You Won’t Believe Me When I Tell You

“This is Bethany Black,” Uda looked down at the naked near-middle-aged woman on the bed. Her eyes were closed and her legs were spread open. She was beautiful, and in good shape for her age, and it didn’t look like she’d had any work done to slow down the aging process. This woman, Bethany, whose large, natural breasts that sagged just a little, just the way breasts that size were supposed to, were her best feature, better even than the woman’s striking features. “You might be more familiar with her alias, Kayla Madison.”

Uda, who had just turned thirty, and who was a tall, leggy natural blonde who had gotten a boob job as soon as she had become a full fledged Coven member, shook her head, “You’re fucking kidding me.”

The girl she was with, Janet, who according to her file had fairly recently changed her entire look, smiled at her. “I’m not, that’s her. I ran into her at a bar almost two years ago and I’ve been playing the long game with her. At first she almost had her hooks in me, but she was too arrogant and I’ve been playing her ever since. Lots of self-hypnosis on my part to keeper her out of my head in any deep or real way. She has a whole web of victims waiting to be swept up, lots of ones that we would have never known about as viable for our needs either.”

“Why did you wait so long to bring us in?” Janet was a legacy just like Uda, but while Janet’s mom was a member, for Uda it was her stepmother. The woman had breezed into their family’s life and destroyed her mom and dad’s marriage, and her dad was marrying the new woman while the ink on the divorce papers was still drying. 

That was when Nadia became her stepmom. 

Not only was Uda a natural, but her stepmom ran her own Coven and that opened doors that made the best use of Uda’s amazing talents. Each Coven was its own cell, one that shared information and while there was some competition and backstabbing, the shared secrecy required for their continued operations kept things generally in line.

Uda was a problem solver now, an enforcer for the organization as a whole, not just for her stepmom’s cell. When members lost faith, or targets started causing problems, women like Uda came in and fixed things.  

Now, now the most elusive rogue member in the history of any Coven was naked and catatonic in front of her.

“It took me a little while to break free from her initial influence, and after that I needed to see what she was planning.” Janet, who had transformed herself from a cute brunette girl next door type into a curly haired blonde with big fake tits, smiled with pride and genuine mirth. “She doesn’t have a plan, she just goes from town to town in a circuit finding men and women and destroying them, then when they put themselves back together she comes right back and hits them again if they have anything worth taking. She’s sloppy, she’s impulsive, and she’s arrogant. She had no idea I wasn’t hers anymore, and she was too arrogant to think I could have turned the tables on her. She was one of your stepmom’s right?”

Uda didn’t answer. Once upon a time this woman, Bethany, had her job. Bethany, or Kayla, had been a fantastic enforcer, and a force of nature in the field, but in the end, everyone lost a step, and everyone made mistakes. Kayla had pulled a disappearing act and escaped not just the Coven, but Uda’s stepmother Nadia’s influence.

“Yes,” Uda stood next to Janet and looked down at the catatonic woman on the bed, “they had history. And my family, a lot of our families, took a bath on that Bright Water disaster. We still haven’t been able to get into anyone’s mind, or get anyone to recover any memories. If that really was her…”

Uda looked hard at Janet, everyone knew Bright Water had been an attack against Nadia’s Coven. It had been an attack on their thralls and their finances. It had brought unwanted legal attention too, and while they could minimize it to control it, they couldn’t simply make it disappear.

“We can find out,” Janet leaned forward and started to rub Kayla’s clit. “Kayla, my horny girl, will you be good and answer all my questions? Will you make your little pretty princess happy and tell me the truth?”

Janet looked up at Uda “That’s what she called me, her pretty princess, so when I turned the tables on her I used that as a way in.”

Uda had seen a lot of deeply hypnotized people in her life. She’d broken more than a few of the strong, skilled minds of Coven members that were holding out or causing problems. She’d never seen a woman’s whole body whimper before. But that was what happened.

“Anything for my pretty princess.” Kayla’s voice was breathy and dreamy and her hands moved to her tits when she answered, cupping and squeezing them as Janet slid a finger in to reinforce the response.

“Your pussy’s so wet, what do we say about a wet pussy?”

Uda heard the soft squish of Kayla’s wetness, and bit her lip with more than a hint of excitement as the older woman said, “Wet pussy, weak mind.”

“That’s right. Your pussy’s so wet, so your mind’s so weak. And you know this better than anyone. You’re the very best hypnotist in the whole wide world, you know how powerful it is when you’re so deep and so wet. You don’t want to tell me the truth, but you have to, you have to answer me. You wish you could resist me, but what happens when we make people cum?”

Janet’s voice was bubbly and condescending, her modality had changed and she’d adopted an airhead’s affectation. It was aggressively condescending, and it was working too. Uda made a mental note to see if Janet was interested in changing her career path. Janet had promise and there were too few Coven members with this kind of insight and skill.

