I’ll make you a bet.

Sam has a cock to die for

by LydiaSalia

Tags: #cw:noncon #cw:sexual_assault #dom:female #m/f #change #f/nb #m/m #m/nb #multiple_partners #pov:bottom #pov:top #sex_change #sub:female #sub:male #transgender_characters

I left Sam and Lucy with a hypnotic compulsion to contact me. Their memories would be spotty, but they would remember that they enjoyed my control. Not everyone acclimates to being 'controlled' right off the bat. Especially the alpha males. Sam would undoubtedly require more conditioning.

I emailed with both of them and arranged for them to meet me at my place.

My doorbell rang. I looked through the peephole and there was Sam with a rose and a bottle of champagne. Lucy was not here yet. I opened the door and invited Sam in. Perhaps he would enthrall me with his 'penile' charm. Yes, penile charm. With a cock as big as his, a girl can find herself helplessly hypnotized by cock. I looked down and his cock was, indeed, outlined in his jeans. I felt a shiver as my imagination got the best of me. He must have sensed my quickened heartrate and shallow breathing. Shit. I wear my emotions on my sleeve. Sam moved into me and began kissing me. I melted in his arms. He didn't need any hypnotic motivation. He was doing fine on his own.

As I was losing myself to his caress, there was a knock on the door. I shouted, "Come in!"

Lucy came in and closed the door behind her. She looked a bit taken aback by the scene playing out before her. My top was already undone, but my girls were still in hiding. They didn't stay hidden long before Sam skillfully unhooked my bra clasp. I involuntarily gasped as he took my right breast in his mouth and swirled his tongue around my nipple.

Arousal suppresses the prefrontal cortex. This has been demonstrated by fMRI. As men and women become increasingly aroused, their judgement (discernment) goes out the window. Men and women become stupid as they become horny... Despite my knowledge and understanding of this phenomenon, I am no less susceptible to the effect than anyone else. I was now stupid horny. I was no longer aware of Lucy's presence.

Now I couldn't stop thinking about his cock. He walked me to the couch and pushed me down in front of him. The bulge in his pants was massive. All I could think about was taking him in my mouth. It was an all consuming need. Nothing else mattered and I was oblivious to anything... everything else.

I am in a waking trance. For me, an arousal based waking trance can be every bit as deep as a traditional trance.

Sam freed his throbbing cock from his jeans and it popped naturally into my mouth. I was so randy. I took about half of his length before I gagged. He had me lick up and down his shaft and then he grabbed the back of my head as he drove me down onto his massive shlong.  It was fortunate I had not eaten anything as I would have surely thrown up and choked on my own vomit. He pushed me all the way down on his shaft and I gagged. Then he held me in place. I tried to pull back, but he held me in place. He was much stronger than me and I couldn't come up for air. His cock completely filled my throat. The last thing I remember is trying to scream, but I couldn't make a sound. Lucy told me later that I twitched for a time, then stopped moving and went limp.

I do not remember any of this. I’m recounting this from what Lucy witnessed.

He held me on his cock, unconscious. His cock buried in my throat as he came. I woke up on the bed choking and coughing. Quite a bit of semen went into my lungs I think. In the meantime, from what pieces of memory I could piece together, he had mounted me and was pumping me with vigor. I was stuporous and only vaguely aware of this. It felt like I was being rocked back and forth, but I wasn’t sure why. Then the rocking stopped. I was slowly regaining my senses and I felt something squirting. Something squirting into my vagina? It was surreal. Was I having sex? What happened? I was too gone to think. I passed out again. I awoke briefly to watch a guy fucking a girl. My vision was double. The images formed then faded as I went in and out of consciousness. Have I been hypnotized? What is going on? Then blackness again. Finally I opened my eyes to the sound of sobbing. I had a splitting headache.

"Is that you Lucy? What's wrong?”

Lucy looked up at me through tears. "It scared me when Sam seemingly choked you to death on his penis. He didn't let you breath for at least a minute as he ejaculated. You were just limp. Then he picked you up, carried you into the bedroom and tossed you on your bed like you were a rag doll. That was when you started snorting and snoring and breathing funny. You were flailing your arms in the air. I tried to help you, but he held up his hand and said “Wait!” I obeyed his instructions. I think maybe you had a seizure. Even when you started to wake up and were coughing and gagging, you weren't fully back.

You were mumbling something… not making any sense. He lifted your dress, pulled off your panties and entered you. I told him we should call 911. He said you were breathing on your own and would be fine. After thrusting for a short time he stopped and came a second time. Then he turned towards me with a look of lust… of pure evil and said it was my turn. I was so scared. I told him no! But he wouldn't listen. He reached up under my dress and ripped off my panties. Then he raped me. He covered my mouth when I tried to scream and I couldn't breathe. I don't know what to do. I'm so ashamed."

"You have nothing to be ashamed about. I am sorry this happened to you. I lost control of the situation when he got me so aroused.” And then what happened? I tried to remember, but nothing. “You are saying I nearly choked to death on his cock?”

”Yes. After you stopped struggling, he just held you up unconscious on his cock. I screamed at him to stop. He ignored me, pushing your head even harder on to his cock as he came. Then he pulled you off and you fell off onto the couch. He wasn’t done with you. He hoisted you up over his shoulder, carried you into the bedroom and flopped you down on the bed. Then he had his way with you.”

My head was spinning, but from what little I could remember this was all starting to make sense. “Jocks like him think they can fuck whoever, whenever they want. If I could have stopped him with a hypnotic trigger, I would have, but I couldn't speak with him down my throat."

Lucy was still sobbing. "Lucy, I know how to teach him a lesson he will never forget. I will have him kissing your feet. He doesn't realize how deep my control over him extends. Let me think about it and I will call you. In the meantime please don’t notify the authorities or tell your friends. What I have in mind calls for complete discretion.

Lucy departed, reassured, but still clearly upset. In the meantime, I had a splitting headache. I needed to lay down. I felt his sperm dripping out of my pussy and I was still coughing up this frothy phlegm. But that was spunk I was coughing up, wasn’t it? I needed to sleep, but not forget to pick up Plan B in the morning.

Maybe Sam did cause some brain damage. I still have a mild headache and can't seem to think so good. Is it can’t think ‘so good’ or ‘very good’ or can’t ‘think right’ or ‘think well’? The correct sentence composition escapes me. Fucker. He probably did cause drain bramage. I will give myself a couple days to recover and then see where my head is at. I also developed a serious case of bronchitis. No doubt from aspirating his cum into my lungs. The campus doctor prescribed me a Z-pak and inhaler. He told me to come back in if I developed fever or had trouble breathing.

That motherfucker. He can't be allowed to get away with this. I got an evil grin as I began to envision a plan. I could go to the police, have him arrested and kicked out of Stanford. His family would be devastated. No, that was too good for him. What I planned would be so much better.

to be continued…

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