The Smile That Breaks Her
It's that little smirk Geena gives that finally convinces Kari she's got no hope of resisting. She knows she's been just sitting there the entire time Geena seduced Zoe, watching with heavy-lidded eyes and limbs that didn't seem to want to move while Geena's sultry contralto tones melted Zoe into a vacant, whimpering slut, but… but somehow she didn't feel like she was a part of events until now. She tricked herself into believing she was just a passive observer, staring at the unfolding tableau of steamy lesbian sex, aware of Zoe's slow striptease and her backwards collapse onto the mattress but separated from it all by an invisible wall of lethargic indolence--but now Geena's looking at her with a confident grin on her face and Kari realizes she's intimately involved.
She doesn't yet know what the other woman will make her do--Geena's cunt looks pretty occupied from what Kari can see, straddling Zoe's head and grinding against her chin with absolutely no room for another human being--but she knows she won't be able to stop herself from obeying when it happens. She had a vague, drifting delusion that the hypnotic induction was meant for Zoe and Zoe alone, and it stopped her from interfering even as Geena's commands became more overtly sexual and Zoe fell ever deeper into thoughtless compliance, but the illusion popped like a soap bubble when Geena looked over at her with a proud, mischievous smile on her face and now all Kari can think of is how wet her pussy is. She'd be rubbing herself right now if she could lift her arms.
A tiny, dissociated part of her wonders how long Geena's been planning all this, if the entire weekend was arranged just to get the three of them alone in an isolated cabin with no distractions to keep them from being drawn into the gravity well of her hypnotic influence. It explains the internet outage, but it also raises further questions--did Geena befriend the two of them with an eye on the long game? Was she always planning to collect them like toys on a shelf, sap their will and crumble their resistance and turn them into lesbian sluts she could fuck whenever she wanted? Kari doesn't know, but she's surprised to discover that she genuinely hopes so. She's so horny now, and it sounds so enticing to be desired so completely and thoroughly like that.
But those might not be her thoughts anymore. Kari comes back from a warm, vacant reverie of lust to see Geena's lips moving, and realizes the words match her own confused and muddled notions precisely. She's not so much thinking as agreeing, letting everything Geena says become a part of her own mind until she doesn't even know where the join is anymore, and it feels so wonderful when her hand goes down between her legs in response to the other woman's commands and Kari can finally began to masturbate the way she suddenly always wanted to. Her eyes go sightless again, lost in her own imagination, but the only difference from reality is that it's her licking Geena's pussy instead of Zoe.
Kari has just enough awareness to realize that the taste on her lips isn't a fantasy after a certain point, and she refocuses her glassy eyes long enough to understand that she's kneeling on the floor with her head between Zoe's legs, but that knowledge doesn't help her resist her slide into hazy indolence and she soon forgets everything but pleasure. She's just Geena's good girl now, a sweet and slutty pussylicker, and the rest of her thoughts evaporate in a puff of lust as her thoughts fully and finally drop away.
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I love the way the third girl thinks she safe watching her friend be enthralled ... until she realizes that she's also been caught, far too late.
