Collateral Conquest
by TempleSiren_NULL
Katie smiled at the charming man across the dinner table. Jack’s chiseled jaw flexed as he sipped the syrah he had chosen to pair with their dinner. His suit was stylish without being overly formal, custom tailored to accentuate his physique without exaggerating it. Most importantly, his beautiful brown eyes never drifted away from her face. He hung on every word she said, the same way she did when listening to his sexy baritone. Katie felt her heart flutter with certainty. This was the one. She took a sip of her own wine in a failed attempt to hide the giddy grin that was about to overtake her face.
Jack got the hint and held out his hand. Katie nervously placed her hand in his, letting his fingers trace over her perfectly manicured nails. If he wasn’t about to ask, she was about to blurt it out herself. Not that there was any real risk of him not asking.
“Katie, I really like you a lot,” Jack smiled as he spoke, no hesitation, no fear of rejection. His voice was smooth, almost as if he’d spent hours in front of the mirror practicing for this exact moment. “What would you think about making things official? Would you wanna be my girlfriend?”
“Yes,” Katie responded without needing to think. She was almost shocked at how flat and boring her response was. Jack clearly was too. The new couple sat frozen in silence for three agonizing seconds before Jack laughed and leaned over the table. Relief and joy flooded Katie’s heart as she kissed her crush.
Jack asked the hard question; now Katie got to ask the easy one, “Want to go back to your place and… consummate the relationship?” Katie gave him the sultriest expression she could manage as she asked. Jack’s smile got wider as he teased her.
“Isn’t consummating just for marriage?” he said while raising his hand to get the waiter’s attention. Despite his teasing, he was trying to get out of here as fast as possible.
“I mean… if you’d rather wait…” Katie teased back as she felt a vibration on her wrist. She turned her watch towards her and tapped it to read the text.
>Greg: SKO
Slave Katie Obeys.
Katie blinked a couple of times, “Hey, let me use the restroom real quick before we go.” Jack nodded, and Katie picked up her purse. She walked as quickly as she could without drawing attention; before making her way into the ladies’ room and frantically ripping her phone from her purse.
>Katie: I’m not home right now, it might be a bad time. I don’t know what Diana’s plans are tonight.
Katie hoped this would work. Things were going so well with Jack. If she ditched him now, he might… She didn’t want to think about it. She gripped her phone tightly as she waited for Greg’s response. She could almost feel the polish coming off as she unintentionally carved crescents into her phone case with her fingernails. She waited agonizing minutes praying he would let her keep this night.
>Greg: I’m at your apartment and she’s not here. Her car isn’t in the lot either. She must have gone back to her parents for the weekend. Make whatever excuse you need to and come home. I’ll be waiting.
Katie’s heart sank. She stared at her phone, frozen. She tried to imagine saying no, but she couldn’t even conjure the image. After a long time, her fingers began tapping the screen, responding the only way they could.
>Katie: Yes Master.
She stepped out of the ladies’ room, and slowly made her way to Jack. His smile collapsed when he saw her.
“Katie, you were in there a while and you look really pale. Is everything okay?” God, he clearly cared so much about her.
“Jack, I’m really sorry…” Her voice trailed, she had to make this convincing, “I think some part of dinner didn’t quite agree with me. Can we uh… consummate some other time?” Jack softly smiled and gave her an extra-soft hug, not wanting to further upset her stomach. Katie melted into his embrace, wishing he would never let go.
“Yeah… of course,” his voice faltered as he tried to hide his disappointment. “I’ve only had half a glass of wine, let me drive you home.” Katie clutched her purse.
“Thanks Jack, I’m really glad I have a guy like you as my boyfriend,” Katie said as she timidly kissed his cheek. Jack smiled again, and walked her out to his car.
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Diana peeked over the side of the loft down to the living room of her shared apartment. Katie’s high school BFF Greg apparently let himself in at some point, and now he was sprawled out on their couch blasting lo-fi music. When did Katie give him a key? Whatever, Greg was harmless, and Diana had work to do. For now, she could just ignore his music and go back to O-Chem homework. Her phone buzzed and she welcomed the distraction.
