Samantha
Chapter 14 - Sacrifice
by TempleSiren_NULL
Tags:
#cw:noncon
#D/s
#dom:male
#f/m
#pov:bottom
#solo
#sub:female
#adultery
#betrayal
#cheating
#erotic_hypnosis
#pendulum
#self_hypnosis
If any chess nerds out there are curious about the chess game, here's the position. Not that it's terribly important to the story.
Samantha, no Sam as she preferred to call herself, woke up in her husband’s arms. She felt his warm breath gliding through her hair and his naked body pressed into her. She clearly thought of him as her husband, but didn’t dare look and risk seeing Julian.
Mark’s strong hand began to stir. It slowly crept over her belly; over the stretch marks that proved she was his. It crept up onto her naked breast and Sam suddenly realized how cold she felt sleeping naked. His warm hand was sweet relief and she couldn’t help but smile as she realized he was literally warming her heart.
His fingers slowly closed around her nipple and lightly pinched.
Sam let out a small squeak of both surprise and pleasure and turned to face her husband.
Mark, thank God, was staring back at her.
“Good morning, beautiful,” he said with that familiar adorable smile. “Was last night as amazing for you as it was for me?”
Sam remembered Julian fucking her other self into oblivion. She tried her best to picture Mark instead.
She couldn’t.
I was trapped in my own body, unable to escape as the thing I wanted most in the world was stolen away from me.
But her programming wouldn’t let her admit it. It only let her think about one thing:
Mantra Thirteen: My body responds best when I am hypnotized.
Mark had finally done it. He’d actually fucked her while she was hypnotized.
Sam couldn’t help but smile for her husband. The contradiction was buried. She’d do nothing to let him suspect the truth.
“It was perfect.”
Mark was glowing. It was no secret to Sam how much he loved making her happy. Now, he had accepted her fetish. Now he’d finally come to see it as something he could enjoy with her.
And he’d relentlessly use this to make her happy.
If only she could experience it as sex with her husband…
Mantra Twenty-Six: I love cheating on my husband.
Sam felt the familiar warmth radiating throughout her body. She felt her pussy just barely becoming slick with lust. She wanted so badly to have Mark call her Samantha and take her again.
But she knew it wasn’t Mark that she’d experience.
Sam closed her eyes, and the vision of Julian appeared in her mind.
God, he was handsome.
Mantra Twenty: Every part of me belongs to him. Forever.
Sam turned away from her husband.
“I… think we should get up and make breakfast for the kids…” Sam desperately wanted to get out of here. To leave her arousal and Julian in this bedroom. If being Mark’s lover was stolen from her, she could at least still pretend to be a mother…
Mark’s hand traced along her back in that perfect way that always gave her goosebumps.
Just like how Julian used to.
Sam didn’t pause to question if that was even true or not. She just needed to escape. She couldn’t bear to think of Mark as Julian again. She had to escape.
“Samantha… let me use your brainwashed pussy…”
Please… No…
Sam felt her face go blank. She rolled onto her back and opened her legs.
“Yes… Master…”
Julian climbed on top of his slave. Sam didn’t care that it wasn’t her husband. She didn’t even care that she was thinking of herself as Sam. All that mattered was obeying.
“It’s okay, Samantha. You can admit it. Say the words you whisper each time you touch yourself…”
Sam’s mind was too blank to wonder how Mark knew about it. She was too blank to wonder if Mark even really said that or if the hypnotic illusion was replacing his words too. In her blank mind, there was only obedience.
So she said the words.
“Mantra Nineteen: I don’t want to be married, I don’t want a partner, I want to be a slave.”
“Good slave,” Julian said as he entered her.
Nothing ever felt so perfect.
A ghost of consciousness flickered into Sam’s mind. Not enough to control herself, only Julian could do that, but enough to watch.
Enough to feel.
Enough to suffer.
Sam stared out through her own eyes as she took in every perfect detail of Julian’s body. She tried so badly to find proof it was Mark; to find some flaw in her hallucination.
