Sandra sighed and glanced at her phone again. Fifteen minutes to closing, now. The place was deserted, as always this late. She had to talk to the owners again - there was no point at all in keeping it open until eleven in a place like this. Perhaps she should threaten to quit, this time. The other girl on the late shift had, after all. Sandra sighed again, and then sent a text message to her friend.

Place empty, closing in fifteen. You coming? /S

The reply was near-instant. On my way already! /T

Sandra smiled and put the phone back in her pocket. Tamara was her best friend. and she’d taken to come pick Sandra up after closing. Sandra appreciated it, now that she was alone. The stingy owners hadn’t wanted to replace Mona.

Tamara was cool, and after years of karate, was quite capable of holding her own in a fight. She never had, as far as Sandra knew, but she felt safer walking through the rundown area with Tamara. Nobody had actually attacked or accosted her, but she got a lot of catcalls when she was alone. 

The bell on the door jingled. Sandra suppressed a grimace, and put on a bright, cheery, fake smile for the lone guy coming into the coffee shop. Hopefully he’d just want something simple, and then be on his way.

Larry chuckled to himself as he waited for the door to close and then flipped the sign from Open to Closed. Who knew, it might work, and he had no need for company. The girl behind the counter had been smiling, but the smile slipped and was replaced by a frown as he turned and walked towards her.

“We’re still open,” she said, uncertainly. Larry grinned at her.

“You are, yes, but the shop is closed,” he informed her.

“What?” she said. She was pretty when confused, he decided. That might be worth keeping in mind. She was pretty all the time, though, so it might not be worth the bother. He stopped a few feet away and looked her over. The part he could see above the counter, which was not the best part, alas.

That part was her ass, a big, round, wide zinger of an ass. He’d seen it before, when he’d chanced to walk in here, and had scouted her and the place out a few weeks ago. Luckily, her schedule was consistent, which meant she was alone here, about to close - and his for the taking. He smiled and walked up to the counter.

“How can I help you, sir?” the girl said, but she looked very unwilling to help. She still looked confused, but now also actively hostile. She was too well trained to let it show through fully, though.

This would be fun. Larry smiled at her, leaned forward slightly, and tapped his lapel pin.

Sandra briefly thought of calling Tamara, but as the guy walked up to her she felt it would be too rude. When he stopped and ogled her, she wished she had. This guy was creepy, and the way he’d flipped the sign to Closed set off every alarm bell she had in her head. Please Tamara, hurry!

The guy didn’t even order anything, he just leaned over the counter with that awful leer, and tapped the big, weird lapel pin on his left side. She glanced at it. It was weird alright, like something out of a kids’ cartoon. It was big and round, with a black-and-white spiral pattern. 

The guy put his hand on the bottom of the pin. Suddenly, it seemed to shimmer. Sandra blinked and frowned. The spiral didn’t move, but the pin... shimmered. It was subtle - so subtle she wasn’t even sure of it - but it seemed to be glowing with a faint green color that grew stronger, then dimmed, grew, and dimmed. Somehow, it was very... fascinating. 

Sandra found herself staring at the pin, and pulled her gaze away. She blinked again, and panic stirred in her belly as she realized she couldn’t. She couldn’t look away. The pin was pulling her gaze to it, holding it. The cold feeling in her belly grew as she struggled to break free.

Larry’s smile broadened into a grin as he watched the girl become trapped by the pin. They always were. So far, nobody had been able to resist the pin, unless they were too distracted to really focus. But here, in the quiet, empty coffee shop, late at night, the girl didn’t stand a chance. He watched as different expressions flittered across her face - surprise, disbelief, stronger surprise, then a hint of fear and panic as she realized she really couldn’t look away. And then, without him even saying a word, her face growing still as her attention locked on more and more thoroughly to the pin.

As always, his cock began to stir in response.

“Look at the pin,” he said, unnecessarily, but the girl’s eyebrows twitched in response, which was half the fun. She was staring helplessly at the pin already. And now, he could hypnotize her at his leisure.

“Look at the pin,” he said again, “keep looking at it. It’s so fascinating. You can’t look away. You don’t want to look away.” The trick was to start simple, with the simple truth. She couldn’t look away, that was plain fact. “You are alone with me here in the coffee shop, there is no other customer to take care of. You can look at the pin without worrying about other customers.”