“When we… uh… uhhhh… when we make them cum, we... Mmmm… we make them obey.” Kayla’s deeply hypnotized responses were amazing. This woman was as deep and as gone as anyone could ever go or be.

“Did you orchestrate the Bright Water attack on the Coven Kayla?” Janet had moved on to fucking her with two fingers.

“Nuuuuuuu…. No…. nuuuuuuuuh, mmm, uhhh…. Fuuuu… buh… Beth did.” The older woman was right on the edge.

“And tell my friend who Beth is, tell her and you know what you’ll get, don’t you Kayla?” Janet sounded like the bitchiest cheerleaders Uda had known, growing up being a cheerleader herself. It was an amazing performance.

“Beth is in control. Beth created me. Beth made the Kayla personality and modality to compartmentalize all the suggestions the Coven gave her. Since the Coven made Kayla, Beth turned Kayla into the part of herself that the Coven used to control. Kayla isn’t real, so the Coven’s control over her isn’t real.”

“You’ll like this part,” Janet smiled up at Uda and spoke with her normal voice. Uda was beginning to feel very concerned about what she was seeing and hearing, but still found everything to be fascinating and truly compelling. The automatic, reflexive way the hypnotized woman played with her tits perfectly matched the base line timing, spacing, and patterns that most effectively drew the eye. The woman, Kayla or Bethany, or whoever she was, was a master, and that was why she’d fallen so far… she’d had a long way down to drop.

“But your name’s Kayla, so does that mean you’re not real,” Janet finger fucked the woman hard as she asked the question, and obviously knew what she was doing because her hypnotized prey came and moaned out an agonizingly blissful, “I’m not real.”

Janet didn’t let up, “That’s right, you’re not real, None of this is real, that’s why Beth is letting it happen. None of this is real, that’s why Beth can just stay deep asleep while make believe and fake Kayla does what she’s told. Coven Kayla knows she has to obey. Coven Kayla knows she’s supposed to be loyal to the Crystal Coven, and when I showed her the crystal, what did Kayla do?”

The woman was squeezing her tits and arching her back, moaning wordless, desperate noises, “Listen you slutty little slave, answer your pretty princess’s questions, what did Kayla do?”

“Surrendered to the crystal. The crystal is power. The crystal commands, and the hypnotized slave obeys.”

Her eyes were closed, but tears were trickling down her cheeks as she gasped from the sexual torture and mindless, state of mental oblivion that consumed her. Janet slid her fingers out, then stuck them in Kayla’s mouth, “Clean up your mess, and taste that. That’s the taste of nothing, because this isn’t real, you didn’t cum, and you’re not licking your pussy juices off my fingers are you?”

The woman’s agreement was muffled by the fingers in her mouth.

“Kaaaaaaayla,” Uda’s voice was soft and musical, “Kaaaaaaaaayla, open your eyes and look at me, I’m Janet’s friend and I have something to show you.” Uda waited for the hypnotized woman’s eyes to open, but they only fluttered and shifted under her eyelids. Uda knew her voice was a weapon of mass destruction, and was surprised that the hypnotized woman didn’t obey her outright.

“It’s okay Kayla, I want you to listen to my friend Uda, just listen and obey her.” Janet’s bubbly, bitchy, bratty voice returned and egged Kayla’s eyes open. “It’s not you,” Janet spoke softly to Uda, “it’s her. Here.”

Janet took Uda’s hand and guided it between Kayla’s legs, “Make her obey you.”

Uda felt the hypnotized woman’s wet warmth and felt her lips curl into a sharp, wicked smile. A few delicate strokes and a few words later, Kayla was moaning her agreement to obey, because “When we make them cum, we make them obey.”

Janet’s voice, free of her bitchy brat modality whispered the words in Uda’s ear as Kayla’s eyes rolled back in ecstasy as she gasped out the same words in agreement, all three women saying the same thing.

“Open your eyes Kayla, open your eyes and look at what I have to show you. You’re pussy’s so wet, and you have such a weak mind.” Uda purred her words out, making her voice as warm and intimate as what she felt around her fingers. She was also wet, and hot, and turned on by everything around her.

Kayla’s eyes opened and Uda gave her a little reward by sliding out and rubbing her clit while she took her necklace off wither her other hand and held the simple silver chain with the sapphire up in front of her prey’s eyes.

“Just watch the crystal, the crystal is the symbol of our power. Kayla belongs to the Coven. The crystal commands, and Kayla obeys, doesn’t she?” Uda saw the approach Janet had taken, and she saw how to make it all unfold.

“Kayla… mmmm,” the woman on the bed couldn’t stop playing with her tits as he hips arched up in pleasure while her eyes followed the crystal, “Kayla obeys.”

Uda changed her tempo to keep her prey on the edge, “And since Kaya isn’t real, she can answer any question Beth wouldn’t want to, but Kayla can do whatever I want her to and whatever I command her to, because Beth is real and Kayla isn’t. Kayla isn’t even talking, all of this is make believe isn’t it?”

