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FF, FFF, FM, Hypnoboobs, brainwashing, lost of stuff. It's the origin story of Kayla from You Wouldn't Believe Me If I Told you, and Repurposed. It was a commission by someone who really liked how ruthless she was. So this is... a ruthless origin story. PDF is attached for download too.
Crystalized Control
A Smuthunter Story
“…empty and black as a starless night.”
Janet felt her pussy quiver and tried to push the need to cum back down. She felt herself struggling, fighting to do whatever she could not to sink, not to let go, not to lose Kaya’s voice and her connection through the phone.
But she was nothing.
She was Kayla’s puppet, her sleeper agent, her tool and her toy. Janet wanted to be all those things, she needed to be all those things, and that was why it always felt so good to do whatever Kayla wanted, whenever Kayla wanted it.
But at the same time, Janet didn’t want to let go.
She wanted more.
She loved Kayla.
She…
…needed…
“Wet pussy, weak mind, empty and black as a starless night. I’m putting my finger puppet back in the drawer, and isn’t that where you belong?”
God, Janet was her finger puppet. Whenever Kayla slid a digit inside her, Janet become more docile and obedient than the horniest mark. And now, after having it happen so many times, Kayla could just call her that and transform her into that state of submission.
Janet moaned and bucked and bit her lip as her young, firm body arched with orgasmic relief. She couldn’t even say yes, she just fell away, down into the darkness.
Kayla smiled and shook her head as she hung up on her slave.
Love was a sharper weapon than lust, or flattery, or any of the other tools she used to brainwash her targets, or destroy them when she was done with them.
Love was a weapon she only used on the slaves that had long-term benefits, and sweet, sexy Janet; skilled, seductive, dangerously pretty Janet was the most useful slave she’d ever made.
Janet, the daughter of a prominent member of the Coven, the secret organization of woman that used hypnosis and sex to play at power and control would never be suspected of being a mole, of leaking the Coven’s secrets and passing on their most prized potential targets.
Oh Janet, sweet, sweet Janet… why hadn’t they made her change her name too?
-Some time before the proliferation of cell phones-
“Oh my god Beth, hi, you look amazing, come in. Come in, Tiffany can’t wait to meet you!”
Beth felt Amber’s big fake tits press into her own large, natural breasts, and smelled the perky, perfect blonde’s perfumes as she hugger her. Amber’s long platinum curls tickled Beth’s face, and the closeness of the beautiful upperclassman made Beth uncomfortable, but in a good way.
“You look so good tonight, I love your dress. You’re just so pretty.” Amber was holding her hand and leading her through the foyer of the sorority house, past some of the other pledges and the other sisters, and down towards the basement.
Beth’s long, thick, black hair was down, and she was wearing a deep, wine red dress with a neckline that flattered her huge breasts, breasts she sometimes felt super self conscious about, and sometimes felt were a gift from the gods, especially when a guy would get kind of dumb and drooly staring at them, then basically do whatever she wanted him to.
She figured that was why Amber must have gotten her boob job for her 21st birthday, to get that reaction from guys… or because she was rich and could do what she wanted. Beth wasn’t judging; Amber was beautiful. Blonde haired, blue eyed, bursting with sexy positivity and not afraid to let anyone bask in her hotness, she’d recruited Beth to pledge to the sorority, and had basically flirted her into doing it.
There was something about the way Amber talked to her, something that made Beth feel like the center of the universe, and like the rest of the world didn’t matter anymore. When Amber started talking to her, she’d get really close, and softy start holding Beth’s hand, or stroke her hair, or play with her own long blonde ringlets, and the more Amber talked, the less anything seemed to matter.
Beth had had crushes on girls before, and guys, but no one made her feel the way Amber did, not even her current boyfriend Scott. Scott was nice, and handsome, and like a lot of the kids at the university he came from the upper class.
Tonight Amber was wearing a soft, rose pink mini-dress and wedges that made her even taller than she already was, and she’d bent over to give Beth that hug, otherwise she would have given her a face full of tit… which Beth wouldn’t have complained about.
Fake or not, those breasts were beautiful, and the little blue crystal pendant Amber always wore really emphasized her tits in the best way.
All the girls in the sorority had those necklaces, and most of them also had amazing tits.
“Hi Beth,” a goddess in a black dress greeted the two of them in the basement longue, “I’m Tiffany. It’s so nice to meet you.”
Tiffany was a golden shade of blonde, and if Amber was soft, and curvaceous, Tiffany was smooth and pronounced, like a statue that had come to life, that was radiating sexual energy.
Beth couldn’t help staring at Tiffany’s tits, they were bigger than Amber’s, maybe bigger than her own, and she was wearing her crystal pendant outside of her dress on a longer chain.
The goddess, who was also wearing heels that made her tower over Beth, walked up and gave her a hug that was a face full of breasts. “You’re gorgeous. Amber wasn’t exaggerating at all, you’re perfect. Here, sit with us.”
Beth was a sophomore with an eye on an English degree, with heavy emphasis on poetry. Amber, who was a junior, had befriended her the first day of fall quarter, and this was Tiffany’s senior year. Tiffany, Amber had explained, was the queen of the house, and that meant Beth would skip the usual hazing rituals because Amber liked her, and knew that Tiffany would love her too.
Tiffany took Beth by the hand and Beth looked up into her striking green eyes, “Oh, we have the same eye color, I think yours might be maybe a little darker. I don’t know, but you’re so pretty.”
