Val sighed as she made the long walk from the bus stop back to her home. Things had gotten increasingly hectic since she and Weiss had fixed up the place and turned it into a functional bar again. Val had been saddled with a lot of the numbers-focused parts of the business – ordering supplies, booking acts, making sure they weren’t going bankrupt. It wasn’t what she had expected, not in the slightest, and it was grueling work.

But she found a strange comfort in the role. Weiss was free to do what she loved, pouring drinks and making people happy, and Val was happy to support her. It was nice not being in the spotlight after her years of heroics. And there was another minor upside to being the one in charge of the finances, one which she never missed an opportunity to tease Weiss about: she knew what was going on in that bar better than Weiss did.

So one can imagine her confusion when she stepped inside, a couple hours before they opened for the night, and saw a stranger setting up on their stage.

To call the unfamiliar woman “scantily clad” would be an understatement. She wore what could best be described as a glorified bikini, paired with a feathered skirt and a large witch’s hat. She was setting down folding chairs, humming quietly to herself, apparently oblivious to how strange she looked. A small sign was placed on a stand next to the stage.

One night only!

Lyra the Enchantress!

“Uh… hello?” Val asked, stepping towards the stage.

“Oh!” The woman – Lyra, Val guessed – turned around, flashing a brilliant smile. “You must be Valerie, right? The owner told me all about you.”

“Just ‘Val’ is fine,” Val said. “Um, what’s all this about?”

“She’s our act for tonight,” another voice interjected. Weiss came from the kitchen, hauling a few more folding chairs, looking a little red in the face from exerting herself.

“Is she?” Val raised an eyebrow. “And, uh, when did you figure that out? Because I sure wasn’t told about any act.”

Lyra giggled. “Oh, Weiss and I sorted it all out while you were away.”

Val glared at Weiss. “Is that true? You booked an act without consulting me?”

“Valerie, darling,” Weiss said hesitantly, tugging on Val’s arm, “let’s not discuss this in front of the talent. We’ll be right back, Lyra.”

“No worries!” Lyra beamed.

Weiss brought Val back to the kitchen and shut the door. “Look, Valerie, I–”

“What the hell is going on?” Val demanded. “Who even is that? She looks like a stripper or something!”

“She’s an entertainer,” Weiss insisted. “And one that’s right up our alley, as a matter of fact. A stage hypnotist.”

“Hm…” Val scratched her head. “I mean, if we wanted that kind of show, we could just put you on stage.”

“But then who’d run the bar?”

“Point taken. But I’m still not happy about this. If I’m your partner in this, you need to consult me before you do something like this.

“I appreciate what you’ve done for me and this place,” Weiss replied. “God knows we couldn’t make it work without you. But this is still my bar, and I’m perfectly capable of booking my own acts for entertainment.”

“Weiss, you can’t book something for the same night!” Val said, exasperated. “We need to do advertising, we need promotion, we–”

“And that’s taken care of,” Weiss interrupted. “I put up the promo post myself, and Lyra did on her page too.”

“That’s… okay, fine,” Val sighed. “We’re probably not gonna get a big crowd with such short notice, though.”

“She says she’s aware of that.”

“Okay. So, what’s her cut?”

Weiss blinked. “…Cut?”

“Yeah,” Val nodded. “How much is she asking for from tonight’s profits?”

“Ah…” Weiss trailed off, staring into space.

“…Weiss…?” Val asked, dreading the reply she was about to receive. “You did discuss this with her, right?”

“Oh, of course we did!” Weiss said. “I just, uh… Hm.” She scratched the back of her head and looked down, embarrassed. “I can’t… remember all the specifics.”

“Oh, god,” Val muttered, rubbing her face.

“I’m sorry!” Weiss apologized. “It just… it all happened so fast, and I forgot.”

“Well, let’s hope she remembers,” Val sighed. “And let’s hope she didn’t charm you into giving up too much of tonight’s take.” She looked over at the stack of folding chairs piled up against the wall. “She wanted these set up, right?”

“Yeah…” Weiss said quietly.

Val placed a hand on her cheek and caressed it softly. “Hey. I’m not mad at you. This is just throwing me for a loop, but I think it could still turn out ok.”

Weiss smiled. “Me too.”

“But first…” Val turned back to the chairs and rolled up her sleeves. “We’ve got some work to do.”