“You’re amazing,” Janet’s voice was soft in her ear and the younger woman was close to her, whispering encouragement, “you have her now.”

“I’m just getting started,” Uda felt Janet’s fake tits press into her back, and felt Janet’s finger slide down her arm. Uda knew Janet couldn’t see her face and she smiled to herself. The warmth, the sensual heat, and the raw sex in the room, combined with all of their soft voices and the sympathetic trance experience that naturally occurred was intoxicating.

And Janet was giving her own game away.

Uda had been here many times before. She let Janet slide her hand down her inner thigh, and felt a thrill as the young woman’s other hand slid up under her shirt. It would have been impressive if it wasn’t so predictable, “now watch the crystal and learn Janet.”

She felt Janet’s body quiver against hers before turning her attention back to Kayla. This woman wasn’t faking it; she was in a deep trance and was responding automatically. It wasn’t an act, it couldn’t be for Janet’s ploy to work, you had to use a little bit of truth to make the lie tempting.  Janet had just played her hand early.

“Why did Beth attack the Coven with Bright Water?”  Uda stopped playing with Kayla and held her sticky fingers up and twisted her wrist, offering those fingers to Janet to lick clean while Kayla said, “Beth hates Nadia, and she wants revenge on her.”

This sparked a smile in Uda’s eyes. She held the crystal up a little higher as she slid her fingers out of Janet’s mouth. Janet’s hands were all over her still, caressing, teasing, and slowly working their way towards Uda’s pussy and tits. It wasn’t a bad trick, but the more time went on, the more the two of them kept over-playing their scheme.

Still, once Janet was actually deprogrammed, she’d be one hell of an asset, that fact hadn’t changed.

“Janet, baby,” Uda let the young woman’s touch bring a warmth and an eagerness to her voice that she used to hide her intentions, “doesn’t the crystal warmly swing so wet and truthful like a mind so horny it needs an orgasm now?”

The string of nearly nonsense words made Janet’s body sink against her own, ‘That’s right Janet, heavy warm, sleepy wonders, swinging blue like brainless bliss, back and forth, don’t you agree that you agree now? Yes.”

Without looking, just watching Kayla or Beth or whatever her name was stare at the crystal with glassy eyes, still playing with her tits in the unrelenting, reflexive hypnotic motions she’d been making the whole time, Uda heard and felt Janet give in and lose herself for just a moment.

It was all Uda needed.

“And Kayla, did you and Beth hypnotize Janet into helping you?” The words were so soft, and Uda said them the same way she’d say please let me fuck you, and as she spoke she slide her fingers back inside Kayla to tease out the answer.

“Nuuuuu…. Mmmmm,” Kayla came, and came hard, “not Janet.”

Uda kept going, jack hammering the older woman with her fingers to keep her from putting up any secret fights, “Who helped you Kayla? I know someone did. Are you sure it wasn’t Janet?”

“Mmmm, not me…” Janet moaned in Uda’s ear, her warm body close, and still lost in the dreamy trance. 

“But someone did help you?” She didn’t stop her fingering assault, “who was it? Tell me the truth, I made you cum so I’m making you obey, you know it’s true. I’m feeling your wet pussy so I know your mind’s too weak to resist me. Tell me the truth now Kayla, who helped Beth? Was it Janet?”

“Ffffuuuuu uuuhhh,” the older woman was squeezing her own tits like a teenaged boy touching a boob for the first time and was biting down on her lip trying to hold back a scream of pleasure of a cry for mercy. “Not Janet… Annalynne. Annalynne obeys and does whatever I say.”

Slowing down to reward her subject for cooperating, and feeling the warm body pressed against her back, Uda whispered softly, “Who’s Annalynne?”

Like a snake, Janet’s hand shot up under Uda’s bra while her other hand slid under her panties, pinching a nipple and sliding into Uda’s very wet slit at the same time she heard the word, “Sleep” shouted in her ear

Uda’s brain slowed down to a crawl as orgasmic darkness washed over her. Janet cradled her and whispered two more words in Uda’s ear before an orgasm turned out the lights.

“I am.”

Uda’s eyes opened, and everything felt warm and distant. She knew she’d lost. She knew she was powerless to resist the woman standing in front of her, naked except for two silver necklaces with blue sapphires hanging between her amazing tits. Uda knew one of the necklaces was hers.

“You whole life you’ve lived in the illusion of the Coven and your stepmother’s power. All your life you’ve helped delusional, psychosexual maniacs play their games, and you’ve been playing the game so long you don’t even known what’s real anymore. Do you know who the easiest hypnotic mark is?”