Tiffany stroked Beth’s han, “You’re beautiful. Relax and sit with me, relax and sit down, and tell me about yourself.”
Beth blinked. There was something in Tiffany’s voice, some smothering, palpable feeling of warmth and softness in her voice that made Beth want to just follow along. And her skin was so soft; it was just like when Amber would talk to her.
They sat on the couch and Tiffany didn’t let go of her hand. Amber sat on the other side of Beth, and gently brushed Beth’s hair back over her shoulder. The two slightly older girls were so close to her, and they were wearing the same perfume, and every touch was so soft and…
“Tell me about yourself. Amber tells me you’re a poet?”
“Well,” god Beth felt herself blush, and she wanted to bite her lips as Tiffany kept stroking the back of her hand.
Beth couldn’t keep her eyes off of Tiffany’s blue crystal necklace either. It just dangled there by those perfect, tanned tits, and it was hard to focus on what Tiffany was asking her, which was weird because Beth felt herself hanging on the older girl’s every word.
“She’s so talented, and she’s so smart,” Amber’s voice floated over Beth, cutting her off and filling her ear with sticky warmth, “you’re so smart Beth. You’re so smart and you’re so pretty.”
Beth felt Amber’s fingertips trace down her arm as Tiffany’s sweet, soothing voice floated out to her, “Yes, Amber says you have a gift with words. She says your poetry is very, what did you say Amber?”
“Enthralling,” Amber’s voice was in her ear, and she felt fingernails trace down her arm now, “so enthralling, and captivating. She’s so captivating, don’t you think?”
Beth couldn’t help but notice how captivating Tiffany was, and felt a flush of heat, as well as soft, radiant happiness at the compliments she’d been getting.
“Yes,” Tiffany’s voice was soft, not a whisper, but a soft secret, “Amber’s right, so captivating, so enthralling. Don’t you think?”
As she spoke those words, she kept stroking Beth’s hand, and her question didn’t make sense logically, but Tiffany was so beautiful and so enthralling that when Amber whispered “Yes” in her ear, Beth felt herself say it too.
“You are very lovely Beth, and you’re very smart. And you look like you’re really comfortable here with us, aren’t you? So comfortable and relaxed, and we both think you’re just naturally, what did you say Amber?”
“So enthralling and captivating,” the heat of Amber’s breath on Beth’s neck, and all the touching, and all the softness of both women, and the softness of Tiffany’s big fake tits, and that pretty blue crystal were all making her feel so disoriented and so… she was enthralled by Tiffany, captivated and enthralled.
And she didn’t really understand that Amber wasn’t really describing Beth and her poetry. She just heard those words, and felt her vision shifting in slow, lazy circles from Tiffany’s tits, back to her eyes, and those soft lips, and the gentle caress of the blonde goddess’s touch, and…
“Yes, she’s gorgeous, I can’t help staring at her. Beth, you have such beautiful tits, we both had to buy ours so we could look like you, and I love you eyes, they’re so…”
Tiffany was stroking Beth’s fingers and pulling ever so gently on her hand as she did. Every little tug made Beth lose her train of thought.
Every time she lost her train of though her eyes would jump to Tiffany’s eyes, or her necklace, and that also meant her tits.
She’d find herself staring at those huge fake tits and that pretty blue crystal right down between those rising and falling… rising and falling…
“Green,” Amber’s fingers caressed Beth’s neck as she brushed the enthralled young woman’s hair to the side, “so deep and green, deep and dark, and soft. So deep, so dark, so soft and green.”
Tiffany was holding Beth’s hand in both of her hands now, “So deep and green, deep and dark and soft. So deep, so dark, so soft. What color are my eyes Beth?”
Amber was whispering the answer in Beth’s ear, and Tiffany’s lips were mouthing it too, it was just up to Beth to say it.
“So deep and green,” she was parroting the two blondes, “deep and dark and soft. So deep, so dark, so soft…”
“And you could just get lost in her eyes couldn’t you Amber?”
Beth felt Amber’s touch get just a little heavier and her body a little closer, “Couldn’t you just get lost in her eyes Beth? Wouldn’t it be nice to get lost in her soft, deep, green eyes? You’re so smart Beth…”
Tiffany was closer to her now, her eyes were getting bigger, and deeper, and softer as the green stood out more clearly. It was clear and bright and dark all at once. She was just above a whisper as she spoke to Beth now.
“You’re so smart. You’re so smart and so pretty. You’re so pretty and so relaxed, just so relaxed. Just relax and get lost in my eyes?”
“Yes?” Amber’s lips were a hair’s breadth away from Beth’s ear as she asked the question, and Beth felt her mouth move, parroting the two blondes again.
“Yes.”
She felt fingers stroking her hair and soft lips brushing against her ear as she stared deep into Tiffany’s endless green eyes, “You’re so smart, and pretty, and so relaxed, just get lost in her eyes Beth, just lose yourself, it’s okay. Just let go. Don’t you want to get lost in her pretty eyes, they’re just like yours, so enthralling, so captivating, so soft, and deeper, and dark, and green. Don’t you want to get lost in her eyes?”
Amber’s honey sweet, and sticky voice was dripping into Beth’s ear as Tiffany pulled on her hand again. Beth had been staring so deep into Tiffany’s eyes, anxiously waiting, hoping to feel Amber’s lips in her neck
“So relaxed, so relaxed Beth, so relaxed and so smart, and so pretty.”
“Amber’s right, just relax, you want to relax Beth.”
“Isn’t it easy to listen to Tiffany, just relax.”
