Chapter 8: Grasping at a Lead

“This is my friend, Barb.”

“Nice to meet you, Barb.” Figura smiled, looking down at the drink for a moment before she wrinkled up her nose. She wanted to take a sip, to show that she open-minded and was willing to listen, but that felt like a very bad idea.

“Nice to meet you, too.” Barb was a woman who would have stood out just about anywhere, though she seemed to fit in with the seedy vibes of the small bar. Her short, spiky blonde hair was eye-catching, but not as much as her black bikini top with a pair of chrome spikes poking out like a pair of metal nipples. That top, and her hair, made her deep brown eyes, and her tight blue jeans look entirely too ordinary as she settled into place. “We don’t see women like you around here much.”

Deset nodded, looking to Barb with a lazy smile. “This is Figura. She’s a heroine looking for Sedam, of all people. That’s a pretty dangerous thing to do, isn’t it?”

“Oh… very.” Barb smirked. “Sedam is a very skilled hypnotist. I’ve heard she once made a heroine think the two of them were married and had them live together for a few months, then wiped her memory of the whole thing. The way the story goes, that heroine had one hell of a hard time explaining to everyone that she wasn’t married, and had no clue who that curly-haired woman was everyone insisted she’d been living with…”

Figura shuddered.

Married…? She made someone think they were… That’s… She had to bite her lip to hold back a whimper. That’s… incredibly powerful. If she could do that to me…

“Come on, have a drink. There’s a lot for us to talk about.” Barb smiled, leaning her head against Deset’s shoulder. “If you’re serious about finding Sedam… it’s not going to be easy. You might want to run off and chase her down right now, but if you do that, you’ll just end up in a puddle of your own drool.”

Figura’s eyes traced the rim of her glass. The drink inside was amber, and smelled of cheap beer. Nothing about the drink itself was especially suspicious, but nothing about it was especially appealing, either.

I can’t let my guard down. If there’s anyone here gunning for me, then there’s no knowing what traps they might set for me…

“I’m fine, thanks.” Figura offered Barb the brightest smile she could. “I’ll pay for your drinks if you want, but I really should try to keep a clear head if Sedam is as dangerous as you say she is. Sorry, I don’t mean to be rude, it’s just—”

“Spavaj.”

Figura groaned, her eyes rolling back into her head. The bar around her swirled away down a distant drain, and her conscious thoughts followed right along. She swayed in her seat as the heat between her legs, and the heat of the hypnotic control, dissolved her will and opened her so wholly, leaving her without any defenses at all.

She listened, but it wasn’t really Figura who listened so much as the obedience that Sedam had crafted inside of Figura’s mind. The surrender that Sedam carved deep in the heroine’s mind was an open void, waiting eagerly to be filled.

When the world came back in to focus, the first thing she could concentrate on was the sound of Deset’s voice. “If you’ve met Sedam before, and fallen victim to her hypnosis…? Then that means you’re helpless.” As Deset spoke, Figura remembered confessing that she’d already been hypnotized. She remembered telling Deset the way Sedam had overwhelmed her, distracted her, and then taken control. It made her cheeks burn, but it was important to be open and honest if she was going to get anywhere at all. “That means you need help. That means you need my help.”

Figura shuddered, her legs clenching tight around her leotard. Her eyes rolled back into her head. I… I’m helpless… I can’t resist Sedam’s hypnosis… nnn whatever she’s done to me, or whatever Evanthe did to me… whatever they did together… I’m so wet… My nipples are so… hard…

I really am helpless…

Deset smiled, her eyes hooding so low. “If you need my help, then you should listen to my advice. Barb offered you a drink.” Deset motioned to Barb, and Figura watched the blonde woman nod with a knowing smile. “You’ve been overwhelmed. You’ve been hypnotized.

“You need a drink.”

“I… I need a drink.” Figura shuddered. Her voice still sounded so sleepy, so uncertain, but repeating Deset’s words was comforting. They were a firmer direction than she felt on her own.

Not only that, but t hose words felt so true. Her mouth was so dry, almost painfully so. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d had anything to drink, and trying to remember just made her mouth feel more like a desert. The drier her mouth felt, the more impossible it was to ignore the aching damp between her legs that was so hungry for stimulation.

It was harder to remember the last time she’d orgasmed, and that thought was even more dangerous.

Figura’s hand shook as it wrapped around the glass, bringing it up to her lips.

