Lydia's Hypnosis (Lesbian Mind Control Erotica) (8 page)

"Amazing," Lydia breathed. "Now you two make out for a bit, taste me on each other's tongues."

The scene might have been strange in any other context - two girls with panicked expressions making out, faces glistening with pussy juices - but Lydia was far too turned by the thought of the two girls trapped in their own heads, experiencing it all without any control…

"I can't take it anymore," she panted. "You - get me off. I want to come against your face."

Her eyes brimming with tears, the redhead leaned in again, returning to her work.

"Use your fingers, too," Lydia ordered. "On my G spot."

The girl complied, naturally knowing what to do.

"You," Lydia addressed the blonde. "Lie on your back, under her - lick her while she licks me."

She complied as well - and there might have been a hint of relief in her eyes… or… excitement?

Lydia watched carefully for signs that the girls were giving in and enjoying the experience. Even as pleasure surged through her from the redhead's lapping tongue and rubbing fingers, she tried to keep focused on their reactions…
squirming, trembling, and lifting up against the redhead's face, she thought she caught the exact moment the girl's eyes went from terrified to subtly interested…

And, of course, her body was reacting to her friend's tongue…
the closer to orgasm she grew, the more her tonguing and fingering seemed to become authentic.

Lydia leaned back, an incredible orgasm about to thunder through her body. She envisioned Gwen's face between her legs, eagerly licking her to orgasm - she imagined what was going through the redhead's mind as the girl gave in and enjoyed what was happening - and
she understood the dark appeal of the locket's power, and its influence over Emma.

Her muscles tensing up, her body shaking with a surge of pleasure that threatened to numb her thoughts, she felt herself gush on the redhead's face.
The bliss crackled through her like electricity for a few moments longer, until she finally collapsed against the bench.

Released from her direct order to make the strange woman come on her face, the redhead immediately turned away.

Lydia reached for the locket in fear… but paused.

The girl hadn't turned to escape. Instead, she rotated above her blonde friend, and the two girls gripped wildly at each other's ass cheeks, pulling their pussies
and mouths closer together, rolling around in an incredibly heated sixty-nine.

Mouth agape, Lydia recovered from powerful orgasm and watched in silent surprise.

Breasts pressing into tummies, tongues desperately lapping against clits, noses pressed deep between folds, thighs gripping each other's heads, the two girls went at it with frenzied passion. It didn't take long for them to grow sweaty, and then orgasm against each other's mouths… but they just kept right at it, expressing some powerful long-repressed attraction.

Dressi
ng quietly so as not to disturb them, Lydia slipped out of the changing room - reminded very strongly of how passionate she and Emma had been when their relationship was new…

***

"I don't think we should use the locket anymore."

Emma frowned. "What? Why?"

"It's… well it's not evil, per se,
I don't think," Lydia replied, still shaken. "But that power itself is so dark… so corrupting… I wanted to do bad things."

Sliding up to her on the bed, Emma grinned. "What
kind
of bad things?"

"I'm serious.
I don't like how I acted with that thing. And I don't think it's having a good effect on our relationship. And I probably eat too much candy."

Confused
by that remark, but weirdly calm, Emma shook her head. "We can make some rules for it, but no way are we giving up the power to have anything we want."

Lydia screwed up
her face. "But that's my point - we
already
have everything we want. That locket is just temptation."

"Did something bad happen?" Emma asked, dodging the topic. "I know I said you could use it for anything you wanted, and I wouldn't ask… but you seem… flustered."

"I
am
flustered, and I don't -"

She hesitated as Emma began caressing her thigh.

"Seriously -"

"Relax," Emma interr
upted softly. "We're fine."

Lydia sighed as her girlfriend worked her jeans and panties off. "You promise?"

"I promise, we're fine." She moved onto her knees at the edge of the bed, kissing and teasing bare sensitive skin.

Lydia gripped her
girlfriend's hair, excited.

Emma's warm breath rolled across her exposed sex. "You're really turned on… are you sure you're not enjoying using the locket?"
She sucked gently on each glistening pink lip, in exactly the way she knew Lydia loved. "I wonder who's licked you here today…"

Arching in response to the pleasure, Lydia couldn't help herself. "
This gorgeous straight woman, and…" She shuddered.

