Human Weakness

“Hello? What can I do for you?”

Davis had been expecting something when the door opened, but he hadn’t been expecting her.

The woman he had come for, Priya, an employee from the other side of the merger was an attractive woman. He knew because he’d seen her pictures, studied her social media, and had observed her from afar for the past week.

The woman who opened the door, what he thought was Priya’s door, was something else entirely. This woman who was taller that Priya, with a darker complexion, and dressed in black tights and a sports bra, with no makeup and her long black hair piled in a messy bun atop her head, might have already answered all his questions.

“Hello, my name is Kent Davis, I’m looking for…”

The woman smiled at him, and her bright green emerald eyes looked deep into his, “Oh, you must be Ben’s friend, my sister is out for a moment, she wasn’t expecting you so soon. Come in, please, come on.”

Ben’s friend?

Expecting him?

Yes, Ben Taylor had been what brought him out here to the island, back to the island for the first time in five years, but the man was not his friend. Six months after the merger, Mr. Taylor’s name started to show up in a series of questionable, and unusual links in a chain of events that were unacceptable to his employers. It wouldn’t have mattered to anyone down the chain of command, but the higher ups were feeling a sting in their pride because their people weren’t the ones connected to the businesses successes. It was a chain of events that would lead to people being downsized and the other side’s leadership taking over.

Everyone could stand to make more money, but no one successful was ever happy to share, and that was the truth on both sides of the merger. For Davis, a business intelligence and security expert, his job was to root out the issues and solve the problems. 

Ben Taylor’s actions reeked of being handled, of social engineering, and the beautiful, astoundingly buxom woman in front of him was probably the reason why.

He guessed blackmail.

A well orchestrated and deeply researched scheme to put a high value, low visibility employee in a compromised position where they could have him pull subtle but influential string to turn the merger into a takeover.

“I apologize,” she held out her hand, “my name is Esha, I am Priya’s roommate and friend, she is like a sister to me so I call her that, and we think any friend of Ben’s is a friend of ours.”

When he shook her hand, and said, “Kent Davis, but please call me Davis, it’s nice to meet you,” she clapped her other hand on his and kept hold of his hand.

“Please,” she gripped his hand in hers and gently pressed her thumb gently into the soft flesh between his thumb and forefinger, “relax and have a seat.”

She also pulled on his hand ever so slightly as she said the word seat and led him over to the couch. “You must excuse me, I need to keep stretching for my workout, but we can talk as I do. I have to keep up my physical therapy, I have a few lingering issues from my youth as a dancer.”

Professionalism and experience kept him from rolling his eyes, and he knew better than to blow his cover, or to take the bait she was setting for him. There was no way of knowing for sure how they knew he was coming, and he wondered if Ben had caught on to the fact he’d been watched, and that it set off a red flag in Davis’s book when the man and his wife took a trip back here.

He’d wondered if Ben was at the stage in his moral and professional compromise when he realized he’d never be out from under with these women, and that even if they gave him their ‘evidence’ that it would only be another set up, another way to turn the screw. He could hear it in his head, he could imagine this woman saying it, complete with her smooth, British inflected, so charm.

‘Yes Mr. Taylor, this is the only copy. But don’t you think you’d feel safer, I know I would, if we kept our arrangement going? After all, how do we know you won’t try and do this to us?’

Davis didn’t need a confession, and he didn’t need to get this Priya woman on the hook, all he needed was to create some leverage and some continuity that went up the chain from Ben, to her, and to whomever she was working for. He wasn’t a cop, and he wasn’t anyone’s boss, he was a spy. He was gathering intelligence, and if possible, recruiting an asset, but that was the thing with spies, and whatever else this Esha woman was and whatever Priya was they were certainly spies, you couldn’t trust them if you tried to flip them, you could only use them and either cut them free and keep them in the back yard chasing their tails.

“You seem like a very contemplative man Mr. Davis,” as she spoke, she sat down and started to lazily spread her legs out into the splits and bend forward until her chest was on the ground.

“Well,” he let himself find his charming small talk voice, “it’s always awkward meeting new people. How do you know Ben?”

Big business had always been a part of international espionage and intelligence, and as businesses started to become akin to nations unto themselves, with vast fortunes of not just financial wealth and property, but innovation, information, and talent, corporate espionage grew in prominence, weaving in and out of national and political motivation, all the way down to simple greed and rival competition.

She sat up and turned to face him before languidly stretching out over the leg that was pointed at him, reaching for her toes and squaring her shoulders, giving him a pronounced view of her pushed together, semi-contained cleavage as she answered.

“My sister worked with him, and she suggested we have drinks one night.”

She leaned forward then, lowering her head to her knee, and continuing to speak, but not before letting him see a sparkle in her soft green eyes. “But it wasn’t like that. My sister said he was so in love with his wife that he would be a safe man to share my company with, and that he and I would get along.”

She was smooth, he had to give her that, smooth as glass, and obviously good at what she did. “How about you, you work together,” she looked up at him, right into his eyes and smiled, “yes?”