“Close your eyes.”
“Sleep.”
“Sleep”
“Close your eyes.”
“Relax.”
“Sleep.”
Beth was surrounded by their voices and their touch as she started to blink, and fade away, then black out on and off, eyes closing as the two beautiful blondes swallowed her up in their voices. Beth’s eyes closed, she couldn’t keep them open.
“You’re so pretty, you’re so sexy, you’re so smart, “ Amber’s voice was in her ear, and now Beth felt those lips on her neck, kissing her softly as a hand brushed the side of her breast from behind.
It sent a thrill through Beth’s body, but she couldn’t think, everything was so foggy. “I have a… I have a boyfriend.”
She did, and she loved him, and this was a fantasy she never knew she had, but…
“You’re just so pretty Beth, we want you so badly. We want you so much, we don’t care about your boyfriend, and you don’t care either.” Tiffany still had Beth’s hand, and slowly brought it up to one of those big fake boobs and pressed it there.
Beth’s eyes had opened but she felt like she was in a dream.
“You don’t care Beth, you don’t care,” Amber was cupping on of Beth’s tits now, “just relax, just let go and relax.
Beth’s hand was pressed to Tiffany’s breast, and now the blonde goddess in front of her was making her squeeze that tit. “Let go, don’t think. You’re so smart, you’re tired of thinking, just feel it. Feel us, feel me.”
“No more thinking, just feeling,” Amber was massaging both of Beth’s tits from behind now, and Beth couldn’t find her words. She couldn’t find her thoughts; she was just getting so wet that she couldn’t think at all.
Tiffany let go of her hand then, and reached out to start stroking Beth’s face, “You feel so good, so good Beth,” Amber’s voice echoed those words in her ear as her hands fell away just to start to unzip Beth’s dress. “Just let go, don’t think, just focus on me now, focus on my crystal and just let go of everything else.”
“Look at the crystal, the pretty crystal and those pretty tits now,” Amber was pulling Beth’s dress down, and Beth felt herself sinking into the pretty blue facets of the crystal while Amber’s sweet sticky voice clogged up her brain even more.
“The crystal is the only thing that matters now, not your boyfriend, not anything else, just put yourself in the crystal. Nothing else exists, nothing matters, just be in the crystal, be between my breasts now. Don’t you want to be in my cleavage Beth?”
Tiffany was stroking Beth’s face, brushing her fingers across her eyes, making Beth have to focus, and then refocus on those tits, and that crystal over and over, and every time she closed her eyes, she felt herself falling backwards into her head, and then backwards into Amber’s arms, feeling her own head come to rest on those big fake tits behind her.
“You have such big tits Beth,” Amber was sliding her hands under Beth’s bra as she spoke, “such warm and soft, huge tits. We love your tits, they’re so perfect for us, so perfect for you.”
Beth felt her head loll to the side as Amber started to play with her nipples while Tiffany held her head in both hands now, keeping her focused on crystal, “That’s right, such heavy breasts. So heavy, so heavy and warm, and soft, just like my tits, just like where you are. So warm and heavy, so soft and sleepy, and so sensitive. Your nipples are so sensitive aren’t they Beth?”
Amber pinched Beth’s nipples, hard, right as Tiffany said that, then answered the question for Beth as Beth heard herself moan. ”So sensitive. They’re so sensitive aren’t they Beth?”
Beth’s bra was off now, somehow, and now Tiffany was reaching out to gently start to fondle her, replacing Amber’s hands, gently, lovingly caressing her and pinching her nipples.
“Let us take this off now.”
“Take it off for us.”
“Stand up.”
“Just a little.”
“And just let go.”
“Let go.”
“Relax.”
“Let go.”
“So pretty.”
“So smart.”
“So horny.”
“So sleepy.”
“Sleepy eyes.”
“Sensitive nipples.”
“Wet pussy.”
“Weak mind.”
“Wet pussy,” Amber was gently fingering Beth, and she only knew it was Amber, because she felt Tiffany’s hands on her tits.
“Weak mind,” Tiffany spoke, then leaned forward to kiss Beth. “Your boyfriend’s dripping out of your wet pussy mind now. Everything else is going to gush out of it soon and you want that don’ you?”
The crystal was so pretty, and Tiffany’s tits were so perfect, and Amber was fingering her and she was about to cum, and Amber’s voice was so sticky and so sweet, “You want it Beth. Wet pussy, weak mind, cum everything away now.”
God it was building up, and Tiffany licked her fingers, then slid them under Beth’s panties while Amber started to play with Beth’s clit.
“Cum with us Beth, cum to us, cum for us, nothing else matters, nothing else exists,” as Tiffany’s fingers slid inside her and started to work, Beth’s body buckled and obeyed in a deep, soul shaking, mind bending orgasm that took the words from her brain, and took the breath from her lips.
Beth gasped and felt Amber’s hand around her neck, and she watched as Tiffany waved her free hand down to her necklace, “Sleep.”
“Sleep.”
The word was repeated as fingers and lips kissed and caressed her until Beth’s eyes couldn’t stay open, and she couldn’t stay present any longer.
“Wake up Beth, waaaaake up beautiful.”
Beth opened her eyes, and felt Amber’s hands gently massaging her tits. Tiffany was still sitting across from her, still fully clothed, and Beth couldn’t…
Speak?
Move?
Think?