>Brandi: Diana, you coming out with us tonight? Need someone to pick you up so you don’t have to drive home?
Diana sighed, not the text she wanted to see. Didn’t her friends talk to each other? She already explained this to three people tonight. She copied and pasted the response she already sent to Miley.
>Diana: Sorry, can’t tonight. Got my car totaled today so I have to spend tomorrow at the dealership looking for one I can actually afford. That means I have to get my weekly Sunday studying done tonight.
Diana set her phone face down and heard it buzz. She didn’t bother to look at Brandi’s response as she went back to drilling reaction mechanisms. As she studied, she began to enjoy Greg’s music. It was soft, instrumental, and slightly repetitive. The warble in the background made her feel like she could actually focus a little better. When she was done, she’d have to ask Greg for the playlist.
The squeak of the front door told her Katie was home. At least that’s what she assumed. Without Katie’s typical “Hey, I’m home!” announcement, Diana wondered if it was some other friend that Katie gave a key to. She rolled her chair back to the side of the loft to look down and check.
Katie kicked off her heels in the entryway. Her curls bounced and her long red dress trailed behind her as she slowly walked in. She really went all out today almost as if–
Oh shit, didn’t Katie say she had a date tonight? Diana scrolled through her texts to confirm. She found the conversation from nine days ago.
>Miley: FYI: Next Saturday is 90’s night at Lorenzo’s. I expect to see everyone there.
>Katie: FYI to you: I’m not gonna make it. Jack’s taking me to San Pietro for dinner that night.
>Brandi: Wait, Jack as in the guy you tutor Diff Eq?
>Katie: Yup :) he asked me out today
>Jen: What??? Why did you wait so long to tell us?
>Jen: What??? Why did you wait so long to tell us?
>Miley: ^This^
>Katie: I’m literally telling you now.
>Lenna: omg
>Diana: Gratz Katie.
Yup, that was tonight. So why was Greg here? Did the date crash and burn so bad, she needed her high school bestie for comfort? Diana couldn’t help but watch from the loft. How could she expect to study while a soap opera was playing out in her living room?
Katie’s face was a little pale, but it wasn’t like her makeup was smudged with tears or anything. Greg smiled and tapped something into his phone. The music suddenly got quieter, and it became impossible for Diana not to listen.
“Tell me where you were, Katie. Why are you all dressed up?” Greg’s voice was harsh. Not the playful idiot Diana was used to hearing make puns. What the fuck was going on?
Katie’s voice strained. She was both trying not to respond, and joyous she couldn’t help but answer, “I was at San Pietro, one of the students I tutor asked me out. He’s really nice, and…” Katie hesitated, clearly afraid, but unable to stop herself from saying the next part. “We’re officially dating now.”
Wait, they were dating now? After one date? Well that puts the “crash and burn” theory to rest, but if everything went great, then… Why was Katie here?
Greg held up his phone and the camera light began to flash. Diana watched Katie’s expression flatten in response. Tensed fists suddenly relaxed, and Katie began taking slow deep breaths as her eyes lost focus.
“So if everything is going so well, tell me why you came back here.” Greg’s words cut hard, each one dripping with malice. Diana sat on the top of the stairs, watching from above, waiting to hear the answer to the question she had been wondering herself. Katie didn’t hesitate to answer.
“Because you told me to, and Slave Katie Obeys.” As she said those last words, she lowered herself to her knees. She was kneeling in reverence before her master.
“Good girl.”
Holy. Shit.
Katie was apparently in a secret BDSM relationship with Greg. It was even to the point where she would ditch Jack, a guy Katie could not shut up about for the last week, after an apparently successful first date? Katie really ditched Jack, Jack of all people, to have secret kinky sex with Greg?
Diana looked at the gangly boy. Not necessarily ugly, but compared to the pictures Katie had shown her of Jack? There was no contest.
Greg tapped his phone again and the music from the speakers changed. The warble was more pronounced now, and Katie's eyelids drooped slightly. The light on his phone was still flashing, pulling Diana’s eyes to it each time.
“I’m glad you found yourself a nice guy, Katie.” Diana couldn’t tell if he was being genuine or sarcastic. Katie didn’t seem to respond either way. “Does that mean you’re going to stop fucking me?”
