Chaya had been standing in front of the dorm doors for hours.
She paced around, trying to figure out if someone should let her in, or if she can just go inside. Time... was a little weird in her new surroundings, but they kept a universal time in the headquarters. For simplicity, Valarie explained. Chaya's brain had felt like mush from so much space-time talk, so she didn't have the bandwidth to ask questions.
All she could do was pray that this all would make sense within the next couple of days. If she was lucky.
Chaya was told to be there at 16:30 for someone to greet her. No one greeted her.
Chaya moved out of her apartment, using the last of her savings to pay for the last month of rent. All of her belongings were in her hands, in two suitcases and a backpack. Her heart raced. Somehow, she couldn't get it out of her mind that this was all some weird dream or dissociation. After all, the situation was completely ridiculous. She couldn't believe she just... went with it. Maybe it wasn't too late to turn back...
No. She couldn't leave. Metaphorically, and literally -- she didn't have her powers yet, so she couldn't form a portal back home anyways. Distantly, Chaya wondered if everyone had the same powers. Was there some kind of training program? How would she even *get* those powers?
Chaya couldn't take it anymore. She wasn't going to answer any of her plethora of questions standing there. It was time to go inside. And face her new life.
She ascended up the few steps to the doors, and swung them open.
And was greeted with quite the scene, already.
She was in some kind of living room -- pretty nicely decorated, admittedly, but the decor wasn't what caught her eyes. What did was the two people blatantly fucking in the middle of the dorm. Chaya's eyes narrowed. Okay, she was just seeing things. She rubbed her eyes just to make sure. Nope, the two were definitely having sex. They didn't seem to notice her figuring out the scene.
One of them was bent over on the table -- a girl with... cat ears? Brown cat ears on top of her bushy brown hair, and a tail going haywire with what Chaya could imagine as arousal. She meowed with every movement, her entire body twitching with need. She donned a baggy sweater, and a skirt pushed up by the guy topping her.
"Yeah, kitty? You like that? You're such a needy cat, you know that?"
The guy topping her was definitely not a human either, at least not fully. His skin was scaly and blue, almost like a mermaid's tail -- in fact, in addition to his legs, he also had a large aquatic tail behind him. His hair -- Chaya was surprised he had hair -- was dark purple, tied into a knot in the back. He whispered lewd sayings into the bottom's ears, but Chaya couldn't make it out.
And his hands were working fast to pleasure the catgirl underneath him.
Chaya felt like she was about to pass out. In a panic, she said the first thing that came to mind.
"Um... Is this the right place?"
Their scene stopped abruptly, both of them turning to Chaya with horror. The fishy guy's mouth all but dropped on the ground, and the catgirl's eyes widened, looking around as anxiously as Chaya's.
Silence hung above them until Chaya spoke again.
"I'm... new. My name is Chaya. Um, Valarie told me to be here at 4:30– I mean, 16:30."
"Oh," the guy said flatly. "I was supposed to greet you, huh."
Chaya nodded. "It's okay."
"My name is Kayin. This, uh," he motioned to the catgirl, "is Aubrea."
"Nice to meet you."
"I'm, uh... busy. I got busy."
"Yeah," Chaya exhaled. "I-I can see that. Um, I'll just put my stuff down and leave you to... do what you're doing. Where - where's my room?"
"Uh, second floor, first door to the left. Can't miss it. Already has your name, I think."
Chaya nodded, trying not to let the immense awkwardness of the situation get to her. She was failing, of course. "Okay. Thanks?"
"Don't mention it!" He gave a thumbs up.
Chaya didn't really have a great response to that. She ascended up the stairs, leaving the two back to their scene once more. If anything, she had more questions. Chaya felt like the headache piercing her head was going to murder her.
She found her room, easily enough, and sure enough it had her name hanging above it. Damn, these people worked fast. She slid in, and closed the door behind her. And immediately collapsed onto the plush, soft bed. Chaya rolled around, covering her face with the available pillow and burying her face into it. Her cheeks were burning red.
Okay, to recap her situation. She quit her job on the spot because her bimbo Domme of a one night stand invited her to be a maintenance worker "for the universe and fabric of space-time." Chaya still wasn't quite sure what her job was, but it sounded better than her previous job, and she wouldn't have to put up with her terrible life on Earth anymore. She would get powers at some point to do her job, along with identification and a (she hoped) proper onboarding. The members lived in a separate dimension that housed the headquarters, which... was where she was. And her unit - her dorm - was apparently full of kinky folks.
