Spiral Sisters
by TempleSiren_NULL
Content Warning: This story features twincest. If that's not up your alley, feel free to skip this one!
Nothing before this moment mattered. As far as I’m concerned, my life began the first time I saw the spiral.
It felt like my soul was falling into my body for the first time. My arms hung limp at my sides. My tense legs uncrossed and relaxed. I felt my shoulders strain as I tried to breathe, constricted by a bra I’d outgrown in high school.
Why did I even bring it to college?
No. The spiral helped me forget before. I needed to stop thinking about before.
I continued to stare into the spiral. It was amazing. I never believed in mind control. I knew hypnosis couldn’t make you do anything you didn’t want to do.
But if I was already brainwashed to want to be hypnotized, then I could choose to let the spiral rewrite me.
I would choose to let it rewrite me to want to be hypnotized.
I don’t know when the loop started. I knew the loop couldn’t work on its own. I logically knew I couldn’t be brainwashed.
But I also knew the spiral was brainwashing me. Regardless of how impossible it was, I was already in the loop. There was nothing I could do to stop it. I leaned forward as I continued to stare at its beauty.
I felt the futon shift as someone sat down beside me. I didn’t let it distract me from the spiral.
“That’s it Chloe… keep watching the spiral… it’s beautiful isn’t it…?”
“Yes.” I heard my voice say. I didn’t even feel my lips move. I relaxed and let my body respond on its own. All I wanted to do was watch it spin…
I felt a hand slink between my legs. My body automatically uncrossed them and opened up to him. I automatically pulled my skirt up. My panties were on display for the spiral. I arched my back to show it more of me.
The hand slid up my bare leg, and began rubbing me through my panties.
“Do you like what I’m doing to you?” the voice asked as I arched into his touch. My panties felt cold as they became stained with my wetness.
I could only respond one way.
“I love being brainwashed.”
I felt the soft fabric press into my clit along with his fingers. This man… my master… he was brainwashing me… Making me love him…
It turned me on so much.
“You love being brainwashed? Does that mean I should brainwash you harder?”
“Yes.” Again, there was only one way I could respond.
“Zoey, put the headphones on her.”
As the headphones slid on me, I just barely had the time to think,
Zoey? Wait, he couldn’t mean my–
But the thrumming drone drowned out the thought. Nothing would distract me from the spiral.
The sound and the spiral were all too much. My mind was gone, and I was floating in my own dorm. Someone placed a pill in my mouth. I swallowed it. I felt a syringe enter my arm. I welcomed the pain as obedience was injected into me. My panties were pulled down and I felt cool hands push my legs further apart.
Someone began licking my pussy.
It felt amazing, so I arched into it.
The droning sound allowed me to float through the spiral, and the rising fog in my mind intensified everything. I could see the spiral cutting its way out of the TV. It spun and spun until it shrank and flowed into my own mind through the window of my eyes.
I came when it entered me. The orgasm felt like it would never end, but also ended far too soon. The person licking me paused, letting my sensitivity die down. As soon as I could tolerate it, they would get back to work.
While they waited, I felt the spiral cutting into my mind. Now wide open from the orgasm, I fully welcomed it. It curled around and around my brain, cutting into me as it did. The swirling ribbon annihilated everything it touched. It was cutting parts of me away.
With every slice, I felt a soft lick electrify my clit. The waves of pleasure were radiating outward, into the spiral, into my mind, locking in the brainwashing, erasing the parts of me he didn’t want.
The part of me that knew how to resist, the part of me that didn’t like girls, the part of me that didn’t believe in brainwashing, every single part of me he didn’t want; the spiral cut them all away.
Every time I lost a part of me, it felt like an orgasm.
I thanked him every time.
“What are you?” the voice in my ear asked. His words tumbled around in my mind. I couldn’t tell if it was the master or the headphones asking. Maybe it was the master’s voice recorded in the headphones? Maybe the master’s voice could dominate the headphones themselves. Did he brainwash the headphones too? I didn’t know, and I quickly realized I didn’t need to know that. I just needed to know how to respond.