Beth paused, it had to be Beth. There might not even have been a real Kayla personality, compartmentalized or not. “I don’t know why I’m asking you, you can’t talk now. You can’t even think for yourself, honestly, you never could because you’ve been in a cult for  your entire life. No, it’s not the men we seduce and prey on with hypnosis and their own emotional failings. No, it’s all of us girls who have been in the Coven. We lie to our prey and convince them things are different than they are, but we lie to ourselves the most to make it true. You’ve been hypnotized into believing in all of this, and you can’t resist me or what I’m doing to you, because if you did, it would shatter your world view, it would break you psychologically. But lucky for me, and for you I suppose, your sense of self-importance and arrogance, combined with your own need for self preservation is telling you to just surrender and obey me. The world makes more sense to you on every level if you’re completely under my sexual hypnotic thrall, and that’s why I’m going to lie back on this bed again, and you’re going to eat my pussy until I tell you to stop.”

While Beth was talking to their new victim, Janet felt her hands moving on their own accord. She heard her own voice whispered in Uda’s ear, and she felt her own body ache with the need to do what Beth had told her to.

But in her mind her own voice said, just stop doing this.

You can resist her.

You can break the spell right now.

The two of you can escape together.

But the more she agreed with that voice, the more her inner voice agreed with Beth.

Stop fighting.

Just do what you’re told.

It feels good to obey.

“You hate your stepmom Uda.”

Annalynne surrendered to herself, to her true self, and obeyed.

“She ruined your childhood.”

Beth was talking, verbally dismantling the woman as Annalynne groped her and fingered her, her voice no more than a whisper but cutting as a scalpel.

“You’ve always hated her, you just haven’t let yourself admit it.”

The rigidity in Uda’s body was fading as she fell into herself, and Annalynne started to undress her, moving her body like a doll, “She took your life away from you, you never got to rebel. You never got to be yourself.”

Uda’s body cooperated, “Hypnosis only makes the true things more true. We’ve only hypnotized you to show you what you want.”

She moaned and the shadow of Janet told herself she was telling the truth and telling her own story. Janet’s own mom had indoctrinated her into the Coven saying it was a family tradition.

“You resent her.”

“We resent her too.”

“She ruined our lives.”

“She used you.”

“We care about you.”

“We think you’re beautiful.”

“We think you’re perfect.”

“We love you.”

“We’ll make it all better.”

“You can have your revenge.”

“We’ll fix everything.”

“Just surrender.”

Uda crumbled under Annalynne’s touch, and as she did, Beth gently guided the woman’s head between her legs and smiled at Annalynee, “You know what to do now.”

Annalynne pulled out a phone and started filming the act and zoomed in on Beth’s face, “Hi Nadia, your protégé, your heir apparent, well, she’s mine now. You won’t see this until it’s all over and you have nothing left, but this is how it happened, and you know why. I had to live with your shit, now it’s your turn.”

While Beth had been forcing Uda’s psyche in between a rock and a hard place, wearing the trophies she’d taken from Janet’s old life, and from Uda herself, their necklaces, the symbols of their power and their identity, the Annalynne personality took an even stronger hold.

The young woman, now the model of a certain kind of sexual desire and perfection, brainwashed into being everything she never wanted to be, smiled as she watched the other woman obey. Annalynne wasn’t someone new, not really, she was just all the pressures Janet had faced, but pointed back against the source of those pressures. Beth had brainwashed Janet by letting her give in to everything she was told she was supposed to be, while lashing out at the Coven, the source of those pressures.

Annalynne smiled as she saw their latest victim starting down that same path, and once she got the footage she needed she put the phone down and slid her hand back between Uda’s legs.

Back and forth she and Beth volleyed words across Uda’s mind, and slowly they started to focus their own affection on her. They laid her flat on her back and slid down on either side of her, touching, caressing, kissing, sucking, and whispering, playing their roles. 

Beth was still cruel, still unbelievably cruel even as she was soft and gentle, and Annalynne was soft even as her own touch was hard and fierce. But, as their subject started to break down under the assault of pleasure, and psychological warfare, both women stopped their discordant approaches.

As Uda started to weep in psychological surrender and sexual release, Beth and her creation started to nurture the shattered body and mind between them. The woman would never know why she would do what she was about to do. She wouldn’t know why things she’d kept repressed, things that she’d compartmentalized and hidden away, parts of her beliefs she’d sold out for the benefits of being in the Coven and following in her stepmother’s legacy, would all come to the surface and become an unbearable burden.

Uda would wake up knowing she had to destroy everything her stepmom had built. She’d wake up feeling justified, but she’d never remember the truth.

And unfortunately, neither would Janet.

Both of them would wake up together, believing that Janet had reached out to Uda for help being deprogrammed. Both would believe that Janet had been used by Nadia covertly in risky and destructive plans like Bright Water. Both would believe that Nadia had coerced Janet into plastic surgery, and used her position and leverage to coerce Janet into being something she didn’t want to be.

It was one thing for the Coven to use their skills on new recruits and targets, but it was beyond the pale to do this to a Coven member, especially a legacy like Janet… or at least it was beyond the pale to do it and get caught. 

