Disclaimer: The following story contains non-consensual and consensual mind control and sexual activity. If you are underage, or if these themes make you uncomfortable, consider yourself warned. The characters and situations depicted below are fictional, and they should remain that way. The author does not condone any non-consensual sexual activity.

Commissioned by AWMBH.

“Don’t those zero-calorie sodas give you cancer or something?”

Morgan swallowed and nervously fiddled with the bottle cap. “They haven’t actually found any link between artificial sweeteners and cancer. The study about aspartame got discredited, and none of the other commonly-used sweeteners have been proven to be carcinogens.”

Chloe chuckled. “Huh. You just knew that off the back of your hand?”

“I mean, it’s going in my body, isn’t it? I feel like I should know about what I eat and drink.”

“Fair enough.” Chloe leaned back in her chair and stretched. She looked around the library and noticed a few people giving her funny looks. One of the girls staring at her was someone she recognized – Bethany. She and Chloe had an org-chem class together.

Chloe smiled. Bethany wasn’t just another student. She was on the cheerleading team. Which meant Chloe would be seeing a lot more of her later that night. Chloe made a peace sign and held it up to her mouth, sticking her tongue out and winking. Bethany gasped and turned her head back towards her book, blushing furiously.

“Are you just gonna goof off,” Morgan said, “or are you gonna help me track down all these names?”

“Sorry!” Chloe squeaked. She turned back to her laptop and typed another name into the student directory. “Okay, looks like… Summer Harris here is a sophomore, lives in Phoenix Hall, is a… ugh, philosophy major.”

“What do you have against philosophy majors?”

“They only exist to teach other philosophy majors.”

Morgan took another swig of soda. “…I’m a philosophy major,” she said quietly.

Chloe paused. “I, uh… I mean…” She scratched the back of her head and looked away. “I didn’t mean it in, like, a bad way!”

“Jennifer Barrett,” Morgan said, trying to avoid looking stung. “Junior, Blossom Hall, majoring in astronomy.”

“Ooh, astronomy!” Chloe grinned. “What if we caught her at the observatory? She’d really be seeing stars after we’re done with her!”

Morgan raised an eyebrow. “Why would she see stars? We’re not gonna punch her or anything, are we?”

“N-No, I…” Chloe sighed. “You really are too pure for this world, Morgan.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You’re just, like… innocent. Like you’re way younger than you actually are.”

Morgan shrugged. “Well, I didn’t really get to experience all those fun things everyone always talks about in high school. Sometimes it feels like I’m four years behind everyone else when it comes to social stuff.”

Even though her roommate’s expression was placid, Chloe could notice the sadness in Morgan’s eyes. Poor thing, she thought to herself. Stuck in her house all the time, never getting to go out and have fun. No wonder she hadn’t had her first kiss yet. She looked down at the black book that sat between them and noticed something. “Wait a sec… I know this one.”

“You do?” Morgan’s ears almost literally perked up.

“Yeah, we have pre-calc together.” She looked around the room and smiled. “And there she is right now.”

“She’s here? How can you tell?”

Chloe turned back to Morgan. “She’s kinda hard to miss.”

Willow popped another gummy bear in her mouth and chewed. Working the tech support desk wasn’t the most glamorous job in the world, but it beat sitting around in her dorm room all day. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a pair of girls approaching her. One of them looked familiar. “Oh, hey… Chloe, right?”

Chloe smiled. “Yup! And you’re Willow.”

“Wow…” Morgan gasped, her eyes wide with awe. “Your hair…”

“I know of it,” Willow giggled. Her hair always drew looks wherever she went. She could never stick with a color for very long, but whenever she dyed it, she always went for the boldest, loudest color she could. Today it was a bright green, almost neon with its intensity, styled into an undercut.

Morgan couldn’t stop gawking at it. Where she grew up, no one was ever bold enough to dye their hair that type of color. Combined with Willow’s prominent eyebrow piercing, it gave off an edge that was somewhat at odds with the girl’s friendly demeanor.

“So, Willow,” Chloe spoke up, “are you busy right now?”

“Well, I’m technically working, but…” Willow looked around and leaned in. “This job is so boring!” she whispered. “I swear, if one more gross frat boy asks me to hook his Xbox up to the campus wi-fi, I’m gonna knock his teeth out.”

Chloe grinned. “Sounds like you could use a break, then! Morgan, care to do the honors?”

“Huh? Oh, r-right.” I almost forgot what we came here for… Morgan pulled out the black book and flipped to the page with Willow’s name on it. “‘Allantoid orpine!’”