“Yeah,” she was telling him she knew that he knew, but when someone gives you what you want, it’s because they’re trying to take the initiative. Davis wasn’t going to drop his cover; you’d be surprised what made people get sloppy. “We’ve been at the company for a while, and we see each other around.”

He adjusted the collar of his polo shirt and then brushed at his shorts, “Different teams, I’m in data science, but you know how it goes. You never know who you’ll hit it off with at a company picnic or holiday party.”

She shifted her stretching, reaching her arm over her head and towards her toes, and he watcher the way she moved. She was lithe, so lithe that it made her incredible flexibility seem common. “No, you never know where you’ll meet someone, or how you’ll suddenly connect with them. Ben is such a delight, such a dedicated and loving husband, and his wife Shannon is such a delight too. They stayed with us when they were here.”

It was a trap, Ben’s wife’s name was Alice.

“That’s funny, he might not be as loving as he seems. His wife’s name’s Alice.” Davis made it into a joke and laughed at his own humor. “Maybe he has a secret family I don’t know about.”

The back of Esha’s sports bra was a series of thin crossed straps, and her shoulders and arms were nothing but long, lean muscle. She sat up, looked deep into his eyes and laughed, “Oh, I don’t think there’s anything about Ben you don’t know.”

Her emerald green eyes sparkled as she spoke, then she twisted further towards him and held her pose, breasts jutting out towards him even in the smothering sports bra. “But I wonder what he knows about you?”

She reached up with both hands then leaned backwards and he watcher her lithe, muscular abdomen as her chin tilted towards the ceiling, pausing to let her question hang there.

“Who knows,” Davis laughed, “I doubt he’d have any cause to mention me… or to tell anyone I’d be coming here. Let alone expecting me.”

Esha sat straight up again, then turned her back on him and started to repeat her stretches on the other side, “We assumed our relationship with Ben would inspire you, or maybe another friend to come out here to visit us, especially my sister. Priya is a very extroverted woman and we both love good company.”

Esha had an exquisite body, muscled and toned and limber as a dream, and as Davis couldn’t help admiring her, he thought he might take the bait or offer some of his own. “When Ben mentioned Priya, he didn’t say anything about a sister.”

At some point one of them would play the other, or get tired of the dance, and since they were both working from the same playbook he wondered if she was enjoying the dance, or was already tired of it.

“Oh you know, it’s as I said, we’re not sisters,” she twisted around to look at him, and he looked at her chest again, “not in blood, but we’re not simply friends, or roommates, or even lovers, we have a word in our language, but the closest in yours is sister. We’ve known each other since we were children, and we’ve schooled together, and danced together, and we both left and returned to the island at the same time. But I’m sure you don’t care about that. I’m sure you’d rather talk about more pressing things.”

She twisted away from him and Davis chewed on what she had to say. 

These women were both, whatever they were to each other, involved in the same business.

“Ben told us that you visited here five years ago, and I think maybe you met a friend of mine.” She twisted around to face him, and the laughing sparkle in her green eyes was a challenge, “Do you remember meeting a young woman named Rina? Many people think she is very memorable.”

Rina.

Davis made a point not to react, but he knew the name, and this woman was right, Rina was memorable.

She was light skinned, with bright blue eyes, or maybe contacts, hair that was dyed platinum blond, with an aggressive undercut,,

Five years ago she looked like she was barely out of college, and like Esha, had the body of a stripper. This Rina woman also had large breasts, not as large as Esha’s but still remarkable. He didn’t identify women that way, he was seeing a pattern.

She’d been an administrative assistant in one of the offices, and Davis had seen her on video sucking a man’s cock in that office. That man was the reason he’d been on the island. That man had been guilty of an aggressive amount of embezzlement, and then flagrant attempts at extortion, but when he’d been confronted by Davis, and then the police after he’d been arrested and extradited back to the States, he’d said it was all his idea.

Rina had her fingerprints all over him, but when he questioned her she said she’d just made a mistake. She denied everything, and as convincing as she was, he didn’t believe her. He took the blame for everything, and he wasn’t convincing, but he threw himself on the grenade, and threw himself at the mercy of the courts.

It didn’t matter how carless she had been, he took the fall, and even said that he’d taken advantage of her, that he’d coerced her into sexual favors at the office, and that was what was on the video. 

“But, she seemed to say it was unpleasant business, and I am sorry for you, because while Rina can be quite reckless sometimes,” Esha stood up and then turned to face him, “she is quite charming.”

Esha’s eyes didn’t leave his, not even as she clasped her hands together and stretched them up over her head before languidly shifting her hips and bending side to side. “And I hope you and I can have a more enjoyable introduction than hers.”

She unclasped her hands and let her arms fall until they were out to her sides, then she started to roll her hips back and forth on either side, “I hope that you can bring yourself to enjoy my company and relax with me. I will tell you everything you want to know, if you just ask me. I will only tell you the truth, it would only be right.”

