Repurposed
A Smuthunter Story

“Boys or girls?”

The voice came from behind and to her left, and as she turned around the young woman was shocked at how she could have possibly missed this woman when she’d scanned the bar.

“I’m sorry, but what are you asking?” Janet spoke with a practiced blend of confidence and curiosity as her hand moved to the blue crystal hanging from her neck. She was wearing tight jeans and a tight long sleeved top that with a low enough neckline to show of her modest cleavage, but that was more to frame the crystal. Janet’s appeal was her lithe figure and her face. She was a beautiful young woman by anyone’s standards, and she worked to frame her natural beauty and her hard earned and well maintained body. Tonight she wore her long dark hair down, and made herself up to look like she was hardly wearing any makeup. A lot of effort went into looking effortless.

This mystery woman was gorgeous. She had chin length black hair, a thin red blouse with a deep neckline that flattered her considerable breasts, a leather skirt, and knee high black boots that made her average instead of short, but it was her emerald green eyes that caught Janet’s attention. This woman was effortless in her sexuality, and the hunger in those eyes spoke directly to Janet’s own lust.

“Oh, that’s a beautiful necklace, I think I used to have one just like it. You’re nicely done up and all alone here, are you looking for a boy or a girl? Or, do you mind if I sit with you, of course you don’t,” this woman didn’t wait, she just sat down and met Janet’s eye. “Who are you hoping notices you? There’s always someone you might want to find at a place like this, but tell me, what are you looking for?”

This woman’s gaze was unflinching, and there was a hint of a smile when she’d said she’d owned a necklace like Janet’s before, but none of that slowed her down. The young woman continued pretending to absentmindedly play with her blue crystal while she met this woman’s gaze, and tried to soften her own green eyes to try and pull this mystery woman into them by thinking it and willing it to happen.

“I just wanted to get out and have a drink, and I guess, maybe meet someone,” Janet stopped toying with necklace, just so she could brush her long dark brown hair back, and hopefully pull this woman’s gaze back down to the necklace when she started up again.

This lady might be close to her mom’s age, but she was hot. And, if on the off chance she’d actually been part of the Coven before, then that would mean this mystery woman would have seen what their style of hypnotic seduction did over and over, and she’d have learned and internalized the idea that it was irresistible.

Plus, is she really was a former member, maybe Janet could bring her back into the fold. That would be a get for her, maybe even get her out of her mother’s shadow. Janet thought of the respect she’d get if on her first free expedition out, she brought back one of the ones that got away.

“How about you? You seem a little old for this place,” Janet didn’t know where that came from, actually she did, it was just a catty reflex, “I’m sorry, that’s not… what I meant was, this doesn’t seem like your crowd, you seem too… actually mature, not old, you know what I mean.”

The moment of knee-jerk hostility came and went, and as it did, everything she said after, the speed of her reply, its tone, all of it was supposed to be disarming, to make her easier to underestimate, and Janet sold it with her body language.

“Oh, you know it’s okay, don’t worry about it, I know what you mean,” the woman looked like she was drinking a gin and tonic, maybe a vodka tonic, and when she took a drink, she just smiled at Janet, “Tell me your name.”

“Janet,” the younger woman blinked, she had been right about to say the same thing in the same way to this woman, but before she could, her whole plan had been thrown off by the woman suddenly taking a drink, and then beating her to it.

“You’re very pretty Janet, and you’re waiting for someone, you want it to be a woman because you’re not really that interested in men, not really, but you’ll use one if you have to and you’ll have fun, but then probably pass him off to someone else won’t you? Don’t answer, I can see it in your eyes. They’re also very pretty, and very soft, you have soft sleepy eyes Janet, soft sleepy eyes that want to close now, and you can say no, you can think no, but it’s such a little word, and these feelings are getting so big aren’t they, now, Janet, sleep.”

Fuck.

She was… blinking… fuck… the words came so fast and she…

“You know I have you, you know you’ve lost already, you know you’re very good, you’re very good at what you do and you almost had me, but you know I’m better, because this is happening, it’s happening so fast you just don’t have a choice anymore do you Janet, no choice, just sleep now, just deep sleep in my voice now Janet.”