Willow gasped, and then lidded her eyes and smiled. “I am hypnotized,” she purred, “I must obey.”

“Yeah, you do!” Chloe giggled.

Morgan rolled her eyes. She’s taking this way too casually. “Take us somewhere private, Willow.”

“Yes, Mistress.” Willow put up a “closed” sign on the desk and beckoned the two girls towards a back room. When they entered, she shut the door behind them and lowered the shade.

Morgan looked around the room and marveled at the amount of stuff inside. It was much larger than she thought it would be, with tables and shelves full of electronics. “Wow,” she gasped, noticing something on one of the shelves, “that’s one of those VR things!”

“Yes, Mistress,” Willow said, her voice a low, sleepy murmur.

“Where’d you get one? Aren’t these things really expensive?”

“Someone brought it in ‘cause they couldn’t get it working. Decided it wasn’t worth the hassle, so they let me keep it. Been playing around with it in my spare time.”

“Guess working in tech support has its perks!” Chloe giggled. “So, Morgan, you’ve got your hypnotized plaything, what do you wanna do with her?”

Morgan scratched the top of her head and thought for a moment. “Well… we’re kinda in the middle of the library, so we don’t wanna make too much noise. Someone could hear us.”

Chloe nodded. “Yeah, that makes sense. So, we gag her and-”

“W-What?!” Morgan blushed. “N-No, that’s not what I meant at all! Why do you always jump to the most perverted stuff?”

“I dunno,” Chloe shrugged. “I guess I’m just feeling kinda… uninhibited? Like, none of this really bothers me, even though I know it probably should.”

“Why would…” Morgan gasped. Oh, crap! I did that! When I had her under in the dorm room, I made her not freak out about any of this. It must’ve made her more open about her kinky side.

“Hm?” Chloe cocked her head to the side. “What’s wrong?”

“N-Nothing! But we’re not doing the gag thing, alright?”

“Hey, she’s your slave, not mine. You can do whatever you want with her.”

Morgan blushed even harder. “She’s n-not… my slave. She’s just… on loan? Wait, that sounds bad.”

“The important thing is that she’s hot and she’ll do whatever you tell her to do!” Chloe gave Morgan a reassuring thumbs-up.

“…yeah, sure.” Morgan shook her head. “Look, just whatever you do, don’t judge me for being a little boring with my tastes, alright?”

“You got it!” Chloe nodded.

Morgan turned to Willow, still smiling mindlessly in front of the door. “Come here, Willow.”

Willow blinked a few times, as if having to wake herself from a daydream. “Yes, Mistress.” She walked towards Morgan, her steps clumsy and a little haphazard, as if she was sleepwalking.

When she was within arm’s reach, Morgan said, “T-Take off your shirt and bra.”

“Yes, Mistress.” Willow lifted her t-shirt over her head and tossed it onto a nearby shelf, then unclasped her bra and tossed it in the same spot.

Morgan breathed heavily at the sight of Willow’s bare chest. The hypnotized girl’s skin was so pale it looked almost bleached, and her modestly-sized breasts rose and fell with her slow, steady breathing. But it wasn’t that which drew Morgan’s eye. It was the tiny metal studs that poked through each of her nipples. “Do those… hurt?”

“They did at first,” Willow sighed. “But not anymore.”

Morgan’s eyes traveled downwards, where she saw another piercing in Willow’s belly button. It was a shiny blue gem – probably not real sapphire, but it was certainly eye-catching. “Jeez…” Morgan gasped. “How many more of those do you have?”

“Just one,” Willow replied.

Morgan paused, waiting for Willow to continue. “…where is it?”

Willow said nothing. She simply stuck out her tongue, revealing a matching blue gem.

“Cooooool,” Morgan cooed. “What does that, like, feel like?”

“Most of the time I don’t even feel it… but my girlfriend says it makes getting eaten out by me even better.”

Morgan whimpered and absent-mindedly rubbed her thighs together a bit. “W-Well, I uh, already tried that today. Maybe another time.”

“No one said you couldn’t get eaten out twice,” Chloe remarked.

“I know, but I wanna try different stuff, y’know?” Morgan blushed and nervously fiddled with the edge of her shirt. After a long moment, she leaned in and kissed Willow on the lips.

When she pulled away, Chloe giggled. “What, that’s it? Morgan, stop being so shy! Think about all those cheerleaders we’re gonna fuck tonight! Be! Aggressive! B! E! Aggressive!”