Her voice was soft and mischievous, and her eyes were daring him to admire her body, to watch the serpentine roll of her hips, her abdomen and her torso, slinking like a belly dancer while her arms remained almost perfectly still, moving ever so slightly like the surface of a pound under the gentlest breeze.

It was a sight to see, because she was a sight.

“Who do you work for Esha?” He met her eyes, her sparkling, scintillating, bright green eyes and didn’t blink.

A good liar wasn’t afraid of the truth, and a good liar didn’t have to lie, they used pieces of truth in a different pattern and shape. He would take her word for it, and find the lie in her truth. 

It was better than second guessing the details.

“I am in public relations for our government,” her wrists rolled and her head moved to one side, then they other, but still her eyes stayed fixed on his, looking deeper into him, and he saw her confidence in that stare. “And that includes establishing strong relationships with visitors to the island. You understand this, your job is like mine, flexible, demanding, interesting… it is to be what you do, and what you do is to be what is needed for what you need, isn’t it?”

There was a roll in her shoulders, some training, some practiced use of muscles he didn’t know he had, that allowed her chest to shift and roll with her body as everything about her become more serpentine, more fluid and lithe, but Davis didn’t look way from her eyes, he didn’t give her the satisfaction of taking the bait.

He didn’t let her seem him acknowledge the impressive, captivating sway of her body, or the shape of her heavy breasts swaying and jiggling in her sports bra.

“So,” he smiled at her and let his own authority and confidence take control of the conversation, “are we done playing game?”

Esha shifted her hips and took a half a step back, her motions all looked like different small stretches, or limbering up motions, but together they became a sort of dance. Though, nothing in her face said she was leaning into this obvious act of seduction.

“I suppose we could be done, but I never play games, or perhaps I should say,” she stopped the undulating motion of her body and instead gave her arms and legs a casual shake before continuing her thought, “that maybe I never stop playing, because you know how it is. It’s all the great game. Move for move, we all play it. Now…”

She started to sway her hips again, more obviously stretching as she did, “what else do you want to know?”

The tone was as soft as it was confident, and she obviously didn’t think anything bad could come of this conversation. She was too comfortable in this confrontation, and it gave Davis pause. But, he didn’t show it, and he didn’t look away from her emerald eyes. He didn’t stop trying to read what she might show in them. He stared deep into her eyes, so deep that everything else faded at the edges, and he didn’t care. 

One of them would have to give ground first, one of them would provide an opening, and then they could be undone. There was always a winner, someone always could come out on top, there was always leverage to gain, always a secret or a weakness to exploit.

He looked deep into her soft bright eyes, deep into the gentle emerald green, and spoke, “What do you have over Ben? Blackmail? Did you seduce him? What’s the end game for him now that you obviously know we’ve made him, and are on to you?”

“Oh,“ her arms started their languid motion again, her wrists started to twirl, and now her dance became more obvious. She took a step towards him and her head started to sway back and forth, and her eyes led his back and forth. 

Back and forth, back and forth his eyes followed hers, and he saw the whole of her body, smooth, flawless, swaying to and fro, serpentine motions compelling his eyes to choose between her eyes and her body, different parts moving one way and the other as she took another step towards him while he sat on the couch and looked up at her.

“You cannot seduce a man like Ben, he loves his wife far too much to be seduced. And blackmail is so limiting and so dishonest. What is the point of giving something to someone, just to take it away? Fear and anger don’t inspire loyalty, and loyalty is the end goal with Ben, with all of our… you do not have a word for them either, it does not matter. But you’ve seen it, you saw it with your last friend that brought you here. More than love, or lust, we have our design set on the deepest, most abiding loyalty…”

Her smooth, ceaseless motions, her dance to music that wasn’t there still followed a beat and a cadence in her voice. She was filling up the room with every little twist and roll, and while he stared deeper and deeper into her eyes, he felt himself watching and following her body, led, distracted, and coerced into seeing what was in front of him.

She was effortlessly seductive in her smooth, fluid motions, and Davis understood why anyone would be tempted by her; more than Priya, who downplayed her beauty, this woman was the one who must have overwhelmed Ben’s better judgment.

“…as you’ve seen before, the last time you were here.”

Her hand came across her face and waved across her eyes once, then twice, and Davis found himself following that hand as it started to sway back and forth in front of her breasts. “You cannot seduce a man who is truly in love, just like you cannot tempt a man who is truly happy. You have a saying…  what is it?”

Her fingers curled and waved as her hand moved back and forth, “Ah yes,” she snapped her fingers in front of her breasts and Davis blinked then found his vision following her fingers up to her eyes, “you cannot con an honest John, I believe?”

He felt a little slow on the uptake all of a sudden, and for a moment found himself staring at her without a thought in his head, staring deep into her eyes, her deep green, soft, inviting emerald eyes.

Davis blinked again, “Yeah, that’s it. So, if you didn’t seduce him, are you saying he wasn’t happy, and you gave him a better offer?”

He realized in that moment that the rest of her body hadn’t stopped moving, and as she suddenly became still, perfectly still, he felt himself also suddenly become very still. Had he been swaying back and forth with her?

