Gwen's Hypnosis (Lesbian Mind Control Erotica) (5 page)

Rachel half-screamed and lay back on the mattress, writhing with bliss.

A moment later, Lydia appeared above her, moving her leg overhead. She brought her pussy down on Rachel's face, and the girl immediately clamped her hands on ass cheeks, hungrily lapping.

Gwen could only lick, suck, and pant, heady from the overwhelming sensuality and taboo - and the incredible presence inside her,
fucking her full of fiery sparks of pleasure.

Before that changing room, she'd never even thought about being with women… and after, it was only a curious fantasy… and now, here she was, fucking and licking, in a pile of gorgeous bodies that tasted, smelled, and felt so incredible…

She couldn't help but think: this is how sex should be.

This is how sex could have always been…
memories flitted through her awareness, of drunken makeouts with friends, of opportunities turned down… she could have been doing this in college, or even in highschool, after that one truth or dare game that went a little too risqué and left her alone with her best friend, half-naked… but she'd never known what she'd been missing, never had the courage or inclination to try…

The small part of her not wholly engaged in sex became seized with the thought of her younger past selves
making different choices in all those private situations and private memories. She could see herself in college, thinking she knew everything, instead learning about a whole new world of touching, fingering, licking… all those drunken parties at the sorority house could have ended so much differently…

She saw herself even younger, in hig
hschool, knowing nothing about the world and relationships, getting everything from stupid teen magazines… this time taking her best friend up on that whispered offer… and the years that would have followed, blundering through a new kind of relationship, fingering each other in secret trysts, exploring each other's bodies, learning the art of making love to a woman… and spending so many years lost in pussy, curled up in passionate sixty-nines, getting each other off all night long…

Her imagined other life played out, all the way up to her current night.
Growing up lesbian, her relationship history would have been totally different… she imagined what kind of girlfriend she would have now, like Lydia had Emma. They seemed so into each other… Aubrey and Rachel seemed so into each other…

Her heart beat powerfully in her chest. The strap-on fucking her, the pussy against her lips and tongue, the
gorgeous women pleasuring each other, the intense bliss inside her own body… it all melded together in one beautiful state of being.

If I'd just taken her up on that whispered offer
, she thought,
I could have had years of this… this could have been my world all along…

Her thinking awareness grew quiet, enjoying her continual orgasmic state of being.
There was only one thought left in her mind.

She wanted it.

She wanted women…

"I have it!" Aubrey shouted from across the room.

Gwen fell roughly to the mattress as Lydia and Emma shot up and ran at the girl, the three wrestling naked in a heap. Watching dumbly, she sat up on her knees as Aubrey threw something shiny at her.

"It'
s the locket, that's what they control us with!" Aubrey shouted, struggling under the two women. "Use it!"

Gwen picked up the gold heart-shaped locket, exchanging a confused glance with Rachel. The lithe chain seemed to tug at her fingers, and she moved to
connect the ends.

"Shit -" Emma shouted.

Gwen jumped as a strange electricity ran through her arm. The locket felt curiously alive and interactive with the still-simmering arousal inside her, as if it had somehow connected directly to her sexuality. "What
is
this?"

She looked up.

Emma, Lydia, and Rachel were all just staring blankly at her. Emma sat on her knees with her strap-on still wet and pointing up in the air, Lydia's large breasts hung free, and Rachel still sat with her legs open and heated sex exposed - but none of them seemed to care.

Aubrey crawled free of the women, her eyes clamped shut, her hands searching ahead of her as she moved.

"What's going on?" Gwen asked her.

Emma answered her question instead, her voice monotone.
"The locket can make people do anything."

Startled, Gwen s
tood, backing away from them. Her mind felt remarkably clear for the first time since she awoke in that white-walled dungeon. Although their claim about the locket sounded crazy, she could feel it burning with power in her hand, and she had no doubt it was the force behind her mental struggles. There had never been any drugs.

Leaning down, she touched the crawling girl.

Aubrey meeped in surprise and scrambled away, her eyes still tightly shut.

"I'm not going to hurt you."

"Don't be offended if I don't trust
anyone
holding that thing!"

"Wha
t - what should I do with it?"

Aubrey kept crawlin
g toward the stairs as she spoke, half-sobbing. "Lydia said it could make people forget things. Order them to forget they ever knew me. Tell them to sit here for an hour before waking up. I want to be long gone."