By the time the show was set to start, the bar had gathered a sizeable crowd, far bigger than what they usually saw on a Monday night. It turned out Lyra had a decent online following, and many of the women who were mingling and drinking were big fans. Val even had to rope Patti and Yun in to help out.

Finally, Lyra took the stage to a round of applause and cheers. “Thank you, darlings!” she beamed, striking a cute pose. “I am Lyra the Enchantress, and tonight, I’ll be giving a few lucky souls a taste of my hypnotic power! But first, we need to figure out who those volunteers will be!

“And to do that,” she continued, “I’ll need everyone to join me in a little test. You don’t have to participate if you don’t want to, of course, but…” Lyra’s eyes flicked over to the bar for a second. “If you’re open to joining me up here, then follow along with my words.”

Patti nudged Yun in the ribs with her elbow. “You gonna join in?”

“Eh?” Yun looked up from the glass she was cleaning. “No? Like, we’re here to help Val and Weiss, not get humiliated up on stage.”

“Yeah,” Patti grinned, “but it’d be hot!”

“You do it if you’re so excited, then,” Yun grumbled.

“Knock it off,” Val interjected. “Neither of you are going up on that stage. We need you here.”

“And if you do go up there,” Weiss added, “you’re not getting your cut.”

“Assuming we even have a cut,” Val muttered. She shook her head and got back to cleaning.

Back on the stage, Lyra was leading the audience in a suggestibility test. “I’d like you all to take a nice, deep breath in.” She inhaled loudly, exaggerating for the sake of the microphone, then let out an equally-overstated exhale. “And out. And keep that up for me, settling into a rhythm that makes sense for you and feels comfortable. And as you keep that up, I want you to open your eyes with every inhale, and close them with every exhale.

“And with every repetition, every instance of that pattern, you’ll find that your eyelids get just a little bit heavier,” Lyra continued. “You might not notice it at first, but it’ll build and build and build… and eventually, those eyes will get so heavy that you can’t open them anymore. You can use as much energy as you like, but they just won’t budge. And the more energy you use, the more tired and heavy the rest of your body feels.”

Lyra smiled as she noticed heads starting to droop throughout the audience. “Good, good. That’s exactly right. And, of course, as your body starts to feel tired, your mind feels tired as well. It’s just so hard to hold onto those thoughts in your head. It’s like the only thing you can focus on is trying to keep your eyes open, and the sound of my voice. Nothing else matters. You feel safe to let your mind go quiet and not worry about anything. As long as you’re here, in this room, watching and listening to me, you’ll be happy to go with the flow and accept everything that’s happening.

“And now…” Lyra giggled. “Reach deep into yourself. Consider whether you’d want to be up here, as my special subjects for this evening. If you do, you’re going to find your hand rising up, and up, and up… like you’re back in school, getting your teacher’s attention…” She looked towards the bar and grinned. “Aha! And it looks like we have our first volunteer.”

“Huh?” Weiss blinked. She hadn’t realized when she’d started paying so much attention to Lyra’s show. But her hand wasn’t raised. She turned around and gasped, before her lips curled into a satisfied smirk. “Oh, that figures.”

“Zzuh?” Val murmured. Her eyes were half-lidded, her head lolling to the side, and her arm was raised high in the air. “Wha’s… huh?”

“Come on down, cutie!” Lyra cheered, leading the audience in applause.

The noise finally broke Val out of her trance. She pulled down her hand, blushing furiously and avoiding Weiss’s gaze. “S-Sorry, um… I c-can’t, I–”

“Get up there, darling,” Weiss interjected.

“Wh-What?” Val sputtered. “But, Weiss, you need me working the–”

“We can manage just fine with three sets of hands. C’mon. It’ll be fun.” Weiss pulled her girlfriend in close, whispering in her ear. “As long as you remember who really owns your mind, of course.”

“Yes, M-Madame,” Val whimpered. She hurried over to the stage, each whoop and catcall from the audience only serving to make her even more embarrassed.

“Welcome, welcome!” Lyra said, offering her “volunteer” a warm smile. “And would you like to introduce yourself?”

“I’m, um.” Val closed her eyes and steadied herself. “Val. I, uh, I work here. I mean, I-I co-founded the bar with Weiss.”

“And you and Weiss are partners in more ways than one,” Lyra teased. “Isn’t that right?”