She didn't understand any of it.
Eventually, a knock sounded at her door. Chaya whipped her body up and stumbled out of bed. "O-one minute!"
Chaya took much less than one minute to get to the door. She swung it open, trying to compose herself in mere milliseconds. The person who stood in front of her wasn't Aubrea or Kayin -- instead, she was a woman who towered over Chaya, both in height and in presence. She wore a little black sleeveless dress, with a reddish-purple silk wrap around her arms, with black lipstick on her lips. But what was more impressive was her hair. It was a bushy afro, impressively bright with pink and blue streaks. She looked older than Kayin and Aubrea by at least a decade, and her posture gave off a sternly comforting impression.
And she was hot. Oh no.
        “H-hi,” Chaya said meekly. “I’m, um, sorry about earlier, I didn’t know I was–”
        The woman raised a hand, slowing Chaya down as she smiled softly. “Don’t worry about it. I apologize I didn’t catch you earlier so you wouldn’t walk into that. How are you feeling?”
        Chaya wasn’t feeling as calm as this woman looked, that was for sure. “I’m a… bit overwhelmed, but, y’know. I’m here. Ready to learn!” She put on her best first-day-at-job voice to cover her anxiety. It didn’t work.
        That earned a laugh, which made Chaya blush even harder. “It’s okay to be nervous, dear. May I come in?”
        “O-of course!”
        The woman slid in and closed the door behind her. With only them in the room, the height difference seemed that much more drastic. Chaya didn’t understand much about her current situation. But she knew one thing - she was extremely gay.
        “My name is Seleste. I’m the… well, I suppose you could say leader of the dorm. Though we don’t have a strict hierarchy.” She began to explain. “Chaya, was it?”
        Chaya nodded. “Um… Should I call you boss, or Miss, or–”
        “Seleste.” Her voice was firm once more, yet understanding. “I understand first days can be nerve wracking, and this is quite a job to get used to. I’ll be here to answer your questions. Understood?”
        Chaya nodded once more, vigorously. She couldn’t tell if Seleste was trying to be comforting or domineering. Perhaps both? “Yeah. Valarie, um, said I’d get… powers? Was she making that up?”
        Seleste chuckled. “No. She is entirely serious. Valarie told me a bit about you. All high words, obviously.”
        “R-right.” Chaya felt like she was about to collapse. “May… I sit down?”
        “Please,” Seleste motioned.
        Chaya plopped down on the bed. Her chest felt void of air. Seleste joined her, sitting next to Chaya – not close, but not far away either. And then Chaya felt something warm on her chest and back – Seleste’s hands. Only then Chaya realized that she wasn’t breathing properly.
        “Breathe.”
        And she was being ordered to breathe. Chaya may not have felt like much, but she did feel obedient in that moment. So she breathed, followed by Seleste’s exhales. The order was simple, and yet, Seleste didn’t leave much room for Chaya to not follow along. It felt weird to be bossed around by someone other than Beverly. And it felt even weirder to be bossed around about something as simple as breathing. Usually when Beverly barked orders at Chaya, it was to work faster or make her coffee better, or whatever. But she’d never been ordered to breathe. It felt… soothing. Reassuring.
        “It’s okay,” Seleste continued. “I’m here for you. Everything will make sense quicker than you think. We – and I – will have your back. You can count on those words.”
        “Okay,” Chaya exhaled. Her heart rate returned to a semi-normal rhythm. “Thank you, Seleste.”
        Seleste’s smile curled a bit further. “There you go. Now, are you ready for the next order of business?”
        “Yes.”
        “I’d like you to come down – when you’re ready – to meet everyone else. Your allies. You don’t have to be friends with them, at least not right away, but I expect you to be amicable. And to help out as much as I expect them to help you. Is that an acceptable ask?”
        “Yes, of course.” Why did Chaya feel like such a yes-man? Was it submission? Fatigue? Excitement?
        Seleste exhaled, as if she were relieved too. “And I promise, this time, they will not be having sex in the living room. I’ve talked to Kayin about that a few times.”
        Chaya chuckled.
        “So. You have questions, that much is obvious. Would you like to ask some privately?”