“You have such amazing tits, they’re even bigger and better than mine, and I bought mine. You’re going to be amazing, and you’re lucky, because they’re so sensitive. Mine aren’t as sensitive as they were before the surgery, but it’s okay, it just means people have to suck a little harder, or squeeze my nipples a little harder.”
“So sensitive Beth, you’ll cum when I play with them,” Amber’s words started to come true as Beth felt herself building up to another orgasm.
“Your nipples are so sensitive Beth, and it feels so good when they make you cum.” Tiffany reached out then and pinched a nipple sharply enough that Beth let out a little whimper, not of pain, but of bliss as she started to cum again.
Tiffany traced her fingers down from Beth’s tit to her stomach then down between her legs, “You have such a wet pussy Beth.”
Amber was massaging Beth’s tits again, but the feeling of the blonde’s hands, of her fingers rubbing against her nipples was making Beth moan, and then gasp as Tiffany slid two fingers inside her. Beth couldn’t take it; It was too much pleasure it was…
“Wet pussy…” Amber whispered in her ear then sucked on her neck and squeezed her tits.
“…Weak mind,” Tiffany was inside her, and Beth couldn’t keep either of their voices out of her heard.
“The crystal is everything.”
“Wet pussy…”
“The crystal is the symbol of our power.”
“Weak mind…”
“It’s one of the tools we use.”
“Wet pussy…”
“That you’ll use.”
“Weak mind…”
“To seduce…”
“Wet pussy…”
“And destroy…”
“Weak mind…”
“You’re one of us now…”
“Wet?”
“Pussy.”
“You belong to us now…”
“Weak?”
“The crystal is the Coven…”
“Mind.”
“You are in the Crystal…”
“Good girl…”
“You are in the Coven…”
“Good girl…”
“The Coven is everything…”
“So wet?
“We are the Coven…”
“So weak.”
“You are one of us now…”
“So wet?
“You are everything now…”
“Good girl.”
“You are the crystal…”
“So?”
“You are between my tits…”
“Weak.”
“And between my tits…”
“Good girl.”
Beth was staring into the crystal between Amber’s tits, down on all fours on the rug as Tiffany kept fingering her. Beth’s body was failing her. The orgasms were too much. They were torture now, and they weren’t stopping. Tiffany was ruthlessly pressing all her buttons, and as Beth stared into the perfect blue crystal between those huge, tanned fake tits, all she could do was reapeat the words “Wet pussy, weak mind” over and over again.
And god she was wet.
God was she weak.
“Beth,” Amber stroked her face as softly and as lovingly as she’d ever been touched, and as Tiffany finally slid her fingers out of her, Beth felt a flood of physical relief, then a lonely ache to feel Tiffany inside her. “You’re mine now, the same way I’m Tiffany’s. She’s trained me, and I’m going to train you. I’m going to teach you how to turn people into your sex slaves. I’m going to teach you how to use pleasure, desire, beauty, and everything else, especially your poetry, to hypnotize and enchant anyone into being your desperate slave. It’s what the Coven does, and you’re one of us now. You’re too wet to deny us, because?”
Tiffany’s hands were on Beth’s tits, cupping and squeezing, then pinching her nipples, making Beth cry with pleasure and exhaustion, “Say it… Kayla… that’s your name now… it’s so much sexier than… ‘Beth’, isn’t it… Answer her Kayla, wet pussy…”
“Weak…” she… Beth… no… what was…
Tiffany’s middle finger brushed across her clit…”say it Kayla…”
“…mind.”
Amber kissed her, deeply and slowly as Tiffany kept torturing her, whispering her name over and over, “Good girl Kayla, good girl sexy Kayla. Good girl Kayla, you’re Kayla, you’re so sexy, and such a good girl.”
Gently, as the kiss ebbed, Kayla… she had to be Kayla now, they kept saying that name and they were talking to her… Beth wasn’t Beth… Beth was Kayla was Beth was… as the kiss ebbed, Tiffany gently guided Kayla down to her back and Amber straddled Kayla’s chest.
“Look at the crystal now Kayla, you’re a facet of the crystal, just like Beth is a facet of who you are. Watch it spin and twirl now Beth,” Amber had taken her necklace off and was holding it just above Beth’s eyes… Beth was watching as the crystal effortlessly captivated her.
“Listen Beth, listen and surrender… you’re too wet and too weak to resist me. You’re getting sleepy Beth, your eyes are getting so heavy and sleepy now, the eyes inside yourself are starting to blink and close, starting to feel so sleepy, because you’re so weak and so fucked out. You need to sleep now Beth, sleep and sink and let Kayla take care of everything, just like we’ll take…”
Amber’s honey sweet voice went on and on as the crystal twirled around and round, but Beth’s eyes closed, and Kayla’s eyes opened, just to close again as Amber straddled her face. Kayla wasn’t conscious of how vigorously she worshiped Amber’s pussy, or the fact that at some point Tiffany took over and started fucking the deeply hypnotized girl’s face. All she could do was obey the two perfect, plastic blondes as they continued their initiation ritual.
That night, Beth wasn’t aware of what had become of her life, and while she’d use that name in class, in the Coven she was Kayla. And while Beth had a boyfriend before the night of her initiation, the Coven had made sure Kayla didn’t.
She’d find out later what happened to him, and why… that as she was being hypnotized and brainwashed, so was he…
Scott couldn’t believe the girls in the sorority all went to the same university he did. They were all gorgeous, they all looked like models and porn stars, and he’d felt terribly awkward in the foyer of the house looking around for his girlfriend Beth. Beth was gorgeous, she was beyond sexy in his eyes, but he still had eyes, and these girls were…
“Hello, are you Beth’s boyfriend, Scott is it?”