Yes, he thought, just tell her the truth. It doesn’t matter if she likes it or not, her subconscious mind knows it's true. “It is late at night and you are tired now,” he told, and the faint flicker of her eyelid told him that one had registered. “You are tired and you would like to sleep.”

Sandra stared at the pin, helplessly. She couldn’t look away. Weirdly, the panic and fear that had started to grow had stopped growing. It hadn’t faded. It still fluttered, down in her belly, but the pin seemed to be growing larger and larger, and she found herself losing track of everything else. Including the panic. 

When the guy began to speak, she barely heard him, at first. The pin consumed almost all her attention, and she had to focus actively on his words. 

He wasn’t saying anything interesting, she found. He was saying inane, pointless things - you are looking at the pin, it’s just you and me in the coffee shop. Yeah, she knew that. She’d hoped he would say something outrageous, something she could latch on to and pull herself out of this strange daze. As it was, she had to struggle to listen at all. There was no point, was there, if he was just speaking nonsense. Sure, true nonsense, but nonsense.

The pin seemed to grow larger still, shimmering with a steady rhythm that kept her riveted. It was very strange. The guy was still talking. She made an effort to listen, but it was becoming very hard. And there was no point.

Larry suppressed a sudden impulse to poke her on the nose. She was so cute, staring fixedly at the pin - but it was a dumb idea. No, just keep talking.

“You are staring at the pin, and you want to stare at the pin,” he said. “You love staring at the pin. It is wonderful and fascinating, and whenever you see the pin you stare at it just like you do know.” The girl had been trying to break free, and had tried to focus on his words. He’d seen that, from the way her head had trembled. She had more or less given up now, he judged, having decided that he wasn’t saying anything she didn’t already know. 

That meant it was time for phase two. If he was only saying things she knew - well, then she would know the things he was saying. Larry grinned to himself. It wasn’t logical, no, but the girl behind the counter wasn’t really capable of logic any more. Right now, she was mainly capable of hearing his voice telling her the truth.

“The pin has a spiral on it,” he told her, “like a hypnotic spiral. It’s black and white, like the spirals hypnotists use. They use those spirals because they work so well. When somebody stares at a spiral like that, and really stares so hard they can’t even look away, the spiral hypnotizes them.”

The girl’s lips moved, very slightly, but she made no sound. As far as Larry could tell, she didn’t even manage to mouth a silent word. She was too far gone. 

Sandra kept staring at the pin, and was on the verge of giving up her attempts to break free. It was completely fascinating, and then there was the spiral. That was clearly a hypnotic spiral, and as she stared, it was hypnotizing her. She knew it was, she could feel it. The way the spiral seemed to fill her mind and seemed to be moving even though she knew it wasn’t - those were signs of her becoming hypnotized.

It was very hard to think, now. That made sense, if she was being hypnotized. Which she was, and therefore it was hard to think. It all made sense. 

It hadn’t been part of her plan for the night to be hypnotized, she thought dimly. She had been about to close, yes, and then... then the hypnotist had walked in. Yes. A hypnotist had walked in from the street, and since he was a hypnotist, he had started to hypnotize her. That’s what hypnotists did. 

Therefore, all she needed to do was keep staring at the spiral and let herself be hypnotized, and when the hypnotist was done, he would wake her up and be on his way. She could go back to... to whatever she had been doing. She didn’t remember. She didn’t remember much at all, except that the hypnotist had come into the coffee shop and started to hypnotize her. And by now, she was pretty deeply hypnotized.

Larry wanted to laugh with joy. She was deeply under already. Time to shift gears. “I am your hypnotist,”he told the now glassy-eyed girl. “You are my hypnotic subject. That means you follow my commands and instructions. You do what I tell you to do. You are deeply hypnotized, and when you are hypnotized you have no will of your own and you can’t think. All you can do is obey me. You will do that I tell you to do, think what I tell you to think, believe what I tell you to believe.”

Larry’s cock strained in his pants. This was going amazingly well, he thought. The girl was deep in trance now, and completely under his spell. It had been so quick and so easy. He wondered if she had been hypnotized before. Perhaps she had a boyfriend rather like Larry, who had found a way to put her under and play with her mind. Perhaps she was simply a natural, one of those people who seemed to be born to be hypnotized. 

That opened up possibilities. He usually did a confusion wake-up, leaving his playthings with very muddled memories of what had just happened, but this girl might be suggestible enough to accept full-on amnesia. It might even be possible to leave her with a post-hypnotic suggestion or two, for Larry’s and others’ enjoyment. Just a small, innocuous phrase that would make her turn around and bend over, offering that gorgeous ass for inspection and enjoyment.