“Yyyyep,” Val muttered. “We’ve been going steady for a few years now.”

“Well, we’re glad she’s decided to share you with us for the evening,” Lyra tittered.

Val tried her best to ignore the eyes of the crowd on her. She hadn’t felt so visible since she hung up the spandex. “Um, so, wh-what’re we gonna be doing, exactly?”

“Well first, of course, I’m going to hypnotize you.” Lyra swirled her hand, and a shiny pendant appeared, dangling from her fingertips. “Though, come to think of it,” she smirked, swinging the pendant through the air, “you’re already a little bit hypnotized, aren’t you?”

“Um!” Val’s cheeks turned and even deeper shade of red. “I-I was, but I’m… I woke up.”

Lyra grinned. “Are you sure? Because you’ve been listening awfully closely to my words for someone who’s not hypnotized. And you came all the way up here, just because I asked you to.” Her smile grew wider, her pearly whites glinting brilliantly under the spotlight. “And you can’t look away from the pendant either. Can you, Val?”

Val blinked. “Uh… I…”

“Yes, this one in particular gets you really well,” Lyra purred. Her voice went low, practically inaudible to everyone in the room save for her subject. “You’ve fallen for pretty swinging gemstones sooooo many times. Your girlfriend told me all about it.”

That gave Val pause. Why would Weiss have told her about that?

“And as you remember all those times before,” Lyra continued, “all those moments when the crystal took your thoughts away, you feel it happening again right now. You remember how you felt, how you sank and fell for the crystal, and you sink and fall for me.”

“F-Fall,” Val whispered, the memory of her hesitation already faded from her mind. She was miles away, lost in a vast sea, her only guiding light the sparkling gem swinging from Lyra’s hand.

“And now you’ll go all the way down for me, Val. Feel that mind go quiet, feel yourself become open and obedient, in three, two… one.”

Snap!

Val slumped into Lyra’s arms. There was not a trace of thought left inside her head. She was mindless and empty.

Hypnotized.

And the crowd went wild, applauding and hollering like they were at a rock concert. Lyra smiled, even as she petted and whispered in Val’s ear to keep her from being awoken by the noise.

She finally thanked the crowd once they died down, then had Val stand up straight. “Now, you’ve been helping out Weiss tonight, haven’t you?”

“Yes,” Val murmured, her voice drowsy and lacking emotion.

“That’ll be ‘yes, Miss Lyra.’”

“Yes, Miss Lyra.”

“Better. And since you’re now up here, with me, it makes sense that you’d be helping me out instead. Right?”

Val’s eyelids fluttered. “Yes, Miss Lyra.”

“Good!” Lyra smiled. “Because I could use an assistant. Though…” She hummed and tapped her chin. “Your costume needs a little work.”

“Cos…tume…?” Val looked down at herself. She was just wearing her normal clothes.

“That’s right,” Lyra cooed. “You’re wearing your special costume. A pretty outfit for a pretty assistant.”

“Pretty…” Val smiled. She liked feeling pretty. And she looked very pretty in her special costume.

“Exactly! But, there’s something missing…” Lyra giggled. “Or, maybe something extraneous.”

She reached out and touched Val’s stomach, running her fingers along the soft fabric of her t-shirt. “After all, what good is a pretty assistant… if we can’t see her tits?”

In the back of the room, Weiss sputtered. “What the fuck?”

“Did you advertise this as an adults-only show?” Yun asked.

“It’s a bar,” Patti interjected. “Everything here is adults-only. But are you ok with this, Weiss?”

“I…” Weiss furrowed her brow. She never agreed to have nudity on the stage, and certainly never agreed to let her own girlfriend show off her body in front of everyone.

But when she tried to dig up the anger she should be feeling, she just… couldn’t. She found herself relaxing a little, gradually starting to accept the idea. Patti was right – this was an adults-only space. There wasn’t anything wrong, necessarily, with Val going topless as part of the show. As long as Lyra was performing, it was easier to just go with the flow.

She didn’t recognize where she’d heard that phrase earlier in the evening. And she didn’t notice her acceptance of Lyra’s actions as anything unusual.

Weiss simply stood and watched as her girlfriend lifted up her shirt and exposed her breasts to the baying crowd.

Val smiled dreamily, basking in the affection from the thirsty ladies drinking in her toned, muscular body. She felt so good, so right. This is how a pretty assistant should be treated. And she loved being Miss Lyra’s pretty assistant.

