretch, the fullness, combined with the relentless circles on her clit, was pushing her to the brink. The coil in her abdomen tightened to a breaking point. Pleasure, white-hot and blinding, began to crest.
âThank you, thank you, please, Iâm so close, please!â she babbled, tears streaming down her face, her body trembling violently in his unyielding embrace.
He saw the exact moment she began to tip over the edge, her muscles clenching around his fingers, a broken sob on her lips.
And he stopped.
He withdrew his fingers completely and removed his thumb from her clit.
The sudden, absolute absence of stimulation was a physical shock, a plunge into an icy void. The orgasm that had been seconds away shattered, leaving behind a raw, agonizing ache that was a thousand times worse than the initial need. She screamed, a sound of pure, animalistic anguish, her body convulsing with the denied release.
He held her through it, his arms a cage of mock comfort. He shushed her gently, rocking her as she sobbed, shattered and empty.
The scream died in her throat, dissolving into ragged, hiccuping sobs. The denial of her climax left her hollowed out, a vessel filled only with a phantom echo of pleasure and the relentless, chemical fire of the aphrodisiac. Her nerves were still screaming, a chorus of desperate need, but the epicenter of that need⊠was going quiet.
âPoor thing,â he whispered into her hair, his voice thick with a vile, possessive satisfaction. âDid you really think it would be that easy? That Iâd let my worthless little slut cum just because she asked nicely?â He kissed her temple, a parody of tenderness. âThe cream wasnât to help you, darling. It was to numb you. The fun is only just beginning.â
His fingers continued their slow, deliberate movements. He watched her face, his own a mask of feigned concern. âWhatâs wrong, sweetheart? Iâm touching you. Isnât this what you wanted? You begged so sweetly for my fingers inside you.â He curled them, a deliberate, obscene motion that she could see but could no longer properly feel. The sensation was distant, muffled, as if through layers of thick wool. The cool numbness of the cream was spreading, a chilling tide extinguishing the specific, acute feedback from her clit and the walls of her cunt.
âI⊠I canâtâŠâ she whimpered, her voice a broken thing. Her hips made a feeble, automatic jerk, but the connection was severed. The command from her mind met only a void where sensation should be.
âYou canât feel it?â He asked, his tone one of mock surprise. He brought his hand up, slick with the numbing cream and her own arousal, and held it before her face. âLook. Look how wet you are for me. Listen.â He moved his fingers inside her again, and the lewd, slick sound of it filled the quiet space between themâa wet, rhythmic shlick, shlick, shlick that was a brutal parody of the pleasure it should have represented. âHear that? Thatâs your body, your greedy little pussy, thanking me. And youâre just lying there.â
He increased his pace, his fingers pistoning in and out with a harsh, clinical rhythm. She watched, mesmerized and horrified. She saw the muscles in his forearm flex. She saw the glistening evidence of her own desperate arousal on his skin. The aphrodisiac, undeterred by the local anesthetic, roared in response to the visual and auditory stimulus, a fire with no outlet. Her body burned, her skin was hypersensitive everywhere except where she needed it most. It was a special kind of hell, a cage of unfeeling flesh built around a core of frantic need.
Tears streamed down her face, hot and silent. âPlease, babe, stop⊠it doesnât⊠I canât feel itâŠâ
âStop?â He let out a low, cruel laugh, his fingers never ceasing their mechanical motion. âYouâre unbelievable. First, you beg me to touch you. I give you exactly what you asked for. Iâm here, holding you, working my fingers into you, giving you what every slut like you dreams of, my full attention. And now you want me to stop?â He shook his head in faux disappointment, his grip on her waist tightening. âYouâre so ungrateful. My spoiled, useless toy.â
He leaned close, his breath hot against her ear as his hand continued its vulgar work below. âThis is what you are, sweetheart. A thing to be used. A pretty, crying thing that I can play with however I like. And right now, I like watching you try to feel something youâre not allowed to. Your pleasure is mine, sweetheart. And Iâm the only one who can control it.â
Her begging took on a new, frantic quality. It wasnât for release anymore; it was for sensation, for connection, for the torture to make sense. âPlease, I need to feel it, make me feel it, just let me feel something, anything, Iâll be good, Iâll be so good!â
He laughed again, the sound bright and cheerful against the backdrop of her misery. âBut I am making you feel it,â he insisted, his voice dripping with malicious glee. âIâm right here. Doing all the work. Youâre so lucky. Any other woman would kill to be in your place, held by me, filled by me. And youâre just⊠crying. What a worthless little bitch you are.â
He slowed his fingers to a maddening, shallow tease, his thumb pressing against the completely numb nub of her clit. âSee? Right there. Thatâs the spot, isnât it? The one that makes you scream. Iâm touching it. Iâm giving you everything you ever wanted.â He kissed her tear-streaked cheek, a cruel mockery of affection.
He held her there, in that exquisite, impossible limbo, visually and audibly being fucked by his hand, her body screaming with a need it could no longer physically articulate.
The aphrodisiac was a tyrant in her blood. It had no regard for the numbness. It flooded her system, a relentless, rising tide of pure, undirected want. It made her skin feel two sizes too small, hypersensitive to the brush of her shirt, to the cool air on her legs, to the hard muscle of his thighs beneath her. Every nerve ending was a live wire, sparking with frantic, desperate energy, all of it converging on a central point that was a void, a black hole of sensation.
She was drowning in need with no way to breathe.
He shifted his fingers inside her, the sound obscenely loud in her ears. She could feel the pressure, the stretch, a vague, distant thing like a memory of touch, but none of the exquisite friction, none of the building heat. It was a hollow invasion. Her body, governed by the drug, clenched around him involuntarily, a futile attempt to coax sensation from the act.
He chuckled, low and dark. "Even numb, it tries to milk me. So greedy. So pathetic." He increased the pace of his fingers, the wet sounds becoming a rapid, rhythmic slap. "This is what you are now. A wet, noisy hole. A toy that makes the right sounds but doesn't get to enjoy the game. The aphrodisiac is going to keep ruining you from the inside out, and this sweet little cunt of mine is just going to sit here, swollen and dripping and useless."
He held her close, his chin resting on her head, as he worked her over with a relentless, mechanical rhythm.
She could only cry, her body a prison of unrelenting, paradoxical torture: a wildfire of need with a core of nothing, a scream with no voice, a climax forever hanging just beyond the edge of a feeling she could no longer access. She was utterly, completely helpless, and he savored every shuddering, silent sob, every tear that fell onto his arm.
"But," he said, his voice a silken, cruel promise, "I'm not completely heartless. I'll give you a chance to come."
A pathetic spark of hope flickered in her chest. She turned her head, her eyes pleading.
He leaned close, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. "I'm going to fuck your ass."
The hope died, strangled by a cold wave of dread. "No," she whispered, the word a dry crack. "Wait, no, please. You know I don't... I hate it. It hurts. Please, not that. Anything but that."
He chuckled, the sound devoid of warmth. "You hate it? Right now, you don't get a choice. And you don't get to be a prissy little princess about it, not when you promised me anything just minutes ago." He mocked her. "Look at the state of you. You're a dripping, mindless set of holes. This one," he gave her pussy a dismissive slap, one that she couldnât even pretend to feel, "is broken. Numb. Useless. So we'll use the other one. The tight, reluctant one. The one you're so selfish with."
"Please," she begged again, but it was weak, the protest of a creature already broken. The aphrodisiac still thrummed in her veins, twisting her revulsion, mixing it with the relentless, chemical need. Her body, traitorously, was already clenching in anticipation she didn't want to feel.
âLook at you,â he scoffed, one hand trailing down to her ass. âDripping from your useless pussy all over yourself. Youâve made such a mess. We donât even need lube. Your own cunt juices have slicked the way. Your body knows what it needs, even if your mouth is still saying no.â
He pressed a finger against her ass. She flinched, a sob catching in her throat. "Tsk, so tense. So ungrateful. After everything I'm doing for you." He pushed the finger in, slowly, and she cried out, a sound of pain and shocking, unwanted fullness.
"Shut up," he said mildly, working the finger in and out. "You wanted to feel something. Now you will."
He added a second finger, stretching her, the burn sharp and clear through the numbness that enveloped her lower half. He scissored them, and a choked gasp was torn from her. It hurt. But underneath the hurt, buried deep in her drug-frayed nerves, something else stirred. A deep, resonant pressure that echoed the empty ache in her core.