Yeah, what about that, Little Larry groused. We were promised a big fat juicy ass and a tight, dripping pussy. 

Larry licked his lips. His cock would get what it wanted, soon. Time to convert this suggestible girl into a fully obedient plaything.

“Look at me,” he commanded her. “Look into my eyes.” The girl obediently raised her gaze and Larry suppressed a groan. Fuck, she looked hot, all glassy-eyed and vacant and entranced. He better speed this up or he would lost it right here by the counter.

“Look into my eyes, and go deeper into hypnosis. Listen to my words, and go deeper into hypnosis. Every word I say takes you deeper into hypnosis.” She stared at him, blankly, mindlessly. “I am your hypnotist,” he told her. “My name is Larry. I have hypnotized you, and you obey me without question.”

The girl stared into his eyes as he continued. Her eyes didn’t move at all. There seemed to be nothing moving behind that pretty face. 

Sandra led her hypnotist into the staff area behind the coffee shop. She walked ahead, her fingers tapping the access code by themselves, without her involvement. She moved easily, but she hardly noticed. She was deeply hypnotized, and her mind was blank.

She didn’t need it. Her hypnotist would tell her what to do. All she had to do was obey. She didn’t have to think about his words, or even hear them. They just flowed into her mind, and she obeyed them without thinking. 

It was easy to obey, to do what she was told. To do whatever she was told. He had hypnotized her, and taken her deep into trance, where her mind was completely empty and all she could do was obey. She had no will, no thoughts, no anything, except his voice. His words were her will, and her thoughts. His words were her mind. She was hypnotized, mindless, obedient. 

Larry took the hypnotized girl - Sandra, apparently - into the kitchen. He’d glanced into the changing room, but it was too small. The kitchen was reasonably spacious, and there was a nice table with adjustable height. That would do nicely. 

He took out his cock and began to stroke it, and ordered the girl to undress. She moved swiftly and easily, with not even a hint of resistance. As usual, the striptease wasn’t great - hypnotized women were too literal-minded, unless you gave them careful, detailed and far too lengthy instructions. What Sandra lacked in grace and elegance, though, she made up in sheer mindless obedience. Larry had to let go of his cock to keep from coming as she bent down and pulled her panties down.

Damn, she looked good. She was bottom-heavy, but she was damn nice all over. Decent tits, very perky. How old was she? Twenty-five, good. Her flat, monotone voice almost pushed him over the edge all by itself.

Larry told her to climb up on the table, and stared in delight at the amazing sight of a naked, hypnotized woman obeying him. He never got tired of this. He walked up to the table and ran his hands over her glorious rear.

She really had a fantastic ass, especially on all fours like this. A fantastic ass, fantastic hips and thighs, and yes - he parted her thighs slightly - a delicious, plump pussy.

He would start with her pussy, as he always did.

Sandra stood on the work table, arching her back. She was still deeply hypnotized and fully under her hypnotist’s control. He was going to fuck her now, and the moment his cock slid into her pussy, it would take over her mind. She would become a single-minded fuck slut, with no desire for anything except his cock.

She was already horny, and as his finger slid along her slit a few times, she felt the heat down there exploding. It was a hypnotic command, and she obeyed his hypnotic commands.

Sandra felt hands on her hips, gripping her, and then something hard and long pushing in between her thighs until it reached her lips, and pushed deeper. 

The hypnotic command kicked in, and Sandra forgot about the coffee shop, about the kitchen, about everything. As her hypnotist’s cock slid deeper, she became a hypnotized fuckslut. All she wanted in the world, was to get fucked.

“Oh yes,” she moaned, “that’s right, fuck me baby, oh yesssss...”

Larry had to close his eyes and resort to some old meditation-like mind tricks as his cock slid all the way in and her thick, round ass pressed against him. It was always difficult, after the intense build-up of hypnotizing the woman, and the warm wetness gripping his shaft made it almost impossible. He didn’t want to come, not yet. Not in her pussy. He would fuck her, for a good long time - if he could - and then he would take her deeper into trance and turn her into a motionless, mindless fuck doll. Then he would come, deep inside that astonishing, plump ass.

After a while, he managed to retreat from the edge, but keep his erection. He grinned down at his catch as he began to fuck her, slowly, in and out. She shuddered and moaned, and kept up a running stream of erotic commentary, telling him just how good it felt and how badly she needed to be fucked.