Davis put his hand down on the couch and leaned on it to balance himself.

“No,” her hips started to sway again, “I did not seduce him, not as you mean it, and I did not bribe him, or make him a better offer. Those are passing things that have their place, but not for our sweet Ben. I, it is more than this but again it does not translate perfectly, you would say I hypnotized him with my breasts.”

Davis laughed, but the sensation felt heavier than it should, like being underwater. “You did what? Do you really think I’d believe that?”

Her hands started to sway again in their subtle, fluid, serpentine twist , and there was a comfort to the motion, something relaxing about their steady predictable sway at the edges of his focus, and he looked her dead in the eye, deeper into her eyes as he asked her that.

“You cannot seduce a happy man, but all men are still men, and all men respond to breasts, and my breasts are very big. They stun the male mind in a way, they dazzle him and compel him to look at them, because they are beautiful, and sensual, and soothing. But their temptation, their power is nothing without understanding the mind of the man you want to enchant. I did hypnotize him with my breasts, as you would say it, but the only way to win a man as I needed to win Ben, was to hypnotize him with himself. To speak to his beguiled mind of the things he knows are true, and to speak to the parts of himself that long to hear the truth and be validated. That is what Priya does, she gathers intelligence and then leads them to me, where I beguiles their inner selves while I enthrall their male minds with my breasts so they can properly listen, and then agree, and then open themselves up to me and my sisters, where we can win their undying loyalty.”

“So…” the world had become smaller and softer, quieter and closer, and she was so much closer to him now, looking down at him as her fingers swirled closer to the sides of her large breasts, “…what you’re saying is you seduced him with hypnosis and social engineering. That… if it were true, that would explain…”

As he spoke, he thought about Rina and the hold she seemed to have on her mark. He thought about how stupidly, stubbornly dedicated the man was to taking all the blame, acting like a protector, like a good soldier, like he was…”a lot.”

“Look at my breasts Mister Davis, look at my breasts, see only my breasts, you cannot look away now, see only my breasts.”

As she spoke, Davis was planning on standing up. 

As she spoke, he was planning on laughing at her and ignoring her. 

But as she spoke and her body twisting and slithered to and fro, arms waving and shoulders rolling, her head swayed one way, her green eyes leading him, while her chest swayed the other, her breasts pulling at him, and he was staring at them in her sports bra, body still and heavy, mind spinning, like a tire in the mud with no traction. He’d been watching her body for so long that he hadn’t realized he’d become entranced by her every motion.

Now, while he was disoriented, Esha smoothly pulled off her sports bra and let her huge breasts fall free. He had no choice but to stare directly at them and do what she had just commanded him to.

“You cannot look away from them now Kent, you cannot look away from my breasts now. You are feeling their power, feeling their truth, you are just a man Mister Davis, you are just a man Mister Kent Davis, and as you stare at my breasts, you see that they are hypnotic, stunningly hypnotic and captivating. You want to look away, you want to resist, you want to fight, but you are only a man, and you know you need to stare, stare at my breasts, see only my breasts as they sway with my body, lost in the dance as I have been dancing with your deepest desires from the moment you saw me. Your eyes cannot resist the dance, and my breasts lead, and your eyes follow.”

Davis pushed his feet flat on the floor, and told his legs to lift him up from the couch. 

He told his arm to press down to help elevate him up from the sitting position. 

He told himself not to listen to what she was saying, and to stop staring at those swaying, bouncing, heavy breasts, breasts that were so big, so stunningly beautiful and compelling, so hypnotic that he couldn’t look away.

And he couldn’t stand up.

And he couldn’t move.

All he could do was silently watch her breasts.

“The truth is a dance, and you have come to me with questions, looking for the truth, looking for my dance, so my truth has led you, and you have followed, like your eyes followed my body, and now follow my breasts. My breasts are the truth, they are the answer. Everything else is fading, like unimportant details as you focus on what matters, seeing patterns, putting together the pieces, and in your mind you know the pieces fit, and you know this is the truth that leads you. You know you must stare at my breasts, only my breasts, hypnotized by breasts now.”

Davis felt his eyelids getting heavy and his thoughts slowing down, feeling his own mind working against him, unable to deny what she was saying, and unable to stop himself from staring as she continued her swaying, undulating dance, causing her huge, hypnotizing breasts to keep swaying and softly bouncing.

“But… this… isn’t…”

Those three words were punctuated by his heavy, blinking eyes, and thoughts disappearing, losing their train is her softness. 

“But it is. I have been hypnotizing you since you walked through my door, and now my breasts my most powerful and compelling hypnotic tools, are taking you where you long to be, down into my truth, down, down, down into my answers.”

She swayed, and he blinked, and the silence wrapped around him as she continued her dance. 

“We do not know you as well as we’d like, but we know your type, just like we know all men, and we knew Ben. And your body is limp with surrender, while your cock is hard with submission to my truth, compelled to grow and respond to me, just like your mind. But your mind will follow your body, unlike others whose bodies follow their minds. Now, just feel yourself following my breasts, only my breasts now.”