        “I… I guess.” Chaya looked away. The first question was the most scandalous, and one she’d never consider asking her boss before then, but… Seleste seemed trustworthy. And open. “So… is everyone at Terminal Z, like, really kinky?”
        Seleste burst out laughing. Chaya felt her face turn to a hot tomato. Before her excuses and apologies were about to come gushing out, Seleste answered her. “Excellent starting question. Not everyone. But many people. I’m not sure what draws kinky folks to us. In fact, all of us in this particular dorm are involved in some way, shape, or form. I think that answers my question about how Valarie ran into you, then.”
        “Oh.” Chaya paused. “I suppose it does?”
        “Yes, Valarie and I used to live in the same unit. Same with her girlfriend. Did Valarie also introduce you to hypnosis kink, too?”
        Chaya let out a laugh, and sighed. “She did.”
        “Of course.” Seleste’s hands moved, one placing itself on Chaya’s shoulder. “I think you’ll fit in better here than you expect. But for now, I’ll ask people to limit the intimacy in front of you.”
        “I… thank you. I hope I fit in.”
        “Any other questions?”
        Oh, yeah, definitely. For sure. 100%. But in her state of perpetual anxiety, she could not remember a single one. “Not right now,” Chaya lied.
        Seleste took her hand off Chaya – leaving Chaya feeling like she needed something else, something she couldn’t ask for. The taller lady stood up. “Come down when you feel ready.”
        “Of course… Seleste. Thank you.”
        Seleste didn’t respond to that with anything other than a smile, and left. The sudden silence felt agonizing to Chaya, but at least she wasn’t on the brink of a panic attack anymore. She put her hand on her chest, where Seleste just had it. Chaya was okay. She was safe, for now, in this building.
        Chaya wasn’t ready to go downstairs immediately. But she got the impression that she would be once she unpacked a little…
~~
        Always fashionably late, Chaya finally made her way down about 30 minutes later. She composed herself in the mirror, making sure her curly hair wasn’t out of place, and donning her favorite yellow vest. She brought her favorite makeup with her, and took a moment to do it. The foundation really brought her shiny brownish-olive skin out, and covered any acne or blemishes she wasn’t proud of. Chaya looked casual, but not completely lazy.
“Okay,” Chaya said. “You can do this. You can meet new people!”
        She wasn’t entirely confident, but it didn’t matter. 
Chaya opened the door, and walked down the steps slowly. Finally, she made it to the living room, and peeked around the staircase. Seleste was present, of course, sitting in the fanciest chair. Next to her were three other people. Kayin and Aubrea, obviously. 
The last one Chaya hadn’t met – another non-human, it seemed. Her skin was entirely bright orange, and her hair was… either it was on fire or it was fire. Fire flamed from her shoulders and thighs as well. Surprisingly, the clothes on her went entirely unburned – though she dressed in a sleeveless crop top, short shorts, and a light overwrap. Chaya imagined she would have burnt up from the heat in anything heavier.
They were just… casually talking. Of course. Seleste said they were all involved with each other in some way. Oh god, Chaya hoped she wouldn’t feel like a fifth wheel.
Eventually, the new girl made herself known. She weasled around to the table, garnering attention when she spoke. “Hi,” Chaya said. “It’s, um, nice to meet you all.”
“Chaya!” Seleste exclaimed happily. “Happy you can be here. Please, sit down.”
“O-of course.” Chaya’s eyes flung to the nearest available seat – the only one available was next to the girl who… was on fire. Suddenly, it felt much hotter in the room. “Um, if I sit there–”
The girl shook her head, a friendly smile on her face. “You won’t burn or anything! I promise. I only burn people I want to.”
        Chaya paused. That sounded absolutely ridiculous, but her mind was slowly growing numb to any sort of absurdity. Joining a space-time protection agency probably did it for her. “Okay,” she said, taking a seat next to her.
        “Oh my gosh, I get to have the new girl next to me! Yay!” she squealed happily, clapping her hands together. “I’m Libby. You’re human, right?”
        “M-mhmm.” As expected, sitting next to Libby made Chaya feel much hotter, but… it was a comforting heat. Like sitting next to a fireplace. She couldn’t entirely complain about the presence. “I guess… me and Seleste are the only humans, I guess?”
        “Indeed,” Seleste nodded. “You may have noticed we can all speak the same language. See, the air in the headquarters is laced with an internal universal translator.”
        Right. Because that made sense.
        “Anyways, you’ve met me already. But, let’s go around and do introductions. And a fun fact.”