That pin had been the best find of his life. And to think, it had all been chance. The grad student who had made it had wanted to design a really arresting piece of jewelry, and had never thought about the wider implications. Larry had, and now the pin was his. Unfortunately, it was the only one in existence, and the only one that ever would be. He sometimes regretted melting the young woman’s mind so thoroughly. She was a sex-addicted whore now, and not at all capable of making another pin.

Well, Larry only needed one, really. It gave him everything he wanted. He grinned and ran his hands along the hypnotized girl’s back, down over the wide swelling expanse of her ass.

Tamara had waited outside the coffee shop, as usual, but she’d been suspicious from the start. The sign said Closed, but the lights were all on. Sandra usually turned off everything but the minimum while she closed down the shop. And she usually bustled around in there, waving cheerily when she saw Tamara. 

Tamara hadn’t seen her at all tonight. She could be back in the kitchen, maybe. It had happened before - some spill or incident that left a lot to clean up. Sandra usually messaged her when that happened. 

Fifteen minutes after closing time, when she still hadn’t seen Sandra and when Sandra hadn’t responded to the two text messages she’d sent, Tamara decided that the owners’ strict prohibition on bringing friends inside after hours did not apply to her, and tried the door. To her surprise, it was unlocked.

“Sandra?” she called. No response. The place seemed deserted. That was strange.

Tamara walked briskly through the lounge, towards the door to the staff area. That one was locked, but Tamara smiled sharply as she tapped in the code. Sandra had ignored that prohibition too, before. 

“Sandra?” There was no reply - but she heard sounds from the kitchen. Yes, it was Sandra’s voice, but it sounded.... Tamara frowned deeply as she hurried down the short corridor.

Larry had just sped up a bit more and was fucking his girl with gusto, when he thought he heard something. He paused, and Sandra whined below him.

“Don’t stop,” she mewled, “keep fucking me, I need it so much, I need your cock.”

Larry had just begun again, when the door to the kitchen suddenly slammed open.

“What the fuck?! Sandra, what are you doing?”

Larry jumped, his cock sliding right out of Sandra’s pussy, and whirled to face the door. A strange girl - woman; she looked the same age as Sandra - was standing there, with an expression of shock and disbelief.

“What the fuck is going on?” the girl said and took a few, uncertain steps forward. “Sandra?” 

Sandra didn’t reply, of course. She was oblivious to everything except her overwhelming need to be fucked, and she just swayed her ass enticingly, and begged Larry to come back.

“Who the hell are you, mister?” The stranger now looked wildly suspicious.

“I could ask the same of you,” Larry said, trying to recover from his shock. Who was this girl? She seemed to know Sandra... Shit.

“I don’t believe this is any of your business,” he said, but even he could hear he didn’t sound very convincing. It was hard to do while standing naked beside a naked woman, with your cock rapidly flagging.

“The hell you say,” the girl said and walked up to Sandra. “Sandra. Hey, Sandra. It’s me, Tamara. Are you all right? What’s going on?”

Larry chuckled happily as Sandra didn’t react at all to her friend’s appearance. She really was an amazing subject, he thought. She stayed where she was and what she was, a hypnotized fuckslut with only one thing on her mind.

“The café is closed," Larry said. "I will escort you off the premises." He was beginning to recover, now. Sandra was still his.

“No, you won’t,” the girl said and advanced towards him. She looked furious and he shrank back, involuntarily. This girl was taller, stronger and way more menacing than sweet Sandra. She would be cute, though, if she didn’t look so angry. Then she was upon him.

“Listen, pal, I don’t know who you are or what is going on. But that’s my friend, and she’s gonna close the shop and come home with me.”

“She doesn’t want to,” Larry said. “She will come home when we are finished.” Yes, that had been the plan all along, although he’d have to modify it slightly now. He couldn’t make her forget all about this. Unless...

Larry’s gaze flicked down to his clothes, lying in a pile on the floor. The stranger, Tamara - she was angry and upset, not calm and relaxed. Angry and upset, though, that was a pretty single-tracked state of mind. Focused, even. He had done it before, twice, when angry spouses had surprised him. He’d never done it to a woman, but it should work the same.

Moving rapidly, he jumped away from the girl and bent down to grab his clothes. He threw his pants at her, straight in her face.

“What?!” she spluttered, throwing them away. “You, mister, are in so much trouble...” 