She just wanted something that would prove it wasn’t real.
Instead, Julian’s cock reached deep inside her. Deeper than Mark’s ever could. It was thinner and longer and hit that perfect spot deep inside her that was always sore when Julian was done.
It didn’t matter how impossible it was, no part of her was making love to Mark.
She was fucking Julian. Any inconsistencies would be rationalized away by her brainwashed mind.
It slowly dawned on her that she would never feel her husband’s cock again.
It slowly dawned on her that she would never feel her husband’s cock again.
Sam wished she could cry, instead she could only smile.
“Thank you… Master…”
Her body automatically squeezed down as she said it.
Julian’s cock throbbed in response. He was harder now. So much harder. Sam knew what this meant. Whether Mark or Julian, that sudden shift in hardness meant something had just occurred to him.
Something he wanted her to do.
He started slowing his thrusts. He started to tremble. Whatever he was thinking about was already pushing him to the edge.
“Samantha?” he asked.
“Yes, Master?” she responded while squeezing his cock.
“Yes, Master?” she responded while squeezing his cock.
She was happy to feel him throb in response.
“You’re really hypnotized aren’t you?”
Yes! God Mark, Yes! Please help me!
Sam squeezed him again and answered in monotone.
“Yes, Master.”
His body tensed and he slowed further. He must be so close now. Sam was going to feel her master cum in her.
“What if I told you, you find girls attractive?” he whispered, as if afraid of the answer.
His body was shaking, he was so close.
What I want doesn’t matter anymore… At least… At least I can give him this… I can make this one sacrifice for him…
Sam willed herself to smile. She made her lips move in the way that would please Mark or Julian.
“Mantra Twenty-Five: The only thing I like more than pussy, is my master’s cock… Yes… I’ll do it… So long as you call me Samantha I’ll do… I’ll do anything you want… Even… lick pussy…”
Sam squeezed down on him with that last word.
“Mantra Twenty-Two: I love girls by my Master’s–”
Before she had finished the mantra, Julian’s arms were around her. His powerful muscles squeezing her harder than either Mark or Julian ever had. Before she could react, she felt his warmth flooding her pussy.
She even felt it start leaking out. That familiar, itchy feeling was spreading down her ass. She wasn’t sure any man had ever cum that hard in her before.
Eventually, his grip loosened and all the tension seemed to release from his body. Julian pulled his hard cock from her pussy and slumped himself into the bed beside her. In a single blink, her master was gone and her husband was lounging beside her, looking over her body.
“God, that was amazing.” Mark leaned over and kissed her on the forehead. “I’m so sorry it took me so long to come around to this.”
Sam imagined a world where he did this on their wedding night. A world where Julian would’ve had nothing to lure her with. She could’ve been Mark’s happily brainwashed slave. It would’ve been so easy to just twist Julian’s mantras to Mark.
She would’ve been so happy.
And so would Mark.
“I’m sorry too…”
* * *
Hand-in-hand, the married couple made their way down the stairs and over to the dining room. Liv and Lucas sat across from each other with a chess board between them. Off to the side were two plates, each with a circle of syrup and several crumbly bits of fluff.
Liv didn’t even look at them, her eyes were completely focused on the board.
“Hey guys. Pancakes are in the kitchen.”
Sam stared in disbelief. Liv was calm. She was collected. She even went out of her way to make breakfast when she and Mark had stayed in their bedroom until…
Sam looked at the clock hanging on the wall.
10:30? Had she really spent that much time with Julian?
Sam closed her eyes.
With Mark, she corrected herself.
“Wow! Thanks Liv!” Mark walked by and kissed his daughter on the cheek. She glowed in response.
Sam couldn’t remember the last time she’d seen her daughter so happy. Was this really the same girl that had walked in on them yesterday? The same girl that had cussed at her when Sam admitted to the affair?
Sam looked down at the board. Lucas was up by three pawns and his king was well protected. All of Liv’s pieces were scattered around the board and the king had only a single pawn to protect it.
I guess being calm and collected isn’t everything. Lucas has basically won the game at this point.