Katie blinked once slowly before flatly saying, “Of course not, sex with you is better. Sex under hypnosis is best. I always want to have sex with my master.”
Hypnosis? Is that what was up with the flashing light and the music? Greg and Katie were roleplaying that she was hypnotized? Diana watched on with fascination as Greg and Katie’s secret game continued.
“Hypnosis cannot be resisted,” Greg said matter-of-factly as he raised his phone over his head, the light flashing faster now. Katie’s head craned upward to follow the light. Diana was watching Katie, but couldn’t help glancing at Greg’s phone each time it flashed.
“Hypnosis cannot be resisted,” Katie repeated without emotion, her hand drifting lower. It eventually found its way under her long skirt and began reaching upward between her legs.
“Hypnosis cannot be resisted,” she said again as her hand started moving. Diana covered her mouth as she realized she was watching Katie masturbate.
Diana listened with fascination as her roommate moaned in pleasure. She had assumed they would’ve gone into her room to do this. Diana began to wonder how many times Katie had sex in the living room. Blank, vacant, controlled by that flashing light. That bright flashing light that kept drawing Diana’s gaze to it no matter where she was looking.
Diana found herself wondering if their game extended to Katie cleaning and hiding all the evidence afterward. The apartment was always pristine. She imagined Katie in a French Maid outfit, bent over unashamed, dusting everything in sight. Was all the work Katie spent on keeping the apartment clean part of the fetish too? Diana was questioning everything she knew about her roommate now. She felt her panties dampen as she imagined Katie living this secret life. God, was this turning her on too?
Publicly, Katie was a beautiful, bubbly, biochem major who loved going out drinking with her friends on the weekends. Privately, she rubbed herself into oblivion while speaking mantras of obedience to her master. Was Greg really even her friend, or was that just a show they put on as part of their game?
Publicly, Katie was a beautiful, bubbly, biochem major who loved going out drinking with her friends on the weekends. Privately, she rubbed herself into oblivion while speaking mantras of obedience to her master. Was Greg really even her friend, or was that just a show they put on as part of their game?
“There is nothing better than being a slave.” Katie intoned. Diana blinked away the fantasy and went back to watching the scene before her. She refocused herself, pried her eyes away from the flashing light back to Katie, though the flash was still catching her eye.
“Hypnosis merely requires belief. If you believe you are hypnotized, then you are hypnotized,” Greg stated as if it was an obvious truth. Diana could see the bulge in his pants as Katie responded.
“I believe I am hypnotized, so I am hypnotized,” Katie responded through her moans. It was starting to make sense to Diana why Katie was doing this. She could figure out the Jack thing with Katie later, but this was undeniably hot. As Diana’s own fingers made their way under her jeans, she decided there was no harm if she indulged as well, just a little bit. It was all pretend after all.
She whispered to herself, “I believe I am hypnotized, so I am hypnotized,” and was surprised at the wetness that began flowing out of her. Diana had always been more submissive in bed, but she had never done anything anywhere near this close to actual BDSM. She couldn’t help but wonder if this was unlocking a new fetish she didn’t know she had.
“There is nothing sexier than being hypnotized,” Greg spoke, but Diana didn’t see his lips move. Her eyes were glued to his phone now. She and Katie replied in unison, even if Greg and Katie couldn’t hear her whisper.
“There is nothing sexier than being hypnotized.” Diana felt the faintest hint of an orgasm beginning to build. How was this happening so quickly? It usually took Diana at least twenty minutes on her favorite websites to coax out an orgasm. She had only been watching Greg and Katie for…
Her eyes drifted to the clock in the living room, it was 10:04. Had she really been watching for an hour? It felt like minutes. How long had she been daydreaming? And… why was she on the stairs now? It was almost as if some power had drawn her closer to Greg. Before she could question things further, a flash of light drew her attention back to Greg’s phone. She didn’t need to worry about any of that right now. She continued to masturbate while admitting truths she was only pretending to believe.
“You are a slave,” the master spoke.
“I am a slave,” the girls responded in unison.