"Ready?" he asked, not waiting for an answer.
He positioned himself, the blunt, broad head of his cock replacing his fingers. He didn't ease in. He pulled her hips back and pushed forward, a single, relentless invasion that stole the breath from her lungs.
She screamed. It was a raw, ragged sound of violation. The stretch was immense, burning, a feeling of being split open. She scrabbled at his arms, her nails digging in, but he held her immobile, buried to the hilt inside her.
"Fuck," he groaned, his composure slipping for a second into pure, carnal satisfaction. "So fucking tight. Even like this. Clenching on me like you hate it." He began to move.
He thrusted and the burn was acute, wrong. She tried to pull away, but his hands on her hips were anchors. âStop fighting it,â he commanded, his voice dropping, losing its mocking edge for one of dark, absolute authority. âThis is what you are now. This is what you get. Take it, and if youâre a good girl, if you let me fuck this tight little ass properly, Iâll let you come. Iâll give you what you need.â
The promise, demented and horrifying, was also a lifeline in the sea of her torment. The need, the chemical fire still raging in her veins, latched onto it. Her body, betraying her utterly, began to relax incrementally, accepting the impossible fullness.
âThatâs it,â he purred, sinking deeper with a low groan. âThere you go. See? Your body loves it. Itâs accepting its purpose.â
He began to move, a slow, deep, punishing rhythm. Each withdrawal was a tease, each thrust a claim. The initial pain blurred, transmuted by the drug and her own desperate psyche into a different kind of intensity. It was overwhelming, all-consuming. The numbness between her legs became a void that made the fierce, stretching fullness in her ass the sole point of existence. Every nerve ending there, unused and shocked, was now screaming, not in pain, but in a perverse, electrified sensitivity.
âYou feel that?â he grunted, picking up the pace slightly. His hands dug into the soft flesh of her hips. âYou feel how deep I am? This is where you belong. This is what youâre for. A dumb, drugged-up anal whore.â
His words washed over her. She was mewling now, pushing back against him, chasing the sensation that was building in a place it had no right to build. A coil was tightening low in her belly, unfamiliar and terrifying.
âIâm⊠Iâm gonnaâŠâ she babbled, the warning a confused sob.
âYouâre gonna what?â he demanded, hammering into her now, his rhythm losing its cruel leisure, becoming punishing and urgent. âYouâre gonna cum? From this? From getting your ass fucked like the cheap slut you are? Do it. Cum all over my cock, you filthy anal whore. Show me how much your broken body loves it.â
The coil snapped.
It was not a gentle cresting wave, but a violent, seismic rupture. A guttural scream was torn from her throat as her body convulsed, clamping down viciously around his invading length. A hot gush of fluid, from her numbed cunt, splashed over both of them, a humiliating testament to her bodyâs ultimate betrayal.
âYouâre squirting?â he roared, slamming into her through the pulsating contractions, his own control shattering. âYouâre fucking squirting all over the floor from getting your ass fucked? Youâre nothing more than a broken little anal slut.â
His final, brutal thrusts pushed her over the edge into a darkness that blanketed her, her body and mind shutting down against the overwhelming sensations.
â
Consciousness returned to her in soft, gentle waves. The first thing she was aware of was warmth. A deep, encompassing warmth that had nothing to do with the chemical fire that had consumed her before. It was the warmth of clean, soft sheets, and the solid, familiar heat of his body curled around her.
She was on her side, nestled against his chest, his arm a heavy, comforting weight around her waist. She could feel the steady, slow rhythm of his breath against her hair. The frantic, screaming need was gone, replaced with a quiet hum of satisfaction deep in her muscles and bones.
She stirred slightly, a soft sigh escaping her.
âHey,â his voice was a whisper, his tone tender and worlds away from the cruel puppeteer from before. âWelcome back.â
She tilted her head back. The harsh, mocking glint was gone from his eyes. In the dim light from the hallway, she saw only concern, affection, and a soft, sleepy warmth. He brushed a strand of hair from her damp forehead.
âHow do you feel?â he asked, his thumb stroking her cheek.
âMmm,â she managed, her voice hoarse. âFloaty. Sore. Good.â She nuzzled into his touch. âYou cleaned me up.â
âOf course I did,â he murmured, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. He pressed a kiss to her forehead. âGot you some water, too. Here.â
He reached over to the nightstand, bringing a cool glass to her lips. She drank gratefully, the water soothing her raw throat. When she was done, he set the glass aside and gathered her back into his arms, pulling the blanket up higher around her shoulders.
He pressed a soft kiss to her, whispering against her lips. âYou did so well, my perfect girl.â
She smiled against his mouth. âYour messy girl. I think I⊠made a mess.â
He chuckled, the sound warm and rich in his chest. âA spectacular mess. A record-breaking mess. I was very impressed.â His teasing was back, but it was the familiar, affectionate banter she loved, edged now with awe and pride. âYou totally passed out. Just⊠gone. Lights out. I had to carry you in here.â
She groaned, burying her face in his neck. âOh, god. Iâm sorry.â
âDonât you dare apologize,â he said. âIt was the hottest thing Iâve ever seen. And then you were all soft and sleepy and passed out. Very cute.â
He kissed her again and pulled her closer, fitting her perfectly against him. âSleep now. Iâve got you.â
And as she drifted off, wrapped in the profound safety of his arms, lulled by the steady beat of his heart.
Your eyes finally open. Youâre in a barn, a classic barn with red wooden walls. Youâre placed on a few stacks of hay. Your eyes adjust to the light coming in from the big open doors. You try to move- you canât. Your hands are tied behind your back with thick rope, digging into the skin of your wrists. You helplessly fight your restraints. And thatâs when you see him.
Dallas, the farmer walks through the open doors, right up to you. Heâs tall, brunette and carries a mischievous smirk on his face. His big forearms show as his red flannel sleeves are rolled up. He grabs your face, rough calloused fingers digging into your jaw and cheeks. Youâre forced to look at him.
âGood. Youâre awake.â
You instinctively try to pull back. After all, you donât know where you are or who he is. He notices your useless fighting, and lets out a low chuckle.
âDonât fight it sugar. Soon youâll grow to love it here.â
His voice is nice and deep, carrying a thick southern accent. He reaches into his pocket, pulling out a vial with some creamy white liquid in it. He holds it up proudly as he speaks again.
âYouâd fit into the herd so nicely.â
Herd? All kinds of alarmbells start to ring in your head. You donât know where the fuck you are. And who he is. All you remember is that you were walking home from the club. And now youâre here. You lift your chin, calling him every curse under the sun, helplessly trying to escape.
His fingers dig deeper into your jaw as he pushes your mouth open with his thumb. He pours the liquid inside and forces your jaw shut until you swallow.
You try to fight, scream, open your mouth, anything. But nothing helps. Eventually youâre forced to swallow. It tastes sweet and creamy, like delicious fresh milk.
Dallas pats your head, shaking his head disappointedly
âI told you not to fight it sugar. Iâm just helping you be what you were meant to be. You were lying to yourself by keeping up this 9-5 worklife like you werenât built to be a hucow.â Another chuckle escapes his lips as he watches you closely.
Dallas pulls out a bell, nice and shiny and gold. Your eyes follow it as he places it around your neck. It makes sounds with every movement. As your eyes darted down, you notice youâre in a cowprint bikini. Heâd for sure put you in that when you were unconscious.
âAll better now. You should start feeling better soon.â
You donât know what he meant by better, but your whole body started tingling. You feel a certain tightness in your chest, and your heartbeat races.
Your breasts started swelling, ballooning through at least 3 cup sizes in a minute. They feel heavy, bouncing slightly with every movement. Your nipples harden, creamy white beads forming at the peaks of your nipples. Soft moans escape your lips as the sensation is overbearing. All the while Dallas watches you with a smirk, his pants growing tighter as heâs watching you.
You barely notice in the haze of the feeling that Dallas came closer, petting your head, whispering words of praise in your ear.
âCâmon sugar, doesnât that just feel so good? Mmm I bet it does.â
He moves in front of you, hands squeezing your large udders as milk flows out. He attaches his mouth to the left one, squeezing the other.
You lose yourself in pleasure, the release arousing you more than anything ever has. Dallasâ right hand lets go of your udder, gliding lower as he moves the fabric of your panties to the side. His hands slide in between your thick folds, drawing circles over your clit, hungrily sucking at your tit still.
He continues this until you cum, loudly as your eyes roll back and your back arches onto his fingers.