Lucas lifted his queen and slid it two spaces to the left.
Or… not? Kid just blundered a mate-in-three.
Well, that’s assuming either of them noticed. Lucas was good at seeing obvious threats but tended not to look terribly deep at the games. Liv’s pieces were perfectly positioned to tear apart Lucas’s defenses. She just had to find the perfect path…
Sam looked at her daughter. Liv’s eyes slid back and forth as she calmly scanned the board, considering all the possibilities.
That calm expression… Those swaying eyes… She almost looks like–
“Check,” Liv declared as she picked up her queen, and took the rook next to Lucas’s king.
A perfect sacrifice.
Lucas frowned and slid his king over to take Liv’s queen. His eyes widened as he realized his king was completely exposed now.
Liv’s calm expression never changed. She slid her rook to the back rank.
“Check.”
The outcome clear, Lucas lifted his queen and placed it between Liv’s rook and his own doomed king.
No smile. No glee. Liv was perfectly serene as she took the queen. Her two rooks were now working in perfect unison. There was no escape.
“Checkmate,” she said with the barest hint of satisfaction.
Lucas smacked his king over and walked away from the table, only to be met by his father’s firm grip on his shoulder.
“Hey, your sister made you a nice breakfast and then played a game with you. Don’t be mad that she saw a tactic you didn’t. Now go apologize to your sister and thank her for making your breakfast and playing a game with you.”
For a split second, Lucas glared at Mark and Sam. Then his face fell into resignation.
“Thanks for making breakfast, Liv. Thanks for playing chess with me. I’m sorry I got mad.”
Liv’s expression never shifted from its calm serenity.
“It’s okay, Lucas. I know it doesn’t feel great to get caught off guard like that. You played a great game. There just wasn’t anything you could do after that one–”
Lucas didn’t let her finish. “You don’t even practice! How did you–”
“Enough, Lucas,” Mark interrupted. “You can head to your room now. Your mother and I are going to enjoy our breakfast that your sister was kind enough to make, and then when you’ve cooled down a bit, you and I can have a talk.”
Lucas’s hand clenched into a fist and he stormed off to his room.
It was only then Sam noticed the black eye.
“How long has he had that?” she asked Mark.
“Had what? That attitude? I don’t know, guess he’s just becoming a teenager,” Mark said as he made his way into the kitchen. “Anyway, how’d things go with your friend yesterday?”
Sam scrunched her face. What was he talking about?
“Sam? Remember? You asked me to pick up Lucas because you were meeting some old friend? You said it was a guy.”
Oh God, that’s right.
That felt so long ago now, when Julian had texted Samantha to go to the mall. Megumi’s words echoed in her mind.
You are to do nothing that would lead Mark to suspect an affair.
Sam’s mind raced to think of something. Some explanation of why she told Mark she was meeting a guy.
“Yeah, Mom. You missed Greg and Jeff’s wedding. How’re they doing?”
Sam looked over at Liv, calmly packing up the chess board as if nothing particularly interesting was going on.
“Greg and Jeff?” Mark called out from the kitchen.
Sam couldn’t help but stutter in response.
“Y-yeah… Greg was my gay bestie in high school… They did a whole destination wedding thing in Hawaii. I… wanted to save money.” Sam never took her eyes off Liv.
Liv was beaming. “God, did you see the pictures on Instagram? So beautiful.”
Sam couldn’t help herself. She had to understand before Mark got back. She leaned in close to Liv.
“What are you doing?” she whispered.
Liv smirked. “Covering for you.”
“Covering for me?” Sam whispered in astonishment. All the while, she was staring into her daughter’s eyes, trying to understand the game Liv was playing.
For a split second, Sam swore she saw Liv’s eyes go blank. That simple unfocused look she’d seen in her own eyes every time she looked in the mirror. She had seen it in Madeline’s and Megumi’s eyes every time they spoke a mantra.
Liv’s voice even had the same mantra-esque hollowness as she said,
“That’s what good daughters do.”
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