“I am your hypnotized slave. Thank you for brainwashing me.”
The other slave beneath me started licking faster. I moaned out in pleasure as I felt my will continue to erode.
“Look at the girl beneath you. Who is she?”
I obeyed. I looked down. I saw the slave licking my pussy.
She seemed so familiar…
She had my hair, she had my face. I knew I had seen her before the spiral. Where did I know her from?
A forceful hand pulled my head back up to look at the spiral. I felt it cutting everything away from me.
“Who is she?” The voice asked again. The question echoed through my mind, and he forced me to look at her again.
I smiled as the girl with my stolen face licked my pussy. There was only one answer.
“She is me, Master. A brainwashed slave.”
The other me didn’t react to my words. She merely continued licking. I heard laughing, and smiled in response. I made Master happy.
That was good.
“You really believe that, don’t you?” My master slid the headphones off. A semblance of reality returned as the sound faded from my ears. I could hear Master so much more clearly now. I could also hear something else. The moans of the me beneath me.
“It’s okay Chloe, you can remember this one thing from before.”
I looked at my face beneath me. Well, it was almost my face. I didn’t have a scar on my chin from when we crashed our bikes as kids.
Zoey did.
My twin sister was licking me, and her eyes looked so beautifully empty.
“It was her idea to do this to you. Would you like to thank her?”
I arched my pussy into Zoey’s face, rubbing my lips against hers.
He brainwashed me to want this… Now he’s brainwashing me…
God that’s hot.
“Thank you…” I said as I dragged my wet pussy back and forth across her face. I knew this turned our master on, and right now that was more important than actually thanking my sister.
My sister…
Zoey… my sister…
Oh God…
“No…” I whispered, as memories came flooding back. The spiral’s grip was loosening. The ribbon it had wrapped around my mind was breaking. I could remember before. More than I wanted to remember. I didn’t want this. I didn’t want this other slave to be Zoey! My sister!
More than sisters. Best friends. Partners-in-crime since birth.
Shared birthdays, slumber parties, trading clothes, that time we liked the same boy so we tricked him into kissing both of us. He actually thought I was Zoey…
All these memories and so many more flooded my mind. We were always inseparable. We had to be college roommates. We had spent our lives together. We trusted each other more than anything.
He twisted her against me… How..?
Suddenly, a memory I had once forced myself to forget, came roaring back. I remembered Zoey’s confession from two years ago, right after we started college. Her secret lust that she prayed I shared.
”Sometimes when I touch myself… I imagine I’m being hypnotized… Do you ever do that…?”
I can’t remember what I said, but she was devastated by my answer. We agreed to never discuss it again.
I looked at my sister, dazed and drugged out between my legs. She was so far out of it… So engrossed in her own fetish, that she sacrificed me to it.
She had done this to herself, because she wanted it. Because she needed it.
And now she needed to help him do it to me.
I had to get away. I tried to stand up. My legs were wobbly from whatever they gave me and I immediately collapsed. As I fell, I landed on Zoey. We tumbled over and I started hitting her like when we were kids. I had to break her out of this. She didn’t fight back, she only smiled. Her scar glistened on her chin, wet from my pussy.
The scar that separated us filled my vision. I was overcome with that single physical difference. At the same time, the excited look in her eyes, spelled out the single mental difference. She pushed me down, and my limbs flopped over in an uncoordinated mess. I stared at the ceiling; it was all I could do. I felt her move back between my legs. Then, the forbidden pleasures returned.
As I lay on my dorm room floor, unable to stop my sister from performing this terrible, forbidden, ritual. I saw our master towering above us, cock in hand, looking down on us.
It was Professor Wilson, from our Psychology class.
Zoey must have told him about her fetish. She must have led him back to me.
I writhed and whimpered under my psych teacher’s gaze. I remembered him inviting us both to office hours to look over our midterms. Zoey had been so excited, so willing. I didn’t want to go. She left me, with a smile on her face.
Was she already under his spell by then? Or was that when it started? Did she ask him to do this, or did he make her?
