"You're a very talented hypnotic subject, did you know that?" The words brought with them an almost sickening sense of dread as they drifted into Mandy's ears, catching her just as she finally began to emerge from the opaque fog that filled her head and made the last hour simply disappear into a warm, pleasant void of empty bliss. She had no real memory of anything once the man sitting across from her--Kendall, wasn't he? Since he noticed her staring out the window and began to talk to her in a low, soothing voice.

He was talking to her again, too, and Mandy struggled to get her muddled thoughts back in focus and pay attention as he added, "It's actually very impressive. Most people have real difficulty achieving that kind of depth and suggestibility, but you really did go out like a light just like that." He snapped his fingers, and Mandy felt her eyes involuntarily rolling back in her head in a sudden, impossibly difficult effort to fight the urge to drop right back down into deep trance. He chuckled ruefully, clearly not expecting her response, and snapped his fingers again to allow her to wake.

"See, that's what I'm talking about," he laughed, reaching over and patting her bare knee in a gesture of intimate familiarity that sent a shiver down Mandy's spine despite her brain's best efforts to find it rude. She looked down, sluggishly realizing that the calf-length skirt she was wearing was now hiked up to mid-thigh, and her legs had splayed out over the course of her stupor until she was giving Kendall a very nice look at her white cotton panties. She clapped them back together, fully aware that it was too little too late.

Kendall purred, "Oh, there's no need to be ashamed, dear," in a husky baritone murmur that made Mandy acutely conscious of just how wet her panties actually were, and followed it up with, "It's actually a very real compliment to your intellect and your imagination. You're a very bright woman, capable of intense focus and real feats of creative visualization, and you shouldn't let yourself be concerned about what society tells you. Succumbing to hypnosis the way you did doesn't mean you're weak-willed or gullible--it just means you're very trusting, very good at listening and following instructions, and those are things to be proud of."

Mandy caught herself nodding again, her tousled blonde hair falling forward into her face as her head began to instinctively drop deeper with each repetition of her amiably compliant acceptance, and she had to consciously force herself to stop. She sat up straight and fixed Kendall with what she thought was a challenging gaze, although it probably lost some of its defiance when her eyes met his and she felt a shock of helpless arousal at the sight of those twinkling hazel depths. "I...." she fumbled out, unable to avoid noticing how foreign it felt to try to find words of her own instead of simply repeating back what was told to her.

"And do you know what the best part is?" Kendall exclaimed, as though her feeble attempts at asserting herself had simply never happened. "Because you're genuinely so suggestible, and because your deep self loved the experience of sinking into trance for me so much, all I need to do is tell you to relive it in your head and you'll simply obey me." Mandy didn't really know if any of that was true, she couldn't remember enough of the last hour to know whether her deep self genuinely loved to be hypnotized or if she was just soaking up Kendall's words like a sponge absorbing water... but the way he intoned 'obey' triggered something in Mandy's head and suddenly she was doing exactly as she was told.

It wasn't even like he simply unveiled a memory to her. Mandy could actually feel her mind replaying the events of the last hour, everything from the moment Kendall sat down across from her in the otherwise empty train car and drew her attention to the scenery flowing past them to that slow, sluggish emergence from a trance that still seemed to cling to her dreamy thoughts. She felt her bright blue eyes going glassy and vacant, she felt her limbs becoming heavy with lethargy as the effort to move became too much like work for her--even the fluttering eyelids and drooping, sagging chin were as vivid and real as the room around her right now.

Even more real, honestly. Mandy's surroundings were becoming something of a blur, but that moment when Kendall told her to try as hard as she could to open her eyes and she managed only the barest instant of feeble, flickering effort before her eyelids slammed back shut was happening so vividly in her head that her body matched her memories and she slumped into dreamy trance all over again.

And oh god, did it feel so good. Mandy suddenly had a much better understanding of just how her skirt wound up hiked halfway up her thighs, because she could suddenly feel all of the pleasure Kendall elicited in her sleeping mind and she found herself repeating the exact same moans and whimpers with every caress of his soft, soothing voice inside her head. He'd made her want to obey him, to crave that warm praise and the almost orgasmic bliss that came right along with it, and although Mandy blushed both then and now to realize she was rubbing herself through her panties it didn't stop her from doing it. Obedience just felt too good to resist.

She heard her own droning, mesmerized voice, repeating that right back to Kendall, every recitation rewiring her brain just that tiny bit more into full and complete acceptance of his suggestions. It felt so good to be wet and weak and obedient, so good to sink into those hazel eyes and do what she was told without thought or memory, and Mandy grunted both then and now as a powerful, thought-stopping orgasm caught her clean off-guard and dragged her mind into fathomless trance like it was tangled up in an anchor line. God. No wonder she didn't remember anything when she woke up. There was almost nothing of Mandy to remember with.