“Isn’t that better?” Lyra smiled, pinching Val’s cheek. “Don’t you look the part now?”

“Yes, Miss Lyra!” Val beamed.

“Good girl! Now, would you be so kind as to help me pick out my next volunteer?”

“Um…” Val squinted, trying to see through the darkness. It was hard to make anyone out with the spotlight shining in her face.

“Pick one of your friends, dear,” Lyra whispered. “They’ll love it.”

Val nodded, grinning wildly. “I pick Yun!”

Yun gasped and started blushing. “V-Val!”

Patti giggled and patted Yun on the back. “C’mon, girl! Get up there!”

“Don’t even think about it,” Weiss said sternly.

“Aw, lighten up, Weiss,” Patti scoffed. “Nobody’s even ordering right now. They’re all looking at the stage anyway. You and I can handle this on our own.”

“Just…” Weiss sighed. She felt her resolve to argue fizzle away. “Fine. Whatever. Just don’t embarrass yourself too much.”

“Yes, M-Mistress,” Yun whimpered, hurrying along to the stage.

Lyra grinned and shook Yun’s hand. “And who do we have the pleasure of meeting tonight?”

“I-I’m Yun-hee, ma’am,” Yun said quietly.

“Ah, ah.” Lyra cupped her hand around her ear. “Louder, darling.”

“My name is Yun-hee!” Yun squeaked. “I-I’m a friend of Val’s!”

“Better!” Lyra chuckled. “And already used to following orders, I see. That’ll make things easier.”

Yun’s cheeks turned even redder as the audience snickered.

“Now, while you were walking up here,” Lyra continued, “my pretty little assistant told me something about you.”

“She did?” Yun stared at Val, who was still smiling obliviously with her tits on display. “A-And what was, um, that?”

Lyra just smiled and raised her pendant. “I think you already know. Because you can already feel it happening, can’t you, sweetie? That pleasant fog rolling in. All that anxiety about being up on stage with me fading away. Because deep down, you like it when people see you. Or, when they see the real you.”

“The… real me…?” Yun blinked slowly, her eyes drawn helplessly to the pendant in Lyra’s hand.

“Exactly. Not as Yun-hee. Not as a person. Just a pretty little thing, made to be posed and admired and played with.” Lyra purred, stroking Yun’s cheek. “And what would you call a thing like that?”

“Doll,” Yun whispered. Her face shifted into a wide, plastic smile, her back straightening out as she stood at attention.

“That’s right. That’s exactly right. What a good doll you are, Yun.” Lyra kissed her doll’s forehead. “Assistant, bring me a chair and my bag of goodies.”

“Yes, Miss Lyra,” Val replied.

She pulled up a chair to the center of the stage. Lyra guided Yun over and had the doll sit down, then rifled through her bag. “Now, doll, we’re going to give you an accessory to play with. A doll’s not complete without her accessories, is she?”

“No, Miss Lyra,” Yun said brightly.

Lyra handed something to the doll and placed her hands on top of its. “You’re going to feel a set of strings connecting my arms to yours,” she said. “My actions will become your actions. Understood?”

“Yes, Miss Lyra.”

The hypnotist smiled at the crowd and lifted her hands up, pretending to hold something between them. The crowd started to cheer as Yun held up the bright blue ball gag she’d been given.

“A talking dolly is plenty fun,” Lyra tittered. “But I think this one will look even prettier once we add its extra bits.”

She opened her mouth into a wide “O” shape, and Yun did the same. Then she mimed putting the gag between her lips and fastening it behind her head. The gag in Yun’s hands clasped together instantly, strong enough that it couldn’t be easily removed and just tight enough to leave the hypnotized woman drooling on herself without being uncomfortable.

Lyra bowed to the crowd as they cheered. “Thank you, you’re too kind! But, I don’t think we’re done quite yet. Are, we Yun?”

She held the sides of Yun’s head and shook it from side to side. “Nooooo, not even close!” she grinned. “Because my dolly has one more special accessory to show off, doesn’t she?” She nodded the doll’s head up and down and giggled to herself.

“Assistant, would you be so kind as to position my doll for the next part?” Lyra said, rummaging through her bag again.

“Yes, Miss Lyra,” Val smiled. She lifted Yun off the chair and placed her on the floor, face down with her rear end up.