Everything Beth had made Janet do, everything she’d turned Janet into, was pinned on Nadia, including being abandoned by the woman she’d come to love. It wasn’t a pure love, it wasn’t a good love, but the toxic codependency Beth had used to control and manipulate Janet was real. Beth’s ultimate rejection of Janet, of tossing her aside now that she’d truly finished with her, and the heartbreak that would come with it, was easier to turn into a hatred for another woman than it was for Janet to actually feel.

It was easier for Janet to hate Nadia and believe the lie, than to accept that the woman who had dominated her into loving her with every cell of her body would ever throw her away.

But that was all Janet ever was to Beth, a tool, and it turned out to get the most out of her tool Beth had to throw it away.

Everything human about Janet, all of her feelings, everything that made her a whole person, was just components that made her a better tool for this particular job, and now it was done… 

Almost…

“Hi there, you must be Ian,” Ian looked up from the wine list to see a woman he didn’t know standing at his table. She was short, in her forties, had chin length black hair tucked behind her ears, green eyes, and a great set of tits on display in her low cut red dress. “I’m Uda’s friend Bethany, she asked me to come and talk to you.”

Ian felt his stomach drop. It was no secret he was going to propose to his girlfriend tonight. He knew she knew, he felt like it was her idea after all, and all he wanted to do was make her happy. But now, this couldn’t be…

“Is something wrong? What’s… um…”

He’d spent his life, one that was marked by privilege and leisure, working hard to be everything he could be. He was fit, he was successful, he took advantage of everything his life had offered him, and Uda had been this radiant North Star that came into his world and showed him something beyond himself. He thought about her all the time, and it didn’t matter how long they’d been together or how short, she’d…

“Is it alright if I join you? Can I sit down so we can talk?” This woman, Bethany was also wearing a black cardigan buttoned under her breasts and that just made her chest stand out even more. She was wearing diamond earing, had what looked like an old engagement ring on her right hand, and had a handbag but no other jewelry or accessories. She was dressed for the caliber of the restaurant they were in, and moved witht eh same confidence that everyone in his social circles possessed., including Uda.

“I, I suppose you should. What’s… what’s wrong?”

He felt cold and sweaty at the same time, and he wasn’t a stranger to tragedy and loss, but he couldn’t wrap his mind around what any of this could mean.

“Well,” gently Bethany put her hands on top of his on the table and looked deep into his eyes. Her eyes were a dark, dark green that pulled him into her pupils and looked into him like she saw his soul. Her hands were soft and warm, and he could feel a kind of soothing energy coming from her. “You won’t believe me when I tell you, but you deserve to know the truth.”

He started to tug his hands away from her, to try and cross his chest with his arms to instinctively guard himself, but has he pulled, she gently pushed down, and spoke. “Just take a deep breath Ian, take a deep breath with me and relax okay? Everything’s going to be okay, just listen to the sound of my voice and relax.”

There was something familiar in her tone, and he found himself naturally responding to her and taking a deep breath in time with her. He watched her chest rise and fall and felt himself doing the same. Her warm, soft hands held his, and he felt a blanket of heavy calming relaxation wash over him as he stared at her rising and falling breasts.

“That’s it, that’s so easy for you, and you feel so much better now. It’s so easy to be open and receptive. Just keep doing what you’re doing, you’re doing so well, just listen, relax, and breathe with me while I tell you what’s going on, and what’s going to happen.”

Ian didn’t know what he was doing, and he didn’t know why this woman made him feel so calm, so overwhelmed with a deep sense of calm and relaxation even while he stared at her breasts. He felt himself sit perfectly still as her touch on his hands sent warmth through his body and the sound of her voice turned everything off. He didn’t know why he couldn’t bring himself to look away from her rising and falling, heavy breasts, and there was something deeply intimate and erotic about her touch.

His eyelids were getting heavier and heavier with every one of her breaths, or was it his own breathing, it didn’t matter, he just felt warm and heavy and…

“Your girlfriend has been hypnotically seducing you and manipulating you so she and her secret society can drain you dry and take control of everything you and your family own.”

There was no difference in her tone, and not difference in her cadence as she said those words. She said them with the same smoothness that had swirled around him and beguiled him seconds before, and her soft words, which were as soft as her hands, were so dissonant from their meaning that he couldn’t understand what she was saying.

“What?” He asked because he didn’t believe what he slowly realized he’d heard. “That’s ridiculous. Uda wouldn’t do that to me, she loves me. No one would do that, no one could do that, that’s impossible.”

The more he spoke, first speaking from a place of warmth and quiet, and then from a place of disbelief, the more aroused he became. The idea of it was absurd, it was preposterous, but the deep relaxation she was making him feel made it so easy for what she was saying, the tantalizing appeal of it he would never had admitted to, and the irresistible, inescapable sight of her breasts, turned him on.