Morgan chuckled despite herself. “Alright, fine, we’ll try it your way. Willow, whatever happens, stay quiet, understand?”

Willow nodded. Morgan took a deep breath, and then pushed Willow against the wall. She kissed the hypnotized girl on the neck, pushing her chest into Willow’s. Morgan started moving downwards, planting kisses all over Willow’s chest, until she began suckling on one of the green-haired girl’s breasts. She flicked the piercing with her tongue, and felt Willow shudder in delight. True to her word, though, she didn’t make a noise; the only sign that she enjoyed what Morgan was doing to her was a sharp intake of breath.

While she pondered what to do next, Morgan found her hand slowly reaching for Willow’s belt buckle. Why am I… She shook her head. Fuck it. This feels right. She quickly undid Willow’s belt and unbuttoned her jeans before sliding her hand down the front of Willow’s pants. She’d never fingered another woman before, but she knew from her own experience what felt good and tried to do that.

It seemed to be working. Willow’s breath was getting faster and faster, and she was whimpering softly even despite her compulsion to stay quiet. Morgan quickened her pace in time with Willow, and the green-haired girl began to hump Morgan’s hand in desperation. Finally, Willow squeezed her thighs together, and Morgan felt her gush around her fingers.

When Willow had stopped squirming, Morgan slowly pulled her hand out of the girl’s jeans, slightly grossed out. “You got it all over my-”

She was interrupted when Willow suddenly leaned in and started sucking Morgan’s fingers, cleaning them off. Morgan gasped, but then blushed furiously at how blank and obedient Willow looked in that moment. God, why is this so hot?

Morgan heard a whistle from the other end of the room. “Shit, Morgan,” Chloe said, awestruck. “I didn’t know you had that in you.”

“Y-Yeah… me neither.” When Willow was finished, Morgan awkwardly patted her on the head. She looked down and noticed Willow’s bra had fallen to the floor. Must’ve gotten knocked over when I shoved her against the wall. She picked it up and furrowed her brow. “Wait a sec… this is the same kind Emily had.” She turned back to Willow. “Where’d you get this?”

“One of Mistress’ slaves orders for us,” Willow said. “She lives in Phoenix Hall.”

“Phoenix…” Chloe rubbed her chin. “Is her name Summer?”

“Yes.”

“Aha!” Chloe snapped her fingers. “That’s where we go next!”

Morgan shrugged. “If you say so.”

“Wait…” Willow looked down and quickly covered her chest. “Wh-What the fuck?! Why am I topless? What did you do to-”

“‘A-Allantoid orpine!’” Morgan stammered.

Willow’s arms went limp. “I am hypnotized, I must obey.”

Morgan sighed. “Snapping wakes you up, doesn’t it?”

“Yes, Mistress,” Willow replied, her voice slipping back into that dreamy monotone Morgan was starting to find strangely comforting.

“Sorry!” Chloe whispered apologetically.

“Just… be more careful,” Morgan muttered. “Willow, put your clothes back on, and then wake up, forgetting you ever saw us.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

As Willow started getting dressed, Morgan walked towards the door. “So,” she said to Chloe, “what room is Summer in?”

“What’s up, fam? It’s certified Best Girl™ Summer here, ready to… no, no, this isn’t working.”

Summer stopped the recording and chucked her phone at her bed in frustration. This was the fifth attempt to film something today, and she hadn’t even managed to get past the intro. Try as she might, she couldn’t think of anything interesting to make for her legion of adoring fans. Sure, she wasn’t the biggest name out there, but she was still gorgeous enough – and a good enough tease – to get over fifty thousand followers on Instagram, and another thirty thousand on Twitter.

She ran her fingers through her pastel-pink hair and sighed. “Why can’t I get anything done today? I’m super off for some reason. Maybe I should cool it on the poppers… or should I do more?”

Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard a knock on her door. She looked down at her outfit and frowned. God, the prudes in this place would lose it if they saw me in this! “Who is it?” she called out, not opening the door.

“Are you Summer Harris?” She didn’t recognize the voice, but it sounded friendly and sweet.

“Yeah, who’s asking?”

There was a moment of silence. Then, another voice spoke up, meek and nervous. “‘Pennate groggery.’”

Summer’s jaw dropped. She could feel something starting to shift inside her mind. She didn’t know what it was, but for some reason it felt safe and familiar. She smiled. “I am hypnotized,” she heard herself say. “I must obey.”