Mmm… This is… sweeter than I thought it would be… It wasn’t anything she recognized, but Figura wasn’t the sort of woman who drank very regularly. All she knew for sure is that it tasted surprisingly good, and the way it burned going down felt surprisingly nice. Her whole body felt heated up from the inside like she were pouring liquid fire down into her belly.

She fluttered her eyes, and took a second drink with a quiet purr.

I did need this…

“See? Isn’t that better?” Barb smiled as she gently nuzzled Deset’s shoulder. “So, Sedam hypnotized you. That must make you very upset, huh? Being taken off guard, having your consent violated…”

Figura set down her glass and squirmed. She could feel so much heat inside of herself, pulsing and swirling and shifting, but when she tried to grasp at the rage she’d felt before, the frustration, the humiliation…

All she could feel was lust.

Figura’s pussy quivered, and her chest felt so hot as she quietly whined. “I… I should, but… I… They’ve done something to me… Sedam, and Evanthe… She… She did something to me, and since then, I… I haven’t… Haven’t been able to…”

“Haven’t been able to cum…?” Deset said it like it was both boring and obvious. Her tone was so disinterested it made Figura flush and whine. “You’re really in deep if they already have you like that. You must be so angry that you can’t cum, that all you can do is just… simmer. That must be so horrible, huh?”

“It’s…” Figura’s eyes fluttered. The taste in her mouth was so warm, so sweet, and she needed another drink before she could answer. “Sorry, one moment…”

Both women on the other side of the table just smiled, nodding as they waited patiently for the heroine’s reply. They were there to help—they’d said as much. Figura felt even more helpless as she raised the glass to her lips and took a long, slow sip.

It burned even warmer than the first drink, and it made her body shudder. Worse than that, when she tried to grasp for her anger at being unable to cum, her miserable, pitiful desperation… her cheeks flushed for an entirely different reason. She felt her heart fluttering, and her hips wouldn’t stay still.

Thinking of Evanthe, of Sedam…

She felt giddy.

“I… no…” Figura sighed. It was a dreamy sigh, and her finger was trailing lazily along the rim of her glass. “I don’t feel angry. I feel, like… Like they’re… like I…”

Barb grinned, looking up at Deset. “I’ve only seen that look in a woman’s eyes mean one thing.” She spoke like Figura wasn’t there at the table with them, but that didn’t make Figura angry. It just made her pussy twitch and her nipples feel so hard at her chest. It made her breath feel quicker, and made it so hard to hold back a whine. “You know, Deset…? I think Figura’s in love. I think she’s fallen in love with the women who turned her into a needy little slut.”

“In… in love…?!” Figura whined, starting to stand. “That’s… no…! S-so what if I… if thinking about them makes me feel… or… it’s just…” She shook her head, but it did nothing about the blush covering her cheeks. “It must be something they did to me…!”

“Figura, sit down.” Deset’s voice was smooth and firm as she spoke. “You need to relax.”

“I can’t relax…!” Figura whimpered, shaking her head as she moved fingers through her hair. “These women… They’re manipulating me, somehow, even when they aren’t here…! They… They’ve done something to me, something… with their full lips… their sexy voices… their… their… no! I don’t… This isn’t what I want…!”

Around her, some women turned to face Figura. The music was between tracks, and there she was standing at her table and rapidly shaking her head. She was screaming loud enough for other people to hear.

“Spavaj.”

Figura groaned, slumping back into her seat. She couldn’t fight it, couldn’t stop it, and the warmth from those words mingled powerfully with the warmth of the drink as it coated her brain and filled her belly.

When she came to, half of the drink in her glass was gone. She could remember drinking it, and she could remember feeling hotter with each drink. She could remember barely being able to stand. Barb offered me a drink, and I’m such a lightweight… I can’t stand like this… I can’t go anywhere like this… I’m… I need to resist, but…

“But they’re making you love them. They’re making you want to fuck them.” Deset continued her thoughts as though she could read Figura’s mind. “There’s only one solution for that, only one way you can overcome this enough to stop them.”

“H-how…?!” Figura would have yelled, but for some reason her voice was so much softer and quieter. It was hard to be certain that she didn’t just want to fuck them, that she didn’t just want to nuzzle into Sedam’s chest while Evanthe kissed at her neck, but something inside of her insisted that wasn’t what heroines did. “I… I need to help that girl, I need… I need to… Help me, p-pleeeease…!”

A pair of shoes pressed against Figura’s knees, and slowly pressed them apart.