Gwen made a series of confused noises as she tried to comprehend the girl's choices. "Shouldn't we… go to the police?"

"And tell them what? A magic locket
made
me go with my best friend to have kinky sex with some random women?"

"But…
this was kidnapping…"

"Maybe that locket made them do it,"
she replied, standing shakily and climbing the stairs one unseen step at a time, her hands following the wall. "That thing is evil."

Gwen stared at the entranced women, and then the girl near her feet. "What about Rachel?"

Aubrey paused for a moment at the basement door, just long enough to give her unhappy answer. "She's not hypnotized. She
wants
to be here. Make her forget me, too. I never want to see her again."

Blinking, Gwen listened to
the girl's footsteps overhead, running for the front door in a panic. She had a brief desire to track the girl down before she got too far away, and offer to make her forget this night - but she knew Aubrey would never let herself fall under that power again.

"Stay here for a
n hour," she ordered, her voice shaking. She almost couldn't believe the surreal nightmare was actually over, or that the locket would make her orders stick. "Forget you ever knew Aubrey."

She backed up
to the base of the stairs, watching the blank-faced women for any sign of consciousness. When would they wake up? Would they really forget?

She stared at the locket's gold patterns for a moment, considering whether she should make them forget her, too.
She could order them to forget all of it, and forget the locket, too…

But she had no way of knowing what that might do to them. How long had they had it? Was it really evil?
What if none of it was their fault?

She
approached hesitantly, kneeling in front of Lydia. The brunette's large breasts just hung there, nipples hard… and she was so beautiful…

Still fearful the women might be faking, Gwen
poked Lydia's shoulder lightly.

No reaction followed
.

She couldn't make them forget her - or, more specifically, she didn't want to order Lydia to forget. The things they'd done in that changing room… the things they'd done in that shower…
just thinking of them made her body tingle with warmth.

Reaching down, she slid a hand between
Lydia's soft thighs, bringing up a sticky smattering of juices. Sucking her finger clean, she tried to memorize that sweet flavor - her first and favorite taste.

"I shouldn't have refused
that sixty nine…"

Her forbidden kink satisfied, her body
shaking with nervous energy from her own daring, she grabbed her clothes and bolted for the exit.

***

Making sure her front door was locked, and the bathroom door locked, and the shower door we
dged shut, Gwen slumped down in the steamy heat, finally feeling a modicum of safety. She threw the unhooked locket in a dry corner of the shower, staring at it like it might jump at her.

Sitting
under the flowing water, she let the night's crazy events fall away from her - along with the bodily film of sweat and juices she'd accumulated.

What was real, and what had just been a product of the locket's powers?

She was sure, from Emma's and Lydia's comments, that some of her actions and thoughts had not been her own, particularly that strong desire to please her Mistress… but knowing it was hypnosis did not make the memory feel any less real. Touching the tiled wall lightly, she could still feel every little nuance of pleasuring Lydia in that shower. Soft ass in her grip, firm thighs against her arms, a warm mound against her lips, and that sweet flavor under her tongue…

Instinctively, she slid her hand down, massaging either side of her mound in response
to a half-acknowledged arousal.

Eyes tightly shut, s
he replayed every moment in that shower; her body pressed against Lydia's, getting off against each other's hands, sinking to her knees to give pleasure, and those few brief moments curled up in a sixty-nine - after her hypnosis orders ended, but before she'd grown skittish and copped out…

Her massaging fingers
began moving with more serious intent.

Some of it couldn't have been hypnosis. They couldn't possibly have known, couldn't possibly have
ordered her inner thoughts so perfectly… those last few moments, before everything had been disrupted, she'd delved deep into her own mind and aroused
herself
with the thought of being a lesbian.

Her hand quickened its pace.

There was no way around it, no way to rationalize it. The fact hit her emotions like a wall, forcing her to internalize it: licking pussy was seriously enjoyable.

She curled her toes, opened her mouth to breathe deeper, and pressured her clit with her palm as she rubbed.
She could feel her entire body flush with heat as the pleasure approached release.

Impulsively, eyes still closed, her mind still forcefully recreating every detail of the experience, she moved up on her knees - and imagined she was eating Lydia's pussy.

