Then

Leaning over the sink, Kirsten splashed some water in her face. She looked up at herself in the mirror, noticing the bags under her eyes. She’d been pushing herself hard over the past couple of weeks, devoting all her spare time to studying. It would all be worth it when she passed the Leaving Certificate, the final exam for Irish schools - which was going to start in twenty minutes. Luckily, the nerves were giving her a big enough adrenaline spike to power her through the exhaustion she would probably be otherwise feeling.

OK, get a grip, girl, she told herself. Stay calm, and cool. Just take it one question at a time, and you’ll be through it before you know it. You’ve done the work, and you know all you need to. You’ve got this.

Turning towards the door of the girls’ bathroom, she stopped in her tracks at the sight of her ex-girlfriend. “Jesus Christ,” she blurted, clutching at her chest. “You almost gave me a heart attack, Liz!”

“Sorry,” Lizzie chuckled. “Although, y’know, public bathroom. The presence of other people shouldn’t come as a shock!” She stepped closer, looking sympathetic. “You OK? Nervous about the exam?”

Kirsten laughed awkwardly. “Me? Yeah, I’m fine. Why would I be nervous about the most important exam of our lives?”

There was another reason for her anxiety - she and Lizzie hadn’t parted on the best of terms. Neither of them had done anything wrong - there hadn’t been any betrayal or misdeed that had lead to the breakup - but Kirsten’s feelings had gradually changed. She’d been really into Lizzie’s cool, slightly hostile loner vibe when they’d first got together, but it had worn thin after a while. She didn’t blame Lizzie for that - it was just her own taste. Unfortunately, in trying to explain, she’d upset Lizzie, and they hadn’t spoken since. So encountering her now, just before such a vital exam, was not helping Kirsten’s emotional state at all.

Although her ex wasn’t showing any of the anger she’d expressed last time they’d talked - she seemed genuinely concerned for her. “You look knackered,” she said worriedly, putting a hand on Kirsten’s shoulder and staring at her face. “Have you been getting enough sleep? I know how you get before a big test...”

Blushing at the attention, Kirsten cast her eyes downwards. “I’m alright,” she mumbled.

“Are you sure? Maybe you should get your head down for fifteen minutes, try and recharge.”

She shook her head, wide-eyed. “No no, no way.” She wasn’t going to risk missing the exam.

“No, really, Kirsten,” Lizzie continued, a barely-visible smirk forming on her face. “You look just exhausted. So tired you might fall down in a minute.”

Kirsten didn’t see the crimson gleam in Lizzie’s eyes - she was too busy letting out a long, loud yawn. God, Lizzie was right - she was utterly bone-weary. All the late nights were suddenly catching up with her, and she wanted nothing more than to lie down and close her eyes. Her nervous adrenaline was gone, and forgotten, in an instant.

Lizzie put a strong arm around Kirsten’s shoulders, and she nestled into her gratefully, their estrangement also forgotten in the depths of her exhaustion. “Come on, love,” the taller girl soothed. “Let’s find you somewhere to get some rest.” She started walking forwards, leading the drowsy girl along with her, out of the bathroom and down the corridor outside.

Though Kirsten’s eyelids were drooping and her mind was increasingly clouded, a bit of panic flickered through her. “But, the exam,” she murmured sleepily.

“Your rest is more important,” Lizzie told her, as she steered her towards a nearby stationary cupboard. Under the influence of the demon’s mind-manipulating power, Kirsten instantly stopped caring about the Leaving Certificate anywhere near as much as she cared about getting some well-earned sleep.

Opening the cupboard door, Lizzie lowered her arm from Kirsten’s shoulders and gestured to the carpeted floor. “There, that looks nice and comfy. Why don’t you curl up down there and have a nice nap, sweetheart?”

“OK...” Shuffling forwards, Kirsten knelt and then lay down on her side, snuggling up on the carpet, tucking her knees into her chest.

Lizzie loomed over her, leaning against the door frame. “Now, just listen to me for a bit longer,” she purred. “I’m gonna close the door, and lock it so you’re nice and safe in here, and when I do that, you can drift off into a lovely peaceful nap. You won’t wake up again until the door’s unlocked, and when you do, you won’t remember me bringing you here. As far as you know, you were in the bathroom, and you felt very tired and came in here to get some rest for a minute. And you won’t know why, you won’t understand what came over you, sleeping through the most important exam of your life. Do you understand, Kirsten?”

“Mmyeah.” The curled-up girl’s eyes were already closed, her face completely slack.

Lizzie grinned wickedly. “Oh, and you should suck your thumb while you sleep. In fact, you should do that whenever you go to sleep from now on, no matter how hard you try to stop.”

Kirsten smiled sleepily, as her hand crept up to her face and stuck her thumb in her mouth.

Getting out the key she’d acquired from a caretaker (who, naturally, didn’t remember the exchange), Lizzie leered savagely at the girl whose life she was ruining. “Serves you right for breaking up with me, bitch.”

And she closed the door and locked it, leaving her ex-girlfriend to sink into a deep sleep.

***

Now

Drifting. Drifting through deep, empty, peaceful darkness. No thoughts, no cares, no concerns. Aware of almost nothing, except exciting tingles - how were there tingles? There was no body. It was quite insubstantial in this timeless abyss. And yet, still, there were tingles.