You moan again, this time lower, resembling more of a moo. You think your brain is growing dumber. Did that liquid shrink your brain too? Well fuck what do you care. Youâre right at place here. Just like he said. Where did you even come from anyways?
As youâve finished, Dallas pats your head again, proudly.
âI told you you were a perfect fit sugar. Just you wait until I breed you. Such a perfect little cow. Moo for me sugar.â
And you do. Because it feels good. It feels good being docile. Youâre such a silly cow.
Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, dirty talk, pervy bully, fingering, bratty reader, bullying (obviously), slight dub-con (reader is secretly into it), semi-public sex, possessiveness, punishment, name calling, pet names
It was friday night, you had just left your dorm room through a cloud of your favorite perfume, slipping a pair of earrings into your ears. You hadnât made it very far when you felt the hair on the back of your neck stand up at the familiar deep, timbre behind you.Â
âHey, princess.âÂ
Title from the song Topless by Breaking Benjamin.
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It was friday night, you had just left your dorm room through a cloud of your favorite perfume, slipping a pair of earrings into your ears. You hadnât made it very far when you felt the hair on the back of your neck stand up at the familiar deep timbre behind you.Â
âHey, princess.âÂ
You didnât stop walking, trying to ignore the guy who had been making your life a living hell since move in day at the red brick dorm building. A few months back, you had gotten into the university of your dreams after being awarded a very generous scholarship. All thanks to your academic feat and impressive gpa, heaven knows you couldnât afford this school otherwise. Maybe, you thought, just maybe if you pretended not to hear him, he would just give up and leave you alone.Â
âWhere are you going, princess? Itâs past your bedtime.âÂ
Nope, that made him follow you. You could practically hear his cocky smirk on his dumb, perfect face. His voice came from the right, as he fell in step behind you. Your bully, one of the most gorgeous men youâd ever seen. Who also just happened to make it his life mission to accost you any given chance he got. It was almost like he camped out on the third story of the dorm building, where your room was. Waiting for you to come out so he could descend like a vulture onto you.Â
You rolled your eyes, hopping on one foot to buckle the strap of your high heel. âIâm going out.â you kept going, didnât even spare him a glance.
âAnd what kind of trouble are you going to be getting into tonight, hm?â he practically purred.Â
âIâm going to the club with my friend.âÂ
âDonât want me joining you?â he easily slipped his arm around your shoulders, leaning just enough of his weight against you to be uncomfortable. A grin playing at his lips, as he leaned way too close to you to nose at the nape of your neck. Taking in the scent of your perfume, making you duck away. A touch too familiar to you, as if you were two friends and not mortal enemies. If you had one enemy, it was him. If he had no enemies, then you were dead. He knew you didnât appreciate his plastic friendliness. And that only made him want to do it more. You shrugged his arm off.
âAs if Iâd invite you. Donât you have a night of playing video games and jerking off alone to get back to?âYou shrugged his arm off with an annoyed groan. You tried to keep your steps in a straight line, so he wouldnât notice the way his nose in your hair, and his thick bicep on your shoulder gave you goosebumps. He drank in your attitude,you were always prickly as a little cactus to him. It made him want to rough you up a more and more each time he ran into you âby accidentâ. Which seemed to happen a lot. But he would never admit to anything like nabbing your class schedule from your bag.Â
âAww, princess, is someone being a little extra bitchy today?â He feigned surprise, raising his eyebrows. He grabbed your hand firmly, planting his feet. It was like he dropped an anchor. Your body went one way, your arm went another, tugged back so sharply it almost had you on your ass. Your jaw dropped slightly from the sting to your pride at this guy calling you bitchy and the dull ache in the socket of your arm. Before you could get on his case, he was crowding you against the wall of the hallway. Pushing and caging you in with his strong arms.Â
This absolute prick⊠you thought immediately. Here you were already going to be late meeting your friend at the club, and now this. You felt heat rush to your cheeks, annoyance picking at your nerves. You recovered quickly, eyebrows furrowing in a scowl. You had to tip your head back to look him in the face due to the height difference between you two. What were they feeding these seniors? Freshmen probably. âExcuse me?âÂ
Your bullyâs sharp eyes roamed leisurely down your curves, making a point to peek down the front of the skimpy little dress you had thrown on for a night out. The satin material hugged your body like a second skin. He leaned into you, slotting his leg with yours. The material of his jeans rough against your bare legs. He hummed by your ear, you could feel his eyes on your breasts. It made you regret not wearing a bra under your clubbing outfit. He didnât seem to care, in fact a little grin curled his pouty lips as he saw your nipples hardening through your dress. It was cold in the hallways of this old dorm building, okay? You reasoned in your head.
You held your breath as he bent down, his lips barely ghosting against the shell of your ear, like he was going to say something. Instead, his large hand cupped the curve of your ass, dragging the edge of your dress up and over it. The sudden cold air clashing with his warm grip on the fat of your ass made you start. Now, flushing for a completely different reason than your initial annoyance. He had never gotten this handsy with you while he was bullying you before. Maybe a few smacks on your ass here and there as you walked through a doorway, but heâd never gone so far as to expose you like this. Your free hand was trapped between his muscular chest and your own. Confusion had spun your brain like top. âHey! What are you-â you gasped, demanding answers. You squirmed but your wrist was still in his firm grasp, somewhere by your head last time you had checked. Your brain almost didnât register heâd moved it until he tugged your hand down. Roughly pressing your palm onto his half hard cock in his jeans.Â
âJust seeing if you're as much of a slut as everyone says you are, princess.â he teases you easily. Dropping a soft kiss to your neck and a chuckle that clashes with the mean thing he just said to you. Planting kisses up your neck, stopping just short of your ear, to nose into your hair again. Your sweet perfume fills his senses like a cloud of smoke. You feel his dick twitch against your hand.
âWhat the hell!â You bark at him, your face darkening in anger. This guy just pushed and pushed, with no care for your boundaries. You werenât going to sit here and take this! Who cares if his cock felt huge and heavy in your handâŠand it wasnât even full hard yet. You tugged your hand out of his grip, biting your lip. Only because he let you though, looking down at you with a smug snort. He always found it funny when he finally got you to crack. When he got your anger to boil over and splatter like hot oil in his face. He loved turning the quiet little good girl into an angry, sputtering mess in front of his eyes. He could appreciate a good brat. He loved to knock girls like you down a peg.Â
You were so sweet that first day of the semester. When you came up to none other than him. He was a lazy senior, and you were a bright eyed, bushy tailed freshman. You had looked up at him with those big, doe eyes and asked him where the Arts building was. Heâd never forget how your cute little face was all flushed from the winter air and nerves. He told you the wrong directions, of course. Just to watch you erupt into the classroom fifteen minutes late to your first class, with a panicked look. He guessed you didn't like wandering aimlessly around campus. Lost and running even later than you already were.Â
He couldnât help it. You certainly didnât find it as funny as he did. Tough crowd, jeez. But He didnât just find it funny, no. He felt his body thrum with excitement, his eyes glued to the way you stumbled stuttering apologies into class. The hairstyle you probably meticulously put up for your first day of college, ruined by the winter wind. He almost broke out into a grin when those cute muji pens you must have been so excited to use to doodle notes in your textbooks came spilling from your pencil case due to your shaking hands. The way you nervously looked back at all those faces of the other students who watched your walk of shame. Everyone staring at you. You must have felt so small, so embarrassed. It was intoxicating. And it was all thanks to him. Your bully couldnât hold back his amused crooked grin when your eyes found his in the lecture hall, where he sat near the back. That sweet, kicked puppy expression of yours turned into ice queen cold. Full of unbridled disdain. You looked at him like he was a walking, talking piece of shit. He loved it. You were wearing that same look now, as he towered over you. Pinning you to the wall.