        “I’m going first!” Libby’s hand shot in the air. “My name is Libby. I’ve been here for… um, two years. I lived in a volcano before I moved here. Um, my fun fact is, I know how to juggle and do magic tricks. Like, fake magic tricks, which I guess sounds super lame since we have real magic here.”
        “I’m Kayin. You met me. Me and Aubrea were–”
        “She knows what we were doing earlier, idiot,” Aubrea hissed.
        “Oh. Yeah. Well, I’m a merfolk, as you can probably guess. I can make stuff out of water. Like tentacles. My fun fact is I have this dope scar from my second mission.” He moved his left bang of purple hair out of the way, and sure enough, a scar that covered a quarter of his forehead was revealed. 
Chaya froze in fear. “Oh my god,” she exhaled. “H-how did that happen!? What kind of missions–”
“Kayin!” Seleste’s foot moved to kick Kayin’s leg harshly, making the trans merfolk cry out in pain. “You’re going to scare her off!”
“It’s a fun fact!” Kayin protested. “It’s a fact, and it’s fun!”
        Before Chaya could ask anymore terrified questions, Libby leaned into her and whispered in her ear. “Kayin sneaked on that mission,” she explained. “He wasn’t supposed to go. You won’t be going on any of those missions for a while, babe!”
        Chaya exhaled as Libby ruffled her hair reassuringly. (Distantly, Kayin murmured something like, “I didn’t sneak on, I joined unauthorized.”) She hated the feeling of continuously going in and out of whiplash in the span of 12 hours. At least Libby’s hands were nice and warm… so soothing… The second Libby took her hands off, giving Chaya a mischievous smirk, Chaya composed herself. “Right…”
        “I’m Aubrea,” the catgirl interjected. Now that Chaya could get a better look at her, she noted the bizarre attire Aubrea donned. It was a skater dress with skulls, flowers, and knives. There were a myriad of clips in her hair with cutesy goth aesthetics – more skulls, for sure, but also bats and moons. Aubrea had a good bit of chubbiness on her – and her thighs looked like they could kill Chaya easily. “I can summon knives.”
        Chaya whistled, either in fear or admiration. She really could easily kill Chaya. “Cool.” She paused, realizing all eyes were plastered on her. “Oh, right, um. My name is Chaya. I, uh… I’m new here, and I don’t really know what’s going on.”
        “We’ve all been there,” Kayin mused, leaning back in his chair with his hands on the back of his head. “Give it a week. You’ll adjust.”
        “I, um… I don’t really have a fun fact. I was an admin assistant before this. Oh, I guess I told my boss to fuck off before I left to go here. That was fun.”
        “HELL yeah!” Libby exclaimed. “You get ‘em, girl!” With Libby’s excitement, Chaya barely noticed the inquisitive way Seleste looked at her. With her lips pursed and eyes narrowed, Chaya felt she might have been in trouble. The boss lady didn’t say anything… at least not for now. But Chaya couldn’t shake the feeling that Seleste was silently scolding Chaya.
        So Libby spoke first. “Um, is everything okay, Seleste?”
        “...Yes,” Seleste nodded after an agonizing pause. “It’s nothing.” She was lying. Chaya may have been an anxious wreck, but she could at least tell that much. “Now that ice breakers are done, we should formally initiate you.” Before Chaya could ask anymore questions, Seleste continued as she pulled something out. “Don’t worry, this won’t hurt or feel weird.”
        Seleste put something on the table. An ID card. At least, that’s what it looked like it would have been, if it had anything on it. Chaya looked at it inquisitively. “This,” Seleste explained, pulling out another ID – her own, “is your ID. Once you put your hand on it, you’ll be able to get all the basic powers of a Terminal Z member. You have to make sure it never gets destroyed. Understood?”
        “As best I can,” Chaya murmured. Realistically, if someone told her one more now-truth that sounded completely absurd, her head was going to explode.
“You may feel a bit disoriented after, as a warning. You’ll want to get some rest. I’ll give you a full overview of your powers during training. But for now… are you ready?”
        Chaya looked down at the ID card blankly. Her brain felt like mush, and she hadn’t even been hypnotized. Yet. At least, she didn’t think. So many questions raged around in her head, and she couldn’t bring herself to ask a single one. Realistically? She wanted to run to the door and race out, and find a way back home. Her breathing felt heavy again, and her heart beat against her bones.