Janet’s eyes closed.

“You understand how inevitable this is doesn’t you Janet? You know better than anyone who might be feeling the way you do, so warm now, so heavy now, truly, deeply, impossibly sleepy now, that everything you’re feeling is inevitable, and everything I desire is irresistible. You’re such a good hypnotist, you almost had me, I wanted you, I wanted to let you take me, you’re so beautiful and talented, but I’m stronger and better, stronger and better than you, and that’s okay, because everything’s going to be just fine now that you know I respect you, and that I want you.”

There was a hum inside Janet, a heat that started between her legs when the disarming flattery, and the sweet, breathy sound of this woman’s voice reached into her ears, and as Janet felt that little tickle of wet arousal, she forced her eyes open, if only to feel the inevitable pull of closing them again.

Wow, it had happened so fast that Janet didn’t realize she’d been halfway gone until her eyes opened.

This woman met her gaze as she spoke, and those tender, understanding, humiliating words pierced Janet’s ego and pressed her buttons. When the woman said she respected her, Janet’s eyes closed again. Consciously the younger woman knew what was happening; Janet knew her subconscious was working against her.

“I respect you so much, I know that you could have captured anyone in here. Any man, any woman, any couple, you’re so pretty, and so alluring, you just glow with warmth and sex appeal, I was drawn to you, I was pulled into your aura, you know how to radiate your beauty and your power, and that means you know how to feel mine. You know how to feel the draw of my energy, my sexuality, you can be the moth to my flame now; show me how everyone sinks deeper, show me you know what the deep and peaceful sleep of obedience is.”

Janet wanted to… she didn’t know what she wanted, and that was the problem. It wasn’t supposed to be like this though, she was supposed to know, and decide how to respond. Part of her indoctrination, part of the Coven’s training and its history was for all of the women to experience the power they would wield, to know it, and understand its strengths and weaknesses, to always know that being masters of their art, they could always find their own self-control and…

“You can find your trigger honey, you can use your resistance mantras, you can press the eject button and bring yourself back up, but what happens then? How many times can you shake free, just to instantly fall into my eyes, or my voice, or more likely, down between my breasts? You look like you decided against the boob job, I think it was the right choice for you; you’re very approachable, very pretty, you’re the girl next door, and I’m sure the Coven needs those types too, but don’t you need to go deeper instead of fighting me? Isn’t that what you absolutely want? You’re not even coming up to get taken back down. You must really want to sink deeper if you don’t want me to fractionate you into deep sleep.”

The details of the Coven’s methods and the flattery were a trap door in Janet’s brain and it was like this woman, whomever she was, was one step ahead of Janet in every way.

“Who…” Janet blinked her eyes open, “…are you?”

“There she is,” the woman’s emerald eyes sparkled, and her voice was a smothering whisper, “I knew you’d find your way back up, you’re too skilled and too knowledgeable to not be curious, no matter how much you really want to submit. And you also know that going up and down takes you deeper, you also know that every time we put a mind into the deep sleep of obedience now… now don’t go closing your eyes, look at me, look deep into my eyes now Janet. That’s right, deep into my eyes, you can’t resist, you need to stare, good girl, keep staring, and say that again, ask me who I am again, ask my eyes now Janet.”

Janet’s mouth betrayed her, and her voice spoke to the green sparkling gems that were piercing her mind and her soul. “Who are you?”

The young woman had obeyed, and she knew it. She felt it open the crack in her mental defenses even wider and even deeper.

“My name’s Kayla, and…” She brushed her hand in front of Janet’s eyes, “…it’s your pleasure to sink back down for me.”

The younger woman felt the automatic response of her eyes closing, and she knew she couldn’t stop it, Janet had given too much ground already. As Kayla spoke, the younger woman looked into herself and started to repeat a very simple and powerful mantra.

I am not hypnotized.

I am not hypnotized.

I am not hypnotized.

She opened her eyes and felt the trance she was in slipping off her like water, “Who are you?”

When the young woman asked now, her tone was much more combative, her awareness was much sharper, and she felt herself back to being in charge of her mind and body.