He was staring into the gray blue eyes of a brown haired woman in a silver mini dress with a black velvet chocker. She wore a thin silver chain that ended in a perfect oblong sapphire that sat between a pair of tits that were as big, and fake, and as perfect as anyone could ever imagine.
Scott’s girlfriend Beth had amazing tits. They were big naturals. No, they were huge naturals, but the plastic pornographic shape of this woman? She couldn’t be a student… He was staring at that crystal, watching it dangle, momentarily caught by the deep purple of her fingernails and the by the blue gem rose as it fell between her cleavage, dancing on its chain.
Then he realized what he was doing, and looked up into her soft, sparkling eyes. “Hi, yeah. I’m Scott. Is Rachael here yet? She told me to meet her here. Have you seen her?”
God, he felt bad being this close to whomever this woman… whomever she was, was. Her long straight hair was down over her shoulders, but he could see her dress was strapless, and as she spoke she put her hand to her chest, fingernails tracing the top of her breast, drawing his eye back to those tits he’d tried to avoid staring at.
“Scott, I am Nadia,” she had a little bit of an accent he couldn’t place, and her tanned skin was perfectly smooth and glowing. It was impossible to avoid her tits as she started toying with the silver chain again. “I am the house mother here and I asked her to invite you early so I could interview you about her. She’s talking with Amber, her pledge sponsor, but as certain as we all are that she belongs with us, I need to know about you, so I can know about her.”
It felt like she was about to say something else, but instead she reached out and took his hand in hers, “You understand.”
It wasn’t a question, it was an imperative that forced him to find a conclusion that he did understand, but he didn’t know exactly what he understood.
“Come,” she squeezed his hand and pulled him down the hall towards an empty den, “here we can talk privately and you can tell me all about Beth.”
Beth would watch what was about to happen on tape later.
She would watch it to study Nadia’s techniques, and to see how weak men were in the face of the Coven’s psychosexual hypnotic powers. Beth, as Kayla, the new personality they were crafting out of the old her, would have to watch her boyfriend get hypnotized and fucked into slavery by a superior Coven member.
Why? Because the organization wanted him under their influence. It was Nadia not Beth-Kayla, because Scott’s fortune and his family were too big a prize to go to a new girl who wouldn’t have to the tools to control him on their timeline. It was a prize that went to a woman who had served the order, not to some initiate who might have been in love.
And even more so, Kayla wouldn’t have the tools to use him to open up access to other targets. Kayla, because she would leave Beth behind in every practical way, would also learn in time that her emotional connection to him would have made her a liability. It was a cult after all, and you had to cut ties, or at least mediate them without the outside world for your initiates.
Kayla would come to understand all of it from every conceivable angle.
“Sit with me,” Nadia had soft, full lips and a small upturned nose. She moved like a ballerina, and spoke with so much smooth, silky confidence that Scott would find himself caught in her web before he could even feel the first strands wrapping around him.
Kayla would watch his body language as he sat there, coached by Amber about everything Nadia did, why, and what to look for to see how her approach worked.
“We are a very exclusive house, even for this university, I’m sure you understand. And our sisters are all only of the highest quality. We believe Beth’s many talents make her perfect to join us, and to wear one of these.”
They were sitting on a loveseat together, much closer than Scott was comfortable with, especially with this woman who he thought must be ten years his senior, but he didn’t know.
He couldn’t tell how old she was. She could have just been a senior at the university for all he could tell about her.
“All the sisters wear one, look at it Scott, see the way the crystal holds the light.” She had taken her necklace off and was holding it up just above his eye line. “The crystal is the symbol of the sorority, because blue is the color of clarity, and the facets of a crystal represent the fullness of our experiences and personalities. Crystals catch and reflect the light, as we catch and reflect the light of wisdom and experience here.”
She put her hand on his and started to swing the crystal back and forth, her hand hardly moving to make it swing, “Now just watch the crystal Scott.”
“Are you trying to hypnotize me?” He was watching it swing, he hadn’t decided, it had just happened when she touched him and started swinging it. Then when she told him to do it, she was just telling him what he was already doing.
“No Scott,” her eyes were so clear and so strong, and their dark shade of blue was reaching out to him, inviting him to look deeper into her eyes, but the crystal kept him. “I am hypnotizing you. It will make you more honest, and it will make you feel so relaxed and so peaceful that you will want to be even more deeply hypnotized once you start to feel how good it feels.”
“Nadia I…”
She squeezed his hand, “You are being a good boyfriend. You are watching the crystal and your eyelids are starting to get so heavy now, yes? Your eyelids are starting to get so heavy, they need to flutter, they need to blink. You need to keep watching the crystal as it swings, and you need to feel how relaxing it is to close your eyes.”
She squeezed a pressure point between his thumb and forefinger, and one on the pinky side of his hand. The dull, penetrating pain of her grip unmoored him, and when she forcefully said, “Sleep,” his eyes closed.
Scott felt himself sinking down into a quieter world. It felt like closing his eyes on a hot summer afternoon.
“It feels good to be hypnotized. You are in a light trance, but you will open your eyes and feel twice as relaxed as you feel now. Twice as good as you feel now, as you open your eyes and find yourself staring at the crystal again. You will have no choice, because even though you are in a very light trance now, you are feeling very suggestible and very cooperative. You must cooperate with me to give Beth what she wants. Open your eyes now Scott, and do what I tell you to.”