âDo not call me a slut.â You huffed at him, your hands giving him a hard shove to his chest. Well, it probably felt like a hard shove to you. A good girl like you never had to shove anyone before, probably. To him it felt like a little kitten hissing and spitting at him, it was cute. Trying your best to puff yourself up, and look big and tough. You tugged your hand away from his dick like it was a hot brand.Â
âWell you sure aren't acting like a princess right now.â he smirked, slipping a leg between yours, pressing his thigh into your hot cunt, It made you gasp and press yourself harder into the wall. Trying to escape it.âWhy are you acting like so much of a brat tonight?â he got in close to push the words directly into your ear, making your shoulders hike up.Â
âIâm not.â you say quickly, your face burning. Your hands pushing at his knee to try and dislodge it from your cunt. Your thighs squeezed his leg to force him out. âI canât do this right now- Iâm supposed to be meeting my friend at the club right now.â but your bullyâs muscular body was unbudging as a statue, a mean chuckle rumbling in his chest as you switched tactics. Instead, you tried lifting your crotch off his thigh. That didnât work either. It was thick enough that it made your legs spread impossibly wide just to avoid it. In truth, you were just trying to hide the way your panties were sticking to your pussy, growing uncomfortably wet. But he didnât need to know how hot being pinned to the wall and called a slut was getting you. He could probably feel your pulse against his leg.Â
He clicked his tongue disapprovingly as you tried to push him away, but in reality, your squirming was turning him on. It had been a while since he had seen you so feisty. âCanât do what right now?â he scooped both your wrists up in one hand. Easily pinning them to the wall by your head. âWe do this whenever, and wherever I feel like it, sweetheart.â his voice full of fake sweetness, pushing his leg more against your panty clad pussy. He bit down on his lip as he felt your cunt squeeze at that sentiment. His free hand dropped down, palming at his thickening cock. âdamn, doll, look at you, dressed up all pretty for me.âÂ
Your belly swooped, his pupils swallowing up the color of his eyes as he took in your outfit and make up. You had spent over an hour perfecting both for a night of drinks and maybe dancing at the club. Your expression soured as he implied youâd done all that primping just for him. Your heart kicked around inside your chest as you watched his hand stroke the sizeable bulge in his jeans.
âWhat the hell do you think youâre doing?â you try to sound angry. But your voice turns breathless at the last moment. God, itâs huge. You can see the outline of his uncut cock as it strains against his pants. Thereâs no way heâs wearing underwear, those jeans were leaving nothing to the imagination. They were practically vacuum sealed to his junk.Â
Youâd caught glimpses of before, of course, when he walked around in those damn gray sweatpants. Commando, always commando. You could just tell this asshole didnât believe in wearing underwear. The confident jerk.
âIâm enjoying the view. Why⊠does that bother you?â Your bully was practically begging to get clocked in the jaw with the smug smirk on his face as he said it. Yes, it bothered you, your panties were losing their battle to keep your juices leaking from down your thigh. Heâs holding your wrists against the wall. His other hand is hiking up your thigh, to the hem of your dress slowly. Til his fingers are brushing up against the lace of your panties. âso pretty.â he groans under his breath.Â
Your back goes straight as a rod in shock, as his eyes grow heavy raking over your cute panties. You stammer quickly, âD-dont touch-â youâre trying to close your legs before he can see it. Before he can realize how wet you are. He already finds enough ammunition to bully you as is. He doesnât need to know how much his touch is making your clit throb. Your heart is thumping in your chest. You wish you wore a different pair of panties, because the lace on these is absolutely sheer enough that he can see your fat pussy through them. He grinds his leg into your cunt just to watch you squirm. You pull at your wrists in his hand only making him grip tighter.
âWhatâs the matter, baby? Youâre acting like youâve never been felt up before.â He coos mocking in your ear. Your bullyâs hot breath ghosting over the shell, followed by his lips. You shake your head, trying to form a rebuttal. âdonât close your thighs on me, princess.â he chides softly, using the hand between your legs to nudge them open. Your thighs were gripping his leg like a stripper pole. You had to look away from him to regain your voice.Putting on your best irritated look.Â
âQuit it.â your voice came out like a soft whine instead, betraying you. âW-whatâs gotten into you?âÂ
âSomeoneâs little princess pussy is getting worked up, isn't she?â he kept his hand between your legs, holding them open. âDonât try to squirm away either, this is the same kind of treatment youâd be getting at that club anyway. Some rando pressed up against you, with his hand up your little skimpy skirt. Trying to fingerbang you on the dancefloor.â He scoffed meanly, drumming his fingers in almostâŠannoyance? He felt himself growing more excited as you held back an embarrassed sound. âCome on, be nice and sweet to me,baby, like youâd be to him.âÂ
You scrunch your nose up, âNice to you? Why would I be nice to you a horny, perv like you?â you turn your nose up at him, as if youâd let some guy on a club dancefloor feel you up like heâs doing now. You wouldn't. At least, not without some tequila shots involved first.
He doesnât seem to like that, he tuts at you. His eyes darkened as they flit to your tits. âJust wait til you see how not nice I can be then.â he took his hand off your thigh, only for you to quickly try to snap your legs shut. He catches you in an instant, shoving an arm between them and blocking you. âJust for that, I think you need to be punished.â His palm cups your mound. He bullies you even more against the wall with his thick body. His fingers slide from the gusset to the cute bow on the top of your panties,feeling out your pussy lips then dragging just barely over your swollen clit.Â
âOh yeah? What are you gonna do?â you feel like a chihuahua barking at a doberman, but you donât back down.Â
âIâm gonna do more than just spread your legs, princess.â His fingers slip into your panties, now touching your bare slit. Just barely squeeze your clit between two fingers, without touching it directly. You can feel and hear his breath in your ear as he feels how wet you already are. You donât let the rush of heat to your face crack your cold expression. An unimpressed hmph leaving your throat. Your false confidence crumbles fast as he pinches it harder between his fingers, rolling your clit in its hood, making your thighs jump. So much for acting tough. His hands move like he knows exactly how good that feels for you.Â
âOh, you like it when I play with that pretty little clit, donât you?â His voice sounds exactly the same way it does when he bullies you. Except, itâs never sounded so horny before, that rough and heated. Like heâs basking in the feel of your velvety soft cunt. Youâve never seen this side of your bully, heâs practically elated with sadistic pleasure at the way you shiver and squeeze his thigh with your own. He keeps at it, moving slow and deliberately. Just taunting you with how much he knew that little trick worked on you.Â
You and the plenty of other girls heâd gotten in his bed over these couple years in university. You were practically dripping by the time he actually swiped his fingers through your folds. Wetting them before returning to rub and pinch your pudgy clit. His hand held down your quivering thigh as he worked you over..Â
âI donât-â Yes, you do. You love it. Heâs rubbing with barely any pressure and itâs making you so sensitive that your fingers are curling around his hand thatâs pinning them. Hoping for anything to anchor you as your legs begin to shake and- no, no youâre not cumming on your bullyâs fingers. You refuse. âDonât touch it. Iâm gonna be late to m-meet my friend.â yeah, that excuse sounds plausible. Honestly, youâd try anything at this point to save your pride and get unstuck from this damn wall. You two were practically in plain sight in the middle of the dorm hallway where anyone could walk by and see. Your cunt throbbed at the thought, a pathetic whine leaving your lips.Â
âMmh, your thighs say otherwise.â He nuzzled against your neck, peppering kisses to your heated skin. Sweat formed on the backs of your thighs by the time he decided to stop playing with your swollen clit and start caressing your wet pussy. Slipping his finger between your lips, making your hole flutter. âThatâs too bad about your friend, but we canât have you leaving like this.â he laughed, âwet pussy is just crying for me, fuck. You better get used to me, princess, youâre mine now.â he smushed you further into the wall. Grinding his hard cock against your leg with a low groan. Words you probably would never have expected or wanted to hear from your bully.
You felt yourself blush to your ears, a twisted knot of arousal in your gut. It was getting harder and harder to ignore it. All you could do was shake your head and breathe through your hard nose. In an attempt to stifle the whimpers leaving your throat, you bit your bottom lip hard. His hand slips around your throat. He pressed the back of your head into the wall and you swallow thickly under his palm. His voice rumbling in his chest. âWhat a good girl, getting so nice and sloppy for me. This is what happens when youâre brat. Do I need to punish you some more?â You fixed your blissed out expression when he leaned away from your neck to admire your face, a smirk tugging at his lips when you couldnât hide it fast enough.Â
âPunishment? Yeah, right.â You retorted, making a show of rolling your eyes.âYou canât punish me, I didnât even do anything.â Your voice felt raw from holding back your moans. Save for a few grunts and whines that slipped through. Your bully looked positively amused at that.Â
âWell, since you like being bratty so much, why donât I show you just how much I can punish you.â His heart raced in his chest. Holding you here, with his hand around your throat like a collar. He gave you a warning squeeze to your windpipe, before he was pulling your panties to the side.His digits rubbing small circles at your entrance. You squeezed your eyes shut, hating how much you were loving this. A small breath hissed between your teeth as he teased you with his thick fingers.Â
âSay sorry, princess.â He said almost out of nowhere. There was a warning tone in his voice that made your cunt feel hotter. You wondered, just for a moment. Then for longer than a moment. What if you just refused? His fingers stroked between the slick folds with a wet sound. Your cunt throbbed at what he might do if you said no. Maybe you really were a brat. He looked you in the eyes, his heavy brow. Sharp eyes narrowed, boring into your skull. His thumb swiped your clit without warning, making your hips buck as your breath hitched. He wanted to look you in the eyes when you apologized to him, he wanted to hear you apologize even though you didnât do anything wrong. He tried to hold in the smug grin when you hadnât even noticed he had let go of your wrists a while ago. You were stuck there up against the wall, with your hands free looking up at him with a dumb expression. And you weren't using those free hands at all.You were too caught up in how good his fingers felt fucking into your needy, wet hole. He wanted to watch you cave in on yourself and apologize for being a little brat.