Kayla, and Janet didn’t believe it was her name for a second; no one this woman’s age was named Kayla, leaned in a little closer. “I’m just like you Janet, only I should say, I was like you are. Now I’m in business for myself. And now,” Kayla’s hand waved in front of Janet’s eyes again, “now you’re feeling the last of your resolve slipping away, feeling the last of your resistance fading away, because you know you put up a good fight, you know you tried, and you know that you could have gotten up and walked away, but you’re here, so you don’t need your pride, you don’t need your doubts, you don’t even need your will power anymore. You know you want to be hypnotized, and you know that I’m far too skilled for you to really resist me. Sure, you’ll keep trying, but that’s because we both know it feels better when you resist.”

It was true.

The younger woman should have stood up and walked as soon as she could. She should have turned away and walked for the door. But she’d stayed, and now that hand, that gentle, subtle, ethereal motion of Kayla’s hand was making her mind so blurry, and breaking up so many of her thoughts.

It was hot, and it was dangerous. She needed to escape before this woman got her hooks even deeper, but it felt too good to just stay and let it happen.

This is how it felt.
This is how it really felt to be taken.

But that wasn’t who she was…

Janet started to try and stand up, but the slow downward wave of Kayla’s hand felt like it was magic. Janet knew the woman was in her head, and knew that she was already too acclimated to the woman’s suggestions. She knew everything that was happening, and knew that it worked, more so, because Janet couldn’t deny the base attraction she had to the woman, maybe more so because of how forceful she was… and Janet was feeling it, the submissive urge she’d cultivated and played on in so many of her targets, it was a side of herself she had never felt before… at least not like this.

“Besides Janet, there’s no shame in losing yourself to me. You know our techniques are irresistible, and you know that I’m so much better than you are. You know you want it, and I’ll prove it to you.”

Kayla’s hand had stopped waving, and now it was tracing the rim of her glass. A large diamond was sparkling on the older woman’s hand, catching the light and dazzling Janet just as easily as if the younger woman didn’t know any better.

It was also hard to argue, too hard to think, let alone argue with the fact she was still there.

“Just think, just think about every time you’ve captured someone and seduced them. Think about how powerful you felt then, remember how they looked as they fell into you, they were weaker than you. They look like you do now, they feel like you do now, and you know it. You know that you’re trying not to stare deeper into my eyes, back up into my eyes, my ring is very pretty but look up into my eyes, deeper into my eyes. See them sparkle in the dark, shining like stars in the night, holding you, captivating you, and pulling you deeper now. On the edge of the deep sleep of obedience, on the edge of complete submission to me now.”

The deep sleep of obedience, it was their term for complete somnambulism, the state of hypnotic trance where a subject was most open and willing, where the most work could be done to the and with the subconscious. It was so inviting, so wonderfully powerful that if you could show a subject how to get there, if you could lead them to it and put them there, then entwine it with sexual pleasure and emotional promise, you could make them yours.

Janet felt it, she felt the pull, but the shift in Kayla’s tone brought her back from the edge, and as she left it behind, Janet felt her brain stirring, her conscious mind was pleading with her not to be taken, not completely. 

“You’re not even trying to hypnotize me, you gave up and now you’re just trying to hold on a little bit longer. You’re not really fighting back Janet, if anything, you’re just trying to make it last longer, because you see it in my eyes, you know I’m just so much better than you, and you know, deeper in my eyes now, you know there’s no shame in that. There’s no shame in losing to someone who is better than you, and it’s better for you to just learn from this, learn to surrender to me now, and just learn from the pleasure of losing. Learn from being taken, and learn to feel what you’ve made so many other people feel. If you really wanted to be a better hypnotist, you’d just close your eyes and sink into a deep trance now, mind as empty and black as a starless night.”

As Kayla spoke, Janet had tried to stop listening again, and she even tried to remember how to stand up and walk away, but the older woman’s hand started it’s slow, languid caress of the air again, and it kept breaking up Janet’s thought process, and then those eyes, those pretty emerald green eyes, eyes that looked at her with so much lust, and so much want, so much pure desire, had made Janet’s own sexual desires betray her. Then, Janet lost her grip, and then she was fading. Kayla had been talking for some time before the words started to make sense again, but those eyes never broke from Janet’s, and the subtle shifts in her tone didn’t let Janet close her own eyes.

