Gwen's Hypnosis (Lesbian Mind Control Erotica) (2 page)

The ball of pleasure built up in her head and in her lower body, spiking as she neared orgasm. She licked faster, matching her hand; she held her tired tongue flat against her chin and moved her head
to keep at it, breathing desperately.

Finally, sweet release rushed through her. She spasmed almost painfully, her
legs clenching, the hand against her head gripping her hair tightly… mid-orgasm, rushing with bliss, she realized her Mistress was coming, too, her pussy grinding against her eager tongue.

Coming down, breathing hard, she collapsed back into her cage. Emma released her grip, grinning with satisfaction as she opened her eyes from an enjoyable orgasm.

Gwen stared at her with feigned anger and surprise, forgetting her act for a moment. She'd accidentally thought of her kidnapper as Mistress… and that mental slip had sharpened her pleasure.

Emma made a noise of appreciation
. "Very nice, for a first timer. How's it feel when you don't stop halfway?" She kneeled down, licking her lips. "You like how it feels to have a woman coming against your face?"

Gwen said nothing, wiping her chin.

"Maybe it went by too fast. The first time can be a little overwhelming. Don't worry, there'll be plenty more chances for you to memorize every little detail of the experience…" She looked back at the couch, where Lydia lay weakly on the couch, recovering from an intense orgasm. Rachel was already crawling back into her cage.

"Hmm…" Emma said, eyeing her captives. "Let's
give the newbie's tongue a rest for a little bit. I need a smoke."

G
wen watched warily as Lydia dressed, Emma recovered her discarded piece of leather, and the two women headed upstairs. The sound of a lock turning echoed a heavy note of finality throughout the basement.

"Where the hell are we?" she whispered, once the sounds of footsteps overhead quieted.

Rachel just smiled at her, but the brunette in the cage behind her made
a subtle motion to silence, indicating the other girl couldn't be trusted.

Sighing, Gwen leaned back against the bars near the wall. At least she had one girl on her side… what had Emma called her? Aubrey?

And Lydia might be an ally, if she wasn't putting on an act to mess with her.

Someone at the bookstore must have seen her kidnapping, right? She thought back on it, trying to figure out how she'd ended up here, but there was nothing… had she been drugged?

"How long have you been here?" she whispered, once Rachel seemed to doze off.

Aubrey approached her bars. "A day or two."

"Do they feed you… feed us?"

"Yeah.
They're not violent, just…" the girl seemed to shake with anger and embarrassment.

"Just what?"

Aubrey looked down. "I can't say."

"You can tell me,"
she urged, praying for some explanation of what was going on.

"I mean I literally can't say."
The girl moved back, curling up.

Gwen
thought back on the first moments of captivity she could remember, and how she'd been unable to speak or protest. Drugs… it had to be drugs… she checked her arms and legs for injection marks, but found nothing. She hadn't eaten anything or had anything to drink as far as she remembered.

The click of the lock at the top of the stairs echoed down.

She sat up, on guard.

Lydia
rushed over. "She's still smoking. She never smoked before all this…"

"What happened?"

"She's just… changed recently. She was so nice and sweet before."

"
That
woman was nice and sweet?" she asked, considering the leather suit and the sex toys on the walls.

"Yes. And I loved her. I don't know what's happened."

"So get us out of here!"

Lydia shook her head. "I can't.
You have to act the way she wants, and when you get out of here, get help. Get the police."

Gwen nodded,
fearful. Her wispy blonde hair fell in front of her face, unkempt and messy.

"Come on," Lydia said, pulling some keys from her pocket and unlocking the cage. "Emma says
to take you upstairs and shower you, get you cleaned up."

Cautious about her sudden apparent luck, Gwen clambered out, stretched her legs, and followed the woman in sweats across the basement. She glanced back, and saw Aubrey watching her sadly.

Emerging from the door at the top of the stairs, she was shocked to find a rather normal house. Luxuriously decorated and quite spacious, it certainly did not seem like some sort of kidnapper's hideout. The heavy oak front door was partially open, letting in chilly air - but she could see Emma standing right outside it, taking a drag from a cigarette.

She decided to hold off on an escape attempt for the moment.

Up a second set of stairs, she saw what looked like a kid's room through one of the hallway's open doors.

"That's Ricky's room, her son," Lydia explained as they passed. "He spends nights like this with our babysitter. He's hardly here anymore… just another thing Emma has forgotten about."

Even more confused, Gwen followed her into the master bedroom, and then the master bathroom, an accommodating angled space with nice tile and a large shower next to an empty jacuzzi.

Lydia slid open the shower's d
appled glass door, dropped her sweatpants and sweatshirt, and headed inside. "We can talk safely in there," she whispered.

P
eeling off her jeans, shirt, and underwear, Gwen nervously followed her in, feeling comforted by the privacy offered by the dappled glass walls. Still, she jumped when the shower's cold water hit her legs.

"It'll warm up quick," Lydia said quietly, barely audible over the two opposing showerheads' noisy streams.

Still clutching her arms over her bare chest nervously, Gwen gave a small miserable laugh. "First a changing room, now a shower… what won't you do to get me alone?"

Her shower-mate frowned. "Sorry."

"It's not your fault," she offered, starting to believe her. The more details she saw, the more she realized that the leather-clad woman smoking on the front porch must be seriously disturbed.

"I don't know," Lydia replied, idly rubbing the warming water along her arms in dismay. "I shouldn't have told her about you and I. She kind of lost it even more after that."