âNo.â
Your bullyâs eyebrows went up. âNo?â He could feel the way your heart rate spiked after you said it. your fear anticipation was practically pouring out of you. He couldnât be happier that you were not backing down to him with your tail between your legs like he had expected. Yet. âWell, if you're going to be a naughty girl like thatâŠâÂ
A squeal of satisfaction left your mouth as he fucked his fingers roughly into your soaking cunt with schlick sound. Your eyes went wide, a thrill ran up your spine. A zing! straight to the base of your skull at the idea that you were defiant, naughty. You were being bad and you got punished for it. For real this time. It made you hot like nothing had ever before. But you weren't going to let this asshole know that. His thumb flicked your swollen bud to distract you from the stretch. âMhm, did those big fingers hurt stretching your little pussy? Say âsorryâ sweetheart.â his breath hot against your face. He actually had to laugh at the way you refused and turned your nose up at him, like that. Like he was a pesky fly to be ignored.Â
âYou call that a punishment?â You taunted him, His fingers were so much thicker than your own, they reached deeper than yours could. They filled you up perfectly snug.Your breath hitched as his thumb brushed your clit over and over til your sounds grew higher and higher. He just gave you a condescending chuckle.Â
âItâs just a taste, I could always do more.â His tone shifted to a more playful one, but there was a coldness in his eyes as when he had shoved two fingers into you, that you couldnât ignore. âNow apologize, princess.â he demanded into your ear. Your pussy squeezed his fingers, practically buzzing with arousal at being put into line and teased like this. You wanted him to be meaner, stricter. His fingers werenât moving, and it made you grow desperate, as you chased that feeling. You bit your lip, shaking your head because you didnât know if you could muster up the courage to tell your bully ânoâ again.Â
âI-I won't apologize.â you scowled up at him, your voice dropping to a whisper, a hint of challenge in your tone. Maybe it wasnât the smartest idea to rile your bully up like this. He seemed to get a little more cruel, more rough each time you put up a little bit of fight. You knew you could pull his strings a little if you played this just right, you could see the way his eyes stared down at you. He was searching for a chink in your armour, even as his fingers were knuckle deep in your clenching heat. He was breathing so heavy, as you stood your ground.It felt refreshing to him. He had always had it so easy with girls around campus, using his looks to get what he wanted out of sorority girls, freshmen, even girls with boyfriends. Which was all well and good. Usually he didnât even have to try before he was balls deep in some jock's girlfriendâs pussy. With her legs over his shoulders as he pounded her hard and deep. But you were different, you seemed to hate him. But you also couldnât hide the way being around him got you not so secretly wet. He loved it. You were a challenge and he found himself pulling out all the stops to make you feel so damn good you cried.Â
It was like his years of coasting on easy mode, going through college girls like it was a damn marathon race. It all led up to your sweet little cunt wrapped around his fingers, while he played you like an instrument. Using the skills heâd picked up to ruin your pussy for anyone else with just a couple fingers. He was holding onto your neck like his life depended on it. Your bully was getting off on your pleasure like he was starving for it. He had barely even noticed his aching cock weeping precum into his jeans. Far too focused on the way you glared at up at him, the way you tried to hide how wet you were. But he could feel it. He groaned into the crook of your neck as he began to rock his fingers deep into your pussy. Reveling in the way your thighs twitched.Â
Your stern glare was replaced quickly as your eyes grew wide. You inhaled sharply as you felt his fingers touch something inside you that made your toes curl. You blinked in horror, and shock, your face going hot. That tough girl act shriveling up and dying quickly. He felt you full body shudder against him. âW-wait, hold on-â
He knew the exact moment he had found your g spot. You all but melted against him, your brain turning to mush in your pretty little head. Poor thing, you probably never could hit the right spot on your own. His body weight bearing down on you is heavy and comforting all at once. Your body involuntary reacting to his fingers. He sunk his teeth into your shoulder to stifle his own low moan. âAw, did I hit the spot?â He could feel the way your pussy spasmed around his digits. The way you mewled, all that teasing got your sweet spot so sensitive to his touch. It was almost worth how painful his cock felt right now pressing against his zipper. He would have to rethink his usual decision to go commando whenever he thought he was going to be around you. âYouâve got to be the most sensitive woman i've ever met, princess, fucking hell. What? Have you never been touched like this before?â he teased to cover up the way he growled at your pussy sucking in his fingers..Â
Your eyes drooped, hands clinging to his broad shoulders. Your nails dug into his skin through the thin fabric. You felt your orgasm ramping up like youâd never felt before. It was heavy in your belly, like a ball of twine unraveling, faster and faster. Your thighs shook hard, âOh my god!â you keened, he was rocking his fingers deep into your cunt, stuffing you full over and over, never pulling out just pushing deeper. âI-I canât- what the-â
âI can feel you getting close, baby,â he grunted, pressing his thick pecs up against your chest, trapping you between his body and the wall. You felt like he was holding you up by your neck at this point, so weak in the knees. âSay it.â He commanded. He didnât choke you, not yet. You inhaled sharply, your hips bucking with each curl of his fingers.
 âO-oh god-â you tried to speak but it came out as a jumble. Your bully could see your dazed look, his fingers were fucking you stupid. You felt like your lower half was buzzing, he could see you shaking apart. For just a moment his hand clenched around your throat, cutting off your air a little. Just to show you who was in charge.
 âSay. it, princess. Lemme hear how Iâm making this cute bullybait pussy feel so good, hm?â He pumped his fingers in and out of your clenching hole, his palm smacking your clit.Â
âmâsorry...â you sighed softly, your voice small and fucked out. Your hips twitching in his hand, slick dripping down his fingers, to his wrist. Your pussy making sloppy, wet noises embarrassingly loud in the dorm hallway. He couldnât help but grind his hips against your thigh, matching your soft moan with a growl of his own as he watched you shake apart on his fingers. He rubbed hard into your g spot, til you were shuddering and your eyes were rolling back into your head. Pleasure making your brain work syrupy slow. Cumming so hard your vision fizzled like tv snow. You slumped down, half limp.Â
âAnd you don't ever disrespect me again.â He grit his teeth, breath hot against your cheek, squeezing your neck. His voice sounded almost hoarse as he struggled to hold back from choking you out through your orgasm. âOr this will happen more often than you could even fathom. Do I make myself clear, princess?âÂ
He held you captive with his eye contact, he wanted you to agree without a trace of defiance.Â
Your breath was short, shaky and shallow. You looked up at him, fucked out, your mouth hanging open, eyes glassy and half lidded. Cheeks blooming with red hot humiliation and arousal. You felt like your legs were going to give out under you as they quivered from your bully making you cum the hardest you've ever cum in your life. Nodding weakly with a loud, broken moan. A whimper escaping as he pulled out of your sensitive cunt.
He grinned, his breathing coming in slow, measured breaths like he was trying to calm himself down. He looked down at you, his eyes skirting your swollen lips, plump from you biting them. He dipped down to kiss you, his hand finally leaving your neck as he pressed his lips against yours gently. His warm tongue brushing the seam of your lips, making you sigh. He kissed you like he needed to taste you. But he controlled himself, pulling back with a sweet smile. âI'm proud of you, princess. Now go get ready to see your friend like nothing happened.â He stepped back all too quickly, looking at your scramble to catch yourself on the wall. Giving you a look like you were the weird one for being so unsteady on your feet.Â
Reality dawned harshly as you felt embarrassment up to your ears. You kept your mouth shut as you fixed your skirt with the little scrap of dignity you had left, wiping at your messed up lipstick on your mouth. You shot one last uncertain look to your bully as he crossed his arm, and donned his trademark cocky smirk. You padded off toward your dorm without a word.Â
As you left, he watched you go. He stood there in the hallway. When he was sure you were gone he took a deep breath and rubbed the hand with your slick all over on his pants to remove the traces of you on it.Â
What in the world was he doing? Jeez. Getting a kick out of bullying and harrassing such a cute, bratty girl as you? It was so wrongâŠbut it was so. much, fun.