“What is she doing?” Weiss muttered, her eyes fixed on the stage.

“I know what this looks like,” Patti said, “but they can’t be going that far with– oh, nope. There goes her pants. Damn.”

Weiss watched as Lyra pulled out a sleek, translucent dildo. She bit down on her lip. This was crossing a line for sure. She was ok with a little bit of kinky fun, even some nudity, but openly using sex toys was… was…

She sighed, shaking her head. Weiss knew she should be angrier about this. Why wasn’t she? What was it about this night, this Lyra, that was clouding her emotions like this?

The loud moan from the stage distracted Weiss. Yun’s eyes crossed and rolled up into her skull as the toy went inside her. Lyra smiled and patted her doll on the head. “Don’t you feel good now, my little dolly?”

Yun’s head was nodded for her.

“And I think we have time for one more volunteer…” Lyra looked out towards the bar. “How about that cutie with the pink hair?”

“Hell yeah!” Patti cheered, running past a bewildered Weiss and high-fiving members of the audience as she approached the stage.

“I assume you’re also a friend of these two?” Lyra chuckled.

“Yep! Yunnie and I go way back, and Val and I are tight.”

“And are you just as submissive as them?”

Patti shook her head and grinned. “Uh-uh. I’m a domme, most of the time. And when I’m not, I’m a massive brat.”

“She can be very annoying,” Val chimed in.

“In a good way, I hope,” Lyra smiled. “Now, would my lovely assistant be so kind as to hold this up in front of her?”

She handed Val a curtain, just wide enough to hide Patti from the audience’s view. Patti peeked out from behind it, eyeing Lyra curiously. “What’s all this about?”

“I like to incorporate a little stage magic into my shows every now and then,” Lyra explained. She took off her hat and reached inside, pulling out a stereotypical magician’s wand. “Now, on the count of three, my lovely assistant will drop the curtain.”

“And what’ll that do?”

Lyra grinned. “You’ll see.”

She held up her wand and waved it in the air. “One… two… three!”

Val dropped the curtain. Patti was suddenly, improbably, completely naked.

“Whoa!” she yelped, quickly covering herself with her hands. “Wh-What the hell?! How did you–?”

“I’m afraid a magician never reveals her secrets,” Lyra tittered. “And you don’t need to be modest, sweetie. You look gorgeous. And besides, we’re all having fun here, aren’t we?”

“Fun…” Patti cleared her throat and stood up straight, placing her hands at her sides and flashing a smile at the crowd. “Right, yeah! But if I see any of y’all posting pics of this, you’re banned for life!”

“Duly noted. Now, you mentioned you were a domme. Are you by chance a hypnotist too, like Weiss?”

Patti nodded. “Yeah. I like to use this lighter as a focus point…” She reached for her pocket, only to remember she was naked.

“You mean this one?” Lyra asked, holding up the lighter.

“Yeah, how’d you…?” Patti chuckled. “Right. Never reveals her secrets.”

“You catch on quick!” Lyra flicked the lighter on and studied it, pursing her lips. “I can see why you’d use this. It certainly grabs your attention, doesn’t it?”

“Mhm, yeah. You should’ve seen Val the first time I used it on her, poor thing didn’t have a chance.”

“I can only imagine. Those big, pretty eyes of hers, slowly growing glassy and distant. Her face softening as she focused so intently on the flame.”

“Yeah…” Patti blinked. Why did her eyes feel so heavy all of a sudden?

“And you know just how she must’ve felt,” Lyra cooed. “Because you’ve been hypnotized before. Countless times. You know, when a pretty girl whispers in your ear, and directs your mind and your focus like this, you just… start to drift a little bit.”

“D-Drift?”

“Yeah! You drift, and you float, and you sink, and you…” Lyra closed the lighter’s lid. “Sleep.”

Patti slumped forward, falling limply into Lyra’s arms. “There we go,” the hypnotist giggled. “Flame goes out, mind goes out. Easy.”

Weiss bit her lip and stifled a whimper. Something was very wrong. She could feel it. How was Lyra doing this so easily? It was like she barely even had to try to hypnotize people. And why wasn’t Weiss stopping her? This woman she’d met only hours ago was parading her girlfriends around to be ogled and fucked with.