I felt Zoey push and pull at my limbs. She rolled me over, placing me on my hands and knees facing the TV.
I was facing the spiral. I felt it erupt from the screen again and overtake my mind. I tried my best to stop it. I closed my eyes to keep it from entering my mind again.
“Chloe, help!” my sister, my real sister, called out. I couldn’t stop myself from looking. I had to help her.
She knew I’d have to, and she used that against me.
My eyes were open before the spiral again and it bore into me, melting my resistance. Drip by drip, any part of me that wanted to stop this leaked out of my pussy.
They had won. I knew I wouldn’t resist. My body relaxed, and I felt strong warm hands sliding over my ass.
As my eyes began to droop, my master pushed into me from behind. My pussy, soaking wet from my sister’s efforts, spread so easily for him.
Zoey slipped the headphones back on me and the spiral became so much more vivid. I opened myself to it and felt it carve its way into my mind again. Taking away everything from before. Making me love it more.
It felt so amazing being erased, I almost forgot my master was pounding his own will into me from behind. His power, his lust, pressed into me again and again.
All of my willpower was crushed like styrofoam between these two unstoppable forces.
It was bliss.
“Thank… you… for… brainwashing… me…” My resistance was completely gone. I didn’t care that Zoey did this to me. In fact, I was glad she did. Being hypnotized was the best thing that had ever happened to me. I knew this because the spiral told me so.
I couldn’t wait to thank her for doing this to me.
As if rewarding my submission, Zoey slid under me and began licking my clit. I could tell she was licking his cock as much as she was licking me. Still, her tongue felt perfect and the pleasure helped me squeeze down harder on his cock. As much as I wanted to thank Zoey for leading him to me, my master was the one who actually brainwashed me. Thanking him was the most important thing right now. I squeezed and squeezed again as hard as I could as my sister’s tongue encouraged me.
I felt his cock throb in that familiar way. His grip on my sides tightened. I idly wondered what set him over the edge. Maybe it was my pussy milking him. Maybe it was Zoey’s tongue running along his length. It could even have been the sight of two brainwashed twins moaning in pleasure for their master’s amusement.
I hoped it was a combination of all three. Maybe he’d let us do this every day.
He was ramming himself harder and harder into me. I felt him building up, getting closer. I opened my mind to the spiral before me. I knew he wanted this. I knew it because I wanted this, and I only wanted what my master wanted.
I want this. I want to be claimed.
I got my wish.
As the spiral sucked the last of me away, I felt his warm cum filling me. Leaving the empty parts of me full of his power. I would serve him for the rest of my life. I would do anything for his pleasure. If he wanted children I would give them to him. If he wanted to deny me motherhood, I would let him do that too. All I wanted was to please my master.
Side by side with my sister-slave.
I felt my master pull out of me. I collapsed on top of my sister, and began to moan as she started licking his cum out of my pussy.
Her own pussy was below me. I felt like it was staring at me. Daring me to do something I never thought I could.
Any time we changed together, whether at the pool, the shower, or before cheerleading, there was always a part of me that stopped me from thinking about her that way.
That part of me was gone now. The spiral had erased it.
And Master had replaced it with forbidden lust.
I reached down with my tongue and began to thank her for her role in brainwashing me. Her pussy was so much like mine, I knew all the best places to kiss and touch.
I needed so badly to thank her. She had given me true purpose in life, she had given me to our master, and she had shown me pleasure beyond my imagination.
The least I could do was attempt to return the favor.
Without hesitation, I devoted myself to eating out my sister. We began to sixty-nine. I loved how she tasted just like me.
The two of us were like mirror images. Turning over on ourselves in an endless cycle of reinforcing pleasure. The pleasure she gave me drove me to lick her harder, and I felt her moan into my pussy in response. Over and over we poured our lust into each other, endlessly increasing our joined pleasure.
A cosmic loop, spinning endlessly.
We were just like the spiral that rewrote us. It would never stop, and neither would we.
END Spiral Sisters
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