A pair of couples meets a charming lady in a jacuzzi one night
Part 1
âWhat dâya reckon?â Lach asked his friend, Chemp. âAre Salâs tits bigger? Or Jillâs?â
Chemp raised his arms out of the bubbling, warm water, and rested them on the stone deck behind him. He glanced over the statuesque brunette and buxom redhead on the other side of the jacuzzi.
âI think your wife has mine beat, mate,â he said with a shrug. âBut only since you knocked her up.â
âWhat are you arseholes talking about over there?â Sally said, crossing her arms over her chest.
âI said motherhood has done wonders for you, love!â Chemp yelled over the bubbles. Lach barked out a laugh and raised his can of beer in salute.
The two couples had decided to take their winter holiday up in Maine at an expensive mountain resort, not an easy investment for the group of friends coming from Sydney, Australia, but Chemp and Lach promised to split the bill.
And so there they were, the four of them, the kids spending the week with Jillâs cousin in Boston, while they enjoyed some well-earned adult time. However, Lach and Chemp had a loose interpretation of âadultâ time, cracking jokes at every turn at the expense of their wives. Jill and Sally bit back, of course, but the more the guys pinched their butts and left their eyes lingering on their chests, the more the girls began to long for time away from the rambunctious jerks.
âHey! Jill!â Lach said over his beer. âYou and Sal should do a snow roll! Câmon, you can jump right back in the water when youâre done! Itâs good for your skin, especially if you go naked!â
âYou go first, then! Letâs see it, Lach!â Jill retorted. âCareful in the snow, mind you. Or is it as small as it gets already?â
âAnyway, you couldnât pay me enough to put my bum in the snow. What are you on about?â Sally said, lifting her martini above the churning hot tub water.
âI bet I could get you to roll in the snow,â a liquid smooth voice said from behind a curtain of steam. âAnd all without offering you a penny.â
From the other side of the jacuzzi floated a fit woman with elegant, silver hair tied into a bun. She was a bit older than the pair of couples, but had tight, muscular curves under her spandex swimsuit and sparkling blue eyes over two ruby red lips, plush but not swollen. She smiled amiably at them.
âWhat makes you say that?â Jill asked, relieved to be talking to anyone but the two bone-headed husbands for a minute.
âHm, just a specialty of my trade. Iâm a performer at the hotel casino. I like using the hotel jacuzzi to relax after a nightâs work.â
She swam to a nearby jet, letting the streaming water batter her shoulder as she reclined her head on the pool ledge.
âYeah? What kind of performer?â asked Chemp.
âIâm a hypnotist. Nothing special, really. Just your standard stage act, but it pays the bills.â
âOh, wow! I tried hypnosis once, to help me get over my fear of needles back in uni.â Jill said, excitedly.
Chempâs jaw dropped. âOy! You never told me that! Why wasnât I around to watch?!â
âMaybe you were too busy having a wank with Lachlan, yeah?â Sally teased.
Lach raised his hands defensively. âNow, dearest, no need to hit below the belt!â He laughed and then addressed the older woman. âBut youâre serious, are you? MsâŠ?â
âJudy,â she answered. âAnd yes, Iâm very serious.â
Chemp set down his beer on the chilly stone ledge, his eyes lighting up like a boy at Christmas.
âCould you hypnotize these two, then?â He jabbed a thumb at Jill and Sally.
âHah! Youâd like that wouldnât you?â scoffed Sally.
âI could,â Judy said, gliding through the water, closer towards the group. âIf the two ladies are willing, of course.â She raised a silver eyebrow at Sally.
Jill beamed. âIâll give it a go! Itâd be good for a laugh.â
Sally rolled her eyes and tucked a lock of her red hair behind her ear. She glanced around the hot tub. Aside from the disarming stranger, they had the pool all to themselves.
âOh, why the fuck not?â She said, taking another sip of her martini.
âWonderful!â said Judy, her voice like velvet. Her twinkling eyes settled on the brunette. âLet me start with you, Jill, was it?â
Jill nodded as Judy swam over, taking a seat next to her under the bubbling water.
âOkay. Well, Jill, I want you to know that youâre safe and with friends here, so you know you can relax and trust me. Weâre just relaxing in this cozy hot tub, and you feel so nice in the warm water, and it would be no trouble for you to raise your hand in the air for me right now. Just bring it right above your face and I just want you to stare at your hand. Youâre from Australia, arenât you?â
âUhâŠyes,â Jill said as her hand lifted out of the water and hovered above her, the steam from the hot tub wisping off her fingers in the chilly night.
âGood. You can just stare at your hand for me, and youâre doing such a good job listening to me, so far away from home on your vacation. And since youâre on vacation you can just relax and go with the flow. No stress, no worries, and just relaxing in the warm water as you keep watching your hand floating upâŠhigher and higherâŠletting your hand float higher and higherâŠâ
Jillâs eyes lifted in her skull as her hand magically hovered higher above her head. On her side, she felt Judyâs soft hand gently caress her shoulder, softly swaying her back and forth. Her face relaxed as she kept listening to Judyâs smooth, confident voice in her ear.
âThatâs very good, dear. Watching your hand drifting higher and higher as you feel heavier and heavier, melting into the nice, warm water and you can just sleep now, hand dropping down, and dropping down, down into sleepâŠdropping into sleep nowâŠâ
With one smooth motion, Judy pulled Jillâs outstretched hand down past her face and into the water. The brunetteâs eyes slammed shut and she flopped helplessly against Judy as she caught the entranced womanâs weight on her shoulder. The older woman cradled Jillâs head, softly stroking her hair.
âDrifting all the way downâŠdeeply asleepâŠâ she carefully lay Jillâs head back on the jacuzzi ledge. âjust driftingâŠhead deep asleep above the waterâŠyou feel comfortable, yes?â
ââŠyesâŠâ Jill mumbled, her eyes closed and a blissful smile on her face.
âThatâs good. Deeply asleep, your brain stuck in this deep, deep trance, stuck like glueâŠyouâre not going anywhere, are you honey?â
âNoâŠâ
âVery goodâŠâ Judy said, leaving the woman lost in peaceful slumber. Her eyes swiveled to Sally, who was staring pop-eyed at her best friend.
âReady for your turn?â She asked Sally. Her look of shock made the men hoot with laughter. Judy ignored them.
âI donât reckon Iâll go under like that,â Sally said with a nervous grin. Judy swam in front of the heavier woman.
âDonât worry about her. Donât worry about anything and just listen to my voice. A lot of people say I have a very calming voice. Do you agree?â
Before Sally could answer, Judy took her hand and started tracing small circles over her knuckles.
âI bet a lot of people tell you that you have smooth skin. Is that true? You really do have soft, smooth skin. Have you ever noticed that? Have you noticed how smooth my voice is? It is very sweet and soft. Just like your hand is very soft. Donât you agree? Think about it, and while you think about it you can just watch my hand up hereâŠâ
Judy lifted her hand out of the water, fluttering her fingers above Sallyâs face.
âSometimes I tell people to picture a magic fairy dancing on my fingersâŠdancing aroundâŠback and forthâŠand if you follow my fingers you can imagine a pretty fairy making little sparkles, and itâs easy to picture when you listen to my voice thatâs telling you how soft your hand is and you can let the fairy take you to sleepâŠâ
Judy brushed her hand over Sallyâs face. The redhead blinked, her eyes bleary and unfocused. Judy waved her fingers down the womanâs face again.
ââŠeyes closingâŠâ
Brush
ââŠfollowing the fairyâŠâ
Brush
âDeeply asleepâŠeyes closing nowâŠheavierâŠheavierâŠheavierâŠ.there we goâŠâ
Sallyâs eyes finally succumbed to Judyâs coaxing words and her head nodded forward. The hypnotist pulled Sally gently by the hand, sending her tumbling into Judyâs waiting arms. She held her, aided by the buoyancy of the water, in a tender embrace, the Australian womanâs cheek nestled on Judyâs breast.