Scott’s eyes opened, and for a second he found himself staring directly into Nadia’s eyes, “It’s okay Scott, this is just some fun, you’ll see.”
She squeezed his hand again, softly, supportively, and he felt his eyes shifting to find the crystal. As he saw it there, just above her breasts, he felt a strange tension lift from the back of his head. It felt like something had been distracting him, but now he was free to just focus.
He could just focus on her crystal, and also just passively enjoy the rise and fall of her beautiful porn star tits in the amazingly tight silver dress.
“See, it is easy to follow my commands. Commands are just ideas, just suggestions that compel you, and it is really your idea to focus on the crystal now that I’ve offered the idea to you. A suggestion is a question you choose to answer, and trance makes it easy to answer all of my questions, it makes you want to answer all of my questions, yes?”
Her accent seemed more prevalent as she spoke, and he had no idea where it was from. Maybe Russian? Maybe some central or eastern European country, he couldn’t tell, but as the crystal spun on its chain, dipping down to be framed by her perfect fake tits, he found himself dangling on her voice like the crystal dangled from the chain.
Scott felt his eyes closing and he sighed out a “Yes.”
“No Scott, we must keep watching the crystal, yes?” She squeezed his hand again. As his eyes were eased open by the sound of her voice as he felt her starting to massage his hand. “Notice how relaxed you are, and notice how my pretty, perfect crystal captures and holds the light, like it captures and holds your eye.”
The crystal was almost touching Nadia’s tits and it slowly stopped spinning, “We are like crystals, as I said, with different facets of ourselves. Some strong, some weak, some prominent, some reserved, but each facet is a part of the whole. Now, I wonder, what facet of you does Beth see? What facet of yourself does only she see, that you do not share? Does she see your weakness, yes?”
Her huge fake tits and her glowing tanned skin stood out against her tight silver dress, and the blue crystal was a north star for his focus and his world. “Yes.”
He blinked and wanted to let his eyes stay closed, but he knew he had to keep staring at the crystal. He knew, and he felt so relaxed having such an easy task, such an easy thing to do. Hypnosis was relaxing, and being hypnotized and feeling good so he could help his girlfriend felt really good and…
Huge, perfect tits… and darker, heavier…
“Does she see your weakness, and love you for it? Does Beth love you?”
He was feeling so sleepy and so warm, and he was blinking, struggling to keep his eyes open, “Yes.”
“Yes she does. And you love her. But look at the crystal, see the facet of the crystal that is your weakness. See your weakness reflecting in the crystal now.”
Scott found himself staring at the blue gem, focused on the facet of the oblong crystal that was centered and facing him.
“Keep watching…” the crystal started to spin… “and see that every facet looks the same. From the outside, every facet is the same, yes?”
She pushed down gently on his hand as he said “Yes” and blinked.
“And as you watch the crystal spin, seeing your own weakness in every facet of the crystal, it is a part of the whole, but the whole looks like the part. And the part is an extension of the center, of the core. All our facets of self, are extensions of our cores. Your weakness is your core, and when you see the core, you see it in every facet, as you have seen, as you have known. You know you are weak yes?”
Scott had always thought there was some weakness in him, some invisible flaw he kept hidden from the world, that Beth could see and accept because she really knew him, and she knew him better than anyone else ever could. As Nadia spoke to him, he felt seen, the same way he felt with Beth.
It felt good to be this open.
“Tell me, as you feel the hypnosis making you so easily honest and truthful, tell me that you are weak.”
“I’m…” down the crystal sank, down into her cleavage, like a reward for his willingness to be so hypnotically cooperative, “weak.”
Nadia patted his hand, then lifted the crystal up from her cleavage back to above her eyes, and then lifted her hand from his to wave it across his eyes, “Yes, you are weak. Sleep now. Sleep.”
Scott’s eyes closed.
“You are very weak Scott, down to your core you are weak. It is why you’re so easily hypnotized. It is why my suggestions are so effective. If you were stronger you wouldn’t be so easily hypnotized, but weren’t so you easily hypnotized Scott?”
“I…mmm, uh…” he started to open his eyes, but Nadia caressed his face. He was trying to agree with her but the words weren’t coming. “Uh huhmmmm.”
“Yes, because you’re weak. You’re very weak, you have a weak character, you have a weak mind, and you are very susceptible, too suggestible to hypnosis to resist my suggestions aren’t you?”
It sounded so reasonable, so logical, and… he made another soft affirmative mumble.
“You love Beth because she is pretty, and she has big tits, and she sees your weakness, yes?”
Nadia was stroking his face and he could feel her closer to him now. As he started to mumble his agreement again, she put her finger under his chin and made him nod his head.
His whole body felt loose and warm, like all the tension had been massaged out of his body.
“And you think I’m very pretty, I know. I am very pretty Scott, look at me. Open your eyes and look at me. See how pretty I am. I am the most beautiful woman you have ever seen. You don’t want to admit it, but I am more beautiful than Beth. This is just a fact.”
His eyes opened, and he wanted to argue with her, but he was too weak to deny it. It was true anyway, Nadia was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.
“And,” she dangled her crystal in front of his eyes and led his vision down to her massive breasts, “and my tits are also very big aren’t they?”
He watched as the crystal dipped down into her cleavage, disappearing this time, and as it sank between those huge, perfect tits, Scott felt another strange wave of relief. “And I see your weakness more clearly than Beth does.”