“…in the Coven right now, you’d be melting for me, wet and desperate for a touch, or a kiss, waiting for more attention from me, telling you how beautiful you are as you feel the pleasure wash over you. And you’re so pretty and sweet, you’re so sexy as your eyes drift shut and your shoulders slump, eyes too heavy to open, mind so warm and fuzzy, wanting to feel my voice, and…”

Kayla’s hand reached across the table and caressed the back of Janet’s hand, “…my touch is taking you even deeper now. If you weren’t in the Coven you’d be able to just fall so much deeper, and feel even more pleasure, and don’t you want that Janet, show me you do and give me your necklace, just for now, just to feel even better, just to get what you truly need.”

Kayla’s hand stroked up and down Janet’s arm as she spoke, and when Kayla told her to give her the necklace, that soft touch, that hand pulled on hers, delicate fingers sliding down Janet’s own.

“Give me your necklace and give me control now Janet. Open your eyes and look deep into mine while you leave your mind behind so your world can just stay empty and black as a starless night.”

Empty and black as a starless night.

It was easy, it felt just as easy as Janet had told all her victims it was to obey, and she had been right.

Empty and black as a starless night.

The clasp came loose and she held the chain in her hand, and…

“…it’s so heavy for you to hold and to wear. It’s such a burden to always be in control Janet. Give up the control that comes with the crystal, give me…”

Her eyes weren’t staying open, and she felt warm hands close over hers.

“Just… deeper… good girl…”

Empty and black as a starless night.

Janet’s eyes opened, and she couldn’t speak or move. She knew what was happening; she knew that despite her awareness, she was deep. It made her even wetter when she tried to move. It made her hot when she tried to speak. It made her bite her lower lip and squirm, small actions beyond conscious control when she tried to fight, and the more she tried to look away from that pretty blue crystal as it dipped down, and down and down into Kayla’s cleavage, the hotter Janet got.

“Where is your crystal? Where is your control?”

Janet tried to speak, but heat throbbed through her.

“Answer and obey Janet. Where is your crystal? Where is your control?”

She could only muster a “you” before a silent orgasm shuddered through her body.

Kayla smiled, “Good girls get to have orgasmic obedience don’t they. Nod your head since you understand better than anyone now.”

Janet’s head nodded without the filter of reflection, consideration, or self-control.

“We’re going to leave now, and I’m going to take you with me Janet. I need you. I need your body and your mind, and I need your abilities. I wasn’t planning on meeting you, this was just a happy accident, but since you’ve fallen into my lap, what do they teach us? What does the Coven teach us? Answer and obey Janet.”

“Nu…” her voice trembled and she was still gasping from her silent climax from seconds before. It was impossible not to stare down into Kayla’s cleavage now, down where the crystal disappeared, at least until the older woman reached out with a finger and tipped Janet’s chin up, making her stare deep into those beautiful emerald eyes.

“Nu…never waste an…” it felt good to obey, it felt easy to give in to Kayla, it was all Janet wanted… ”an… opportunity.”

I am not… hypno… I am deeply…

I am not… I am… I am not…

“What are you Janet, answer and obey now.”

“I am deeply hypnotized.”

God it felt good, god she was soaked, god she wanted Kayla to make it all disappear.

“Follow me now.”

Janet felt herself standing up and walking after the older woman, and it was happening automatically. Whatever Kayla had done to her when she was completely under, it had stuck deep and opened up something profoundly powerful. The woman had found some submerged need, and now Janet couldn’t help herself.

Kayla had given her permission to submit by taking away her control.

“Empty and black as a starless night, following now without thought or memory like a good girl always does.”

Empty and black as a starless night.

Empty and black as a starless night.

Empty and…

They were in a hotel room, and Janet didn’t know which one. Kayla had taken Janet’s purse from her and the younger woman had become aware of herself again halfway through taking off her shoes.

“How many have you claimed for the Coven sweetie?”

Janet took a deep and steadying breath as she slid her other shoe off, “I, uh, how could you tell I was…”

“Back to yourself? You were so deep that when you came out your whole body changed. You’re a rookie aren’t you?”