âDrifting in a sweet dream nowâŠsweet dreamsâŠlistening to my voiceâŠâ
She slowly maneuvered herself between the two entranced woman, Sallyâs head still resting on her chest.
âLetting yourself drift away, guided by my smooth, wonderful voiceâŠnice deep sleep nowâŠlaying back against the smooth wallâŠhead above the waterâŠjust stuck in placeâŠyouâre not going anywhereâŠgoodâŠâ
Judy helped Sally recline back, mimicking Jill as the two sank under the hypnotistâs spell. The older woman draped her arms around their shoulders and smiled knowingly at Chemp and Lach as they gawked at her performance.
âFuckinâ hell! Are they really hypnotized?â asked Chemp.
âWhat? You think theyâre acting?â Judy winked at the aghast men, her fingers caressing the arms of their wives. âTake my word for it, these ladies are out cold.â
âProve it, then,â said Lach.
Judyâs wine dark lips smirked and there was a mischievous twinkle in her eye as she turned back to the two dozing women. She gently stroked the back of their necks eliciting sleepy grins and sighs.
âListen to my voice, ladies. You love listening to my voice and each silky word I say takes you deeperâŠand deeperâŠand deeperâŠand maybe youâll find yourself drifting out of tranceâŠâ
Both Jill and Sallyâs eyes fluttered and opened blearily for a minute.
ââŠuntilâŠyou hear my voice and my words send you deep, deep, deep asleep. Deeper now, every word I say pushing you deep, deep, deep, and that feels good, doesnât it?â
Judyâs arms had snaked around the two womenâs necks and pulled their heads gently to her shoulders, letting them nap cuddled on top of her. The girls sighed, peaceful as two dozing angels.
"Yes, it does feel good," Judy continued, her words hardly more than a gentle murmur. The men watched, enraptured as the silver-haired woman whispered her commands, her full lips brushing their wivesâ ears. âEverything I say feels good. You feel so nice and happy when you listen to me. Every word I say taking you deeper, making you happier. Happier and happierâŠheavier and heavierâŠyouâre so happy now that you both can give me a nice smile. Smile nice and wide for me.â
The women grinned ear-to-ear as if they were having the best dream in the world.
âAnd the heavier your feel the happier you are, as you listen to every word I say and feel so happy and heavy. You listen so well and everything I say is true and it makes you so happy. So, if I mention that your swimsuit tops are getting tighter and tighter, you listen and you can feel your tops getting tighter and tighter now.â
The girls suddenly lost their smiles as they sat up straight in the hot tub, furrowing their brows in mild discomfort. Lach and Chemp chortled to each other as their wives absently fiddled with the straps of their tops, hefting their tits up, trying to understand why they felt so constrained.
âMmm, thatâs right girls,â Judy said, leaning back on the ledge with ease. âThose tops are so tight, itâs hard to breathe. Theyâre positively stifling! Theyâre so tight you need to take them off right now. You feel safe and secure here. Thereâs nobody here but us adults. You need to take your tops off and let your girls hang free. Such a relief to take your tight tops offâŠnowâŠâ
Still adrift in Judyâs trance, the two ladies reached back and unhooked their bikini tops. Lach and Chemp cheered as four naked, massive tits splashed into the hot tub. The girls instantly relaxed, Sally dropping her shoulders down while Jill sighed musically as her right hand came up to rub her nipple.
âYou feel so good now, ladies. Remembering to drop deeper with every word I say. Feeling so relaxed and free to have your tits out. In a moment, Iâm going to bring you up out of this lovely trance, but you will slip back down, letting my sweet voice guide you deeper anytime you hear my voice say the word âtranceâ. You will fall back into this wonderful, peaceful state when you hear my voice say the word âtranceâ. Do you understand?â
ââŠyesâŠâ The two topless women mumbled.
âWhen you wake up, you will not notice that you are topless. You will not be concerned that your tits are out. You will think you are decently dressed, with your top on, having a lively conversation with a fascinating stranger. Even if you glance down and see your naked breasts, you wonât think anything is out of place. Coming back up, fully awake in 3âŠ2âŠ1âŠâ
Judy snapped her fingers. Jill and Sally blinked their eyes, looking momentarily lost, their heavy breasts bobbing in the warm water.
ââŠand thatâs the best part of having a hypnosis act,â Judy said, as if she was deep in conversation with the guys. âItâs just so fun to have subjects that completely forget they were hypnotized and have no idea how their being manipulated. Donât you think so, Jill?â
Jill shook her head into focus, a bit startled at being addressed.
âHuh? Oh. Iâm sorry, I think I might have spaced out there a little bit.â
âDonât you even remember getting hypnotized?â Sally said, laughing at her friend. âCâmon Jill! She was making you stare at your hand and you just completely zonked out!â
âNo! NoâŠâ Jill tried to think, screwing up her face in confusion. âWe were just having a conversation, werenât we?â
Lach and Chemp could hardly contain themselves any longer and burst out laughing. Sally frowned at them.
âWhat are you two hooting at?â Sally shot her husband and neighbor an annoyed look. âYou better watch out, or you could be next.â
As she spoke, Sally stretched her arms over her head, lifting her massive jugs into the air, a small waterfall cascading down her soft cleavage. The menâs eyes were on stalks.
âOy, Sal!â Lach said through his grin. âYou donât feel itâs just a little drafty out here, do you?â
âWhat do you mean?â Sally replied. She glanced around the jacuzzi, oblivious to her giant tits flopping against her chest with every turn.
âEh. Never mind,â Lach said with a wave of his hand. âHey, Jill, darling, do you think you could hand us another beer from the eski there?â
âOh, sure thing!â Jill said chipperly as she hopped out of the jacuzzi and went to the small cooler they had set on one of the plastic sun chairs. The two men smiled lasciviously to themselves as they watched Jillâs nipples harden in the winter chill. She passed Lach another beer and jumped back into the cozy water, her pale tits glistening in the outdoor light.
She fixed Chemp with a quizzical stare. âWhat?â she asked
Chemp was gawking shamelessly at her.
âBabe, look down. What do you see?â
Jill glanced down and shrugged her shoulders. âMy tits, silly! What did you expect?â
âDonât you need your top?â Chemp asked, baffled.
âIâm wearing my top, genius!â Jill bit back, unaware of her self-contradiction. âWhat is wrong with you two?â
âNever mind them,â Judy said, gliding back between the two women. âYou know how men are. They see a lovely display like thisâŠâ
Judy reached out and grabbed both women by the nipple. They opened their mouths in shock.
ââŠand itâs like they just go into a trance.â
Like magic, the two womenâs eyes fluttered and their heads sank down to their chests, deeply under Judyâs influence once again.
âGood job, girlsâŠmy voice letting you drop deeper and deeper into my nice, peaceful trance. So attentive to every beautiful word I say when youâre in trance. So helpful and obedient for me now. Just driftingâŠdriftingâŠdriftingâŠdown into trance.â
The hypnotist turned back to the men with another self-satisfied grin.
âSee? Are you both convinced now?â
âHah! Iâll say, love!â Lach guffawed. âI donât suppose you could teach us that little trick of yours?â
Judy pressed her smile into a line and shook her head. âIâm afraid not, tiger. Trade secret and all. But I could make things just a little more interesting for you boys. Iâm sure youâd like to see these lovely ladies put on a nice show for you two. Maybe give you both a guarantee for a fun night?â
Chemp and Lach exchanged glances.
âWhatâs the deal?â Chemp asked.
âHow would like to see your wives rolling around in the snow together? Getting their bodies nice and chilled while they believe theyâre on a sunny beach together?â
âAw, brilliant!â Lachlan declared. âLetâs see it then!â
âJust a moment,â Judy said, holding up her hand. âFun is fun, but this is how I make a living, and I can only afford to hand out so many free samples. Would you be willing to pay say, twenty dollars, for the extra show?â
The two men glanced at each other considering the deal. Finally, Lach shrugged.
âEh, why not? Itâs not everyday we get to pull one over on the girls like this, right?â
Chemp shrugged and reached for his phone on the stone floor.
âCan we venmo you, then?â
Judy nodded and gave them her payment details. Chemp held up the phone to prove that he had just transferred twenty dollars, American, to her account. The older woman smiled and sidled back to her topless subjects.