Larry almost laughed out loud as she trailed off, staring in surprise at the shimmering pin right in front of her.

Tamara had just decided she would kick this idiot to the floor and tie him up with his own clothes, and then call the police. Something very weird was going on, and the way Sandra didn’t even seem to notice her was extremely disturbing. This was a time for act first, ask for forgiveness later. She strongly suspected there wouldn’t be any need to ask for forgiveness, though. She was more likely to be called as a witness.

The damn fool tried to stop her by throwing his clothes at her. She threw them away and gauged the distance. He held up his jacket, and she prepared to throw it away, and do a sliding kick aimed at his groin. It seemed fitting, and would take him down instantly.

Something flashed on his jacket and she glanced at it. No, it wasn't flashing, it was shimmering. It was a pin. Some kind of lapel pin, with a big black and white spiral on it, and it shimmered with a funny green light. Tamara blinked, and suddenly felt disoriented. 

Crap. She’d been about to jump him, but he’d managed to distract her. She just had to undistract herself. She blinked again. The damn thing shimmered so strangely...

Larry felt his cock rising again as the fury drained out of the girl’s face. It was just like those spouses. Amazing to watch. She had been so angry, and just about ready to attack him, he thought. So completely focused, her entire mind utterly fixated on that one thing. And therefore, utterly defenseless when a strange shimmering light tuned to one of the most absorbing frequencies in the human eye suddenly showed up. 

He laughed softly as he watched the tall black girl grow still and calm. Anger and fear and other emotions were good for focusing the mind, but they made it harder to control. At least for the emotional person. Not so much for Larry.

“Not so feisty any more, are you?” he murmured softly as her eyes began to go glassy. It was incredible, although in fairness, she had done most of the work herself. She’d been practically hypnotized already, by her anger and her intent focus on him. All he’d had to do was switch her focus.

Larry played with his cock as he began talking to the girl. This was an unexpected bonus, but he couldn’t allow himself to be side-tracked. Sandra was still up there on the table, still moaning and mewling and whining, and yes - her pussy still glistened between her thighs, he saw.

He would deal with this other girl more properly later, but he needed to keep her occupied while he finished up with Sandra. Perhaps he could make her horny too, and put her in the corner to masturbate...

An image popped into his mind, and he glanced at the plump, pale ass on the table. Larry smiled evilly at the entranced black girl. Friends, were they? Their friendship was about to change...

Tamara blinked and tried to clear her mind. What had just happened? She had been... she’d been - what? She shook her head and looked around. There was a man standing a few feet away, a naked man with his cock in his hand. There was something about him...

She glanced to her right, and forgot about the man. Her best friend Sandra was on the adjustable table, on all fours, her world-class ass out and up in the air. Sandra’s ass... 

Tamara was by the table before she knew it, staring down at the thick, round ass cheeks. She moaned and slid her hand down into her pants, into her panties, and then bent down deep. She stuck out her tongue, and ran it slowly, wonderfully, along the valley between Sandra’s buttocks. 

Damn, she’d longed for this. She’d always been obsessed with Sandra’s ass. She’d always wanted to touch it, to lick it, to kiss it. It was all she’d really wanted, although she’d never told Sandra. She’d hardly told herself, but now the secret was out. 

Tamara sank two fingers into her sopping wet pussy as she lapped eagerly at her friend’s ass. Her tongue slid over the hole - mmm.... Soon, she would plunge her tongue into it, and then she would cum, harder than she’d ever cum before. She was completely addicted to Sandra’s ass, and now she could finally let herself go and give in completely to her addiction.

Larry laughed so hard he cried as Tamara buried her face in her friend’s ass. He hadn’t had time to hypnotize her deeply, like he had with Sandra, so he’d selected this one thing and hammered it into her mind. It was the only thing she could think about, and it had been insanely hot to see her come out of trance, squint at him as if she’d never seen him before, and then light up when she saw Sandra and more or less leap straight over to the table.

She was licking Sandra’s ass for all she was worth now, making happy, slurping sounds. She was also wriggling out of her pants and panties, and once she was naked below the waist, Larry would push her into the next stage. 

Tamara’s ass wasn’t nearly as nice as Sandra’s, Larry thought, while he fingered his cock idly and watched Tamara struggle with her panties. She wasn’t her type at all, really, he didn’t go in for tall black scary amazons. Average-height round soft blondes, that was his thing.

