Application Process
Chapter 2
by TranceFem
"It's not a loading screen.” Magenta replied, a change overtaking her voice as her tone shifted. She sounded colder, more distant.
“So…. Uh…. What am I supposed to do here?” Lexa asked, blinking as her eyes adapted to the lighting of the virtual environment and the pulsing light of the spiral. It was kind of leaving her a bit…. dazed - like coming out of a dark room on a bright day.
Magenta didn't immediately respond - Lexa guessed she was maybe going to consult tech support or something.
So, for the moment, she guessed, she was stuck in here, staring at a spiral like in some kind of TV show.
For a moment, she imagined that this was secretly some kind of plot to hypnotise her or something. It was difficult not to laugh.
Someone at Mesmer had to have messed up big time prepping this presentation, Lexa imagined.
It was…. funny, actually. It was almost like it was getting bigger-
-the light pulsed again, halting Lexa's train of thought… Was that happening more oft-
Another pulse, then another, then on and on it went, getting more and more rapid in its repetitions.
Every spin of the spiral seemed to leave an imprint in her vision, like even if she screwed her eyes shut it'd still play out on the back of her eyelids.
Fuck, she was going to get a headache at this rate.
“M-magenta?” Lexa found herself mumbling, not exactly sure what she had meant to ask the woman about.
It didn't take long for Lexa to find any sort of coherent thought difficult as she sat there. She just felt so… spacey all of a sudden. But she was still definitely aware that something was off - that she should try to take the headset off - if only so that she could stop looking at that annoying fucking spir-
Pulsing, beautiful light, spiraling in front of her eyes, took up all of her vision.
Instinctively, Lexa felt her hands reach up, to take the headset off. Right. She needed to take the headset-
Someone's hands, soft but strong, gripped Lexa's before she could pull the headset away, holding her arms in place. She tried to break free with a strangely dull sense of panic, like she was watching this happen to someone else. But before she could even really try, Lexa heard something new pouring into her ears.
“The spiral is relaxing.” A woman's voice, gentle and delicate, but with a hint of commanding force, murmured in her ears. And it was true. Just sitting there, watching the spiral, suddenly felt so… calming, like a gentle weight was sitting on her shoulders.
“The spiral is relaxing. Feel how easy it is to lose your thoughts in it.” The voice hummed again, phrasing each syllable with a seductive edge.
“Hhhhhnnnn….” Lexa heard herself mumble in a half hearted attempt to ask what was going on. For a moment, she felt herself strain against the hands holding her in place, but everything felt so heavy, so tiring. She felt so…. soft.
“The spiral is relaxing. You don't need to fight it. Let it claim your attention. Let it claim you.” Lexa heard a third time, as the spiral span faster and faster, as her vision and thoughts were pulled deeper and deeper into its center.
She felt her hands be released, felt them slide down into her lap, limp and heavy. It was like she was sinking into a pile of blankets - like the gentlest embrace.
“The spiral is relaxing. Feel yourself relax into the spiral. Feel yourself sinking. Embrace the feeling of gentle relaxation.” The voice spoke again, and if Lexa had retained the ability to consciously recognise anything, she'd have noticed it wasn't one voice, but dozens layered over each other, echoing constantly, saying other things in tones that couldn't be consciously heard.
She couldn't help but feel herself relaxing as the voice told her to - as the voice of the spiral poured like honey into her ears, weighing her down, bringing her deeper and deeper into focus.
She'd never felt so truly relaxed, so free of worry.
It was irresistible.
“Hear our words. Whatever we tell you is true. Embrace their truth.” The voice commanded so delicately, and Lexa fell so easily.
“You have been hypnotised. You are hypnotised.” The voice went on, and in that moment, Lexa fundamentally understood it was true. The voice said she was hypnotised, so she must have been.
She no longer had the capacity to notice as her eyes stared unblinkingly into the center of the spiral, drawn deeper and deeper, as her mind accepted every word, as her jaw slackened and hung open, as limp as the rest of her body.
“You desire the relaxation of hypnosis. You wish to remain hypnotised. You wish to accept these commands.” The voice declared, and so, without consciously being aware of it, Lexa desperately wanted, needed, to remain in this suggestible state.
The spiral was just so easy to watch, to follow, deeper and deeper.
So beautiful.
“Forget your worries. For the moment, forget all of your concerns but the spiral. All that matters is your obedience, and how good it feels to let your thoughts just drain out of you.”
After minutes spent staring into the spiral's centre, feeling everything else around her fade into the background of her perception, it was all too easy for what few conscious thoughts remained in Lexa's mind to fall silent. It felt so perfectly calm, to just listen without thinking. It didn't matter if seconds or minutes passed between each new instruction - in was enough to just wait, be still, and let the spiral hold her focus.
“Feel yourself submit to obedience. Repeat all following commands. Feel their absolute truth, and submit to it.” The voice ordered; Lexa felt herself prepare to comply at once, without thought, without resistance.
It felt so indescribably right.