But, the more he spoke, the more aware he became, and the more aware he became the more he tried to pull his hands away from hers, and the more he found himself looking up into her eyes. The sharp, surprising arousal of the moment also faded.

Bethany’s eyes were very dark and very green, and she met him with a confidence that was uncanny. She looked like she believed everything she’d said, which made her crazy because what she was saying was crazy, and that sent another thrill though him, starting with their skin to skin contact.

Gently, she pulled on him, her palms still pressed flat on the backs of his hands keeping them on the table, and the motion made his eyes drop back down to her breasts again.

“Relax and listen to me Ian. It’s so much more natural for you to just listen and relax. That’s so much better isn’t it, listening to the sound of my voice, hearing this soft, smothering tone that makes everything feel so soft and fuzzy at the edges. Just relax and stare at my tits. You’ve been hypnotically conditioned to do all of these things, and you may not consciously want to admit it, but subconsciously you’re responding just the way you’ve been trained. Now, the next time you think about arguing with me, just feel your words disappearing between my breasts as you listen to me and only me.”

Ian welt dizzy, or if not dizzy than disoriented. Part of his mind, his thinking mind felt like it was draining out of the back of his head, and the other part of him felt off balance. The sound of her voice was becoming oppressively familiar, not her distinct voice, but the performance of her words. It felt familiar, it felt inescapable, and as she spoke, he felt an urge to agree with her even though he didn’t. That urge to be compliant made it feel like his mind wasn’t draining out now, but down between his legs, and as he stared at her breasts he felt himself growing fully hard.

Despite his feelings and his bodily responses, when she mentioned her breasts, and the idea of his thoughts disappearing between them, he wondered why he was staring at this older women, maybe a much older woman’s tits, when his girlfriend, his soon to be fi…

“You were going to propose to her tonight. You have the ring in your pocket. This was supposed to be the night. This seems like a wonderful restaurant by the way. You were going to do this because she put the idea in your head. She has used a special combination of hypnotic techniques, mind control practices, and sex to brainwash you into doing whatever she wants.”

The words came in a smooth, flowing succession, and this wasn’t a conversation, it felt like a lawyer laying down a case. But the longer she spoke, the more titillating everything she was saying became.

“And even now, as you stare at my breasts and feel your doubts falling away, you’re remembering that I told you that you wouldn’t believe me. And now, as you feel yourself agreeing with me that you don’t believe me, you’re become aware of the fact your thoughts are disappearing down into my cleavage. You don’t want to think I’m telling the truth, but you realize you’re holding on to every thought you have that agrees with me. You realize your doubts are all down between my breasts now, and that what I am saying must be true, even though you don’t want it to be. And even though you don’t understand why, because Uda wouldn’t let you remember the details, you’re finding all of this incredibly arousing, and not just because of how my breasts are hypnotizing you over and over, and anchoring all of the other suggestions I’ve given you.”

Had she drugged him? Was there something on her hands, something on her ring? In his drink? Ian felt woozy and warm, more disoriented with every word she spoke, yet strangely happy to listen, and comforted by the familiar tone of her voice. 

She did sound like Uda. 

This did feel familiar but…

“You’re… hypno… You just said you’re…”

As Ian opened his mouth to try and argue or at least verablize what he’d just ehard, he felt his eyes fixate on her cleavage with the focus of a bird of prey hunting. He stared at her breasts, watching their rise and fall and… 

His sentence died between her breasts.

“You must have forgotten what you were going to say. Something must have pulled your words away from you Ian. Listen to me,” her hands slid up to his forearms then back down, “look deep into my eyes, see only my eyes and hear only the should of my voice. You will do this when you realize you’re accepting what I’ve told you. You’ll do this when you realize I’m telling you the truth. Until then, you can just watch my breasts rise and fall, leading you to think of more arguments against me, only for them to disappear down into my cleavage until your head is empty except for simple, total agreement. Doesn’t that sound nice?”

Every possible argument he could make, many of which were slight variations of This is crazy, people don’t do this, and this isn’t what hypnosis does all came and went, and came and went with the rise and fall of her breasts until he was looking deep into her eyes.

“Yes,” his voice was low and hollow, “that does sound nice.”

It didn’t sound like him, it sounded like someone else talking, and when he stared deep into her eyes again, the intimacy of the moment, the warmth of her 

“You realize you don’t remember your girlfriend doing these things to you, and you realize you don’t remember because as you stare deeper into the sound of my voice, you hear my eyes showing you that she’s repressed all of your memories, and I’m unlocking them now in your eyes as you see my words, and hear yourself staring deep into my eyes, like her eyes, over and over again and again.”

The words she said crisscrossed his mind and tangled up his conscious thoughts as he started to have them, but as he started to form the idea to ask her what she meant, the tangle of mixed and matched senses snared him and pulled him down into a psychosexual kaleidoscope of dreamy, erotic, repressed memories. Uda’s voice was there, the memory of her words, and one specific phrase repeating over and over again, scored the sight of her body, the feeling of her touch, every sexual experience they shared, all of it hitting a crescendo together.