And the whispering. The far-distant, yet oh-so-close, whispering, speaking right into her mind, but so softly that she couldn’t make out the words. The words were good - she somehow knew that, without the capacity to think about it - she was taking them in without having to listen to them, and they’d make her feel even better than she already did.

Heat. Slowly, distantly, she became aware of heat. A slight warmth at first, increasing her nebulous body’s sensitivity still further, but growing stronger and more intense by the second. It pulled her out of the depths of her own mind and into the waking world, slowly but surely. Her eyelids remained closed, but she gradually grew more aware of her body - and realised she was slumped on her knees with one hand on her dripping wet cunt, her fingers spiralling around her clit of their own accord.

Shocked as Lizzie was to discover her circumstances, it still took her a few seconds longer to break free of the lethargy engulfing her. Shaking her head dazedly, she finally opened her bleary eyes, blinking them hard as she tried to take in her surroundings. She wasn’t in her bedroom - she was somewhere that she’d never been before, but that looked rather like a motel room. She was kneeling on a thick navy blue rug a few feet away from the bed.

As her fuzzy brain tried to puzzle out how the fuck she got here, she glanced down and noticed she was wearing only a black bra and knickers. She struggled to remember whether she’d been wearing any other clothes, and if so, what had happened to them. Trying to find a memory - any memory - was like trying to wade through cement. Dimly noticing movement in the front of the panties, her mind managed to join the dots several seconds later and realise that she was still rubbing herself. With considerable effort, she made herself stop and take her hand out of her underwear. She must have been masturbating for some time - she was soaked in sweat, panting for breath, and her clit was throbbing.

How the hell did she get to this motel room? Where were her clothes? Why had she been asleep on her knees on the rug, rather than in the bed? And what had possessed her to play with herself while she slept? She’d fucked herself when half-asleep in the past, but she’d never sleepwanked, as far as she knew.

Still fighting heavy mental fog, Lizzie came to the conclusion that she wasn’t going to find answers here. She had to leave and try to find her way home. To hell with her lack of clothes, and the late hour (a glance across the room at the window told her it was pitch-black night) - she wasn’t remotely modest, and her powers would keep her safe if anyone tried anything. She wasn’t sure of much, but she was sure she had to get out of there.

She got up, crossed the room to the door, took hold of the handle, let go, turned around, walked back to the rug, and knelt down again.

After a long moment, Lizzie realised what she’d just done. “What the fuck?” she blurted aloud. Why had she done that? Why had she gone right back where she started, like a yo-yo? The confusion and anxiety she’d felt since the moment she’d awoken increased tenfold - but so did the arousal and neediness. She whimpered, clutching her thighs.

She didn’t like this. She’d never felt so vulnerable, so helpless. For the first time in her life, she had absolutely no idea what was going on, and it scared her - and thrilled her. Why? Why was a part of her enjoying this so much? And why couldn’t she control her arousal? As a demon, she could usually dial her own lust up or down with minimal force of will, but now, as the seconds ticked by since she’d pulled her misbehaving hand away from her pulsating pussy, she was still madly turned on.

“Enough of this,” she snapped, gritting her teeth determinedly. She was a demon. She was the Queen Bitch. She had always had ironclad control over herself, and anyone she chose to toy with. She would not lose that control now.

She stood up, marched over to the door, seized the handle, let go, turned around, strode back to the rug, and knelt down again.

“Whuh - uhh!” she cried moments later, when her brain caught up with her body. What was happening to her? All her resolve, her determination to leave the room, had instead powered her over to the door and then sent her back to where she started, her stride equally purposeful in each direction. She pounded the rug with clenched fists, sobbing with frustration and confusion.

She was desperate for answers, but even more so for an orgasm. Her bewilderment was interlaced with lust, permeating every part of her. She would start touching herself again, but some instinct told her that it would do no good - that she would keep building and building towards the edge, but would get no further. What was wrong with her? How could she have lost control of her mind and body so completely?

“Help,” she whispered defeatedly.

“Aw, look at my poor little kitty! Have you got yourself in a bit of a state, love?”

Lizzie almost jumped out of her skin. A young blonde woman wearing a black corset and fishnets was sitting cross-legged on the bed, grinning down at her. Had she been there all the time? How had she not seen her there before?

“How - where did you come from...” The demon’s question trailed off as she made eye contact with the mysterious newcomer. Pretty eyes, she thought dazedly, getting lost in the woman’s golden gaze. Pretty, sparkly...

“I just got back,” the blonde answered, smiling slyly. “I had to nip out for a minute, but I’m back now. You saw me come in - don’t you remember?”

Lizzie nodded absent-mindedly, still staring dreamily. Yes, she’d seen the lady come in and sit down on the bed, she remembered now... but she didn’t remember exactly who this lady was.

“Who...” She lost the thread again - it was hard to think with those eyes fixating her... The blonde woman chuckled and broke eye contact, giving Lizzie’s mind a chance to clear a little. “Who... are you?” she eventually managed.

The woman sighed melodramatically. “You see, sweetie, this is what happens when I leave you alone for too long. You just go to pieces without me!”

Standing, she walked up to Lizzie, looming over her. The kneeling demon vaguely felt like she should maybe stand up, but the message to do so couldn’t break through the thick clouds around her brain and reach the rest of her body.