“You love being a slave,” It was so hot to imagine herself kneeling next to Katie before him. Diana would let her voice ring out a little louder this time. She began imagining what would happen if they discovered her.
“I love being a slave,” the girls responded again.
“Strip for me.” Diana blinked a couple of times as she watched Katie pull the dress over her head. The hypnotized girl mechanically reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Katie stood up just long enough to slide down her soaking wet panties, before kneeling again before her master.
God, it would be so hot to be in the scene with them, pretending he hypnotized us both.
Diana couldn’t get the thought out of her mind. If she was really hypnotized, she wouldn’t be able to resist stripping. It would be so hot to pretend she couldn’t resist. Hypnosis is so hot… There is nothing sexier than being hypnotized.
Her hand slowly pulled from her jeans. Her fingers, pruned from her own arousal, closed around the base of her T-shirt, before timidly lifting it over her head. The sound of the cloth hitting the stairs felt like it echoed through the house. She was really obeying an order. It felt amazing.
After that first step, it was easy. She pulled off her sports bra in one swoop. Her breasts bounced free but she paid them no mind. A hypnotized girl wouldn’t care after all. Her jeans were already unzipped. She held back a moan as she lowered her jeans and panties together, and bared her body just as ordered.
This is so hot, but I need to get back on the loft. If they catch me watching– Greg’s voice interrupted the thought.
“Hypnotized girls cannot resist.”
“Hypnotized girls cannot resist,” Diana repeated, making no effort to hide her voice. Greg turned his head as if he heard something, but then decided his attention was better focused on the naked slave in front of him. Diana couldn’t help wishing he did decide to look for her. He would walk up the stairs, find her naked at the top. She’d be masturbating, staring directly into the light. Greg would tell her to pleasure him, just like Katie.
Hypnotized girls cannot resist. The words repeated again and again in Diana’s mind. Was she really hypnotized? She couldn’t stop thinking about getting caught. If she got caught, then she knew it wouldn’t be roleplay. It would prove it was real, and of course it was real. Katie ditched Jack for this. She ditched Jack because she had no other choice. Hypnotized girls cannot resist.
“Bend over, and offer your body to me.”
Katie did as she was told, an ecstatic grin on her face. Greg mounted her and began thrusting into his soaking wet slave. Katie was moaning louder and louder, thanking Greg for enslaving her. Thanking Greg for giving her this amazing hypnosex which would always be better than sex with her boyfriend. Diana watched the scene get larger and larger in her vision, as her body walked down the stairs into the living room.
Hypnotized girls cannot resist.
Hypnotized girls cannot resist.
The words repeated in her mind over and over as she lived their truth. His orders could not be resisted. He told her to offer her body, and hypnotized girls cannot resist.
Hypnotized girls cannot resist.
The words repeated in her mind over and over as she lived their truth. His orders could not be resisted. He told her to offer her body, and hypnotized girls cannot resist.
Greg stopped thrusting when Diana walked into the living room, though Katie didn’t seem to notice. Diana silently walked up to the two of them, and slowly dropped to her hands and knees next to her roommate. Her thighs glistened with her leaking arousal.
“I offer my body to you, Master.”
Greg froze, staring at Diana with the same expression he would have if she had just walked in through the wall. He blinked again and again trying to clear this trick of his eyes. Katie continued rocking back and forth on his cock, oblivious to everything but the mantras she couldn’t stop repeating. Greg held her tightly in place, and then slid himself out of her.
“Slave Katie, kneel and be still,” he said offhandedly, not even bothering to look at her as he gave the order. His eyes were locked on Diana. He had to figure out what was going on.
“Diana, what are you doing?” It felt so good to have her master finally address her directly.
“I am kneeling as ordered. I offer my body to you, Master.” Diana swayed her ass back and forth as she offered herself. She wanted to make her master happy. That’s all that mattered now. Greg was still trying to put the pieces together. Diana couldn’t be home, her car wasn’t in the lot. Her car was always in the lot even if she was out drinking.
Whatever the reason, Diana was here, and apparently hypnotized like Katie.
“Did Katie hypnotize you Diana?” It was the only explanation he could think of. Maybe he had off-handedly said something to Katie that she misinterpreted. Then she went and hypnotized her roommate for him, day after day. His cock pulsed as he imagined it.