Make me happy and obey.

He was getting harder and harder.

Make me happy and obey.

His cock was straining against his pants.

“Make me happy and obey me Ian.”

The world compressed back down into itself and he stared deep into her eyes, “How did you know that?”

The words felt strange in his mouth, and they sounded like wonder, fear, and confusion, and still didn’t feel like they belonged to him. His erection, which for a moment felt like it was on the edge of bursting subsided, not by much, but enough to make him feel like he wasn’t going to ruin his pants.

“How does it make you feel when I tell you to make me happy and obey me Ian?”  

Her voice wrapped round him and held him in her eyes, and her words wrapped around his cock and stroked it back up to the edge of messy, complete release.  He stared deeper into the green, and into the black of her pupils and while he hoped he wouldn’t cum, he felt her warm, soft hands on his, and felt her breath guiding his own.

“Just breathe and relax. Just breathe, and relax, and tell me how it feels Ian.”

Bethany’s voice wrapped him in silk as repressed memories of sex, of time with Uda, of lost time in his life she plastered over by fake memories. He wanted to tell her to stop. He wanted to ask her to stop. He wanted to beg her for help. 

“Anything other than answering me is arguing with me, don’t argue, make happy and obey, answer my question, how does it feel when you hear me say it?”

His eyes fell down to her breasts and his resistance sank into her cleavage.

He watched her chest rise and fall, and rise and fall, breathing with her, at her pace, losing himself down between her breasts until he could speak, “I’m afraid of what’s happening to me, and I feel like I’m about to…”

“We need a few more minutes,” she gently tugged on his hands and smiled at him as the waiter stood over the table. “But could you please leave us the wine list? It’s my first time here, and while I know my sweet Ian has fantastic taste, but….”

The details of her words, like the waiter’s voice, fell into the background as waves and waves of repressed memories continued to play and replay in his mind as he stared at her breasts.

“If I didn’t like swordfish we’d be having this conversation somewhere else, but you’re buying me dinner because I want you to. You’re buying me dinner because…”

The tone of her voice had changed when she was addressing the waiter, but when it changed back as she addressed him again, it cocooned him and pulled him in. Her hands never left his either, and the longer she touched him the more it felt like she was draining something out of him. The warm softness of her touch made it feel like her words were flowing from her fingertips, and the press of her fingers on his skin felt like she was fondling his cock and not his hands.

“…you want to make me happy, and so you’ll obey me. No matter how else you might feel, I’ve taken those words from Uda, but they still have control over you don’t they?”

“Yes,” he looked into her eyes now, free from trying to resist, and free from her breasts as a result. “And I don’t understand why.”

“It’s okay,” she squeezed his hands, “it’s natural not to understand. If you knew how this worked, it wouldn’t be as powerful, well not as powerful in the same way at least. Ultimately Ian, all of this is very simple. You’re like a dog that’s learned a few commands, and since I sound like your old master, and I say the words the same way, you respond, like a dog.”

“I don’t want…” he felt a deep well of emotion swell up inside himself. It was sadness and confusion, and it was anger, and a sense of betrayal, but more than anything, it was quiet defeat, “I don’t want to be a dog. I’m a person. I didn’t want this to happen to me. I don’t want to live like this.”

Admitting it didn’t ease his arousal though, expressing those feelings just made his erection even worse. It felt like a gentle breeze would be enough to make him explode.

“I know, and that’s why I’m here. Uda can’t hurt you anymore. She can’t change you anymore. I’m here to set you free Ian, and you want me to free you because it will make me happy. Everything I’ve been doing has just been to set you free. I’m only fighting fire with fire, because sometimes when you’re as deeply conditioned as you are, that’s what it takes.”

Her tone was the same as it always was when she addressed him, the same as Uda’s, but there was something patronizing about what she just said, and it made him feel small. It made him feel simple, and small.

“You want to make me happy Ian, you need to do it, and you feel it. There’s a part of you that’s living and reliving all of those repressed memories over and over again, and a part of you that is watching and feeling yourself respond to me telling you to make me happy. Feel it, you know I’m telling you the truth, you don’t want to believe me, I told you that you wouldn’t, but listen very carefully to me Ian. Focus on the sound of my voice now. Make me happy and obey me Ian, make me happy and surrender all of the control Uda has over your mind to me. I haven’t lied to you, I’ve only told you the truth, Surrender her control and her power to me. Do it now, and I can make it all disappear. I can’t undo the past, but I can make you forget about Uda in such a way that it will feel like none of this ever happened, and you want that so badly Ian. Agree with me.”

As she spoke his head tilted forward under the weight of some defiance, maybe his own, maybe Uda’s programming, and maybe both. But as he felt the weight, his eyes fell back into Bethany’s cleavage, and down between her breasts went that resistance, resolve, and defiant conditioning. He felt so small and so simple, and so weak and helpless now that it felt like he was sliding down between those breasts.