“The only way you’re going to get anywhere… is if you let us take the edge off.” Deset purred, licking her lips slowly. Figura’s eyes were trapped, watching her so-pink lips shine with a fresh coat of saliva. “If we fuck you… if you love us instead… then maybe you’ll stand a chance. It works double… because I’ve been using Sedam’s hypnosis on you since you arrived…”

“…and I drugged your drink, so you’ll want to love and fuck us just as much…!”

The point of a heel pressed against Figura’s leotard, grinding it against her aching clit underneath. Her eyes crossed as her breathing became panicked and frantic. Barb and Deset admitted to abusing her, to manipulating her, but she still couldn’t stop herself from taking another drink.

She was helpless, and she needed them to help her.

More of that amber fluid coating her throat didn’t help at all. Her belly burned hotter, and her hips rolled as she pressed into the heel digging into her clit and the tip of the shoe feeling along the inside of her thigh.

Figura whimpered, her hips rolling to meet every touch. “Wh…why are you… why are you doing this… to meee…?”

She tried to sound accusatory, but a part of her voice sounded too excited for that. She didn’t want to enjoy it. She didn’t want to be a slut for Sedam’s hypnosis or whatever concoction Barb had used to spike her drink, but that didn’t change the reality of the situation. Figura was already staining the seat underneath her, and her eyes were already going glassy as a love-struck smile spread across her lips.

“Because you’re sexy…” Barb spoke first, kissing at Deset’s shoulder the same moment that heel pressed harder against Figura’s clit. “You really are, even without any changes to your body. Knowing you could, though… that’s a massive turn-on… you could be anything.”

“Also…” Deset grinned, an arm wrapping around Barb. The curved end of a shoe was pushing at the place Figura’s thigh met her body, and the warmth she felt from that sensation had her giggling and mewling, eagerly moving her body faster. “You broke the rules, sweetie. You weren’t supposed to come here. Since you are, well… We aren’t getting paid for this, so you should be paying us instead. You’ll need to be our pay for the evening.”

Figura groaned, her eyes crossing as her happy smile spread even wider across her face. What she’s saying… me as payment, it… it’s wrong, but it… it also… Her thighs shuddered, and her lips twitched as she let out a low, needy moan. Ohhh I want to thank them…! I’m so helpless… that means I need their help… need to love them… need to fuck them… nnn…

“You can’t fight it.” Deset sighed. “So you may as well give in. Who knows… maybe we will let you cum. You never know.”

“But you probably do?” Barb grinned, and Figura cried out in a quiet, whispered version of a scream as the heel grinded against her in the most perfectly cruel way it could. “It won’t stop you, though. We’re going to pull our feet back, and you’re going to crawl across the table to sit between us so we can ‘love’ on you, and you can soak it up. You don’t have a choice.”

“You’re helpless.”

Figura whined. Her eyes crossed, and her mouth opened to speak, but it didn’t take long for it to shut. I’m helpless… I need their help… I need… I love, I… want… to fuck… I… ohhh…

I can’t resist Sedam’s hypnosis…!

Deset and Barb pulled apart to make room for Figura as the heroine crawled up onto the table, her body jiggling and swaying. She was soon sitting down between them, nuzzling into Deset’s shoulder in an imitation of the same lovey-dovey motions as Barb.

“Please… fuck me…?” Figura sounded so young and shy as she spoke, her whole body squirming into every word as she spread her legs apart. “I love you both… so much… I want to… I need to… I’m so helpless, and I… if I broke the rules… can you forgive me…?”

“Oh…” Deset purred as she leaned in close while Barb’s hand reached between Figura’s legs. “I think we can find a way, don’t you…?”

“Love can overcome anything…” Barb laughed as she stroked over Figura’s slit. It didn’t matter that it was over her leotard, not when Figura was burning up with so much need.

Figura’s eyes rolled back into her head, and she arched out her chest as she spread her legs wider. Want them to love me… want them to take me… want… them… so… much…! So… helpless…!

Deset lifted Figura’s glass to her lips.

“You need a drink.”

“I… need a dr-mmmph…!” Figura swallowed as more and more of that amber liquid poured down her throat, heating her up and disrupting any chance she had at resisting the pair of women.

They were still in the bar, and two sets of hands were greedily fondling at her body. Two pairs of lips were sucking at her neck and ears. Two pairs of teeth were biting and tugging.

Figura could barely even manage a loud moan as her own lust and eagerness to please consumed her.

When Deset triggered her again, Figura didn’t even need to melt away.

She was instantly gone.