The touch of laughter in the woman’s voice cut deep. It felt like a challenge, “I’ve been targeting and recruiting students at my university, but…”

“Oh my god, was this your first time out in the wild? And you tried… well, you have good taste, I’d be a catch for anyone. You poor thing, now I almost feel bad about snaring you.”

Janet thought she’d press her luck, but wasn’t sure if that was what she even really wanted, “You could always let me go.”

“Why would I do that? You’ll have a lifetime of chances to snare your own, and even though I left the Coven, I still never let an opportunity go to waste. Besides, don’t you want to be here with me? Isn’t this exactly what you wanted, but just flipped around?”

Maybe, if she played her cards right, this woman would keep underestimating her and Janet could retake control. As much as this deep need to surrender had been awakened, the restorative experience of deep trance had allowed Janet to rally. Janet was a powerful, dominant woman. She was a member of the Coven. She was raised to be in power, and to be in charge.

“Well, I know what I was going to do with you, but I don’t know what you’re planning, or who you are. Women that leave the Coven aren’t…”

“To be trusted” Kayla chuckled, and the condescension cut into Janet again.

“I know you’re smarter than that Janet. It’s a web of women brainwashing and controlling men and women in positions of power and authority for personal gain. It’s not a secret power brokerage, it’s barely political, and it started as a hypnotic D/s sex cult before people even understood what any of those things really were. Going out on your own just means you’re tired of sharing, and tired of, frankly speaking, dealing with all those other extreme type A bitches.”

This monologue was accompanied by Kayla walking behind Janet and starting to caress and massage her neck, shoulders, and arms.

“You think that these women, especially the inner circles are really using their power for anything? You think they’re using their connections, and all of that intelligence they’ve gathered for anything but wealth and comfort? They’re not. It’s all sex and dominance. Sex, dominance, and greed. Once you get a taste for power, all you want is more. I know I did, and I knew once I had it, once I could reach out and start changing things if I wanted to, all I really wanted…”

Her hands slid around Janet and cupped her pert tits over her tight blouse, “is for you to be empty and black as a starless night.”

The world was dimming and Janet felt warm hands under her top, sliding under her bra, and pinching her nipples. Every flicker of sensation as she swam through the void of Kayla’s words made her moan.

She’d been so present and so aware, she thought she was getting her feet under her, but now…

She was talking, “You have my control.”

Janet tried the mantra again, she tried to wake herself again, but as Kayla kept playing with her nipples, telling her how much more sensitive they were, how they were like two little clitty titties, all she could say was, “I am deeply hypnotized. The more I resist, the deeper I sink.”

“Do you like men Janet?”

The words didn’t make sense, she liked having her clitty titties played with by Kayla. She liked being empty. She liked being on the edge of an orgasm so big it would make the world disappear.

“Answer and obey Janet, do you enjoy sex with men?’

“Suh….mmmmm” trying to say sometimes became a moan of pleasure, so she tried again, “Sometimes… but I… girls are…”

“Yes, girls are your first preference, but if you liked a man, if you were attracted to a man, would you feel sexually attracted to him? Answer and obey, tell me completely and honestly now.”

Janet had wanted to wonder if she was only a lesbian, and if the men she’d seduced and fooled around with, just enough to get on the hook and deliver to her mother, had been for show. But as Kayla’s hand slid down between Janet’s legs and she said, “tell me the truth”, Janet had to decide what that truth was.

Yes, she’d enjoyed being sexually active with men.

“Yes. I, sometimes I like men.”

Kayla was undressing her now, and Janet stood still, moving only when a touch coaxed her to. As clothing fell away, Kayla’s lips would press softly against exposed skin, making Janet gasp and quiver in moments of ecstasy.

“You’re so beautiful, and so naturally malleable Janet. There’s so much need to please deep down inside you, and the only way you can please me, and you need to please me…”

Lips gently sucked on one of her nipples as a finger traced her pussy lips… “is to be perfectly honest with me. Tell me the truth about your sexual desires, when you seduce and destroy men for the Coven, do you enjoy it?”

Janet wished she could move, she wished she could grab Kayla and… and… have her, but all she could do was moan out her answer, “Yes. It feels good to take them and break them.”