“No Master, you did. I saw the light from your phone. I heard the music soften my mind. I spoke the words you told me to. I let you hypnotize me while I touched myself. I couldn’t stop myself. Hypnotized girls cannot resist.” Diana reached back and started sliding her fingers across her pussy as she told her master how he accidentally enslaved her.
If this was real, it was incredible. Two beautiful hypnotized girls for him to play with. Greg didn’t know Diana very well though. He was still suspicious, and he didn’t want to risk her claiming he raped her or something. The thought of having two slaves kneeling before him, eager and willing was just too much to pass up. He was silent for a moment, then handed his phone to Katie.
“Slave Katie, record us.” Katie took the phone and turned off the flashing light, much to hers and Diana’s mutual disappointment. She began recording her master and his newest slave.
“Diana, you’re saying you want to have sex with me?” Greg asked calmly, the dominant tone in his voice completely gone. He wanted to make sure there was no ambiguity in the video. He wanted proof that Diana did this all on her own.
Diana knew she was being recorded. She knew that her master wanted proof she wanted him. She let her slave persona fade into the background and did her best to imitate her normal self.
“God, Greg. Yes. Yes I really do. Even if you don’t want to have sex with me, I’ll do whatever you want. Even sucking your cock would be enough. Please… I want you so bad…” She looked up with adoring, begging eyes. No man could resist them.
”Okay, you can start by sucking my cock.” Diana nearly jumped at the order. In a second she was crouched over him, wrapping her lips around his perfect cock. She folded her lips over her teeth to protect him from any discomfort and began slamming her head down over and over.
His cock responded to her enthusiasm, hardening in her mouth. It pressed the back of her throat, she sucked harder. It began bruising the back of her throat, but she just sucked harder. Her gag reflex was going crazy, but she suppressed it and sucked harder. She kept sucking harder and harder. It was so important to make him feel good. She didn’t even think about the taste of Katie on him. She didn’t think about anything anymore. He told her to suck his cock, and she would obey.
His cock began to pulse again and again. It was at this point that Diana would always finish a man off with her tits. She had tasted cum once and that was enough. Still, if her master didn’t tell her to stop sucking, she wasn’t sure she could. He pulsed again and she braced herself for his seed, preemptively forcing her throat to relax. She couldn’t allow herself to gag on her master’s seed.
“Stop.”
Diana froze. Greg’s cock twitched several more times in her mouth. She waited for his release, but instead he pulled out. Greg looked down at the girl. He fucked her throat as hard as he could and she was still eager for more.
“Goddamn. You really do love my cock, don’t you.” Diana knew what he wanted. She turned and smiled at the camera.
“Of course I do, your cock is wonderful.” She began rubbing herself for the video. She hoped he would jack off to it later. “Any girl would be lucky to suck you.”
Greg smiled. That was certainly enough. “Go ahead and stop recording, Katie.” Katie handed the phone back to Greg. A few seconds later, the light was flashing again. The music was pulsing louder. The two girls knelt before him, eyes glassy, breath shallow, minds focused and suggestible.
“You are my slaves,” he said, trembling slightly as he awaited the choral response.
“We are your slaves,” the roommates said together.
“You exist to please me.” He grabbed his cock, the sight of the girls was too irresistible. He began pumping his cock, arousal only heightened by their monotone response.
“We exist to please you.” The girls began rubbing their pussies in turn. Their minds were so suggestible, and seeing their master pleasure himself was like watching a command instead of hearing one. Diana had never felt this good before, though Katie had many times. It’s why she always came back.
“Slave Katie, go get the lube.” If Katie was disappointed to leave her master’s sight, she didn’t show it. Her face was so blank. So wonderfully hypnotized and blank. Diana wondered how many times it would take for her own face to look that sexy.
“Kiss me until she gets back.” For a split second, Diana hesitated. It was strange. Sucking a cock seemed like a sexy thing a hypnotized slave would do, but kissing... For some reason kissing felt… different. Too intimate. Too much like love–
The light flashed again, and the warble of the music realigned her mind. Her resistance collapsed.