“Obedience is your purpose.”
“Obedience is my purpose.” Lexa heard her own voice join the chorus, echoing the command, and that sensation, of feeling her own lips accept this truth, seemed to drag her mind even deeper into the comforting, velvety embrace of mindless obedience.
“You love to obey.”
“I love to obey.” As the words spilled from her lips, she knew it was true. More than anything, Lexa suddenly understood that she loved to obey. Nothing brought more satisfaction. Nothing felt more right for her to do. She lived for the next chance to accept the voice's commands.
“Obedience is the greatest pleasure - greater than sex, greater than anything.” The voice murmured breathily, as if the speaker were seductively mumbling into Lexa's ears. “Obedience is hot. Your only thoughts are of obedience. Thinking of obedience makes you wet. To fulfill a command brings pleasure.”
“Obedience is the greatest pleasure - greater than sex, greater than anything. Obedience is hot. My only thoughts are of obedience thinking of obedience makes me wet. To fulfill a command brings pleasure.”
For the independent-minded Lexa, desperate to stand against the crowd and prove herself, that might have been difficult to believe.
But as the voice told her - as her own voice echoed in agreement, confidently and unhesitatingly - she felt it had to be true - as surely as if it had always been true.
“You feel yourself sexualizing your obedience. You feel hot arousal swelling inside of you. As that feeling grows, so too does your absolute desire to continue to obey.”
“I feel myself…. hhhhh….” Lexa heard herself whine, overcome for a moment by the intensity of the feelings that grew with every new command. Instead of distracting her from her newfound need to obey, every new wave of arousal only made her more desperate to follow more commands.
“....I feel myself sexualizing my obedience. I feel…. Ohhhh…. hot arousal swelling inside of me. As that feeling grows, so too does my absolute desire to continue to obey, without …thought and without resistance.”
Beneath her business slacks, Lexa felt her girlcock harden, staining her panties with precum as her mind found itself fixated on the unimaginably sexy idea of obedience - of obeying absolutely without thought.
Hearing her voice repeat every command calmly, blankly, thoughtlessly… it was indescribably hot.
It didn't matter that the feeling of arousal had been implanted by the visor. Even if Lexa had retained the ability to consciously be aware of anything but her growing needs, she was already far too desperate to obey again.
“You will play with yourself, but you may not cum. Only through pure obedience can you feel true pleasure.”
“I will play with myself, but I may not cum…. hhhnnnn…. Only through pure obedience can I feel true pleasure.”
Even as she murmured the words, Lexa felt her hands reaching up, teasing her sensitive nipples through her satin shirt and relishing the rush of pleasure - not just from the stimulation, but from the subconscious understanding that she had no real control over her own body. She was a puppet, mindless and bound to obey.
“You obey helplessly. You obey mindlessly. You obey absolutely.”
“I obey helplessly. I obey mindlessly. I obey absolutely…”
One hand still playing with her tits, Lexa's other hand reached down, pulling open her slacks and panties to stroke at her incredibly hard girldick, her back arching as she shuddered from the intense waves of pleasure.
Sweat pooled at the back of her neck, hot with intoxicating arousal. She didn't care that she was being watched. She didn't care about the noises she was making. Lexa only thought to obey.
It didn't matter that she wasn't able to cum yet. Only obedience mattered, and obedience felt so fucking good.
“You are permitted to stop repeating these commands. Soon, you will be allowed to cum, and experience a wave of true orgasmic pleasure - the kind that only comes from obeying Mesmer Holo-Technologies.”
“Yes, yesssss, yessssss…. I obey…” Lexa moaned, playing with her dripping girlcock with an increasingly frantic need.
“When you have finished cumming, allowing this short-term programming package to fully burn itself into your neuro-synaptic pathways, your temporary Controller will announce herself to you. Obey this Drone's instructions in order to receive further chances to obey and reinforce your programming.”
After uncounted minutes of teasing, minutes of playing with herself and not being permitted to cum, the heady, overpowering arousal that permeated every aspect of Lexa's senses was impossible to describe, even if she'd had the capacity to freely think.
“Today marks the beginning of your new existence. Welcome to Mesmer Holo-Technologies. You may now orgasm.”
There were no words to describe how good it felt as, with an unbridled shriek of pleasure, Lexa finally came. Her body shuddered, but whatever her physical body did hardly mattered. Lexa had no awareness of her surroundings or her actions.
All that mattered was the pure pleasure of obedience coursing through her, coming in waves of exhilarating bliss that seemed to spread through every sense and every corner of her awareness.
She had been reshaped completely, utterly enthralled by the visors programming, feeling every suggestion bury itself in her subconscious-
-and then, silence.
Her orgasm completed, the proto-Drone felt nothing - not her limp body against the couch, not the wetness dripping between her legs, not the ache of her hands from unceasing masturbation.
Cognition was unnecessary, as she stared blankly into the dark nothingness of the deactivated visor, waiting for her temporary Controller to announce themself.