Gwen shivered one last time as her stream of water finally reached a nice temperature. "So you were with her at the time? Why did you…"

"You're just so beautiful," Lydia interrupted. She motioned up and down, exposing one of her large breasts as she did so.
"Your tits are incredible. So firm, so round… and that body… you could seriously be a model."

Gwen blushed.
"Never had a woman talk like that about me before."

"Truth be told, I was kind of jealo
us that she made you lick her like that."

She turned away, hiding in her shower's flowing water. "
It was against my will. This is kidnapping. Jealousy is the last thing I'm concerned about right now. I don't know why I'm not screaming my head off or running for the front door violently right now."

"It's Emma," Lydia said, moving closer behind her. "She's got a
strange power over women. You're not running or screaming because you're not really all that angry, right?"

Her words made sense. She didn't actually feel in all that much danger…

Gwen held herself tight, her thoughts still running over the flavor and feel of Emma getting off against her mouth. It was certainly different from pleasing a man, that was for sure… and the orgasm she'd had masturbating while servicing her had been incredible. She chalked it up to the newness and taboo of it all.

"Or…" Lydia continued, touching her bare back gently. "Is there maybe some experience you still want, that you would never do
unless… forced to? Maybe one you interrupted before, and you secretly regret it?"

Her heart pounded in her chest, and she wondered if Lydia
could feel it through her back.

"There's nobody else up here.
Nobody will know. It doesn't have to be forced. We could do it our way, the way we want… and then get the hell out of here."

She clamped her eyes shut for a moment, letting the water run over her face. Why was this making sense at all? Were there still drugs in
her system, affecting her judgment? She held her breath as Lydia's hand moved slowly down her back, tracing her sides, coming to rest on her tummy. She looked down, seeing the lithe hand flat against her skin, her own bare sex dripping water between her legs. Only, it wasn't just water…

Seemingly sensing her low willpower, Lydia turned her around.

Gwen suddenly found a naked woman pressed against her, warm, wet, and soft in all the strangest places. Lips pressed against hers, and she instinctively kissed back for a moment.

"Wait," she breathed, trying to catch her bearings, but the soft questing mouth just moved to kissing her neck instead. A
delicate hand moved down, asking silent permission by cupping her mound. Breathy, heated, and confused, she gave no response, and the hand began gently rubbing.

She shuddered. It did feel amazing… and she
was
strangely turned on… the same rationalizations that had gotten her into strangeness back in that changing room…

It was sort of a way to take back
control, too, she told herself - choose to do it rather than be forced.

And, fuck, Lydia was gorgeous.

And naked.

And wet, warm, and pressed against her…

A balance seemed to shift inside her, some decision made. Her confusion and concerns lifted, and her surging arousal suddenly had a clear path.

She pulled Lydia's head up, kissing her deeply.

A subtle breath of excitement came in reply between kisses. The hand against her mound became more forceful, rubbing with expert motions.

Gwen curled one leg around
her companion's, pulling her in for a better kissing angle over their compressed breasts. Lydia's chest was even larger than hers, and the new sensation of having another woman's breasts pressed against her own was strangely intoxicating. The brunette's arm remained squeezed in between their tummies, her hand hard at work.

As soft, feminine lips mixed with hers, she gripped Lydia's round, tender ass cheeks, and the import of what she was about to do really hit her. She was about to
have sex with a woman…
"Oh god…"

"I know, right?" Lydia breathed in between deep kisses.
"Feels incredible."

Gwen had no free breath to explain herself. Together, they moved up
against the warming dappled glass, her back finding textured purchase for her deepening spasms of pleasure.

Lydia knew exactly what to do with her hand.
Her middle finger curled up…

"Oh god," Gwen breathed again, this time agreeing with the brunette's sentiment.

A hand grabbed hers, and brought it down.

She touched between her companion's legs hesitantly, overwhelmed by all the incredible new sensations.
She pulled in Lydia's tongue, sucking on it gently, as she cupped another woman's mound for the first time.

Their making out only intensified as they really got down to the business of masturbating each other.

Gwen found herself lost in all the amazing reactions of the slick feminine body pressed against hers. She could feel Lydia's nipples harden, her body warm up, and her mound go from slick wet to sticky wet… as their tongues danced, she felt overwhelmed by a
need
to get closer somehow, to press and grind and push…

And then they were exchanging heavy breath, but no tongues; she felt pushed right up to the edge, her body seeming to soar with anticipation.
They shared a pause in their breathing… and then, it was happening…

Rubbing each other in a blissful animalistic passion, they came to orgasm together,
each woman's panting urgency spurring the other on to deeper heights.

They thrust against each other's hand once, twice… and then sighed deeply, coming down from mutual bliss.

Lydia smiled warmly, kissing her neck and holding her close.

Gwen
stared up at the shower's tiled ceiling, trying to comprehend what she'd just done… and trying to process every detail. The deep warmth inside her lower body was already returning with an almost increased force, each sensory memory turning her on all over again.

Catching her breath, her breasts moving against Lydia's, her heart pounding, she
realized her animalistic need to get inexplicably
closer
was only stronger than before. "Oh no…"

Lydia paused her kisses just above
a nipple, looking up with gentle concern.

Gwen set her jaw, unable to resist the urges overtaking her
thoughts - and her body. All thoughts of her captivity or the strangeness of her situation remained distant; her whole being surged with a singular taboo desire.