“Watch the crystal, watch yourself, you are the crystal, you are a core of weakness, with every facet showing what you are. You are the crystal, watch yourself between my tits.”
Up and down the oblong sapphire moved, up and down he watched it slipping between her tits, feeling himself there between her breasts. “I am more beautiful than Beth, and I see your weakness more clearly than her. I am all you love in her, I am more of what you love about her. If you love her, then you must love me. You are too weak to deny it, too weak to be stubborn in the face of the truth Scott. Tell me you love me.”
He didn’t speak, or move.
He didn’t nod, or mumble an agreement.
He sat there and watched the crystal as it slid in and out of her cleavage.
“Tell me you love me.”
He felt the suggestion, the phallic erotic suggestion of himself sliding between her tits, and as his arousal started to build, as the blood started to rush to his cock, he lost himself.
“Tell me you love me. You’re too weak to deny it. Tell me you love me.”
Up and down the crystal went. Up and down between her tits, making him harder, making him weaker, making him more desperate and confused. It felt like the blood filling his cock was draining out of his brain.
“Tell me you love me. You’re too weak to deny it. Tell me you love me.”
He stared at her, this beautiful, overwhelmingly sexy woman who saw to the heart of him. He saw everything she was, and he… he realized…
“I love you Nadia.”
She kissed him softly, “I love you too. And if you love me, that must mean I’m your girlfriend, because you love me and I’m kissing you. Am I your girlfriend Scott?”
She stroked his cheek and looked deep into his eyes, “Are you my hypnotized boyfriend? Because you are hypnotized, and kissing me, and too weak to resist my suggestions, because they’re true, because I’m stronger than you, and my truth is your truth. Am I your girlfriend Scott?”
Nothing she said made sense, but if he loved her and was kissing her, and that was what he did with his girlfriend, then…
“You’re my girlfriend.”
“I know,” she kissed him again, “and you’re my hypnotized boyfriend, that’s why…”
She took his hands in hers and stood him up, “Stand up.”
He moved so easily, pulled gently to his feet by power he didn’t understand, and he almost tried to stop her as she unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants and underwear down before pushing him back onto the small couch.
“That’s why…” his stiff cock stood bolt upright and she started to swirl her crystal around it, “that’s why you’re letting me hypnotize your cock. As the crystal spins around and round, your cock’s going to get bigger, harder, and so much more sensitive. The crystal is hypnotizing your cock to only respond to me now, to only get hard for me, but that’s why it feels so good, and that’s why it’s getting bigger, and harder, and is so sensitive now. Your cock’s as weak as you are, but I can hypnotize it to be strong for me, just like I’m hypnotizing your love for me to be true and undeniable. Your cock has never been bigger than it is becoming now, and you’ve never loved anyone the way you love me now.”
As the crystal spiraled around his dick, it felt like she was touching him, and as she spoke, her words felt like they were kissing his brain.
“Your cock is your love for me, because you want to fuck me. Your cock is your love for me, because you want to make love to me. Your cock is your love for me, that is why your cock belongs to me and my hypnotic control. You cannot trust yourself to have the self control to control your cock. It needs my hypnotic love, because my love is hypnosis. Hypnotizing your cock to love me is my love for you. Thick, hard, full, and weak for me, your cock is mine and your love is mine. Does your cock belong to me now?”
He couldn’t speak, he could only watch as she slowly started to suck his cock, keeping hard eye contact with him as she did. He was in heaven for the brief moments her lips slide up and down his length, and he whimpered as she slid off him.
“Is that why your cock was in my mouth?”
He groaned out a “Yes Nadia.”
She put her necklace back on, pulled down her dress to her waist… she wasn’t wearing a bra, and wrapped his cock in her tits. “Scott, why am I doing this? Are you too weak, and too stupid to explain? Do you need me to explain it to you?”
He grunted, “Yuh…”
He’d always thought he was dumber than being thought he was. He always thought he was just pretending to have his shit together. Of course the woman he loved saw through him.
“It’s because I’m your girlfriend, and you love me, and I’m hypnotizing you because you’re weak and you need me to control you.”
Somehow that all made sense.
“Just watch my tits now baby, look at that cock I control, between my tits Scott my love, watch and feel my tits hypnotizing your cock, and hypnotizing your love until you can’t keep it inside any longer.”
Up and down her massive, soft, fake tits slid on his cock, smoothing it, making it disappear in the warm mass of her breasts. Up and down her massive, soft, fake tits slid, making him realize he was falling more and more in love with her.
“There’s only me, you only love me.”
Up and down, and up and down her tits took him deeper under her spell.
“My tits are hypnotizing your cock, my tits are hypnotizing your love, my tits are hypnotizing your weakness, and my tits control everything they hypnotize. You love them. You love me.”
The also made sense, perfect, soft, smothering sense.
He loved her.
He loved her so much he was going to…
“Oh Scott,” she stood up and pulled her dress down to the floor, then slid her bright pink panties off, “do you want to fuck me?”
He was so hard, and so weak, and so in love. He’d been so close to cumming, “Yes. Yes Nadia.”
“But I would never have sex with someone unless they were going to marry me. Are you going to marry me Scott?”
When she asked, she put one foot up on the loveseat to half straddle him as she took his cock in her hand and started to rub it against her pussy lips.
“Ask me to marry you. Do what you’re told weakling. Do what you’re told lover.”
Nadia’s tits were in his face, the head of his cock was almost inside her, and the honey sweet, sticky, irresistible sound of her voice had wrapped around his brain like a spider’s web.
