Gwen's Hypnosis (Lesbian Mind Control Erotica) (10 page)

The thought only aroused her even more.

Hanna's expert tongue felt like pure white-hot pleasure against her clit, alternately flicking by itself or poking during wide-mouthed sucks. Her lover seemed to take her whole mound in her mouth, sucking hard while somehow still employing her tongue…

Gwen's eyes fluttered, and she struggled to keep her own efforts up. She wanted very bad
ly to please Hanna the same way, but the brunette was just too skilled.

Screaming against the sheer power of the plea
sure building in her, she writhed in ecstasy, riding the most intense orgasm she'd ever had while keeping her tongue up in her best friend's pussy. The taste, intimacy, and taboo kept her shuddering with intense bliss for several long minutes.

When she was finally forced to push Hanna off for fear of passing out, she could barely think. "That was… incredible…"

Hanna smiled, opening her legs in anticipation of her turn. "Certainly worth the wait."

Catching her breath, Gwen nodded emphatically. "
I'm so glad I called you. I've missed you."

"Oh." Hanna closed her legs, her demeanor suddenly changing.

"What?" Gwen asked, suddenly worried. She suspected that she knew that look, and had used it herself on occasion.

"I just thought you knew this is just a hookup," her old best friend replied, frowning. "We're not like, going to date or anything…"

It was Gwen's turn to frown.

Hanna grimaced. "Wow.
You… I don't even know what to say. What, you try out girls and suddenly you're all in? I
live it
. It's not that easy." She stood, grabbing her clothes. "I think I better go."

In a moment, she was gone, and Gwen was left to sit on the floor naked and alone, wondering what the hell had gotten into her - and what had gone so horribly wrong.

Worse, she wanted so badly to grab the locket and force her old best friend to change her mind. The urge was strong enough, she actually grabbed it and ran to the door - but stopped herself at the last moment.

"I need to destroy this goddamn thing," she muttered.

She imagined she could feel a brief dip in the energy coursing through her hand - was it the locket, afraid of what she might do?

She unhooked the chain and shoved it all back in her purse angrily.

She sat in the bookstore coffee shop, sipping a mocha latte that did little to cheer her up. It was all she could do to put on a neutral face, hiding her profound unhappiness from the other patrons scattered around reading books.

Finally, her phone lit up with the expected text message.

The drive to
the house was short. Light drifting snow made her feel cold, and her car's heat just didn't seem to be enough.

Lydia answered the door, looking up and down the street anxiously. "You bring it?"

She nodded.

Behind the hastily shut front door, Emma waited.

Gwen immediately raised the locket.

Both women fell into trances.

"Do you two intend to trick me?" she asked, fearful.

"No," came the dual response.

"Do you two intend to steal the locket?"

"No."

Sighing, she walked over to the living room table and dropped the gold heart and chain on it with a loud clunk.

Lydia and Emma jumped, startled, and looked around - before noticing she was in the living room already.
They'd agreed to the questioning, but they both still looked worried.

Gwen sat on the cushy chair, and Lydia and Emma sat on the couch.

All three stared down at the locket.

It lay
quietly on the table, feigning innocence.

"That locket made me do some messed up things," Emma
admitted first.

"I friggin' kidnapped people," Lydia responded, her eyes wide.

Gwen screwed her face up. "I made a girl eat me out in a supermarket aisle, and fucked a coffee shop girl in a drive-through window."

Lydia laughed. "Like,
in
the drive-through window?"

Gwen nodded, forlorn.

Emma stared. "And you got away with it?"

"I don't know," Gwen replied. "What would they say? Officer, some woman fucked our co-worker
with a strap-on as she hung out the coffee shop window…"

The tense mood broke as all thr
ee women burst out laughing, their moods fragile from nervousness.

Almost unable to breath
e from her red-faced fit of laughter, Emma went to the kitchen. "I'll get us some drinks."

Lydia laid the book out on the table, and they gathered around, sitting close on the floor and sipping
wine.

Sidled up against the object of her utmost fantasy, Gwen couldn't help but grow a little heated. She wondered if either woman noticed her subtle sidelong glances.

"What about this passage?" Lydia asked, seemingly oblivious.

Emma raised her eyebrows. "It's pretty cryptic. It could mean anything."

"Didn't you read this before you used the locket?"

"Sort of," she shrugged. "It's really wordy and obscure."

"True."

They combed each page of the book for the next half-hour, before Gwen finally sighted something promising. "Look, right there."

Lydia read it out loud. "It can only be given up by someone who truly does not desire. What's that mean?"

Gwen sighed, finished off her glass, and then spoke. "I tried to break it. Even put it under the wheel of my car and backed over it. But you know… I didn't
really
want to destroy it. How could I? You can do anything with it. Get anything you want. Part of me was glad it was unharmed by all that."

"That makes sense," Emma
replied, distant. "That means we can't get rid of it, then. We'll have to hide it or something. And which of us won't just run to the hiding spot and get it out the moment there's any problem in our lives?"

None of the three spoke, each thinking about their own failures to resist using the locket's power.

Gwen's thoughts dwelled on Hanna's reaction to her blundering fantasies. Had her old best friend been right? Was she just fooling around and high on doing whatever she wanted? The more she thought about Hanna's words, the more she realized she'd been indulging her every whim without any consequences. Hanna lived her consequences, had real relationships…

And none of them would have real relationships as long as the locket remained in their lives.