Esha’s breasts swayed with her body, and he could feel her eyes looking into his even as eh watched, helplessly transfixed on her breasts, “Anyone can be hypnotized for a moment, paused, stunned by the sensation and experience, especially any man who focuses on me as you did, drawn into my eyes, wrapped in the sound of my voice, distracted by my body, this is what I do.” 

She swayed closer and closer to him until his head tilted back ever so slightly to stay focused on her breasts, then she waved a hand across his face and took a step backward.

“But usually my breasts are less constrained from the first moment I allow a men to see me. For you, knowing how a spy thinks, I had to win your respect, and then cloud your focus, and now as you focus on my breasts, focused beyond thought, beyond choice, focused on my breasts and only my breasts, while your body sits and your mind spins, there is only the heaviness now, heavy and sleepy, warm and soft, my breasts are filling your mind with warm, sleepy softness as your body, your simple, predictable cock grows and grows. And you can be seduced, because you are alone. You can be temped, because you are unhappy, and when I tell you that it is hypnotism, that is it my huge breasts that sway, and sway you, you can escape your responsibility and…”

He heard more words, but his eyes were closing down, down into heavy darkness, smothering, soft darkness that washed over him with her sweet, warm voice, entangling him in her words. He was being hypnotized, that was making it okay. It wasn’t him, he was being hypno…

“And you feel yourself admitting that you are hypnotized, stunned into the act of staring, blank mind, transfixed by my breasts as your eyes open, opening your mind to follow as I lead you in this dance while you watch me dance around your denials, swaying you as I sway. Look at my breasts Kent, only my breasts and listen, because you want to listen, deep down inside, you crave what is happening, so just listen.”

There was a distance, a psychic, formless, abstract distance between the part of his mind that understood her words, and the rest of his actual existence.

“What I do to you, you stare at my breasts, falling deeper down under their spell, their stunning, enthralling spell, and you see that they are so big, so beautifully big that you understand how you are hypnotized by them, how any man could be hypnotized by them, but what do you do? You spend your days looking at weakness in others, exploring corruption in others, and you are looking at weakness now, soft, compelling, corrupting weakness, Look, and see, and feel their effect. They are the excuse you have always needed.”

Davis’s eyes were open, but he was locked in the back of his mind. He was starting to drool, and his body felt limp and distorted, too big and too small all at once, while his cock pressed up in his shorts.

“What could make a man do what he does? Greed? Lust? Ambition? What could make a man do the things you investigate? What is human weakness, what powers corrupt and blur the vision and the good sense of the thieves and spies you hunt out for your employers? You wonder all day, could that be you? You ask yourself all day, what would it take to turn you? You wonder, and you crave it, the test, the feeling, the thing you are so close to, so much familiarity with human weakness Mister Kent Davis, you see it, and it’s real. You see my breasts, my hypnotic breasts, and you feel the power of their size, you feel the reality of their sway as you sit there, stunned by the truth, stunned by their hypnotizing, irresistible swaying. Just look at my breasts, only my breasts, and feel the answers you’ve always sought. You are just as weak, you are just as corruptible, and you have had so many chances to give in, but you never have.”

His eyes closed again.

“You want to surrender now, you want to give in now, but you must keep staring, you must keep looking at my breasts, only my breasts, watching the dance, your eyes dancing with me, your mind following my truth as my breasts lead you.” 

It wasn’t up to Davis, he instinctively just wanted to stay in the deepening darkness. Everything was slow, and warm, and soft, and heavy, and nothing made sense, nothing felt real. 

But his eyes opened anyway, and as the sight of her breasts captivated and smothered his inner voice again, one little thought escaped. 

How was she doing this to him?

But in asking himself that question, he had to admit it was happening, and if it was happening, and he didn’t know how or why, then he had to realize he couldn’t stop it. All he could do was stare at those breasts as her body continued its entrancing gyrations, now bringing her closer to him, bringing those massive breasts closer to his face, only to take a swaying, enthralling step back that made his body lean forward after her.

It was so hard to keep his eyes open, but every time they drifted shut they had opened again and fixed on her breasts. He couldn’t even bring himself to keep his eyes shut when he blinked. He wanted to, he wanted to sink away into nothingness so badly, but her breasts wouldn’t let him. 

As she danced and swayed, breasts gently bouncing and jiggling in hypnotic, heaving perfection, he felt the deep heat of building arousal down in his balls, and the electric current of sexual need humming through his cock. As everything else melted into her softness, he felt that rock hard throb of surrender.

“Why have you denied your own human weakness for so long? It is not loyalty, it is not honor, but you hide behind those words. You cannot hide now, you cannot hide from your own male weakness, you cannot shield yourself from the hypnotic heaviness of my huge breasts, because if you could resist me, you would. And I am only telling you the truth, I have always told you the truth, I will never lie to you, you cannot resist, you can only get harder and harder, fuller and thicker, as  your mind slows down, and your balls swell up. You can only stare, you can only listen, and as you are hypnotized by my breasts, as you are open to me, and desperate for my truth, you can only listen without critical thought, but what I say will be rational, and you will find it logical.”