And yet, all Weiss could do was enjoy the show. She felt her hand slipping underneath her waistband. She almost panicked, until she remembered that nobody was watching her. All the eyes in the room were on the stage. So she let her body indulge itself, her fingers teasing her clit as she watched Lyra control her girlfriend.

On the stage, Patti was being tied up, kneeling on the floor with her arms behind her back. But the rope existed only in Patti’s head. Lyra just whispered in the girl’s ear, and her body reacted, moving and positioning itself under the direction of invisible hands. All the while, Patti’s quiet moans and whispers and gasps filled the air, the rest of the room watching her performance in silent awe.

Weiss had to fight to keep herself quiet. She felt especially sensitive right now. She couldn’t tell what it was – the sight of her partners blissfully entranced, the energy of the room, the exhibitionist thrill of touching herself while the others were oblivious. All she knew was that she was incredibly turned on, and she wanted more.

Fantasies flickered through her mind, images of herself on the stage, Lyra’s words weaving their spell on her. It felt so real, so tangible, so… familiar. She felt like she’d done it before. But that was impossible. She’d only met Lyra that day, and she’d never even heard of her before then. She couldn’t have been hypnotized by that woman before. She would remember something like that. Wouldn’t she?

“Weiss?”

The fantasies were cut short when she heard the enchantress calling out to her. Weiss looked up and realized that the crowd was now staring not at the stage, but at her.

Lyra smiled. “Care to say a few words before we wrap up the show?”

“Y-Yes.” Weiss discretely pulled her hand out of her pants and headed for the stage, trying to put on her poker face. She knew nobody had seen her jilling off. She was a clever girl. She could hide it. And even if they had, so what? She probably wasn’t the only one. Everyone was having a good time, going with the flow, enjoying themselves. It was normal. Everything was normal.

She stepped up onto the stage, flashing a smile at the crowd. “Thanks for coming out tonight, folks! Did you have a good time?”

The crowd roared. Weiss laughed, turning to Lyra and giving her a thumbs-up. “We’re very glad you stopped by tonight, ma’am. Feel free to give us an encore whenever you’re in town next.”

“Oh?” Lyra chuckled. “Well, that’s very generous of you. But I didn’t say I was ending my show right this second. We actually have one more girl I’d like to play with.”

“Really?” Weiss blinked. “Okay, uh… do you want me to pick?”

“I’ve already made my decision. In fact, I made it before I even started tonight.”

“You did…?”

Before Weiss could react, she felt a pair of hands grab her breasts. Val embraced her from behind, her nails digging into Weiss’s soft flesh, and giggled seductively in her ear. “Your turn now, titslut.”

Weiss shuddered and gasped. She had a brief flicker of recollection – this exact trigger being installed earlier that day, when Lyra was negotiating her fee for the night. Weiss was helplessly falling into the enchantress’s eyes, spiraling into trance before she knew what hit her. All of this had been planned from the start.

Lyra was always in control.

“Now,” the hypnotist grinned. “Does our hostess have anything else she’d like to say?”

Weiss felt her mind reeling, the programming she’d been running all night now taking center stage. “Y-You’re amazing,” she groaned, eyes crossing, face contorting with pleasure. “This was the best show I’ve ever seen.”

“And it was hot, too,” Lyra cooed. “Wasn’t it, girl?”

“Soooooooo hot…” Weiss sank to her knees, pathetically fumbling with her belt and trying to pull her pants down. She hadn’t been this turned on in ages. It was an all-consuming need, one that overrode her shame and fear over being up on the stage debasing herself. She needed to touch. She needed to cum.

Lyra laughed. The sound made Weiss’s heart flutter all the more. “No one’s done better hypnosis than me, have they?”

“N-No one… no one’s better than you. You’re the best.” The goth girl finally got her pants down and was now fucking herself with reckless abandon. She doubled over, face against the floor, ass up in the air. She knew she looked ridiculous. But anyone would, when compared to a perfect being like Lyra.

“And that includes you, right? I’m better than you?”

“So much better. Not even a c-com-comparison.”

The enchantress giggled. “That’s right. A girl like you isn’t cut out to compete with me. You should worship instead.”

“Yes!” Weiss moaned. “Everyone should, you’re so perfect, like a goddess…”

“Oh, I like that.” Lyra purred and stepped closer, planting her foot right in front of the masturbating woman’s face. “You can start here. Give ‘em a little kiss for me, Weiss.”