âJill, Sally, you are both deep, deep in my trance and will now lift your heads and let your eyes open. Still listening to my wonderful voice and dropping with each and every word. Sleeping with your eyes open now.â
The women let their eyes flutter open, their gaze vacant and glassy. Jill had the faintest ghost of a smile on her lips while Sally stared ahead like a zombie.
âYou love listening to my voice. Every word I say is completely true. You accept this and it makes you happy to listen to every word I sayâŠâ
The two women nodded their heads slowly, sleepily following every instruction Judyâs smooth voice fed to them.
âYouâre realizing now that this pool is too cold for you. The water is chilly on your skin. In fact every moment you stay in the water, youâre going to get chillier and chillier, like the water is slowly turning into ice. Feeling the water getting colder now.
The reaction was nearly instantaneous. Jill gasped in shock and she hugged her arms together. Sallyâs face radiated discomfort as she breathed out in ragged huffs, trying to keep herself warm.
âChillier and chillier nowâŠthe water is cold as iceâŠâ
Sallyâs teeth started to chatter. Both womenâs nipples were pert and hard as diamonds.
âYou donât want to stay in hereâŠyou need to go someplace warm. Look at the wonderful beachside over there,â Judy pointed to a large snow drift on the edge of the jacuzzi deck. âSee how white the sand is, out in the warm sun? You need to go get warm. You want more than anything to lie down in the sand, let the warm sun heat your bodies. The more you think about it the more you want it until itâs too much to resist. Go to the warm beach now, ladies.â
The women hopped onto the deck like the pool was diseased and ran to the pile of fresh snow. They lay themselves down and basked in the frigid powder like they were at a tanning salon.
âThe sand feels so wonderful,â Judy continued from the hot tub. âYou want to rub it all over your bodies.â
Without a second thought, Jill and Sally scooped up handfuls of snow and rubbed it luxuriously across their arms and tits, sighing in delight. Jill reached down and spread the snow across her naked legs.
âIn fact,â continued Judy, âIt feels so good you want to help your friend enjoy it. Why donât you spread some sand around each otherâs tits. The more you rub sand on each otherâs bodies the more pleasant, more turned on youâll feel.â
With a dopey smile, Jill took a handful of snow and smooshed it into Sallyâs glorious rack, making the heavier woman hum with pleasure. Sally reciprocated by shoveling two handfuls of snow, kneading it around Jillâs bosom with a giggle. Lachlan and Chemp were bursting in laughter.
âHow long will they keep doing that?â Chemp asked Judy, keeping his voice low.
âLonger than they should, honestly,â Judy replied. âTheyâre sure to snap themselves out of trance if they start to seriously hurt themselves, but they could give themselves some nasty frostbite before then.â
After watching the two women slather themselves with the icy snow for another few seconds, Judy finally took mercy.
âOkay, ladies! Thatâs enough sand time for now. Time to come back to the nice, cozy jacuzzi. Following my voice, each step towards my voice dropping you deeper into a hazy, sensual trance. Coming back to the jacuzzi now.â
Jill and Sally wandered back to the hot tub, their chests rosy red from the cold snow. They plopped back into the water, vapid smiles glued to their faces.
The men stared in shocked amusement until Chemp began to slowly clap his hands over his head.
âBravo! Good on âya, missy! Iâd reckon that was twenty quid well spent!â
âOh! Iâm not done yet,â Judy said swimming back to her addled subjects and taking her place between the two of them, gently drawing their heads to rest on her shoulders.
âListen to my voice, ladiesâŠmy words are so prettyâŠjust like musical birds fluttering around and around in your earsâŠtaking away all your caresâŠall your inhibitionsâŠmy pretty birds come and snatch them away from youâŠyou donât mind, because it feels niceâŠit feels nice to listen to my voiceâŠmy voice is magical and itâs making you feel goodâŠfeeling happyâŠarousedâŠâ
Before either of the men knew it, the mysterious stranger had let her hands sink down to tease and pinch their wivesâ nipples. Sally and Jill smiled wider and squirmed slightly against Judyâs side.
âYesâŠyouâre getting so turned onâŠso sexy the more you listen to my magic voiceâŠopen your eyesâŠfeeling so good and hornyâŠâ
She cupped both girlsâ breasts, manipulating them to face each other with her forearms. She ran her hands around the contours of the tits bobbing in front of her.
âLook down now, ladiesâŠlook at your friendâs titsâŠthey look so lusciousâŠso wet and shinyâŠ.their weight making you feel heavierâŠhappierâŠhornierâŠgaze at themâŠfeel the arousal invade your mindsâŠinvade your pussiesâŠso sexy and wet for your friendâs big, bouncy breastsâŠâ
Judy waved both womenâs racks back and forth, the buoyancy of the water helping her. Jill watched Sallyâs boobs floating, hardly more than two inches away from her own, and felt a buzz of desire tingle up her spine. Meanwhile, Sally gazed helplessly at Jillâs creamy breasts with large areolas, magnified under the waterâs surface. She felt Judyâs hands gently massaging her own heavy globes and her mind fell apart under the sensual bombardment.
âThe more you watch, the more you feel your desires taking over. Itâs like there are magnets in your tits pulling you both together. The closer you drift to each other, the stronger the magnets are becoming. Drifting closer and closer to each otherâŠsinking deeper and deeperâŠhornier and hornier. And when your tits finally touch each other, it will be like a damn breaking open and you will give yourself completely to your desires. Doing anything and everything to make your friend feel good, to sate your lust for those heavy, heavy breastsâŠrightâŠnow!â
Jill and Sallyâs bodies finally met. A light went on in each of their eyes and in an instant, their arms were wrapped around each other, kissing, fondling, groping. Sally let her mouth trace its way down to Jillâs chest and began nursing and suckling while the brunette sighed happily. The two women rubbed their fleshy tits against each other, letting them smoosh and warp around each other in the slippery water, their moans filling the night air.
The heated display of eroticism naturally held their husbandâs attention. Chemp and Lach finally stopped their crude hooting and gawking and now stared, transfixed, as their wives were transformed into living porn dolls. They were so distracted by the steamy show, they never noticed Judy gracefully climb out of the hot tub and sit down between them, her toned calves delicately soaking in the warm jacuzzi.
Her soft hands glided onto the menâs shoulders, gently caressing them with her nails.
âMy, my. They truly are a sight playing together like that, arenât they?â she whispered to the men. Lach and Chemp only nodded, their eyes rivetted to the sight of their wives making out with each other.
âEver wonder what it would be like to switch?â Judy asked, mischievously. Both Lach and Chemp finally turned to look at her, wondering what she was implying. âSwitch wives, I mean. Just one little time. You strike me as a friendly pair of couples. You never thought about a kinky little switch up? Just to take your buddyâs woman out for a test drive?â
The older woman wiggled her eyebrows suggestively. Chemp and Lach exchanged panicked looks.
âAw, Iâm not sure the ladies would beâŠermâŠopen for that,â Chemp said, his bravado suddenly fading.
âWell, they certainly are a lot more agreeable now, wouldnât you say?â Judy winked at him. She glanced up at the two women writhing against each other. âIsnât that right, ladies? Do you want to get even kinkier, tonight?â
âmmmâŠyesâŠ,â the ladies murmured around each otherâs tits.
âYou will address me as maâam from now on. Do you understand?â Judy said, her hands gently squeezing the back of Chemp and Lachâs necks.
âyes, maâamâŠâ the girls replied.
The silver-haired vixen looked down at the two men with a sly grin. âWell, boys? What do you say?â
Lach only had to give Chemp one hungry glance to convey his feelings.
âIâm game if you are, mate.â
Chempâs eyes opened even wider, his gaze locked on Sallyâs miraculous tits sliding under his wifeâs eager hands.
âAlright! Iâm down. Letâs make it happen!â
âWonderful!â Judy crooned. âIâll just need another small payment. Maybe something to the tune of a hundred this time.â
âA hundred?â Chemp said, finally taking his eyes off the lusty women.
âFor a night with your friendâs hot wife? Iâd say thatâs a bargain,â Judy replied.
Lach tapped Chempâs arm. âIâll split it with you sixty forty. When are we getting a chance like this again, ey?â
Resigned, Chemp nodded and made the transfer on his phone. Judy smiled again, her fingers twirling around Chempâs hair as she dipped back down into the jacuzzi, gliding over to Jill.
Part 2 to be posted soon at https://readonlymind.com/@AmusCobblestone/HypnotistinaHotTub/