Her breasts.

He couldn’t stop staring at her breasts. 

That was the truth.

She wasn’t lying.

The more he saw them, and they were all he saw, the less he existed, the less the world existed, and the less meaning her words had.

He listened, drool forming at the corner of his mouth, his cock stiff, so stiff, and he couldn’t think. There was nothing to think of, just her breasts. She was telling him the truth, it felt so real… so true… 

He just wanted… wanted… it didn’t matter. 

He couldn’t stop himself from listening and staring as her breasts continued to bounce while her beautiful, perfect body swayed back and forth.

“You have not given in to your human weakness, because no one has truly temped your weak, male cock and mind. No one has ever spoken to your true vulnerability, your curiosity about how it would feel. The taboo of being what you hunt down and seek out in others. You have always wanted to be weak, to feel what they feel, to understand it, to know why and how...”

She bent her arms as she raised them over her head, then thrust her chest forward as the roll of her hips and the side to side slithering, serpentine wave of her body became more pronounced.

“Look at my breasts, see only my breasts, watch them sway, see their hypnotic perfection, see their stunning size and mesmerizing shape. See them, see how they enthrall you and compel you, see only their entrancing, hypnotizing hold on you, and listen. You are obsessed with the weakness you see, that my breasts evoke in you, as you are obsessed with the human weakness that creates your work and opens doors for betrayal. You have always wanted to know how, and why, but you have always asked yourself one question over and over. If.”

Esha repeated the word over and over as she continued to dance, and Davis’s eyes blinked shut, then opened on their own once he realized, or the part of his mind that she had ensnared and was now in control realized that his eyes were closed.

Every time he sank into the darkness it was relief, escape from the torture of his physical desires, and the invasive, inescapable, overpowering weight of her breasts and more so now, her words.

Every time he fell into the darkness, when his eyes needed to close, he escaped the fact she was in his head, and he just wanted to surrender. He wanted to let her win, or at least let himself give up, but when his eyes opened, that powerless, distant spark of consciousness took in what he saw, and started to process her words. 

He was fighting, but not against her, he was fighting himself.

“What would you do if someone approached you? What would you do if someone made you an offer? What would happen if you had said yes to any of those chances I’m sure you’ve had? But you always said no, because you were being professional, not loyal, professional.”

Slowly, painfully slowly, Esha lowered one hand and started to wave it back and forth in front of her breasts, and as it waved, he followed it, swaying on the couch. 

“But a professional is just someone that is bought, and sold. You have spent your life bought and sold, you have spent your life as an object, as a tool, something used for pay, and all of your assumed loyalty was not returned. All of your tenacious work has not garnered anything meaningful in return. They do not see you for what you are, they see you for what they need, and they need you to be something they can buy, or sell. But I see you, I see the person, the human, the man. I see you.”

Her voice had softened to almost a whisper, a gentle, sympathetic, delicate sound. Each word heavy with compassion, each word sinking down into his open, vulnerable mind. And as he swayed with her, staring at her breasts, blank and drooling, he felt her truth softly constricting his body, brain, and his cock. 

“And I do not see an object,” she started brushing her hand up and down, and his eyes followed, causing him to nod as he did. “I see a man who has been bribed, and lied to, and misused. All of  the things you seek out in others are what has been done to you. You, who has given his one-sided loyalty, and spent his emotional energy in shallow professionalism, are unhappy because you know this is true. That is why your mind has allowed itself to open to me, to surrender to the shock of my hypnotizing breasts, and why you remain here, listening, and falling deeper into the throes of my breasts as the more fully entrance you. Yes, you are an unhappy tool to them Kent, and my breasts have revealed the depths of how weak your unhappiness makes you.”

She touched his face then, as softly as her words touched his open, vulnerable mind. “I will be loyal to you, and you will be loyal to me.”

Esha brushed her fingers across his lips, then started to lift her hand up, and up, and without a word, Davis found himself standing up, and then standing stock still. “I give you my loyalty now, expecting nothing in return, and trusting your heart finds my truth.”

Esha gently took off his shirt, then pulled down his shorts, and he stood there, still following her breasts with his eyes except when her hand would cross his vision, sometimes to bring his focus to her deep green eyes. In those moments as he stood mostly naked, looking deep into her emerald eyes, it felt like she had reached inside him and opened a door to his inner most doubts and fears, while she also spoke directly to his deepest held truths, and together, the mix of both, the essence of his world view fell out of himself and into her eyes.

She stood there in front of him, forcing him to stare deeper and deeper into her eyes, and then she tapped him on the forehead and said “Sleep.”

Kent Davis didn’t feel himself melt down into the couch, but the first thing he felt when that small, fading spark of consciousness caught light again was Esha’s warm, tight pussy as she slid down on his cock.

“You’ve come to me for the truth, and you’ve given me the gift of your open mind. You are willing, and I reward your willingness with my loyalty. I reward your willingness with deep, and real loyalty. I will be loyal to you Kent, I will be loyal and you will be loyal to me.”