“Yes…” Weiss inched her way forward, crawling with one arm while the other was still fingering her cunt. She pressed her lips into the polished leather of Lyra’s boot, leaving a smeared black mark behind. She felt so lucky.

“Now cum for me,” Lyra commanded. “Your Enchantress demands it. Cum. Cum!”

“Yes, Miss Lyraaaaaaaa!” Weiss howled, her eyes rolling up into her head as her lips made a perfect “O” shape. She came like a porn star, her reactions exaggerated and amplified by the bliss of Lyra’s control. One could hear her climax from the street. It was all the better; the Enchantress’s power shouldn’t be constrained to the walls of this dusty old bar.

When it was finally over, Lyra knelt down and patted her worshipper on the head. “That’s it. Good girl.”

Weiss sighed happily, a blissful, downright idiotic smile plastered on her face. This was the best day of her life. She was so glad she met Lyra, her Enchantress, her goddess, her idol. She couldn’t imagine wanting anything more than this.

“Aaaaaaand clear!”

“Guh!” Weiss gasped. The veil lifted from her mind, leaving only the cold light of reality. Lyra was no goddess. She was just a skilled hypnotist who happened to get the drop on her and made her humiliate herself.

“Fuuuuuck,” Patti groaned, uncoiling herself from the position she’d been left in. “Ow. God. I keep forgetting I’m not this flexible anymore.”

“C-Can someone help me with Yun?” Val asked, fiddling with the clasp behind her friend’s head. “I can’t get this gag out!”

“Mmph!” Yun pleaded, eyes wide, cheeks blushing furiously.

Lyra giggled, applauding her involuntary volunteers. “What a wonderful show you all put on for us! You have my thanks!”

“You…” Weiss rose to her feet, fury boiling in her veins. “You bitch! You think you can come in here and humiliate us all like this?”

“Yeah!” Val chimed in, chucking Yun’s gag at the hypnotist. “You’re not getting away that easy! Right, Yun?”

“G-Gimmie a sec,” Yun grunted, tugging on the dildo still inside her. “God, how did I even fit this thing in me…?”

“Oh?” Lyra tutted. “How ungrateful. Ah, well. Maybe you’ll change your tune after my encore.”

Before anyone could react, Lyra lunged forward, snapping her fingers in Weiss’s face. The white-haired woman sputtered, blinked, then fell limp into the enchantress’s arms.

“Hey!” Patti growled, standing up and throwing a punch. “Keep your hands off my–!”

“Remember the flame, dear,” Lyra interrupted, clutching the side of Patti’s head. “So bright, so enticing, so hypnotic, only to be snuffed out by a simple…” She blew a puff of air onto Patti’s forehead, and she was down for the count, kneeling obediently at Lyra’s feet.

“Great,” Yun muttered, tossing the dildo to the side. “Guess I’ve got no chance, huh?”

“Smart girl,” Lyra grinned. “Just for that, I’ll be gentle.” She beckoned Yun closer and planted a kiss on her lips that sent the bespeckled woman into trance. When Lyra pulled away, Yun was still frozen in place, kissing open air.

Then the hypnotist’s eyes turned to the only one still standing. Val stood in a fighting stance, eyes focused yet burning with rage. “Come any closer and I’ll break your jaw.”

“I know you would,” Lyra smirked. “Your partner-in-crime told me quite a lot about you, angel. And she told me something else that caught my interest…”

“Yeah? And what would that be?”

Lyra simply smiled and said a word. It was one Val had heard many times before, but was never allowed to remember. It was the first trigger Weiss had given her, and still the most powerful.

And before she knew it, Val was out like a light.

Lyra bowed to her adoring crowd as they roared their approval. “Thank you all so much for coming! And now, because I’m so generous, I’ve decided to forgo my usual fee and instead give all of you something in return! Weiss?”

“Yes… Miss Lyra…” the hypnotized hypnotist murmured. She reached into her pocket and took out a small remote.

FLASH.

In an instant, the audience – already primed for trance by Lyra’s show – dropped into an obedient stupor. At Lyra’s command, they let their passions run wild, devolving into a frantic orgy, overpowering the room with the scent of sex and howls of passion.

As Lyra admired her handiwork, she had her volunteers kneel before her. Her lips curled into a selfish, hungry grin. “Worship,” she ordered.

And while her new pets rewarded her for her long night’s work, the enchantress was already planning her next performance…