Right, so Tamara was naked now, and masturbating furiously as she kept licking up and down Sandra’s ass. Larry walked up to her and grabbed her shoulder. He held his breath for a moment, but she didn’t even tense up. She obeyed his commands in her mind, and let herself be led. Sandra’s ass made her weak, she believed, and so she was now weak and soft and docile, and Larry could lead her across the kitchen and sit her down in the corner. She was still masturbating, and whining softly.

“Nooo....” she said, staring longingly at Sandra. “I need... need her ass... please.” 

“You stay there,” Larry told her, and she whined some more, but stayed where she was and kept masturbating.

Larry grinned at her and went back to the table. He would lower it a bit, and then go around with the pin and rehypnotize Sandra. She was still acting like a hypnotized fuckslut, but there was always a risk of her drifting out of it if nothing happened. Hypnotic commands had to match reality in some way, otherwise they would slowly lose their grip.

No worries, though - soon Sandra would be completely immobile and completely mindless, and her ass ready for him, while off in the corner, Tamara would stare in helpless longing. The sight of Larry’s cock driving into Sandra’s ass would trigger Tamara into the last stage, locking her permanently into her new addiction. 

Sandra felt sad and abandoned. She was still hypnotized and still horny, and she needed her hypnotist’s cock so badly... Why had he made her crave it, and then left her? There had been someone else here, Sandra had heard that, but none of that had really registered. She. Wanted. Cock.

Suddenly, the pin came back. It appeared in front of her, shimmering so prettily, and it captivated her instantly. She couldn’t look away, of course. She didn’t want to look away. She was already hypnotized, and the spiral was hypnotizing her now, and so she stared at it and sank rapidly even deeper into hypnosis.

Sandra had no sense of time, but she felt her mind change. The desire for cock drained out of her, and was replaced with... nothing. She grew still, her body shifting to a calm, poised position. Her head rose, her back straightened, and she grew stiff and motionless. 

Her mind drained too. The spiral hypnotized her deeper, and as she sank downwards she became utterly empty and blank. She was turning into a fuckdoll, she knew. A living fuckdoll, an object, a piece of furniture with three holes suitable for fucking. 

She couldn’t move at all, couldn’t think at all. Everything drained out of her mind, leaving her completely empty until the spiral came back and hypnotized her out of it.

When the table whirred and sank lower, Sandra didn’t notice.

Larry hummed to himself as he put the pin on another table and went over to his fuck toy. Sandra was nothing but a doll now, nothing but a sex toy. Over in the corner, Tamara still moaned and masturbated, and stared with wide eyes at Sandra’s ass. Larry grinned at her. He might need to come back in a few weeks or months, and see how the girls’ friendship had changed. 

He slid his cock in between Sandra’s thighs, running it along the outside of her pussy to lubricate it a little. This was the highlight of the whole evening.

Larry slid his cock slowly up and down Sandra’s ass, kneading the soft flesh of her ass cheeks as he did so. He stared down at the puckered hole and had to close his mouth to keep from drooling. He’d never been so horny in his life.

Tamara stared at Sandra's ass, and at the man sliding his cock along the deep valley. She moaned and spread her legs wider. One hand drifted up to her breasts. She was so horny she couldn't think straight. Sandra's ass... it was like nothing else she'd ever seen. It made her all weak in the knees, and drove everything else out of her mind until she couldn't think about anything else. She wanted to kiss it. She wanted to lick it, and bury her face in it. 

Instead this - this man was standing there, and obviously getting ready to fuck Sandra. Tamara tried to focus on him, but her gaze kept drifting back to the magnificent roundness below him. 

"Nooo..." she moaned. It wasn't right, for him to fuck Sandra. Not in the ass. Sandra's ass was hers, not his. She'd always loved it. He was just... just a... just who was he, exactly? Tamara had to close her eyes for a moment as she slowly pushed two fingers into her pussy, but when she opened them and saw him still standing there, sliding up and down Sandra's gorgeous ass, she remembered. He had done... something. She wasn't sure what, but she had come in looking for Sandra, and he'd been there and he'd done something...

Yes, he'd done something with the pin. She'd looked at it, and - she wasn't sure. It was all vague and jumbled, but the pin had done something to her. And then the damn guy had pushed her away from Sandra, away from her best friend's ass, so he could have it all to himself!

Tamara growled and pulled her fingers out of her pussy. She sat up, but nearly toppled over. She glanced up at Sandra and the man, and realized it was Sandra's ass making her weak. There was no way she could stand up.