The light flashed again, and the warble of the music realigned her mind. Her resistance collapsed.
Hypnotized girls cannot resist.
With as much passion as she imagined having on her wedding day, she embraced Greg. She pulled his beautiful face close to hers, and felt his lips. She felt his tongue in her mouth, darting in and out so much faster than her previous lovers. Greg couldn’t get enough of her, but Diana would do her best to help him. Every second of this kiss mattered. Every flick proved the mantra was true. She couldn’t resist. She didn’t even want to try.
Greg broke the kiss and Diana sat dazed. It felt like her first kiss all over again. Her first kiss that really mattered.
God, what if he made me think this was my first kiss. He could do that if he wanted to.
Diana couldn’t help but shiver.
Hypnosis is so amazing. There really is nothing sexier than being hypnotized.
She must have zoned out for a minute. Katie was applying lube to Greg’s cock. She slid each hand down his length one after the other. To Greg, it felt like endlessly thrusting into perfect slickness. To Katie, she was giving her master endless pleasure.
“Good girl, go ahead and stop. Get yours and Slave Diana’s tits.”
Slave Diana. The words echoed in her mind. This is what she was now. There was no big ceremony or initiation or anything. Greg was calling her a slave because that’s what she was. As the music pulsed again, Diana felt wetter than she ever had.
Suddenly, Katie’s hands were groping her tits. Her hands slid all over, covering them with lube; especially between her cleavage. It felt so strange to have another woman touching her. It finally began to register that this was Katie, her roommate, actually standing naked in front of her as they prepared for a threesome. Diana would never have imagined in a million years that she would be sharing a man with–
“Kiss each other,” Greg said, fingers sliding along the slick underside of his cock. Before Diana had even processed what he said, Katie’s lips were on her. Katie was so soft, Diana had never kissed a girl before. She wondered if Katie had. She wondered if Greg had other slave girls.
Katie’s tongue in her mouth reminded her she hadn’t obeyed yet. Katie was kissing her, but Diana wasn’t kissing back. She moaned and pressed her tongue into Katie’s mouth, pulling apart slightly so Greg could see their two tongues probing each other. She was pleased to hear him groan at the sight.
“All four of your tits.” He took a breath, winded from the very sight, “All four of your tits, on my cock. Now.”
Greg leaned back on the couch, his cock pointing straight in the air. Katie and Diana each got on one side of him and pressed their tits against his cock. In unison they moved up and down on him as he thrust again and again. It was like a fleshlight made from their breasts. They were each less than a toy, only together were they as good as a fleshlight. Diana never wanted this to end.
Greg’s whole body began to tense as he put more and more power into each thrust. He grabbed them both by the hair and forced them up and down together against him. His cock swelled between their tits, harder than Diana thought a man could get; harder than Katie had ever seen him or any other man. He clenched his fists in their hair. The two slaves ignored the pain and held their tits together. His pleasure was more important than anything. As Diana looked into the eyes of her sister-slave, Greg erupted.
Jet after jet of their master’s beautiful seed painted their faces. It miraculously missed their eyes, but it covered their neck, cheeks, and lips. Diana felt some drip into her mouth. She had no idea cum could taste this good.
Greg began running his hands through their hair. His gentle touch felt amazing. The music began to fade. Katie and Diana slowly drifted out of trance in the soft in-between. They were no longer blank, but perfectly pliant in their master’s hands as he caressed them. As her thoughts returned, Diana wondered how she was going to pass her midterm. Katie wondered if Jack was thinking about her. He probably was, but Greg probably wouldn’t let her text him until tomorrow. She hoped he wasn’t too worried about her.
“You girls go take a shower together. Feel free to play a little, but no cumming,” he said while idly stroking his soft cock. “When you’re done, I’m going to really start brainwashing you.” Diana couldn’t stop herself from smiling at the thought as she watched Katie mechanically walk to the bathroom. Diana had no fear of going deeper, hypnotized girls can’t resist anyway. Greg smiled back at her.
“After all, now I don’t have to worry about a pesky roommate interrupting us.”
God this one caught me off guard. I thought Greg was doing it to Diana intentionally but they fact that he wasn’t made it so much better.