“Open the door, Summer.”

Morgan and Chloe stepped into Summer’s room as the newly-hypnotized girl closed the door behind them. Morgan once again found herself awestruck by another girl’s appearance. Summer had a similarly-bold hair color as Willow, but it was her outfit that was drawing Morgan’s attention. She wore a pink mesh top with no bra underneath, only small pieces of white tape covering her nipples. Her purple skirt was so short it barely covered anything at all, and underneath it she wore pale teal tights with holes cut out, exposing her ass and cunt. The sleepy, blissful smile she wore showed off her braces, the same shade of pink as her hair and top.

“Wow, that’s a… bold statement,” Chloe said. “You go outside dressed like that?”

“No,” Summer said, “just when I take pictures.”

“Pictures?” Chloe picked up the phone Summer left on the bed. “Oh, shit, you’re that Summer?”

“Huh?” asked Morgan. But then she took a closer look at Summer’s face. “Oh, no way…”

“You recognize her?”

“I, uh…” Morgan blushed and turned her face towards a wall.

“You read her for the articles, right?” Chloe giggled. “Morgan, after what we’ve been through together, I think knowing the e-thots you get off to is a pretty minor thing.”

Morgan smiled sheepishly. “Y-Yeah…” She turned towards Summer. “So, uh…” She fidgeted awkwardly, opening her mouth like she was about to speak, but closing it. The longer she stood there, the more distant Summer seemed to get, like her mind was receding further and further the longer Morgan took to come up with a command. Her smile gradually faded, her eyelids dropping even lower, drool starting to drip down her chin.

Chloe raised an eyebrow. “C’mon, Morgan, don’t tell me you’ve already run out of ideas?”

“I don’t know!” Morgan snapped. “This is a lot to take in, okay?”

“Well, we don’t have time for you to make up your mind! We’ve gotta get through a lot of girls if you wanna keep that book!”

“It’s just…” Morgan sighed. “Well, I do have something I wanna do, but-”

“But nothing!” Chloe grabbed Morgan’s shoulders. “Don’t hesitate, Morgan.”

“Alright… ‘unfakable preguarantor.’”

Chloe’s eyes went lidded. Her smile became the same as Summer’s, but Morgan thought she saw a hint of satisfaction in it too. “I am hypnotized, I must obey.”

“Chloe, go stand next to Summer. Then… b-both of you, get naked.” Morgan almost couldn’t believe the words coming out of her mouth. Her heart was pounding like crazy, but she didn’t feel nervous or unsure of herself. It was like instinct, the words coming unbidden from somewhere deep in her psyche. As Chloe and Summer got undressed, she noticed that Summer’s thighs were slick, and the air smelled of her arousal. “Why are you wet already, Summer?”

“Obedience is pleasure,” Summer purred, her voice becoming a bit less monotone. “Being entranced for Mistress makes me horny. Good slaves are horny for Mistress.”

Somehow, Summer and Chloe looked even more beautiful when they were blank. A part of Morgan was still uneasy with the idea that someone had breached her mind without her even knowing it, but another part was undeniably attracted by that same prospect. Do I look like that when Mistress has me hypnotized? She pictured herself standing just like Summer and Chloe were, naked with empty eyes and a blissful smile, while a beautiful woman whispered in her ear, emptying her mind and making her helplessly bound to her will.

As Morgan removed her own clothes, she pondered what sort of person would make her a slave. Summer and Chloe made sense – they were both drop-dead gorgeous, the kinds of people who could pass for fashion models or actresses. Who wouldn’t want girls like them at their beck and call? But Morgan wasn’t like them. She was plain-looking, shy, and could barely get a full sentence out in front of someone she didn’t know. Why would someone want her as their slave?

Finally, Morgan was just as naked as the girls in front of her. For a brief moment, she almost panicked, the sheer unreality of the situation making her want to wake everyone up and run away. But she knew better than to escape. She knew exactly what she wanted to do. “Summer,” she said, lying down on the floor, “get down between my legs. Chloe, I want you to ride my face.”

“Yes, Mistress,” the two girls replied. Morgan braced herself as they got into position.

She hadn’t imagined it would feel this good. Morgan had only been eaten out once before, but she could still immediately feel a difference between how Emily did it and what Summer was doing now. Emily went fast, driving her up the wall with a ruthlessness that caught her completely off guard. But Summer was a lot slower, teasing her cunt with long, languid licks, as if she was savoring it. I can’t believe it… I mean, this is the Summer! I’ve gotten off to her so many times, and now she’s actually licking my cunt!