“You don’t recognise me at all?” the mystery woman asked. Her tone was seemingly innocent, but there was still that mischievous grin on her face. It felt like she was teasing Lizzie - and though she could usually respond to such things with banter of her own, right now it was making her feel even more flustered and mystified.

“N-no,” she mumbled, but then reconsidered. There was something familiar about this lady... Not just her appearance, or her voice, or her pretty, shining eyes... but the way she carried herself, the poise and the confidence - it was jogging a memory in the back of Lizzie’s brain. Eventually, that memory forced itself into greater clarity.

“Of course! You’re Miss Gold - Aislinn Gold, I mean, the hypnotist,” she stammered. “You came to our Student Union, and put on a show... didn’t you?”

“That’s right!” Aislinn cried, her smile growing wider. “Well done, pet.”

A shiver went through Lizzie. Why did that condescending praise make her feel so good - not to mention, the word ‘pet’? She wasn’t a pet, she was a demoness, a powerful monster from the pits of hell who answered to no-one... wasn’t she?

Moreover, she still couldn’t remember what had happened at the show. A hazy recollection of Aislinn striding onstage in her sexy ‘magician’ garb drifted into Lizzie’s mind, but after that, she was once again drawing a blank.

“And you were such a big part of that show,” Aislinn said helpfully. “Remember? You volunteered to be one of my subjects...”

“I did?”

“Yes, you did. You were a very good subject, as it turned out.” As Aislinn spoke, more of the show was coming back to Lizzie. She recalled what had happened - what she had done - even as the stunning stage hypnotist illustrated it for her. “You dropped so nicely, so deeply, I think you surprised yourself. And then I turned you into my beloved kitty cat - so happy and playful, yet so obedient - in front of all your friends and peers...”

Lizzie nodded slowly. Yes, yes, now it was coming back to her. But the memories still felt disconnected - she knew what had happened, but when she tried to make an emotional connection with the experience, all she felt was confusion. How had it made her feel, to be mesmerised and mentally transformed and humiliated in front of all those people? Try as she might, she couldn’t figure out how she should have felt, let alone how she did feel...

Aislinn’s voice cut through her thoughts like a guillotine. “You enjoyed yourself so much, sweetie. I could tell. Especially when...”

Lizzie opened her mouth to ask a question, but whatever it was vanished as Aislinn began to scratch the back of her head. Her brain short-circuited, her body shuddered violently, and her erogenous zones hummed with approval. She found herself purring at the feeling of sharp fingernails running over her scalp, overcome with pleasure.

Suddenly, trying to figure out what happened at the hypnosis show seemed a lot less important than it had mere moments ago.

“Yes, there you go, my dear,” Aislinn sniggered. “Good pet...”

Good pets don’t think. A flicker of concern passed through Lizzie as that alien thought intruded in her mind - where had that come from? But the worry passed with the next scritch, and she mewled delightedly and squirmed on her knees.

“You enjoyed yourself so much, you came back to my room afterwards, didn’t you? You asked me to make you my pet again, to help you explore your submissive side...”

Something about that didn’t sound quite right - no, it didn’t sound right at all. The wrongness broke through the mental haze, and the ecstasy that came from the lovely scritches. Lizzie was sure she wouldn’t have done anything like that - she wouldn’t have surrendered control, especially not to a total stranger. She opened her eyes and looked up to protest, to tell the hypnotist that she couldn’t have done that - and locked eyes with her again, gazing into two sparkling stars high above her.

“Oh,” she murmured, caught off-guard as golden light flooded into her brain, washing away her thoughts, her cares, her concerns. She gazed dumbly into the shining eyes, whatever it was she’d been about to say completely lost to her.

“You remember that now, don’t you?” Aislinn prompted her. “Coming here, asking me to hypnotise and dominate you, letting me make you my pretty kitty?”

Yes. Yes, that sounded right. It sounded true. Aislinn’s voice was so assured, so commanding, so powerful... She must be right. Besides, all Lizzie had to go on was what Aislinn told her. Between the scritches on the back of her head, and the golden eyes transfixing her, there was no room left in her mind to think or remember. All she could do was listen, and believe.

“Mmyeah,” she sighed, letting her jaw relax and her mouth hang agape. Her arms were limp at her sides, but she barely noticed them. She certainly didn’t feel any pain or discomfort from kneeling for so long. She felt only pleasure and arousal, reverberating throughout her body.

“Yes, you did. And that was weeks ago now, wasn’t it? We’ve spent weeks and weeks playing together, getting you nicely hypnotised and trained to be my perfect little pet... Isn’t that right?”

Weeks? Weeks? That roused her very slightly. Had she really been there for weeks, under Aislinn’s spell? But before she could ponder this any further, the thought was torn away from her by a particularly, deliciously deep bite from the hypnotist’s fingernail. “Y-yeah...” the demon cried softly, gripping her thighs and rocking back and forth.

“Yeah?” Aislinn tutted. “Now now, sweetheart, that won’t do. You say, ‘Yes, Mistress’, don’t you? Or, ‘Yes, Miss Gold’. That’s how I trained you - remember?”