        Seleste raised an eyebrow inquisitively. “Are you alright?”
        No. She wasn’t. Her mind wasn’t working. Nothing made sense. But, Chaya closed her eyes, her body moving for her. Her hand slammed on the ID card.
        And the world began to shift drastically.
        Chaya could see a plethora of colors flashing before her eyes, moving at light speed. She felt her life flashing before her, somehow her skin felt hot and cold at the same time, and most notably, she felt sick. It was like something had attached to her brain, her veins, and her bones, and started to rewire it.
She could see everything. The multiverse, and everything in between it.
        Chaya’s vision slowed for a bit. Dizziness took over her, and her body felt heavy. The last thing she saw before she fainted in her chair was the ID card now fully filled out with her name and picture. And then her head and shoulder slumped over the table, passed out.
~~
        Chaya came to consciousness a bit later in her room. Her new room. She laid down on her bed, her limbs sprawled apart. Chaya blinked, realizing first that her vision was normal again. Then she realized she still had a massive headache. And that she was still confused. In a way, everything had changed, and nothing had changed at the same time.
        She readjusted her body, leaning against the wall, and staring blankly ahead. If anything, things made less sense than before. Chaya wished… she wished her mind would just stop. She didn’t know the first thing about hypnosis, but distantly, a part of her felt that if she were tranced mindless… she’d be a tad happier right now.
        No. That was crazy. 
First of all, Chaya still didn’t entirely believe hypnosis was real. Second of all, she knew nothing about it. For all she knew it’d make her feel worse than she already did.
And finally, who would want to hypnotize her?
Fortunately, Chaya didn’t have to sit with her thoughts alone for too much longer. There was a knock at the door, a playful knock, playing some kind of common rhythm. “C-come in,” Chaya called out. She still couldn’t find the strength to stand up.
        The door cracked open, and Libby slid in. Already, the room felt just a little warmer. Her hair -- the fire on her head, rather -- was somehow done into a ponytail. Chaya didn't have it in her to ask questions about how. "Just wanted to check in on you," Libby whispered, inching closer to Chaya after closing the door. "How are you feeling?"
"Good," Chaya lied. "I mean, I dunno. I thought things would make more sense by now, but they still don't."
Libby smiled warmly -- literally, and metaphorically. "I've been there, girl. My first week here I practically hid in my room. Also, I, uh, got nervous and burnt Aubrea," she giggled. "Can I sit down with you?"
Chaya nodded, scooting over to one side of the bed to make room for Libby. Libby took the spot, once again sitting next to the new girl. Chaya couldn't lie - the warmth Libby emitted was comforting. It made her exhale slowly. Even just sitting next to her was like being wrapped in a tight hug. "Sorry I, well, passed out."
"Been there too," Libby smiled. "Do you, like, want to talk about it with me? I've only been here for a calendar year, but I can try."
Chaya took a long, contemplative inhale. Where to even start? Her brain was blowing fuses trying to put the situation together. Her awful social anxiety didn't help at all, either. Nor did the miniscule amount of self-confidence she held. "It's just... I don't know if I can do this, Libby. I-I just don't know if... if I'm built for... for something like this."
"Aw, hon," Libby clicked her tongue, and put a hand on Chaya's. She would have flinched from the sudden contact, normally, but... she didn't mind this, for now. "I'm so sorry you feel this way."
"I-it's not your fault, I mean, I was just a dumb admin assistant before this. Everything happened in the span of a few days. What if I made a mistake? What if I fuck up and have to leave and... where do I even go?"
        For a while, Libby just sat there, listening. Chaya kept going, tearing up with every other incoherent question she'd ask. Soon enough, her questions became nothing but sobs, and then Libby acted.
Her arms spread, and embraced Chaya. Chaya choked, her crying suddenly stopping. Her body... it was warm. Warm, comforting humidity engulfed Chaya, slowing down her bullet train of thoughts. Libby clutched Chaya in closer, pulling the shy, anxious bean into her chest. It took 30 seconds, but Chaya's breathing evened once again. And then she returned the hug.
"How... are you doing this?" Chaya whimpered.
"Um, well, I'm a fire elemental. So making people feel warm and cozy is kinda in my skillset." Libby rubbed Chaya's curly hair affectionately. Chaya swore she noted a... possessive element to Libby's hands. No, possessive wasn't the right word. She was more... exploring, curiously feeling around Chaya's body. Getting to know her new companion. "Of course, it's not a skill that really helps me much in combat. But it does have other uses!"