Emma licked her
again, her smile wicked. "And?"

"These two girls…" Lydia breathed. "They went at each other like wild animals…
it was so hot…"

"See?" She began tonguing more forcefully, eliciting a moan. "The locket's just a safe way to act out our fantasies…
give it one more try?"

Lydia's eyes fluttered. "Fine," she surrendered. "Now get up here…"

Tearing off her clothes, Emma jumped into bed and kissed her deeply. They traded tongues and desperate caresses for a moment, and then moved around into a passionate sixty-nine.

Tongue buried in her girlfriend, her hands gripping toned thighs, and an expert mouth filling her with pleasure, Lydia
imagined herself as one of those two girls wild for each other's bodies, rolling around on that changing room floor without any thoughts but licking, sucking, and groping.

Maybe Emma was right, she thought. It
had
been incredibly hot - all of it - and it did help her explore her fantasies…

Thighs gripped her head, and juices gushed across her chin. She shuddered, getting off against her girlfriend's expert tongue.

The next night
, memories of passionate lovemaking still lingering at the front of her thoughts, she gripped the locket and scanned the bookstore for prey.

Her whole body felt like a raw sexual nerve; every female in the store filled her thoughts with wild fantasies and dark urges.
Still, something felt a little lacking… she'd already worked the angles that felt right for the bookstore…

Through the store's glass front, she saw
a good target walk by.

Getting up quickly, she hit the
chill winter air behind the girl, watching her with a masked predatory gaze. Contrary to her usual predilection, the girl was a brunette - but, under her heavy winter jacket, she was stick thin and small, in a way that reminded her of Gwen. She was also much younger, likely barely of drinking age, and probably on her way to get ready for a night out. Was it Friday? The days had become a blur lately…

Hand in her pocket, she approached the girl. "Excuse me -"

The girl turned around, and her gaze immediately fell neutral as the locket went to work.

"What's your name?"

"Aubrey," she answered, staring straight ahead.

To the left of the sidewalk, a car suddenly crunched into the pickup truck in front of it. Shocked, Lydia jumped away from the
parking lot curb. Looking over, she realized that both drivers were staring at her with blank expressions.

Horrified, she grabbed
Aubrey by the arm. "Come with me, quick."

Leading the girl down a small gap between the strip mall's buildings, she peered back at the
accident. Now that she was out of line of sight, both drivers seemed to shake their heads in confusion - and then they both began cursing. They seemed unharmed, and got out to exchange information.

"
Wow… I gotta be more careful with this thing," she said aloud, but the girl gave no reply.

The sm
all, grassy passage offered an alcove where they couldn't be seen from the road, or from the back parking lots. Next to a large air conditioning unit and a generator of some sort, she considered what to do with the girl.

"
Aubrey, ever been with a woman?"

"No."

She smiled, thinking about the things she particularly enjoyed during her first outing with the locket. "Alright, Aubrey… for the rest of the night, you are going to do everything I say. You will not tell anyone, or even hint, that anything is wrong. If someone asks, I am… your new girlfriend, Lydia, and you'll say you're a lesbian now. Only thing is, you'll really just be yourself. I want you in there experiencing everything the way you normally would, but unable to stop yourself. Is that clear?"

"Yes."

She let go of the locket.

Aubrey looked
around in confusion for a second, pulled her jacket tight, and then began to walk away in concern.

"
Stop," Lydia said.

The young brunette froze in place
.

"Turn around." Lydia moved up to her, noting the distress and confusion on her face. "Yeah, that's it," she breathed
, running a hand along the girl's cheek. "Of course, don't let anyone else see your torment. Understand?"

Through a look of resistance and struggle, Aubrey forced out a "Yes."

"Good. Now come here." She pulled her further back into the alcove. "On your knees."

The girl
fell to her knees in the cold grass.

"Take off your jacket, shirt, and bra. I want to see what you've got under there."

Aubrey pulled each article of clothing off without a fuss, despite her obvious attempts at mental resistance. Bare-chested, she shivered in the cold air. "How are you doing this?" she half-sobbed, barely managing to speak.