“Ye-yes, Mistress,” Lizzie stammered, no doubts left in her now. Yes, she’d been here for weeks, learning to be a good pet for Miss Gold, being hypnotised more and more deeply by her.

The hypnotist nodded, satisfied. “Good pet.”

“Good pets don’t think,” Lizzie replied automatically. She felt a moment of slight surprise that the mysterious phrase had escaped her mouth, but the surprise passed quickly, leaving only warm pleasure and submission in its wake.

Aislinn smirked. “Indeed they don’t. And what do good pets do?”

“Good pets obey.” As she spoke those unfamiliar, yet so right, words, Lizzie’s arousal surged, as if rewarding her. She let out a moan and pawed at her chest.

“Yes, they do!” Miss Gold smiled at her. “We’ve been here for such a long time, working on hypnotising and training you, haven’t we? We’ve built up quite the bond, just as all dom-sub couples should. I trust you to be a good pet and obey me, and you trust me to take care of you and make the right decisions for you. You trust me completely. Isn’t that right?”

“Yes, Mistress,” Lizzie simpered. She still didn’t actually remember any of the time they’d spent training her in the arts of submission, but she knew the hypnotist had to be telling the truth. And it wasn’t as if she had it in her to argue. It was so difficult to think for herself - and so easy to let Miss Gold tell her what to believe, and what to remember.

Besides, they must have gone through some pretty drastic training, because she felt like a totally different person. She recalled being the Queen Bitch, ruler of all she surveyed, surrounded by her growing harem of obedient sluts, taking whatever she wanted with no consequences. But the memories were so distant, so disconnected - like the powerful, dominant demon was someone else entirely. Now, though, the memories of being a docile, playful kitten on stage felt more vivid, more tangible - she felt a much greater emotional connection to them. The girl in those memories felt more like her.

She didn’t feel powerful or dominant. She felt lost, helpless, horny and desperate. She needed someone to tell her what to do, what to think... And Miss Gold was the perfect person to do that.

Aislinn got down on one knee before Lizzie, facing her at eye level, still scratching her, still keeping eye contact and pouring entrancing starlight into her mind. “You do trust me completely, don’t you, pet?” she asked again.

“Yes, Mistress.” There was not an ounce of hesitation in the hypnotised girl’s voice.

“Good.” Miss Gold smiled hungrily. “Then I think it’s time you told me how, and why, you change into this... creature, and what exactly it can do.”

“Of course, Mistress...”

***

Aislinn couldn’t believe her luck. She was half-wondering if any of this was even real, or if it were some fantastic dream - and if it was, she hoped she never woke up from it.

Not only were demons - supernatural creatures with the power to steal the will of whomever they chose - an actual real thing, but she’d hypnotised one! Without even realising! The first time, anyway. But in her experience, once was all it took for her to get her hooks in someone. And now, after a couple of hours of deepening, the installation of a few useful suggestions (like the partial amnesia and the ‘good pet’ mantras), and a spot of gaslighting, she had her very own pet hellbeast!

Once she’d been convinced that they’d spent weeks together and not mere hours, and that Aislinn was her trusted Mistress, Lizzie had been only too eager to divulge everything about her powers, capabilities and limitations. Now the hypnotist’s mind was racing with possibilities. What couldn’t she do now she had tamed and dominated an omnipotent being?

As she switched on her indicator and turned off the motorway towards a service station, she warned herself not to get cocky. Usually, when her hypnosis worked on a subject, it worked completely. But she’d never hypnotised a demon before (at least, not knowingly), and she couldn’t be sure if it would wear off, or if Lizzie would manage to resist or free herself. Having said that, the horny mess in the passenger seat didn’t look to pose much of a threat in the near future...

Aislinn very much wanted to see Lizzie’s reptilian form again, but had decided to hold off on that until she was sure that transforming wouldn’t disturb Lizzie’s conditioning. Besides, she was most interested in the demon’s enthralling powers, which, from what Lizzie had claimed, worked on anyone who heard her voice - even if they were on the other side of a crowded room. They worked over the phone, too. The hypnotist had had her recount some anecdotes about past uses of her powers - she especially liked the one where she publicly degraded a school bully and turned her into a literal bootlicker, although the story about making her ex-girlfriend sleep through the Leaving Certificate exam came a close second - but she couldn’t wait to see their effects for herself. Or to use them for her own purposes.

Aislinn Gold believed that to succeed in life, a person needed only two things: good looks, and a persuasive personality. She had always possessed both those qualities in spades, and had further improved her talents for persuasion when she’d begun studying hypnosis. She’d expected to possess great wealth and all the pussy she could eat by the time she was 21. Instead, at 26, her financial situation was fragile despite her growing popularity as a stage hypnotist, and not only was she single, she’d been unceremoniously dumped by her partner of three years for reasons too frustrating to think about. Those that she could hypnotise, she could control completely, enabling her to manipulate them however she chose - but it didn’t work on everyone, much to her annoyance, and that had somewhat stymied her ambitions.

Where was the fortune she’d sought for her entire life? Was she not worthy of it? Was she not a Shining Vision of deific beauty and charisma? Didn’t she deserve to live in comfort and pleasure for the rest of her days? Well, now she would. She had control of a being that could grant her every wish and indulge her every whim. Lizzie had the power to dominate the will of everyone around her, and she’d been squandering it - she could have conquered the world, and yet she chose to waste her time and money on university, and surround herself with only four (admittedly cute) slavegirls! Aislinn knew that if she’d been born with the power Lizzie possessed, she’d be a Queen by now. Or perhaps an Empress - she wasn’t exactly a royalist.