The surreal bombardment of full-spectrum re-experience ended when the past Mandy emerged from trance, and the present Mandy emerged right along with her to find her cornsilk blonde hair once again a mess and the front of her blouse soaked in drool. Her skirt was hiked up even higher this time, practically right up to her hips and absolutely showing off her panties to anyone who wanted to look, and Mandy went beet red as she noticed the clear and unmistakable patch of dampness right over her clit where her fingers must have pressed down. She was pathetically grateful for their seclusion, even though she knew it was also what gave the older man the opportunity to take her like this.

"Didn't that feel good?" he asked, and Mandy's blush spread all the way down to her collarbone as she nodded meekly--not just in agreement, but in the simpering hope that he would command her again. The throb in her pussy was now impossible to ignore, not just a constant backbeat in her head the way it had been ever since she woke but an almost audible boom of lust that sounded again and again like a metronome inside her mind, and her thoughts felt mushy and muddled to a degree that trance alone couldn't explain. It was like she'd experienced a whole hour of deep hypnosis and irresistible brainwashing in a matter of only minutes, a concentrated draught of mesmerized ecstasy that left her more vulnerable than ever to Kendall's suggestions.

And when he smiled, Mandy knew what was coming next just from the mischievous sparkle in his eyes even before he told her, "Good girl, now replay it again." It just made perfect sense to Mandy's muddled, suggestible brain--if one trance made her pliable and docile, and two trances made her weak-willed and helpless, then of course a third trance would make her an even better good girl for her Master... and Mandy didn't have a chance to wonder why she suddenly wanted that so badly before the memory reached up from the depths of her mind and enfolded her again.

It happened even faster this time, the comforting pull of drowsiness making her eyes roll back in her head behind fluttering eyelids almost before her brain had finished replaying that first seductive induction. The memories began to overlap, catching her with orgasmic pleasure even as Mandy sank into that pleasant sense of cataleptic helplessness and found herself slumping over in her seat, and she was faintly surprised to find additional recollections drifting into her thoughtless brain--new instructions, extra conditioning, deeper programming interweaving and overlaid with the brainwashing she'd already received.

It all finally made sense to her when she remembered the instructions to forget--Kendall hadn't simply spent his time watching her drift back into trance during that first replay. He'd been programming her further, speaking directly to her obedient subconscious while her waking mind was locked into the memory of her initial subjugation, and she'd been so focused on following his instructions that she hadn't even realized she was being conditioned even deeper into compliance. Mandy felt a surge of overwhelming heat between her thighs as it finally hit her that he was doing the same thing to her right now, all over again, and she wouldn't even know it until he played the recollections back for her again and the third round of brainwashing kicked in.

That was when it hit her--he was going to keep doing this. He was going to keep taking her down into this moment, layering it with more and more levels of programming, and every time Mandy dropped for him it was going to reinforce all her conditioning at once and fractionate her deeper and turn her into an even weaker, even wetter slut for him. Mandy openly moaned, unable to find the notion of being so thoroughly brainwashed anything other than transcendently erotic now, and when she hit that final lurching plunge into total mindless obedience she looked forward to it like an adrenaline junkie at the top of a rollercoaster's first big hill.

She emerged from trance with her panties around her ankles, fingertips wrinkled from rubbing her overwhelmingly slick cunt, and she couldn't help looking at Kendall with a new light of devotion in her eyes even as she spread her legs a little bit wider to give him a better look at the mess clinging to her pussy lips. She wanted to be on display for him, to be his personal and private porn star, and knowing that the notion had been programmed into her gullible brain only made it feel that much better to her. Because he'd also made her crave his brainwashing, and Mandy shuddered with inexpressible delight as she realized just how helpless that would make her to resist.

He murmured, "Replay," again, and that sense of sheer rapturous joy only deepened as Mandy sank back into the memory of her first trance for him and discovered in wonder all the new layers of brainwashing she'd experienced in that third repetition--she was being remade, she learned to her delight, reshaped in the image of the perfect slut Kendall had always desired and turned into a fucktoy to be used at his whim. She found herself craving to be nothing more than another anonymous plaything in his harem, and even though Mandy suspected that was some of her new programming leaking into her thoughts it only made her even wetter. She loved not knowing what was really her and what was her new slave self.

The final drop hit even harder the fourth time around, and the climax slammed into her lust-drugged brain with even greater force, and when she emerged again it was with her panties now entirely missing and no idea of where they'd gotten to. They were getting close to their destination now--not the one Mandy had gotten on the train intending to reach, but the one she knew she wanted to spend the rest of her life at--and although she wished for a fifth round of programming she understood there simply wasn't time. She'd have to wait until they got home... and as she tugged her skirt back down and used Kendall's jacket to cover her now translucent blouse, her mind was already drifting halfway into the memory again just anticipating it.

THE END