“That’s all I needed to know, now it’s time to be empty and black as a starless night.”

Janet felt soft strong hands holding her, pulling her back, and over and over those words were whispered in her ear, until finally there was nothing, nothing until she was nothing.

In the emptiness that the young woman could not consciously remember, she was held, naked in Kayla’s arms as the older woman guided Janet’s hand between her own legs, making the hypnotized girl masturbate and climax over and over while filling her mind with suggestions.

Janet was lost and almost catatonic in hypnotic sleep, feeling Kayla’s hand over hers, guided into self-pleasure, mind spread like her legs, brainwashed by her own self touch as the ideas that filled her started to become her own. Kayla’s voice was so soft and smooth, and everything felt so natural.

Janet was just a tool for the Coven.

Janet was just a toy for Kayla.

Being a toy felt better than being a tool.

But toys can be tools, tools for fun and pleasure.

Good girls were good toys, and good toys were never just tools.

Janet could help Kayla.

Janet would help Kayla.

Janet wanted to be played with.

Kayla had a sexy game for her.

Kayla had a special job for her.

She could be a toy for Kayla by being a tool for her now.

It was her idea.

She wanted to help Kayla.

She wanted to help however she could.

She would do anything, because she was a toy, and toys had owners.

Toys were for fun, and tools were for work.

The Coven didn’t want her to have fun.

The Coven didn’t want her to ever feel this way, or this good.

They were her old owners, they were bad owners.

Tools could be turned into toys, and toys could be the best tools.

It was her idea to help Kayla.

It was her idea to help her owner now.

Kayla was her owner, and she wanted to make her owner so happy.

Make Kayla happy to own her, because she was happy to be owned by Kayla.

It was her idea to do anything to make Kayla her happy owner now.

Janet’s first conscious memory was of having a face full of Kayla’s pussy. Her conscious mind slowly started to piece together what she was compulsively doing, and the more she tried to slow down or stop, the more she tried to speak, the better Kayla’s hands on her head felt, and the more she wanted to press her face into the older woman’s sweet slickness; Janet couldn’t get enough.

Kayla was still fully dressed, and her panties were only pulled to the side, not off. Kayla held Janet’s head in place as she sat on the edge of the bed, legs spread, leaning back on a pillow. It registered to Janet that she was naked and this woman was not, and she knew it as the power play that it was.

It was almost comical that Kayla would need to add this little flourish, because Janet knew she was wrapped around Kayla’s finger now, but that though was lost in the taste of honey sweet pussy. She’d never tasted anything better, and that made her smile, Janet had used that suggestion on her prey as well.

Kayla pulled her closer in at that moment, pulling her hair as she did. Janet’s body felt loose and pliable, and the mist of trance descended over her again. Then, it was morning, and she was waking up naked with Kayla’s taste still on her lips. The older woman’s fingers slid into Janet’s willing pussy, and teasingly sweet words brushed her ear.

“What does my good little toy want to do?”

“I,” Janet couldn’t move, and she could barely speak ,”I want to help you, I want to do anything for you, anything I can.”

“Good girl, the first thing you can do is cum…”

Janet shuddered from head to toe as the orgasm started behind her eyes and between her legs before it swallowed her up entirely, “and what else can you do?”

“I,” she gasped a few deep breaths and felt her body return to itself, then instinctively, she snuggle up against her silk pajama clad captor, “I’ll get him for you, I’ll bring him back here, I’ll do whatever it takes to help you and make you happy.”

“Good girl,” Kayla slid her sticky fingers into Janet’s mouth, and the young woman mindlessly liked her own taste off of them. She fell back into the mist as Kayla stroked her hair and kept whispering in her ear. The words become formless shapes of sound and feeling, and Janet was gone…

She didn’t have a conscious memory of being told who that him was, but it didn’t matter to Janet now, only pleasing Kayla mattered. It was all Janet wanted.

“Hi, can I sit with you, all the other tables have gross people.”