She parked in the service station’s car park, and her old Nissan gave out a worrying rattle. Well, that was a good place to start - she could quickly accumulate enough wealth to fix the car. Or maybe just abandon it, and seize a better one. Glancing out the window, she nodded with satisfaction as she saw that the shop, which promised to be open all hours, was, indeed, still open. It was coming up to 5 AM now, and neither she nor Lizzie had slept (unless you counted hypnotic sleep). Aislinn was too wired, too fascinated with the potential of the demon’s powers. She was running on adrenaline, though she knew she’d need coffee soon to keep herself going.

For her part, Lizzie was too busy helplessly edging to fall asleep - not that Aislinn was prepared to give her either rest or release just yet. “Now, then, my dear,” the hypnotist purred, enjoying the tremors that went through the demon’s body at every word she said, “it’s time for you to demonstrate your incredible abilities to me. Doesn’t that sound like fun, pet?”

“Y-yes, M-Mistress,” Lizzie gasped, pawing at herself frantically. Aislinn had had her get dressed in her diaphanous top, jacket and trousers again, concealing her damp panties from view, but could still smell the arousal coming off her. The suggestion working on her right now couldn’t be helping matters.

“We’re going into that shop, and I’m coming out much better off than I am right now,” Aislinn told her. “I want to pick up a few things, and I’m sure as hell not paying for them. In fact, you’re going to ensure that they pay me, whatever they’ve got. Do you understand, my sweet little kitty?”

“Yes, Muh-Mistress,” the demoness moaned.

“You will need to cover our tracks, of course,” the hypnotist mused. “We cannot allow anyone to discover our presence. I am certain you have plenty of experience concealing your demonic form and abilities from others...” Lizzie nodded. “So I’ll let you use your own initiative on that, although I may make some suggestions to you if I feel the need. At some point we’ll need to pin the blame on someone for stealing the money, but I already have an idea for that.” She smiled wickedly. “Do a good enough job in there, and I may well reward you for it, once we get back to our room...”

Lizzie mewled desperately. “Thuh-thank you, Mistress.” She looked to be half-mad with arousal at this point, on the brink of an orgasm that was being hypnotically held out of her reach. Aislinn wasn’t surprised, the way she’d drawn out those last few sentences, saying perhaps a few more words than necessary and avoiding using contractions whenever she remembered to. The more she spoke, the better. Lizzie felt every syllable she uttered as an intense vibration on her clit - and she’d been talking quite a lot, on and off, since they’d left the motel. The hornier she kept her pet, the less likely she was to mount any kind of mental resistance.

“Right then, we had better get on with this little demonstration then, hadn’t we? The sun will be coming up soon on a beautiful new day, full of opportunities for you to prove what a good pet you are, my darling little kitty Lizzie...” She smirked, enjoying her subject’s squirms and whimpers in response to every tiny sound that passed her lips. “Remember though, pet - you mustn’t show any of what you’re feeling. You mustn’t let anyone see how good my voice makes you feel, how it vibrates in just the right spot, how you get closer to the edge with every... word... I say.”

Lizzie sobbed and clutched her clothes. “N-no, Mistress...”

“Good pet. Now, take a moment to compose yourself, and then join me inside.”

“Mmm... yes, Mistress...”

Hopping out of the car, Aislinn strolled languidly up to the doors of the shop, glancing over her shoulder a couple of times to drink in the site of the panting pet in her passenger seat. Entering the store, she was surprised to see that the half-asleep cashier was not the only person inside - a youth with cyan hair was browsing the cereal aisle, while a dishevelled-looking middle-aged man was approaching the cashier with a bottle of vodka in his hand. Wandering through the shop, Aislinn quickly found the only two things she wanted - coffee, and duct tape.

As she made her way to the front of the store, Lizzie entered, a little more composed than she’d been in the car. Her eyes immediately gravitated to her Mistress, and she wove through the aisles to join her. Aislinn handed the jar of coffee to her, and took hold of her other hand. “Hello, pet,” she said quietly. “Feeling better?”

To her credit, barely a tremor went through the young demon - her hand squeezed Aislinn’s a little tighter, but that was the only reaction she had to hearing the hypnotist’s voice. “Yes, Miss Gold,” she replied softly, her tone and expression demure.

“Good,” Aislinn replied, her tone strongly implying the addition of the unspoken word ‘pet’. Lizzie smiled gratefully.

They approached the cashier, Aislinn leading the way. The cyan-haired student was already queueing up behind the older guy, who was just finishing up paying for his booze. Without a moment’s hesitation, Aislinn slipped into the space between the two of them, pulling Lizzie along with her.

“H-hey!” the girl behind them protested. “You just cut in front of me!”

Aislinn smiled smugly, unfazed by the girl’s ire - welcoming it, in fact. She leaned towards Lizzie and whispered, “Shut her up. But don’t let her leave.”

Lizzie nodded her understanding. “Yes, Miss Gold.”

“Hey. I’m talking to you bitches. You can’t just push in.”