The man gripped Sandra's ass cheeks, and Tamara realized it was now or never. He was about to fuck her, and that just wasn't right. She hissed to herself as she scrambled across the floor towards the table with the pin, on hands and knees. Sandra's ass was hers!

Larry grinned down at the motionless round ass below him, his cock poised at the opening. He wanted to savor this moment - but he also wanted to bury his cock between those marvelous cheeks. Too bad, he thought, you can't get everything.

Suddenly, something poked at his knee, then again, harder. Larry didn’t have time to react before his knees gave way, and he fell. He twisted, but when he landed on Tamara he lost his balance and hit his head on the floor. What the hell...?

“She’s mine,” Tamara grated. “Her ass is mine.” She looked utterly crazy, her face twisted into a weird, terrifying snarl. She crawled up on Larry, brandishing the pin.

Larry stared at it, then rolled aside, under Tamara. It was good for him that she was hypnotically weakened, because she was strong enough as it was. Still, he managed to wrench himself loose, and reached for the pin.

“No!” Tamara snarled. “Mine! She’s mine!”

They fought over the pin - Tamara trying to move it in over Larry’s face, and Larry trying to get hold of it. Tamara had long arms, though, and they rolled across the floor without either one succeeding. 

Larry tried to think. What the hell was she doing? She was supposed to sit quietly in the corner, like a good, docile girl, and masturbate forlornly while Larry fucked Sandra and Tamara’s obsession settled in deep in her mind. She was not supposed to attack him, and she was definitely not supposed to try to hypnotize him! How did she even remember what the pin did? He’d filled her mind with Sandra’s ass...

Larry and Tamara were slowly moving out of the kitchen, and Larry was getting tired. Tamara might be weak, but the hypnosis hadn’t affected her endurance. She was taller than him and almost as heavy, and she fought like a cornered beast. He had to do something, and soon.

When they reached the corridor, Larry happened to see the door to the changing room. There was a mirror there, a full-length one all the way to the floor. He’d seen it before taking Sandra into the kitchen. Maybe...

With a huge effort, he managed to half-wrestle the thrashing girl into the changing room. If he could get her on top, and then roll over...

Tamara crawled up on him and clung to him, and Larry just barely managed to twist himself so he lay on the floor, belly down, with her on him. This was a dangerous position, and sure enough, her hand holding the pin was inexorably moving up along his side, towards his face. He was resisting, but she was stronger. For a moment, he thought of what she’d been like if he hadn’t weakened her. He wouldn’t have had a chance.

Tamara’s hand came up in his face, the pin glaring malevolently at him. Good, he thought. Now, all he needed to do was...

He grabbed the pin and wrenched it, twisting it around so it faced the mirror in the same moment Tamara pressed the button on the underside. Larry closed his eyes as the pin began to shimmer - and felt Tamara stiffen on top of him.

She stiffened, and then slowly went limp. Larry laughed to himself. Got you, again! The pin shimmered, Tamara saw it in the mirror, and now she was becoming captivated again. Captivated, and soon hypnotized and obedient. He would have to spend some time with her now, to make sure she was fully under control. This had been too close. Way too close.

Larry opened his eyes, and was greeted by the beautiful sight of Tamara’s slack-jawed, vacant face. Her eyes were already going glassy. Well, she had been pretty hypnotized to start with, this time, and the adrenaline and anger of the fight had served to focus her mind too. She looked gorgeous, there in the mirror, her soft lips parted and the light in her eyes dulling as he watched. 

Larry smiled, and glanced down. Tamara’s hand lay on the floor, he saw in the mirror, and still held the pin in a limp but secure grip. It was aimed straight at the mirror. Straight at her eyes. Straight at.... his eyes.

Larry had never been hypnotized by the pin before, but he was familiar enough with its effects that he managed to think some thoughts, at least, before the captivating shimmer took too much of his attention. For example, he realized that knowing how the pin worked, and how well it worked, was no defense, at all. Quite the opposite: he knew nobody could resist it. He also realized that the fight had served to focus his mind just as much as Tamara’s. And finally, he realized how pleasant it was, to try to break free, again and again, and feel your attempts getting weaker and weaker, rapidly, until you weren’t sure if you were struggling at all anymore, and you could just lower your head and stare at the shimmering pin with the hypnotic spiral, and let yourself become hypnotized...