Thomas Ward looked up from his laptop and met the pretty young woman’s soft green-eyed smile with one of his own. She was distinctly pretty, but not at first glance. At first glance, at least the one he gave her when she walked into the coffee shop, she just looked like a hot college girl. It felt modestly inappropriate to admire her, given his assumed ten to fifteen year age gap, but it wasn’t enough to keep him from stealing a more appraising look.

She was tallish, and lithe like an athlete, or a yoga girl, and she was wearing a long floral skirt and a white sleeveless top that showed off her arms and fell loosely from her shoulders. The pretty girl’s big sunglasses were up, and her tanned skin was glowing.

He felt a tickle of fear run along his spine, but he’d felt that way for a long time now. In the months between escaping Kayla and settling down here, he always half expected to see her show up.

It had been a strange twist of fate that had saved him from her.

The car accident had been relatively minor, but it had done something other than break his arm. It had broken up the pattern he had fallen into with her, and it had given him a moment of clarity. He got help, he got support, and he got out of town. Now, he had coping mechanisms to help with the psychological damage she had done, and he’d been deprogrammed to the best of anyone he could find’s availability. But, just to be sure, he’d decided to start over.

This pretty girl with her long, honey gold hair that was obviously dyed, but looked wonderful, and her sweet smile seemed like a small blessing in some ways. Maybe he could finally get out of his own head and his own fears enough to have a real intimate moment with a woman. 

“Sure, why not. I’m Thomas, what’s your name?”

He reached out his hands to hers and she took it, and let her eyes smile into his, “My name’s Janet, and it’s great to meet you, thank you so much.”

They ended up talking, at first it was just the polite small talk of two people being forced to share a table, but he’d asked her about the book she was reading, then she asked him what he was working on, and then they just kept talking.

It turned out she was a local, and had moved home after college, and they started talking about the city and all the things he should see and do. Then coffee turned into lunch, and lunch turned into going back to his place, and then they were having sex.

There was a charm to her, an easiness he hadn’t expected to feel, and when she talked to him, it felt natural. He didn’t have to think about what to say, or what she was really asking, he just talked, and listened, and so did she. She was also physically affectionate, and had made the first move by touching his hand at the café.

She touched his hand, then left it there, and had kind of massaged it while she looked into his eyes. Green eyes were always his favorite, and he’d worried that the soul crushing depths of Kayla’s stare might have ruined that for him, but these eyes were so bright and full of life, not predatory like that witch’s had been.

She gesticulated a lot too, moving her hands when she spoke, then bringing them back to his, encouraging him to share more after she’d been talking for a while, and everything about her was sweet and charming, and very sexy.

Janet had this way of moving and shifting with undeniable grace and it felt like he couldn’t take his eyes off her, like her whole body was a subtle dance that was just for him.

There was something in the way she smiled too, it was warm and inviting, and it made him smile. She was energetic and interesting, and he wanted to hang on every word.

That Kayla woman had done a number on him.

She’d cracked his brain open and forced herself inside him. She’d violated his sense of self and made him not just love it, but crave it. The force of that first night with her, what she did, and how she didn’t let up, still haunted him. It made him anxious too, it made him hyper vigilant, and despite how absurd what Kayla had done to him truly was, he was still concerned that maybe this young woman might also be planning on hypnotizing and brainwashing him.

But, he stayed present, he remembered the ways to break his circular thinking, and focused on the fact that even though it had happened to him, things like that didn’t actually happen.

Thomas Ward was allowed to be happy.

He did what his therapist said and stayed out of his own head.

He was close, Janet could feel him inside her, she could feel his body talking to hers, giving her so much. She’d never thought she’d enjoy missionary position, but there was something powerful in the moment, being there, luring him deeper into her snare with every thrust, like a Venus fly trap about to close.

He’d been wary at first, and she’d made a point not to use any language that she normally used to hypnotize her prey. Instead, it had been mostly physical, testing his suggestibility to certain things, and working to establish emotional suggestions, or implications compared to asserting authority or power.

Any time he would go into his head, she would draw him back in a different direction of conversation, or touch, and she let her body language speak to him in more subtle ways. A slight nod or turn of the head, a shift of her eyes or shoulders, and the gentle familiarity of skin to skin touch all led him closer to her, and when she did say something deliberate it was always something like, “we’re having so much fun right now”.