Lizzie turned to face the furious student. Aislinn watched the two young women in her peripheral vision.

“Just because it’s 5 AM and you’re either up super early or super late, doesn’t mean you can go around like you’re the only people that matter in the world,” Cyan ranted. “It’s so inconsiderate. Push off out the way, and let me buy my fucking cornfl-”

“Be quiet, and stand still,” Lizzie interrupted firmly.

Cyan’s voice cut out immediately, and she froze in place, her eyes wide in sudden fear. Aislinn turned to look at her more clearly, and noticed a crimson glow in her eyes - a sign of a demon’s control, as Lizzie had told her earlier. The hypnotist inhaled sharply, heat spreading through her body as she studied Lizzie’s victim - or, more accurately, Aislinn’s victim. She was in control here. Lizzie was just a tool by which to achieve that control - a tool with a semblance of independent will, but a tool nonetheless.

Lizzie’s semblance of independent will chose that moment to make its presence felt. “And suck your thumb,” she told Cyan, who immediately raised her hand to her mouth and stuck her thumb inside. Aislinn burst out laughing at the sight of the helplessly enthralled girl, her face a picture of abject misery and mortification.

“Nice touch,” she tittered, slipping an arm around Lizzie’s waist.

The demon blushed and smiled. “Thank you, Miss Gold. I... I’ve done that before, a few times. With my ex, and some other people I didn’t like. There’s something so humiliating about making them suck their thumbs - it’s like, the ultimate expression of defeat and powerlessness.”

“I understand completely,” Aislinn sighed, still studying the immobilised Cyan, who was on the verge of tears, her eyes darting around in the hope of being rescued. If anything, Aislinn was excited by the prospect of someone trying to come to her aid. They’d only end up on the receiving end of Lizzie’s powers themselves. She couldn’t wait to dominate and degrade more people...

“Next,” an impatient voice called from behind them. Aislinn’s eyes lit up, remembering the only other person left in the building (now that the middle-aged guy had left). She turned and practically skipped to the counter, Lizzie scurrying along behind her. The cashier, a slender androgynous brunette, was leaning with one arm propping up her head, elbow on the counter, hand squished into her cheek. They couldn’t look less interested in their customers, which was probably how they’d failed to notice Cyan’s predicament, despite her being no more than ten feet away and only partially hidden from view by Aislinn and Lizzie.

The hypnotist placed the duct tape on the counter, and the demon quickly followed suit with the coffee jar. The cashier lazily scanned the barcodes and told them the price in a sleepy monotone.

Aislinn grinned. Showtime. “Oh, there’s been a misunderstanding here. We’re not paying you - you’re paying us. Everything you have.”

The cashier straightened up, frowning. “What?” they grunted.

Aislinn patted her hypnotised demon on the shoulder. “You’re on, sweetie.”

Lizzie fixed the cashier with her gaze, and her eyes began to glow red. “Take all the money out of the till, and give it to Miss Gold,” she demanded.

Their own eyes turning scarlet, the cashier opened the till and began to gather up its contents, their expression perplexed and disturbed. Aislinn clapped her hands together with glee as they poured notes and coins onto the counter. It all added up to less than sixty euros, but the money really wasn’t the point - the mere fact that she and her pet demon could walk into any establishment and rob it of all its takings was thrilling enough for her.

“Thank you, my dear,” Aislinn sniggered as she scooped the cash into her handbag.

The cashier sat on their stool, staring in total bemusement at the customers to whom they’d just given a literal pile of money. Their eyes glowed with hellfire again as Lizzie continued to speak. “Do you have access to the feeds from the security cameras?” Lizzie asked. The cashier nodded. “Erase them all, of everything from the last hour, after we leave.” They nodded again.

Aislinn nudged Lizzie. “I think our friend deserves a reward for such good customer service, don’t you, pet?”

“Yes, Miss Gold,” Lizzie said, grinning mischievously. She gestured to Cyan, still standing a short distance away with her thumb lodged between her lips, and said to the cashier, “You find her incredibly attractive, don’t you? You can’t stop thinking about her.”

The perturbed look on the cashier’s face vanished, replaced by glazed lustful eyes that fell upon the enthralled customer. They nodded vacantly, their mouth hanging open a little.

“What do you want to do with her?” Lizzie prompted. “You can tell us - there’s nothing to be ashamed of...”

“I want her to eat my cunt,” the cashier blurted. They seemed utterly unbothered by the lewdness of their exclamation - because, of course, they weren’t bothered. Lizzie had told them not to be ashamed, after all. “I wanna push her down on her knees, and stick her face between my legs, and ride her mouth while she licks me out...”

“Alright then,” the demon smirked. “Once we’re gone, and you’re done wiping that footage, close the store, take her into the back room, and have your way with her. Then curl up on the floor with her and go to sleep.”

They nodded, their gaze never wavering from Cyan, their breathing growing heavier by the moment. Their fingers gripped the edges of the counter.

Lizzie turned to Cyan. “After we leave, you’re going to do whatever they say,” she told her, gesturing to the horny cashier. “Then, when they’re finished with you, you’re going to go to sleep on the floor with them. Do you understand?” The bereft girl nodded.