He felt his hands move, he felt his body waking up, and for an instant, all he could do was grab her by the hips and push up into her, fucking her back as he stared into her eyes, but then he felt a tidal wave of doubt and chaos building in his mind. Whatever trance she had put him in to get him to this place was…

“No,” Esha pushed down on his hips and put her hands on his temples and started to rub them, “you do not want that, you want to look at my breasts, you want to see only my breasts, soft and warm, like being inside me now. You want to stay inside me, you want to stay deep inside me, and you want to feel the hypnotic power of my breasts silence the noise and enthrall your consciousness. You are happy when you are hypnotized by my breasts, you are unhappy when you think.”

The gentle, circular massage of his temples caused his head to tilt slightly and his eyes to fall back down to her breasts, and as he stared at them, he felt her roll her hips slowly, and purposely, gently grinding on him, gently fucking his cock while her fingers and her breasts fucked his mind. 

 “You are happy to be hypnotized, happy to stare at my breasts and be deeply hypnotized. You are happy to be fucked by me, happy to fuck me, to touch me, happy to be seen and known. Happy to be hypnotized into seeing that only I know what you truly are. Only when you stare at my breasts and sink deeper into this pleasure, can you feel real happiness. Happy to listen, to open yourself more, to accept. Happy to be so deep inside me. You are truly happy, and I give you this happiness, expecting nothing in return, and you are happy to know this, to feel this, and to just be. To just be weak, to just give in to the corrupting power of my hypnotizing breasts.”

The light in his mind was dying again, and there was only the small, chaotic spark of surreal disbelief, hyper awareness, and denial that was fighting against his desire to lose himself and just surrender.

“Just be now, just be inside me, give me yourself as I give myself to you. Give without asking, give without expectation, give yourself to my breasts, give yourself to their hypnotic power, give yourself to me and expect nothing in return.”

Davis gasped, he tried to hold it in, that distant, powerless and conscious part of himself tried to keep it in, but when he came, when those words pushed him over the edge and his cock exploded deep inside her, everything spilled out.

“That’s right, give yourself to me and expect nothing in return.”

His eyes closed, and the pleasure smothered the flame, and finally he could stop fighting with himself. Finally he could just give up. But even as the darkness washed over him and something like sleep pulled him under the warm, heavy softness of her breasts and the pleasurable post orgasmic bliss that ran through his body, that smallest spark of consciousness would not let itself go dark.

“Here,” gently, as gently and softly as Esha had done everything else, she slid off of his shrinking cock and pressed a nipple to his lips. She caressed his head, “here, just feel it happen, worship my power over you, just feel it happen.”

His lips parted and he started to suck on her tit as she held his head, “Touch me, worship every part of me. You’ve brought me so much, you have so much to offer, and you want to make an offering.”

Her hair was still up in a loose bun on top of her head, but she was naked, and warm, and soft, and gentle. He needed her softness, he needed her to fill up the spaces, the chaos, the confusion that she had unleashed in his identity, and only her breasts, her touch, and her voice made it go away.

He felt one of her hands on his, guiding it between her legs, leading him to pleasure her. His hand moved on its own, responding to her body and her touch.

“You have so much to offer, you have a head full of secretes you do not want to keep anymore. You have a head full of secrets they try and bribe you to keep, knowing that they pay you for a service, not knowing that you will always have them, even after you retire. They try and buy you, they try and own you with their money, but you do not have to carry them any longer. You can let go of all your secretes, you can let go of everything and give to me without expectation, out of loyalty, the hypnotic happiness of loyalty to me.”

He felt himself wanting to please her, wanting to satisfy her, wanting to give her everything, and as he touched her fingering her while he worshiped her breasts and listened to the loving, gentle, enthralling sound of her voice, his distant, resisting spark of consciousness started to want that too.

“You can give me everything. You can set down all your burdens, all the weight you carry. Give me your secrets, as I give you the pleasure of my breasts and their hypnotizing pleasure and power now.” 

Kent Davis was a smart man who understood the world as a series of causes and effect, of motives, and of risks and rewards. He understood the human mind, and he understand the pressure points in different personalities, as well as the compulsive nature of different actions, behaviors, and addictions. His world had structure, but now it felt like the bones of this thoughts were all gone, and everything was soft, pliable, and changeable.

Worse still, he realized that it all made sense, and the last of his conscious thoughts were agreeing with her breasts, because her breasts were in hypnotic control of him now.

That was the new logic here, in her touch, in her voice, in the shape of her body and feel of her breasts, and he gave in to it as every word changed him. What shouldn’t or didn’t make sense became logical to him now. Her logic was contagious, her promises felt like laws of physics, and as she brought his mouth to her other breast, then slid her hand down between his legs, he heard a door open and close, but could not look behind him to see who it was.

“Is this him? The corporate spy?”

The voice was soft and teasing, touched with enthusiasm and amusement.