Morgan had wanted her first time with a woman to be special. Something intimate, something she and her partner had put careful consideration into. But now, thanks to some unknown woman’s strange idea of a game, she’d already had one girl between her legs and was about to progress to a threesome with her online and real-life crushes. Had Mistress lowered her inhibitions, just as Morgan had done to Chloe? She couldn’t shake the feeling that this was all some bizarre fever dream, like she’d wake up any second and be back in her room. Or worse, she’d find that the spell that had enchanted Chloe and Summer had broken, and they’d be so disgusted with her that she’d never be able to live with herself.

If it was a dream, though, it was at least a good one. So she decided it couldn’t hurt to stay a while longer.

Morgan tried to emulate what Emily and Summer did. She hit the same spots, judged her pace against theirs, and tried to make Chloe feel as good as she did. And judging from the whimpers and moans that Chloe was making, it seemed she was doing exactly that. She wondered if the hypnotic trance Chloe was in was enhancing her pleasure – after all, Summer said that the girls get aroused just from being hypnotized. Perhaps, because Morgan had ordered Chloe to ride her face, the act of obeying that command was making Morgan’s amateur technique seem better?

Maybe I’m just a natural at eating pussy, Morgan thought to herself. She chuckled softly. Or… maybe this isn’t my first time after all? I’m supposedly just as brainwashed as Summer and Chloe, even though I can’t remember it. Maybe Mistress instructed me? She started to feel uneasy. The idea that she might have already had her first time and not even remember it felt… wrong. Like something had been stolen from her.

Then Summer’s tongue flicked Morgan’s clit, and she shuddered in delight. She could worry about that later. She had better things to think about now.

It was surprising when Chloe was the first one to cum. Morgan had orgasmed so quickly in the library, but whether it was Summer’s slower technique or because she was more prepared or who knows what, she felt like she could keep going for a while. And she wanted to, so badly. But she knew she couldn’t stay for long. This moment was wonderful, but she couldn’t let it just stay one moment. She had to win the game.

“S-Summer…” she gasped, her voice hazy with lust, “faster… make me cum, now…”

Summer mumbled something that might’ve been “Yes, Mistress.” But Morgan wasn’t listening. She just arched her back and let Summer’s tongue speak through her.

When she had come down from her orgasm, Morgan asked the two girls to kneel in front of her. She sat up and took a moment to catch her breath. “Holy shit…”

Chloe and Summer didn’t react. They simply stared off into space, their vacant eyes seeing nothing. Morgan giggled, the shock of what just happened finally hitting her. “Thank you both,” she said, tears of joy threatening to well up.

“You’re welcome, Mistress,” her slaves replied.

Morgan paused. They’re her slaves, not mine. Even when I win, they still belong to Mistress. Whatever control I have only exists because she determined so. It was almost disappointing to consider, but Morgan shook her head. Still, this is awesome! It’s like Chloe said: the important thing is that they’re hot and they’ll do whatever I tell them to do. “Chloe, wake up, remembering everything that happened while you were in trance.”

Chloe blinked, her smile fading and her eyes showing signs of intelligence again. “Oh, look at you!” she chuckled. “Little miss innocent, ordering us to do such naughty things!”

Morgan blushed and looked down at the floor, her nakedness now uncomfortably present in a way it wasn’t just a moment ago. “I just…” she said, covering her breasts with her arms. “I dunno, it felt… right. Like, in that moment, I felt like that was exactly what I should do.”

“Oh, I’m not complaining, Morgan.” Chloe scooted closer, putting her hand on Morgan’s shoulder. “I’m just surprised. You can be really domme-y when you wanna be.”

“‘Domme-y?’”

“Yeah! Like, bossy, but in a sexy, ‘step on me mommy’ kinda way!”

“That… doesn’t really sound like me.” I could never be that confident. The only reason I was able to do that here was because I knew they’d agree to it. If I tried that with someone else, who wasn’t hypnotized, they’d probably just be insulted. “But, anyway, we came here for more than just sex, right?”

“Did we?” Chloe tapped her chin and looked up, as if lost in thought. “Oh, yeah, right!” She turned around and stared at Summer. “You’re Mistress’ right-hand girl, aren’t you? The one who handles all those special orders?”

“Yes,” Summer murmured.

Morgan leaned in close. “Tell us everything you can about her.”

Author’s note: I would like to thank AWMBH for commissioning this story.

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