Chaya smiled softly. "Like comforting new recruits openly weeping in front of you."
"Yeah! Or, well, it can..." Libby drifted off, her eyes looking away. Chaya pulled back and noted the even deeper blush on Libby's face, and the peculiar look in her eye. Along with her dopey, sly grin.
Oh. Chaya knew what that meant. "You mean for... well... hypnosis?"
"Mhmm! It makes people all melty and trancey. I'm mostly a sub, but it's like, really fun to toy with people like that."
Chaya bit her lip. "Can I ask something?"
"Uh, yeah, go ahead." Chaya internally facepalmed as she realized she had been asking a million questions already.
"What... is so appealing about hypnosis? That everyone here is into it?"
Libby chuckled, her grin widening deviously. "It's, like, fun. On both sides. When you're getting hypnotized, you get to be all dumb and horny and... mindless. You don't have to think for yourself, someone else does all that hard stuff for you! Meanwhile, on the other side, there's like... this control. You get to be someone's brains. And you can use that for good -- like, making people calm and happier -- or... y'know." Libby's eyebrows waggled suggestively. She didn't have to explain that part for Chaya to get it.
At least it started to make some sense. Chaya had to admit, the idea of not thinking had been pretty attractive to her, even since she brought Valarie back home. "I see," she noted. "I never knew it was a thing until... three days ago."
"Well, if it helps, no one here is gonna force you to do anything," Libby reassured. "And, if it helps, I can ask people not to do it in front of you! I don't think they'll mind. They did the same for me, when I first joined."
Chaya gaped. "So you weren't..."
"Nope! Then I met Aubrea, who happens to be another trans girl just like me. Then I realized I kinda wanted to be hypnotized too," Libby chuckled. "So like, no pressure, but if you ever want to see what it's like, even just for meditation, I can sure help you with that!"
Chaya had no choice but to look away. "Oh. Okay. I may take you up on that..."
"Sure! Just let me know wh--"
"Yes! Um, I mean, if you could, I'd like to--"
Libby interrupted her back. "You'd like me to trance you now, huh?"
Chaya flushed a deep red and nodded. "Y-yes. I just... I just want to know how it feels." She couldn't wait any longer. She felt like if Libby were to leave, she'd just run to Libby's room in the next 15 minutes and beg for her to hypnotize her. Chaya had to know. It was like a visceral need, a dying wish, almost. If nothing else made sense, maybe the feeling of being hypnotized would.
"Well, sure," Libby agreed. "I'm on break for the rest of the day. I can show you!"
"Y-you can?"
"Yeah! In fact, we can actually, like, get started now. I have a surefire way to get you tranced up."
Libby held up her hands, now emitting some kind of light from them. Her hands weren't quite on fire, yet yellow mist appeared from them. Chaya leaned in to examine her hands closer, and got hit with the burst of heat.
Libby smiled at her. She shifted around, moving her body behind Chaya's. Her hands were placed inches away from Chaya's temples.
Oh god. That felt good.
It was like a heated massage for Chaya's head. The painful migraine slowly started disappearing. Did her hands have some kind of healing element, too? That must have been it... there was no other explanation. Slowly, Chaya's brain slowed to a crawl. It wasn't in any way a bad feeling. In fact, Chaya leaned back into it, murmuring softly.
"How does that feel?" Libby asked.
"Gooooood," Chaya droned. She wasn't quite sure if she was actively being hypnotized in that moment, but it definitely felt that way.
"Would you like me to hypnotize you like this?"
"Mmhmm." She didn't have to think twice about that.
Libby pushed her hands in closer. She pushed Chaya's hair out of the way, now having full access to her temples. Almost having access to Chaya's brain... she wanted to try and think about what was happening, but she couldn't. Chaya was just too relaxed.
"Isn't this easy?" Libby asked gently. "Just relaxing into my hands. Letting all that built up tension and anxiety drain from your body. You don't have to focus on anything, Chaya. You don't even have to think about all that's happened recently. All you have to do is focus on my hands. Feel the heat... and feel your brain melting."