Her tummy tensed several times, her breathing rapid, as the pleasure built to an incredible pressure, finally releasing in a series of spasms and pants that left her weak.

She leaned against the wall to catch her breath and finally opened her e
yes.

Her inner lust had made the decision for her -
she gazed down at the locket, lying strewn in the corner of the shower. A new craving had awoken inside her, and she knew exactly how to satisfy it…

She struggled with herself for the next day or two, trying to place her new feelings and desires in context… and trying to decide whether or not she really wanted to use the locket. She had a justifiable fear she might end up like those two women, using hypnosis for depraved satisfaction at any cost.

She considered her next outing - she'd made plans to attend a wedding with a friend
the next weekend.

Trying on outfits in the mirror, she constantly analyzed her appearance from a new perspective: would women find this attractive? Would it make a woman want to… do things?
She was beginning to see herself the way Lydia had seen her, and her self-esteem soared. The negative aspects of that night faded in favor of the memories she kept replaying, kept masturbating to…

By the time the next weekend rolled around, she had the perfect outfit picked out, and the courage to pursue her desire.

Adjusting her cleavage in her knee-length deep plum dress, she looked herself in the mirror and gulped. "Well Gwen, you're finally gonna do it. You're going to pick up a woman tonight."

Her gorgeous reflection smiled back at her. She couldn't help but squirm a little at the thought of
getting lucky… not with some random guy like in the past, but with
some beautiful woman
. The concept threatened to blow her mind. Everything had shifted all around. She could hit on a woman… and take her home… and lick her pussy.

And
maybe, if the chemistry was right, she would get to sixty-nine…

Every time she thought about it, her skin tingled with heat, her face blushing with nervousness and shock.
Taboo kinkiness in a changing room or a shower or a sex dungeon was one thing, but hitting on a woman in public was something else entirely.

She slid the locket in her purse.

Just in case, she told herself. It would help avoid embarrassment, just in case.

Her friend arrived in a typically sour mood.

Mona pulled up in
her car, her eternally sarcastic expression already primed and practiced, framed by her pixie cut black hair and hidden behind large sunglasses.

Gwen climbed in,
noticing her friend's dark dress. "You can't wear black to a daytime winter wedding!"

"Watch me," Mona shot back. "It matches my hair. Besides, the bride only invited me because we were college roommates. If you didn't come, I doubt I'd have anyone to talk to."

Gwen touched up her hair gently in the visor mirror, laughing. "You're welcome."

Mona just grumbled.

They spent the car ride listening to music and chattering. Despite her strange week, Gwen found herself every bit as positive as usual, if not more so. Her infectious mood seemed to lift even Mona's deadpan spirits, and they arrived at the wedding still laughing from jokes muttered on the way in.

The church was huge, and the ceremony was beautiful, but most of it passed in a blur of whispered comments exchanged with Mona as they sat in the back pews.

Another flurry of activity brought them to the reception, held in an expansive area of the nearby hotel. As Mona had predicted, nobody really gave the two of them any heed, and it was clear they would spend most of their time sitting at a table drinking.

Except, as it happened, for the
meet and greet.

Gwen
awkwardly followed Mona in line, shaking hands with the bridal party one by one. She could tell some of the groomsmen were attracted to her, but they all seemed uninteresting. Her urges were elsewhere… and when she reached the end of the line and saw the bride close up for the first time, she couldn't help but blush.

The woman was stunning.

It wasn't just the wedding makeup, either - she had classic cheeks, round dark green eyes against light brown hair, and a genuinely positive spirit beaming from a perfect white smile.

Gwen shook her hand and mumbled in a daze.

They returned to the table immediately after, wine glasses in hand.

"What was
that?
" Mona asked, taking a gulp of her dark red.

"What was what?" Gwen sipped her white.

Her friend smirked. "You seemed like a quivering little schoolgirl."

"You noticed?"

"I felt the same way. He's a
hunk.
Lucky woman."

Gwen laughed, realizing
Mona thought she'd gotten all heated because of the groom. "Right. Yeah." She shook her head, wondering at herself. Even just a week ago, she never thought she'd be at some wedding lusting after the
bride
…

"Hey there
," someone said, sitting down next to her.

She froze.

"Hey, Grace," Mona replied. "Congratulations again."

"Thanks," the bride said. She turned. "I didn't catch your name."