“Neither of you will remember us being here,” the demon continued, indicating herself and Aislinn. “When you wake up, all you’ll remember is being irresistibly attracted to each other, and immediately agreeing to go in the back room and fuck.”

She turned to Aislinn, who gave her a slow clap, smiling broadly with satisfaction. “Stellar work, pet,” she cackled. “I must say, you’ve impressed me. It’s one thing hearing stories about all the cruel little things you’ve done to people over the years, but it’s another thing seeing it for myself. I’m going to have a lot of fun with you!”

Lizzie smiled and bowed her head deferentially. “Thank you, Mistress. I’m so glad you’re pleased!”

They made to leave, but Aislinn hesitated - there was just one more thing she wanted before she left. She turned to Lizzie, spoke quietly to her, and handed her the keys to her Nissan.

The demon trotted back towards Cyan. “Give me your car keys,” she demanded, her eyes aglow once more. Shoulders slumped with anguish, the girl did as she was told, fishing the keys out of her jacket pocket. “Which car’s yours?” Lizzie asked.

“Y-ll’w Mz-duh,” the student mumbled around her thumb.

“When you wake up, you’ll remember that your car is an old silver Nissan, and it always has been. If anyone tells you otherwise or shows you pictures of the Mazda, you won’t be able to retain that information - you’ll forget it as soon as you’ve seen or heard it.”

Lizzie slipped the Nissan’s keys into Cyan’s jacket, and then returned to Aislinn, who took the Mazda’s keys from her and then held her hand again. “We’d better leave them to their fun,” she chuckled.

“Yes, Mistress,” Lizzie grinned.

And they exited the shop, leaving Cyan still standing immobilised, waiting for her soon-to-be-lover to finish deleting the last hour’s CCTV footage, erasing any evidence that the hypnotist and her pet demon had ever been there.

***

“That Mazda’s a feckin’ dream,” Aislinn crowed as she pranced into her motel room. “I’d forgotten what it was like to drive a car that worked, and not worry the engine’s gonna fall out on the motorway!”

Lizzie followed on buckling legs. Still under the influence of the hysterical trigger, and no longer under any obligation to conceal its effects, she was panting heavily, low moans escaping with every other breath.

“And I owe it all to you, my subby little demon.” The hypnotist sat on the edge of the bed, leering up at her. “You did exceptional work, love. Kneel before me.”

“Yes, Mistress.” Lizzie dropped to her knees on the rug, gazing at her new owner with sheer adoration and arousal.

“Good pet.” Aislinn scratched her behind the ears, making her gasp and writhe. “Now I know what you’re capable of, I’m not letting you leave my side. We’re going on a big adventure together, and you’re going to use your... talents, to get me anything I want, anywhere we go. Doesn’t that sound fun?”

“Aah... ye-yes, Mis-tress,” Lizzie moaned. A thought broke through the pleasure, enough to make her focus on trying to speak coherently. “B-but, my degree... I, I don’t mind dropping out, I’m mo-more than hap-happy to do it so I can suh-serve you, but my parents...”

The scritches stopped abruptly. Lizzie glanced up, worried that Miss Gold was annoyed with her. But she merely looked thoughtful. “Ah, yeah, your parents,” she muttered, tapping her upper lip with her index finger. “I keep forgetting you even have parents, like the rest of us. They’d be worried if you just suddenly dropped out of uni...”

“W-well, my Mum would, Mistress. My Dad always said there was no rush, because we live for centuries - I could always wait a few years or decades and then go to uni, if that’s what I wanted... He wouldn’t be bothered if I dropped out. But my Mum would at least want an explanation.”

Aislinn considered this. “Your mum’s human, isn’t she?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Well, then, the solution’s simple.”

Following Miss Gold’s instructions, Lizzie got out her mobile and called her mother. As a primary school teacher, Jordan was invariably awake by five in the morning, so she could be at work and fully awake by seven, in time for her students to arrive. So Lizzie had no doubt she’d answer the phone.

Sure enough, the dial tone stopped after only three rings, and her mother’s voice filled her ear. “Lizzie?”

“Hi, Mum.”

“What’s up, love? You never call me this early! I’d have thought you’d be sleeping off yet another wild night out, like you do every day that ends in a ‘y’.” Jordan chuckled at her own joke.

“I’m actually calling to let you know, Mum, I’ve decide to drop out of uni.”

There was a long pause. “OK,” Jordan said slowly. “What’s brought this on? I thought you were enjoying yourself...”

“I was - I’ve made some friends, and had some great fun, but the course just doesn’t interest me any more...”

“I see... Well, I’d never force you to carry on with it if you don’t want to - like I even could! But I guess I’m just trying to understand. This is all very sudden!”

Lizzie fought to keep her tone neutral - not easy, as Aislinn’s toes were brushing up her latex-clad thigh. “W-well, see, I kinda met someone, Mum. And I’ve decided to go travelling with her for a bit...”

“You’ve met someone? Who? Where are you going?”

She bit her lip. She should’ve known that inferring she had a new girlfriend would only make Jordan more curious, rather than mollifying her. Time to use her ‘talents’, as her Mistress had put it.

Drawing from the well of dark magic deep within herself, she poured her willpower through the phone and into her mother’s mind. “You don’t need to worry about that, Mum,” she reassured her. “And you don’t need to worry about where I am, or what I’m doing - or think about me at all, really, unless I get in touch with you. As far as you’re concerned, I’m out of sight, out of mind. But if you do think about me, or if someone asks about me, you know I’m travelling with someone I trust, and I’m safe and happy and having fun. OK?”