Sandra blinked, slowly. Where... was she? Sandra felt completely lost and confused, and her mind felt like it was filled with mud. And - ow! Her body was cold and stiff and really didn’t want to move. But she had to pee... 

She was - on a table? On the work table, in the kitchen? And she was naked...? Sandra crawled down from the table, clutching the edges with fingers that barely obeyed her, and sank to the floor. Yes, she was in the kitchen, naked and alone. Her clothes... lay in a pile under a chair. Other clothes... in other piles. 

The kitchen was brightly lit, but she was alone. She glanced up at the wall clock. It was three-thirty. In the afternoon? Sandra stared at it and worked her stiff jaw.

It took her a while to stand up. Her legs protested, loudly, creaking as if she was an old lady. She shuffled out of the kitchen and to the bathroom in the corridor. She sank down on the toilet seat and closed her eyes.

Her body was cold, cold and stiff, and she was tired, thirsty and hungry. And she was very sticky, down between her legs.

When she’d peed, she remained seated. She was too tired to get up, although she had to, she supposed. She couldn’t sleep here. She had to go out and take care of the shop, didn’t she? 

Slowly, her mind cleared. As it did, her memories returned. At first, she didn’t believe them. It couldn’t be true. As they became clearer and clearer, and slotted themselves into a straightforward if impossible sequence, she began to shake.

She had been hypnotized. Some guy had come in and shown her his lapel pin, and it had hypnotized her. He had hypnotized her deeply, and turned her into - his own personal fuckslut. Fuckslut, and fucktoy.

It was horrible. It was also the most erotic experience she’d ever had. She knew it was the hypnosis - she remembered him saying it - but it was true nonetheless. She’d never been so horny, she’d never felt such pleasure.

Suddenly, she remembered the clothes on the floor. They weren’t hers. They had to be his! What if he was still here? 

Trembling violently, Sandra made her way back to the kitchen. Yes, those were his clothes. She recognized them. She also recognized Tamara’s clothes, her pants and shoes. Tamara was here? Had been here?

Sandra’s head was spinning as she tiptoed back into the corridor. She couldn’t go out naked into the lounge, but she could peek out and see if they were there.

The door to the changing room was ajar. She hesitated, then decided to have a quick peek.

They lay on the floor, motionless. Tamara lay on top of him, on Larry. As if they’d been cuddling - no, she realized as she saw the angle of Tamara’s legs. They hadn't been cuddling. They’d been fighting. But what were they doing now? They were just lying there, completely still, and staring at the mirror. 

Sandra frowned and almost stepped into the room. Just before she did, she noticed a strange shimmering in the air.

For an instant, she wondered what it was. Then she recognized it, and immediately jumped back and closed her eyes. She held her breath for a moment and then slowly opened her eyes. She couldn't see the pin. She could just make out the faint shimmering. Slowly, she exhaled. She wasn’t getting hypnotized again. Not this time.

Tamara and Larry were, though. They lay on the floor, Larry naked and poor Tamara with her legs on the cold floor. They were staring blankly into the mirror. Right at the pin.

Sandra watched them for a long time, as she sorted through her memories. She had heard Tamara, yes, but she hadn’t cared. She’d been too focused on Larry - on Larry’s cock.

She had heard Larry too, and realized she had heard him hypnotizing Tamara. She didn’t remember all of it, but enough. Somebody had licked her ass. It had felt good. Now... she knew.

What a mess, she thought. What a creep and an idiot, and what a mess. Right now, though, it was quiet. They were both deeply hypnotized by the pin. So, what should she do? Call the police? Well, yes - but she didn’t really want to explain all this. Besides, she should secure the pin, first. It was too dangerous. She would call the police later. Oh yes, she would.

The pin, first of all. She remembered how Larry had used it, on her and Tamara. It didn’t seem very difficult. And they had been lying like these for hours, probably. They were deep in trance.

Sandra looked down at her friend, swallowing. Tamara.... was addicted to her ass, now. Because of that idiot creep Larry. She hoped Tamara could be restored. But if she could be changed, she could be restored. That seemed reasonable. Restored, with the same methods that changed her in the first place.

Taking a deep breath, Sandra sank slowly down to her knees. She held her hands in front of her face as she moved slowly forward, and looked determinedly at Tamara, not the mirror. She bent down to the hypnotized man and woman.

“Listen to me,” she said softly. “Listen to me and look at the pin. You are hypnotized. You are deeply hypnotized....”