She tried her best to hide behind her wine glass. "Gwen."

Grace's hand brushed her thigh.
"Thanks for coming, Gwen." She looked past her. "How's life, Mona?"

The two women caught up while Gwen sat frozen, gulping her white wine.
She could still feel the gorgeous bride's accidental touch.

When their conversation was through, and Grace made to move on - her hand brushed her thigh again.

Gwen watched her make the rounds.

"You're staring," Mona commented.

"Um, just jealous," she countered, making up an excuse.

"Believe me, I'm with you on that."

They proceeded to drink with abandon, watching the reception begin to dwindle as the hours passed.

Thoroughly trashed, and the only two left in their corner's maze of tables, Mona stood. "Let's go explore the,
hotel!
"

Not nearly as drunk, but definitely heavily buzzed, Gwen followed her friend, and they wandered the hotel's hallways.
It was a very nice place, and they passed other well-dressed guests from the wedding who were also staying there.

At some point, they found themselves on a high floor, looking out the hall's lone window at the dark night that had fallen.

"Wow, I didn't know it was so late…" Mona said.

"Oh, hey you two," someone said behind them.

Gwen turned with excitement and dread.

Grace stood about twenty feet down the hall
near an alcove, now wearing plainer clothes, an ice bucket in her hand.

"Oh, oh no," Mona half-shouted. "Are we interrupting your wedding night?"

"Not at all!"

Gwen couldn't help but feel that Grace was staring at her.
Was it just her imagination?

"In fact," the bride continued. "Why don't you two come in? Richard and I
are just relaxing, it's been a long day. We could use some company that isn't related to us. Somebody crass that we can swear around."

"T
hat's me for sure," Mona laughed.

T
hey followed her into the wedding suite.

Gwen brought up
the rear, thoroughly excited to hang out with the gorgeous bride - but a little afraid of what might happen. She clutched her purse tight, wishing she hadn't brought the locket. The door clicked behind her with an ominous note of finality.

The suite itself was incredibly luxurious and spacious.
Several interconnected rooms held rich furniture of all sorts, and the bathroom hosted a full jacuzzi. The well-muscled groom she recognized from earlier sat within the bubbling jets, a beer in hand. His short brown hair was still dry.

"Oh shit," he responde
d, moving about in the bubbles embarrassed.

Grace laughed. "Honey, they can't see anything.
"

He relaxed a tiny bit, holding out one hand over the side. "I'm Richard.
"

"Gwen."

"Mona." She shook his hand and looked around. "So are we hanging out in the jacuzzi or what?"

Grace shrugged
, pouring them each a glass of pink wine. "Sure, we're all adults here, right?"

In short order, Gwen found herself sitting in the jacuzzi, naked with her best friend, a bride, and a
groom - she sipped her wine nervously, both praising and cursing her luck. Was this sort of thing normal? Nobody else seemed bothered.

Mona and Grace chatted about their college days while Richard leaned back and closed his eyes.

A few minutes of bubble jets finally relaxed her tension. This wasn't the first time she'd gone naked in a hot tub, she reminded herself. Why should this time be any different? She pulled her old courage and confidence up like armor, reminding herself she was still young and awesome - and reminding herself how Lydia saw her.

She smiled
and sighed as the water's heat really worked its way into her muscles. This was fine. This was great, in fact.

"I'm out," Mona said, lifting her empty glass.

"I'll refill that for you," Grace offered, lifting out of the jacuzzi.

Gwen couldn't help but stare at the woman's flawless naked body, dripping and glistening in the room's soft white light.
Her fit body ran from lithe thighs up to a flat, almost muscled tummy, and beyond, to perfect firm C cups. Her gaze quickly ran back down, seeking the space between her legs… but a hastily wrapped towel hid everything first.

She looked back at her wine, hoping nobody noticed. Glancing u
p, she saw Richard watching her with narrowed eyes. Had he noticed her checking out his new wife? He seemed vaguely unhappy.

Grace refilled their glasses and slid back into the water.

Sipping more wine, Mona leaned forward conspiratorially. "So… are you two trying to seduce us or something?"

Gwen froze, mortified by her friend's directness.

Richard frowned.

Grace laughed. "
You're silly."

Mona chuckled. "Seriously though, you two make such a cute couple. I really am happy for you.
Here's to you." They lifted their glasses and toasted.