Emma refilled their glasses, and they began commiserating about everything they'd been through.

"The
thing is," Gwen said, shaking her head after a heady sip. "That power available to us won't let us live normally. Real life is full of hardships. Nothing matters if you can just have whatever you want."

Lydia agreed with an emphatic noise.
"What can we do?" She took a long gulp of wine.

"Watch each other, I guess," she replied, her tone forlorn.
"Hiding it is pointless. We can't destroy it. All we can do is deal with it like it's an addiction. Keep each other from using."

Emma laughed. "Sounds like you're talking about a drug."

"Aren't I? Power is intoxicating."

"
Wow, fair point."

They stared down at the locket again for awhile.

"So… you're alright with what happened?" Emma suddenly asked. "I was all like… leather dominatrix crazy…"

Gwen felt her cheeks burn red. She shared a glance with Lydia. "I was scared and angry at the time, but now… it was kind of fun, actually.
And it certainly opened me up to new experiences. Your 'training' sort of worked."

Emma blinked. "Really? Wow. I thought I was just making things up that tickled my fancy."
She paused. "Wait, does that mean you've…?"

Gwen burned even brighter red. "I kind of went on a sex rampage with the locket."

"Men and women?"

"Just women…"

"So we actually turned you?" Emma continued, her neck flushing visibly. "That's… so fucking hot…"

Gwen found herself looking away from Lydia's intent gaze. "Yeah, I guess you did.
Really wish I hadn't turned down that sixty-nine now…" She laughed sheepishly, realizing she'd accidentally spoken that out loud.

Emma suddenly stood. "I need more wine. Lydia, will you come help me open a new bottle?"

"Um, sure." The brunette followed her to the kitchen.

Gwen sat alone, staring at the locket and feeling horrible. Had she spoken out of line, offended Emma? The locket glimmered hopefully. She could almost feel it wanting her to use it. She could ju
st make them forget her comment…

She shook her head forcefully, resisting the urge.

The two women finally returned, sitting on the couch on either side of her.

"We talked," Emma stated directly. "The locket made us act out pretty intensely, but we're pretty sure we secretly wanted to do most of it."

Gwen looked back and forth between them. "Really…"

Emma nodded. "We
do
still have a college girl sex slave in the basement, after all."

"Rachel's still here?"

"She doesn't want to leave. Who are we to turn down a willing sex slave?"

Gwen laughed sheepishly again. "I suppose that makes sense."

Lydia finally chimed in. "We'd like to explore all those things we did… this time without the locket. And if you'd like to explore with us… since we'll be in each other's lives and all, what with the whole resisting-the-locket and watching each other thing… and we do have an extra room upstairs…"

Emma touched her hand. "We'd like you to be our live-in sex friend."

Gwen snorted, almost overwhelmed by the silliness and seriousness. "I don't have to be a sex slave and live in the basement?"

Emma shook her head. "No,
that whole thing will be just for girls we pick up at bars. Since we really did enjoy that."

Heady from the wine and the offer, Gwen struggled to maintain focus. She felt a little out of her own body. "Can you show me my room?"

Emma smiled.

Upstairs, Gwen passed by the second-floor rooms, remembering how different things had been the last time she'd been up there.

They passed Emma's son's room - out with the babysitter - and led her to the room across from the master bedroom.

"It's filled with junk right now," Lydia said, pushing boxes off the bed. "It's mostly my stuff from when I moved in. But we can clean that up."

"You two are sure?" Gwen asked. Hanna's words still rung true with her. She'd failed to resist the locket, and she'd opened herself up to new sexuality, and this would rather literally be living with the consequences…

"Yes," Emma replied. "We're going to need each other close by to resist that locket on a continual basis. And you're gorgeous, so there is that."

The wispy blonde couldn't help but blush again. "Oh, you two, chatting me up… you know you're both pretty as hell…"

Emma smiled gracefully. "So it's decided…"
She shared a smirk with her girlfriend.

"What?" Gwen asked.

Lydia took her hand, smiling, and pulled her from the room.

They circled into the bathroom.

Gwen's heart began pounding, her body tensing with excitement.

Emma leaned in and turned on both streams in the large shower, and Lydia
closed the door.

Both women stood in front of the shower, slowly stripping.
Emma's lithe feminine body seemed even more supple and smooth than she remembered, and Lydia's large breasts swung free with eye-catching jiggles.

She couldn't help but stare
, a heat growing between her legs.

"You planning on
showering clothed?" Emma asked.

Gwen hastily tore off her clothes and followed her two new roommates into the shower.

The girlfriends began kissing under one of the warm shower streams, their glistening bodies pressed together in all the right places.

Gwen
leaned back against the wall respectfully, letting the other shower flow over her, watching the two women warm each other up. The sight immediately aroused her, and she began kneading her thighs, getting herself ready.

If this was living with consequences… she almost laughed.
Learning the ins and outs of lesbian life with Emma and Lydia each night seemed an incredible gift. She felt like she'd won the lottery. It was almost funny - they'd tried to train her into exactly this situation, force her to be a sex slave, and now here she was, more eager for this than she'd ever been for anything else in her entire life…

She had a brief, horrible thought: what if this had all somehow been their plan? What if sh
e was still under their control? What if her lesbian awakening, her living here and servicing them each night, and the way watching their bodies and kissing and groping turned her on… what if it was all just the locket's powers over her? What if they'd tricked and trained her so well, they didn't even need the locket to control her anymore?