Another pause. “OK, love,” Jordan said at last, her tone dreamily compliant.

“You should give Dad a call and let him know what’s going on with me, and that there’s no need to worry,” Lizzie suggested, before letting the enthralling power fade from her voice. “I’ve got to go now, Mum. Love you.”

“Love you too, Lizzie,” her mother replied.

The demon hung up and placed the phone in Aislinn’s outstretched hand. “No need for you to have this any more, is there?” the hypnotist said with a crooked grin.

“No, Mistress.”

“What’s the PIN?”

“1208, Mistress.”

Aislinn tapped away at the phone for a few seconds. “Not any more,” she chuckled, and then threw it carelessly onto the bed. “You should probably give me your money as well, pet.”

“I don’t carry any, Mistress,” Lizzie answered apologetically. “I’ve never needed to...”

“Because you can control people’s minds, of course,” Aislinn completed the sentence with a sigh. “But you have a bank account, right?”

“Yes Mistress,” the demoness replied hurriedly, eager to make amends to her Mistress for not having any cash on her person. “I can write down my bank details for you, and my debit card PIN...”

“All in good time, good pet,” Aislinn chuckled fondly, patting Lizzie on her shaved head. “You’ve done a lot of good work tonight, and you’ve more than earned that reward I promised you...”

Lizzie gasped with elation. Though her mind had been so thoroughly twisted, and her will so drained, that she found it hard to desire anything her beloved owner didn’t ask her for, she was still keen to be rewarded for her service if Miss Gold deemed it appropriate. “Oh, thank you, Mistress!”

Aislinn giggled. “You don’t even know what it is yet! Although I can guess what you want it to be...”

The newly-dominated demon nodded, gazing at her Mistress with wide, placid eyes. Listening to the hypnotist’s gorgeous voice for so long, feeling it buzz right on her throbbing clit, edging her and edging her... She so desperately hoped for release...

“Listen to my voice, Lizzie,” Miss Gold said smoothly, leaning forwards and looming over her. “Let it caress your mind just as it caresses your cunt... You know now, in the deepest parts of you, how powerful my voice is. How it can entrance your mind, and shape your thoughts, and vibrate right on your most sensitive spot...”

Lizzie shuddered, clutching at her thighs, unable to break eye contact with her owner, unable to stop listening to the delectable sound of her voice. In her peripheral vision, she could just see Aislinn sliding her hand into her knickers and beginning to touch herself insistently.

“My voice has absolute power over you, absolute control over you,” the hypnotist continued, her tone remaining steady even as she vigorously masturbated. “It’s the voice of your Mistress, your Goddess, your Shining Vision, pouring starlight into your ears, just as my eyes pour starlight into your eyes... And as you listen to it now, you feel those vibrations grow stronger and stronger, taking you even closer to the edge than you are already...”

“Ohhhh,” the demoness whimpered. She’d never delayed gratification for so long, and it was bringing her mind to the brink of collapse just as it brought her body to the brink of orgasm...

Aislinn’s fingers were pistoning in and out of herself now, her voice growing huskier but still even. “And on the count of three, Lizzie, you may cum, and when that happens, you will fall into a deep, natural, well-earned sleep, right there on the rug. And when you next awaken, my voice will no longer be your vibrator - for the time being, anyway... Ready, pet?”

“Yes, Mistress,” Lizzie practically howled.

“One... Two...” Aislinn paused, drawing out the last word as long as she could as she fucked herself furiously. “Three - cum now, pet!”

“Uh-ahhh!” the demon roared throatily, her body spasming from the explosion between her legs. She came longer and harder than she ever had in her life, her back arching, her eyes rolling, her arms flailing, her mind tearing in two. Aislinn quickly joined in with her own ecstatic bellow, and Lizzie sensed with the instincts of a succubus that her Mistress had orgasmed too, from the sheer rush of power that came from dominating others. Lizzie knew that rush well, but had never imagined it would feel even better to be on the receiving end.

Finally, her body spent and her thoughts scattered, she toppled sideways and collapsed in a sweaty heap on the rug, her fragmented mind shutting down as she quickly sank into slumber. The last thing she heard before losing consciousness was Aislinn’s weary voice, only reaching her ears and not her clit this time.

“Get some rest, pet. We’ve got a long day ahead...”

***

For a long moment after her daughter hung up, Jordan stared down at her phone, the red glow slowly fading from her eyes as the enthralling magic sank deep into her mind. She eventually opened her contacts and scrolled through to find Lizzie’s father, Thomas. Clicking the call icon, she held it to her ear, waiting patiently for him to answer.

It took seven rings. Thomas was not as much of an early riser as Jordan, but the phone he used to communicate with her was always switched on with the volume up, for two reasons: in case there was a problem relating to their daughter; or in case Jordan was making a booty call (as she had on numerous occasions in the years since Lizzie’s birth).

At last, the two-hundred-year-old demon answered the call. “Morning, love,” he said sleepily. “What’s up?”

Jordan’s voice shook as she replied. “It’s Lizzie... I think she’s in danger.”