“Will,” his hips bucked up but she was ahead of him and kept her pussy just out of reach, “will you…” she slid back down as his hips dropped, “will you marry me?”
Nadia got off him, “Not like this, do it properly.”
Scott got down on his knees, cock stiff, “I don’t have a ring, but…” but nothing made sense except obeying her and following her commands. He was too weak to think for himself, too weak and dumb, and she knew it. She was strong. “But Nadia, will you marry me?”
She stroked his face, “Only if we elope tomorrow, and only if you call me your Queen from now on.”
“Yes,” oh god, whatever she wanted, “yes my Queen.”
Nadia turned her back to him and stared right where she knew the camera was, then got on her hands and knees.
“Good boy. Now fuck me my love. Make love to me, make love to your Queen, your future wife, make love to me and only me, now and forever.”
Scott stood up, and stepped out of the pants around his ankles. His eyes were empty, but his balls were full, and he grabbed Nadia’s hips with a familiarity that he’d only ever had with one person.
As he took her from behind, as she gave herself to his cock she smiled into the camera, “Scott my love, who’s Beth?”
“My…” he was working himself into her slowly and gently, deeply fucking her as one hand reached around to finger her clit. “My girlfriend?”
The through broke from the fog, but it just confused him more.
“No she’s not…” Nadia made a theatrical, pornographic moan, “she’s no one. I’m the only woman in your life. You’re fucking me because you love me. You’re fucking me because you’re going to run away to Vegas and elope with me tomorrow. Beth is no one. Who is Beth?”
He was already cumming, and it was perfect timing, “Beth is no one.”
When Kayla watched the video as part of her training, and part of her indoctrination, she watched the next 20 minutes of extended sexual conditioning as Nadia repeated the same patterns of fucking the brains out of Scott and making him repeat his new reality over and over, including the fact that he’d never loved Beth, and didn’t even know who she was.
When Kayla watched the video as part of her training, Amber sat next to her and never stopped touching her. In that final 20 minutes Amber started fingering Kayla and playing with her tits, whispering in her ear that men were weak and useless. Amber filled Kayla’s mind with the reality that men could not be loved, and that love was a weapon to use against them, to control them.
Amber made Kayla cum over and over again, all while she watched another woman fuck her boyfriend… her ex-boyfriend… Beth’s boyfriend…
It was Tiffany’s idea to give her a sexy name. Tiffany had renamed Amber as Amber to they could introduce themselves and T and A. Tiffany gave all the new initiates hot girl names.
Amber’s old name had been Carol, and she’d been a brunette. Tiffany had turned Carol into a clone of herself, but Nadia had turned Tiffany, whose name was actually Tiffany, into everything she was.
“Hello Kayla, my name is Nadia, I am the house mother and the leader of our Coven. We are one of many, but we are… we are part of a long tradition of being the strongest, most dominant of the Covens. We do things differently here. “
Kayla saw the large diamond on Nadia’s finger, and watched it sparkle as the woman who married her boyfriend brought it up to her chest. Nadia was wearing tight jeans and a very tight, very thin white tee. Her hair was up and she seemed almost like a normal woman in her early 30s.
Almost… because she was radiant, she glowed, and Beth… no, Kayla hated her… or thought she was supposed to hate her.
“You love me.”
Nadia snapped her fingers in front of Kayla’s face.
“You love me.”
She snapped again.
Love snap. Me.
Me love snap. L Love snap O
Love snap. M.
V Love. E.
Snap. Snap. Snap.
“I love you.”
Kayla felt a warmth in her heart that defied words, or logic.
As Nadia held her in her arms, stroking Kayla’s head, cradling it to her huge fake tits, the older woman whispered, “I know. I know you don’t want to love me for what I did, and what I took away from you, but you need to learn how powerful what we do truly is. So my sweet girl, you must love me. Do you love me?”
“Yes Nadia,” Kayla realized slowly as the darkness faded at the edges, that she was soaking wet. “I love you.”
Being made to feel this way, being tortured, twisted, and conditioned to enjoy it, having it happen so quickly, having it follow the life she’d seen herself living taken away from her, made Kayla decide then and there that no matter how deep into her head they got, they would never have her loyalty.
The love Nadia made her feel in that moment faded away, replaced with something surprising. The power was overwhelming. The power was intoxicating. The power was something she… she actually wanted.
It turned her on more than she’d ever been before.
More than with Scott.
More than being double teamed by Tiffany and Amber.
Nothing felt as hot as the idea of what was happening, of the fact this was what Kayla would be doing to other people.
Men.
Women.
She was wet from whatever games Nadia played with her mind and her pussy, but she was throbbing with the thought of what she would be doing.
But was that her idea? Or was that Nadia, or Amber, or Tiffany…
Yes, the other girls in the Coven had whispered it in her ear. Yes, the power was the purpose of the Coven, but she would never be one of them, no matter how much she loved it, and no matter what she did.
She’d learn everything she could.
She’d master their techniques, and then she’d leave them all behind… and take something from them if she could.
“Just now,” as Nadia stroked her hair and cradled her head against those huge fake tits in that defining moment, “how did it feel to be so deeply hypnotized. Tell me my sweet poet, describe deep trance to me.”
“It was like my world disappeared. Like my mind was…”
Kayla put her hand between Nadia’s legs and rubbed two fingers hard against the crotch seem of the older woman’s jeans. If she was going to play her part, she would play it to the hilt to keep control.
“…empty and black as a starless night.”