Esha’s voice floated over his head, “Yes, this is him. He is a very promising one, and he is where he needs to be. This one has brought so much to us, and he cannot wait to unburden himself. His head full of secrets is so promising, you were wise to have him find our Ben’s trail.”

Davis was getting hard again under Esha’s gentle, loving caress. No woman, no girlfriend had ever touched him this way, with so much love and so much desire. He felt her want for him, felt her body quiver and cum for him as he fingered her, feeling like an extension of her own body, not like himself, and he felt her craving him for everything he had and everything he was, but as he blinked, he realized she was whispering those words to him as he worshiped her breasts.

She gently guided his hand from between her legs, and pushed him softly away from her breasts, before putting his own sticky fingers in his mouth. He licked her taste off himself as the other woman spoke.

“Let’s take him to the bedroom now.”

He looked at Esha’s breasts as she stood up, and with one finger under his chin brought him back to his feet. “Follow me now.”

The voice was next to him as they walked into the bedroom and Esha led him to the bed, “Mister Davis, here, lie back now.”

His body shifted as Esha pushed him gently onto the bed, and his head was in this other woman’s lap. He felt her fingertips on his temples, massaging him gently and he watched Esha as she straddled him again, taking his hardened cock in her hand and guiding it back inside herself.

“My name is Priya, you’ve been watching me, and now you have found me and the answers you need. Look at her breasts. Look at Esha’s hypnotic breasts, and feel the way they reach your mind, just like her pussy swallows your cock. Feel the sight of her wonderful, hypnotizing breasts reaching out to that strong mind of yours, silencing your doubts and giving you what you have always craved. You are happy to be hypnotized, to be entranced into the truth, to know that we will be loyal to you, we give our loyalty without expectation Mister Davis, and we want you to be unburdened of your secrets, to share the weight with us, to finally be respected as a man, and not just a tool. Let us drain your doubts, and then let us empty your mind of everything you wish to give and forget.”

Esha’s breasts bounced up and down as she started to ride him with more purpose than befre, and as Priya gently massaged his temples, he could feel her fingers pushing into his brain. “Look at her breasts, let us hypnotize you, let us unburden you, let us drain your doubts and milk every secret from your mind. Look at her breasts, let us make you happy by taking control, let us unburden you, let us relieve you of everything, and given us control. It’s not your responsibility anymore, not when you see Esha’s hypnotizing breasts. Lose yourself, and empty your mind. Lose yourself inside her, burst deep inside her, and then let the answers to all our questions spill out.”

Davis was not consciously aware of the answers he was giving Priya, even before he came again, and by the end of his second orgasm, all they needed to get anything out of him was the sight of those breasts and a gentle caress of his cock.

After a time he found himself waking, feeling his vision focusing and his mind clearing. It didn’t last long, as he felt his cock swallowed up between soft wet lips, sucking and kissing and licking him. He stared down into deep, bright, sapphire blue eyes, as a dark skinned woman with platinum blonde hair deep throated him, but behind her, his eyes were drawn back to Esha’s breasts as she fondled them and stared down a him as he watched their hypnotizing, all consuming movements.

Davis felt those same soft fingers on his temples massaging him, and heard Priya’s voice in his ear as she continued her work on his mind, “Rina was supposed to have given you this pleasure five years ago, but you avoided her, and she was not as experienced as she is now. Now, she will do what she was supposed to do then, she will be your connection to us, and she will be our connection to you. You have gifted us so much, you are so valuable and special to us that we wanted to show you and give you what you are truly worth, and truly deserve.”

“Look into Rina’s eyes now,” Esha crossed her arms over her breasts as she spoke to him, “look deep into her eyes and listen only to the sound of her voice.”

Rina slid her lips off his cock, “Look into my eyes Kent, deep into my eyes. Men who stare into my deep blue eyes feel their stresses fade and the minds become quiet and peaceful. If you let me, I can always make all your tensions and worries disappear, I can make everything better, just by draining it all away out your cock.”

She licked his cock from the base to the tip, “All your worries, and all your stress come from you control, and when I suck your cock, I suck all the control away. When I suck away all your stressful control, I make everything all better, because it’s better to be in my control, then to have your own control. It feels so much better. IN fact, it feels so good, you’ll do anything for me as long as it means you’ll get to stay happily empty and drained. You know it’s real, you know it’s true, you’ve seen it before. Now just look into my eyes…”

He head Esha and Priya’s voices in his ears, speaking softly as Priya massaged his temples, and Rina kept eye contact with him as her lips slid up and down his cock.

“Cum now, cum for her, cum for us, cum into her control, and give us all your secrets.” Esha’s words became her breasts in his mind, as he stared deep into Rina’s eyes, he felt those hypnotizing breasts smother him as fingers massaged his brain and lips swallowed his free will.

He felt his eyes close as he came again, and all three women’s voices wove together into days and days of soft, endless interrogation.

He was theirs now, he knew he belong to them, and he knew that anything Rina wanted, he would do. He’d seen it before, he knew it was true, and when he approved of Rina’s transfer into his department, he knew he was inviting the fox into the hen house.