Chaya nodded. Her head sank, eventually placing itself in Libby's leg-crossed lap. "That's it. You're doing so well, Chaya. I knew you could do this - I knew you could be hypnotized. After all, it's tempting, isn't it? The idea of not thinking... the idea of letting someone else think for you. Letting me do all the hard work. All you have to do is relax. Let me melt your brain, Chaya."
Let Libby melt her brain. Let Libby melt her brain. That was all Chaya needed to do. Realistically, Chaya knew that brains couldn't melt like that. But, it sure felt like her brain was melting into a puddle. Melting out of her ears, into her hypnotist's lap. Melting...
"As you feel your brain melt, you can feel your body melting, too. Your muscles, your bones, your skin... all melting away. Just turning into mush. My mushy subject," Libby teased. "Do you feel it, Chaya?"
"Yes." Her voice was barely above a whisper. And distantly, she felt something building up in her. Something arising from the lava she melted into.
Something like arousal.
Chaya's legs shifted, moving together in a futile attempt to quell it. She could feel Libby smile above her as her hands moved closer. "You're feeling something, aren't you?"
Chaya nodded, a whimper escaping her lips.
"Let yourself feel whatever you want. And whatever idea you have about stuff being off-limits or not allowed... let go of it. Just. Let. Go."
Let go. Let go. Let go.
It built up in her. She... Chaya needed to let go. Her breathing grew heavy, in a new way. After all her anxiety, all her tension, that was what she needed. To let go. Just... let it happen.
"You're... feeling turned on, aren't you?"
Chaya whimpered as if to protest. But she couldn't lie or pretend she wasn't. Chaya's body absolutely racked with arousal. The way she breathed, the way her body kept shifting, the way her anxious cunt twitched...
Yes. She was turned on. By hypnosis.
"Well... That's perfectly fine with me. In fact, I can't say I didn't expect this just a little." Libby put her hands on Chaya's head, dragging her suddenly to the brink of orgasm. "So, if you really want to cum, you have to admit you're a hypnoslut. Aren't you, plaything?"
Chaya nodded. "I'm... a hypno...slut." The words felt true. They were true. What else would Chaya be, all pent up and horny and about to climax like this? She was a slut. A slut for hypnosis. Libby just gave her the mpush she needed.
And on a much more controlling, sinister voice, Libby dropped Chaya down the cliff with some parting words.
"Then let go, cutie."
That was all Chaya needed. Was Libby's permission. Her body exploded with pleasure. Her breathing intensified. Her body felt like it was on fire, whatever was left of it. Whoever Chaya had been was gone. What was left was not only a completely different being - Chaya had turned from an inexperienced, shy girl into a dumb trance slut. The words "I'm a hypnoslut" repeated in Chaya's mind as she rode out her orgasm. She didn't even register her humiliation, her embarrassment, that she let herself go like this.
And slowly, her climax ended. Leaving Chaya as the puddle Libby made her into. Libby rubbed Chaya's temples affectionately. The fire elemental was proud. Proud of just having made Chaya cum completely hands off. All it took was a little heat and some encouragement.
"Let's bring you back up now," Libby started, "I want to see your face when you realize what happened."
Libby dragged her hands up Chaya's head. As Libby reached the tip of Chaya's scalp, Chaya began to reform into a person. A person with new knowledge of herself. A person who was about to become really, really fucking embarrassed.
"One... two... three..."
Libby took her hands off Chaya, and the new member's eyes widened with shock.
"Awake!" Libby sang.
Chaya wasted no time. Her body spoke for her, even as her muscles were stiff and tired. Her body readjusted, turning to face Libby -- who was still staring smugly at her.
"Oh my god. I'm so sorry. We didn't talk about that at all, I just -- did that without asking, I -- I'm so, so sorry-"
Libby placed a finger to Chaya's lips, silencing her. "Shhh. I let you cum, remember, silly?"
"I... I violated your trust... I took advantage of-"
"You did *nothing* of the sort," Libby said with a hint of firmness to her voice. "I enjoyed what we did. And you very clearly did too. I gave you permission. You did not hurt me or go against my wishes in the slightest."
Chaya looked down. Still, she felt completely ashamed of herself. Not only that... "I... I guess I did enjoy being hypnotized, a bit."
Libby's lips curled into a smirk. She pulled Chaya in, her hands still warm, and whispered in Chaya's ear.
"Oh, you didn't just 'enjoy' being hypnotized," Libby started. Even Chaya knew what she was going to say next.
"You're a total hypnoslut."