“You can make me happy Ian. You can make me happy and obey me now. Just follow the sound of my voice and feel my words pushing your mind where it needs to be. You’re not fighting it, you’re letting go because you want me to take it all away. It only feels like you’re holing on because someone who doesn’t have your best interests at heart, someone who would never ever help you like this, trained you to. But look into my eyes, and make me happy. You’ll feel it happen when you just look deep into my eyes now.”

She let go of his hands and he felt like he was floating in space.

Then he was staring into the deep dark green and black of her eyes.

He floated there, unmoored, and then he felt her hands on his again, “Control, real control, comes from feelings. I want you to let yourself feel me taking control. Feel yourself falling under my sway. Feel yourself surrendering to your feelings, feel yourself sinking into me.”

The confusing pulse of erotic energy that was humming under everything from the moment Bethany sat down finally hummed through Ian unchecked, and unleashed. His arousal, his desire, and his hunger were all focused on her now. He also didn’t realize that Uda had put a block in his mind to prevent him from straying, but that didn’t matter now that she wasn’t the one driving his brain.

He was starting to leak, and he would have whimpered if he could, but he was caught up in the musterious, buxom older woman sitting across from him. He was hers now.

“For your mind to make sense of everything, for every part of your very self to make everything fit together, everything needs to fit together. That’s why I’m in control now, I’m replacing Uda’s control, and that’s why you’re feeling the way you do about me. She was in control of your feelings, and since I’m in control now, now I’m in control of your feelings. Make me happy and tell me you love me.”

The gears in his brain ground to a stop, and he felt like he was starting to pedal backwards.

He knew he didn’t know her.

He knew she was a stranger.

But everything was working against his own logic and in favor of hers.

He stared down into that beautiful cleavage until he stared up into her eyes. Her eyes were nothing like Uda’s, but everything that woman had convinced him to feel for her, all of the memories, real, fake, and repressed, all of it lived in those dark green eyes now.

He was hard, he was so hard.

“I love you.” 

Ian came in his pants as he said the words. It was a soundless, shuddering orgasm that gushed like a geyser. 

Deftly, Bethany “accidentally” knocked his water glass over towards his lap. The feeling of the orgasm, the splash of the water, and the chaos of the moment overwhelmed Ian, but she took him by the hands again and said, “Go clean yourself up, and come right back to me. As you walk away you’ll try as hard as you can to leave, but the harder you try, the more you’re need to come back to me no matter what. You’ll make me happy and come back to me, you must make me happy and come back to me Ian.”

They were away from the other diners, and the crowd had been well mannered enough not to look his way for too long following the splash and Bethany’s performative “Oh no” when she’d done it. Now, as he dapped at his wet crotch with the napkin he thought about running towards the door.

He thought about it as he got to the bathroom.

He thought about it as he had to get his pants wetter to clean and cover up the mess. He even stepped into a stall and did his best to clean up his underwear, and everything was suitably miserable. He knew he should leave. He knew he should run. He didn’t want to go sit down in his wet, cum splattered pants and underwear, but the more logical his reasons to leave became, the more impossible it was to stop himself from walking back out to her.

“And what did you want to ask me?” Her smile lit up his world and his heart raced. As he stood by their table, ready to sit down He knew people would look now, and maybe they’d see his wet pants, but it didn’t matter.

“Bethany,” he got down on one knee and held out and opened the ring box, “will you marry me?”

Bethany smiled down at her new finance, her legs spread, her panties down, two fingers gently massaging her clit. This handsome, rich, idiot hadn’t been a part of the plan, but who was she to say no to free money, or as close to free money as she could get. He was going to lick her pussy until she got tired, and maybe until he came in his slacks again.

She could have let him change, but where was the fun in that.

That wasn’t the first marriage proposal she’d been a part of, but it was the nicest, and she loved the idea of him ruining his literal fancy pants by blowing his load before he asked her. She thought maybe it would happen when he asked, but she also didn’t know if he’d do it at all, so all and all it turned out for the best.

For now, he was kneeling and staring, eyes blank, waiting for instructions. 

Uda had broken him in completely, and while her work for the Coven wasn’t in resource gathering, her stepmother had lined her up to add another jewel to the family crown. 

The young man was in crisis, and Bethany thought about what she could do. 

She could live happily ever after with a brainwashed, rich, younger man who was very close to being half her age. She could control him, direct him, and have the kept life that had been hers before the Coven recruited her and ripped it all away. His glassy, broken eyes stared at her pussy, and she thought about how easy it would be to keep him, how easy it would be to go back to where she started.

But… 

But that wasn’t true.

She had the money to stop.

She had the connections to open doors to anything she might have wanted.

But more than anything, Bethany knew she couldn’t go back.

The past was the past, and until she was done with him Ian would live in a void as empty and black as a starless night.

~Fin.