It took time, but it worked, and by the time they were done with lunch, he was in an almost imperceptibly light trance that he thought was a crush, or lust, and Janet wanted to fuck the shit out of him.

It wasn’t his cock, or his body, or even his personality or looks, which were all nice and good, she wanted to conquer him. She looked at the older man as something to climb, something to win, and something to own. She was wet thinking about breaking him open, she was wet thinking about how happy Kayla would be when her toy became a tool for the buxom seductress’s plans.

Kayla ha made her change her hair and change her look just a little bit. Kayla had made her change her hypnotic approach, and it was for the best. Janet had let Kayla change her over the past several day, no, she had wanted kaya to change her.

Janet just wanted to please her owner.

By the time she and Thomas got back to his place, Janet couldn’t keep her hands off him, and she barely had a chance to text Kayla the address before she was letting him think he was having his way with her.

It had also been hard to unlock his door while he wasn’t paying attention/

It felt good, in an alien way.

It was pure power and pure sex, and when she guided him into her, when she pulled his strings and made him unwittingly do what she wanted, knowing that yes of course any guy would love to fuck her, but that this one got to do it, because she was making him need it on her terms, it was enough to make her cum.

Janet couldn’t believe how good his cock felt inside her, she couldn’t believe how good his body felt, melting into her, thinking he had the power, and not knowing that she was in his head taking down his walls.

The sex had been like everything else, but more so. She told him what to do, she told him what she wanted, and she made him feel wonderful for doing, and then…

Then…

Right as he was on the verge, she looked into his eyes and said, “Empty and black as a starless night” right as he came.

“You miss being empty and black as a starless night, you miss being empty and black as a starless night.”

He was tangled up in orgasmic euphoria, then he was shocked into a ruined orgasm, and Janet pulled his stunned body close, rolled him onto his back, and sat high on his cock, mounting him and pinning his arms down with her hands.

“Just feel it Thomas, once the blackness, once the emptiness is inside you, you can’t ever escape it. I know how good it feels, I know how much you’ve been craving it, and fighting it, hating yourself for wanting it, but you can have it with me, you can’t escape it with me now. You’re already there, just feel it spreading, feel it keeping you hard and full, ready to really cum once you finally just sink down into deep sleep for me now, empty and black as a starless night.”

She had slowly rolled her hips and was riding him with a smoothness that made his sensitive cock, humming from his partial release, spasm inside her. Janet felt her own orgasm building up. She wanted to see his eyes close, she wanted to see him break. He was hers, she’d taken him apart and conquered him, now all he had to do was sleep.”

Thomas on the other hand was fighting as hard as he could, but he didn’t know against what. He was trying not to cum, and he was trying not to look into Janet’s eyes that seemed to hold him, and he was trying not to feel the familiar, intoxicating blackness swallow his mind whole again, and he was trying to tell himself he didn’t enjoy any of this, but he did.

He should have been able to struggle free, but she was stronger than she looked, and he felt so weak and drained, and it felt so good inside her. Then, she kissed him, and he came harder than he’d ever cum in his life, and…

His bedroom door opened and Kayla walked in, wearing a sleeves low cut dress and a pretty blue crystal necklace.

She touched his face, her emerald eyes overpowering him, and said, “You can’t escape me, but you can eat my pussy”, and straddled him while Janet was still on his cock.

He obeyed.

That night, as Thomas slept, Kayla took off Janet’s necklace and gave it back to her. “I’m going to stay here for a while, but I don’t need my toy anymore. When you put this back on, you’re going to forget everything that happened here and go back to your life. You’ll know that these memories are still in your mind, but you won’t look for them, and tomorrow, you’ll try again to capture your own prey. You also know that any time you hear me and only me say the words empty and black as a starless night, that’s right, you’ll sink back under my power. But don’t worry sweetie, I’ll be checking in with you more than you’ll ever remember. The Coven has so many valuable leads and so many targets that you’ll need to share with me, and every time you do, you’ll get to feel the trust pleasure you know, making me happy.”
            Janet, like all of Kayla’s other victims, obeyed completely.

Unlike the men she’d taken, Janet would never stop being useful, and that meant the young woman would never truly be free.