"Oh, we can't have that," Lydia realized aloud, surging with dark arousal. "
No speaking about your situation at all. As far as anyone will know, you're fine. Got it?"

She nodded, a tear running down each cheek.

"No crying, either. Don't want to ruin your makeup. Now move your arms."

She bared her boyish breasts, perfectly sized for her small frame. Lydia found herself a little disappointed that they weren't like Gwen's perfect firm tits… and she began wondering how much of her harshness was coming from a place of resentment for the gorgeous blonde resisting
her. Someone that pretty, being totally straight… it undermined her darker fantasies, somehow.

She briefly considered calling the whole thing off. It was
rather horrible, what she was doing to this poor girl…

But she could just make Aubrey forget it all later, right?

She sighed and smiled, a big weight lifting from her shoulders. Yeah, that sounded good. There would be no repercussions, no harm done…

Aubrey stared up at her
, shivering, her eyes full of apprehension.

Still painfully undecided, Lydia
bit her lip and moved back and forth. Finally, the thought of her dark sexual plans for the night became too much to resist. She dropped her pants.

Aubrey's
eyes widened with fear.

She let the command
fall on the girl with a certain sadistic pleasure. "Lick me to orgasm."

Shivering, arms at her sides, the young brunette leaned in and stuck out her tongue.
She repeatedly rubbed her tongue along the skin of her thigh, at a place that might bring a tiny bit of arousal, but take forever to even get near an orgasm.

"Very clever
," Lydia sighed. "Sit back."

She sat back on her knees.

"You
really
don't want to lick me?"

Aubrey shook her head, glaring.

"There's no small part of you that's ever fantasized about tasting a woman?"

This time, she gave no reaction - perhaps unable to shake her head, but unwilling to nod.

Lydia grinned. "This night could be fun for you, you know. Just let it happen, enjoy it. What was your fantasy?"

"A dream I
had a few times," she was forced to admit.

"Oh really… did it involve anyone you know?"

"Yes."

"Who?"

"Rachel."

"Who's that?"

"My best friend…"

Lydia's grin turned into a wide sadistic smirk. "I like that.
Now… lick me the way you dreamed. Lick me as if I was Rachel."

Trembling, Aub
rey almost seemed drawn in by some invisible force. Her cold nose made contact with soft shaved skin, eliciting a shiver from them both, and her breath rolled in and out for a moment.

Lydia curled her toes as the warm a
ir flowed across her chilly exposed sex.

Arms still pressed against her sides
for warmth, Aubrey leaned a little further forward and turned her head up for a better angle - and her tongue slid out, across Lydia's puffy lips, flat against the base of her sex, tip touching the bottom corner where her labia met.

They stood frozen for a long moment, Lydia eager with anticipation, Aubrey resisting…

Her tongue slid up, diving deep between folds. Slowly tonguing, she pressed her open lips against wet labia and thrust deep. The firm muscle explored up and down for a few moments, until she pulled back to take long licks up and down.

"How's it taste?" Lydia asked, shivering from the cold and pleasure.

"…good," Aubrey whimpered, obviously hating the fact that she couldn't lie.

Lydia laughed. "
How would you describe it?"

"Sweet…"

"That'd be the candy… so you like how a woman tastes?"

Aubrey screwed up her face, trying to resist answering, but she was forced to nod between licks.

"Very good. Now… suck gently on my clit, bring me to orgasm so we can get out of the cold."

Doing as ordered,
Aubrey pursed her lips, focusing on the top of her mound.

"That feels incredible… just think, in a few hours, you'll be doing this to Rachel…" It might have been her imagination, but
she thought she detected a slight boost in Aubrey's ministrations at that comment.

She let the orgasm run through her quick
ly, eager to get out of the cold. Pulling the young brunette's head between her thighs, she came against the girl's face with a strange, mischievous excitement. "Lick me a little more," she ordered. "I want the taste to linger on your tongue."

Aubrey slid her tongue in a few more times.

"Good. Now get dressed, you look freezing!"

"So this is it…" Lydia mused aloud, examining the tiny, cramped space. Filled with feminine décor, messed up sheets, and clothes on the floor, it was every bit the typical college dorm room. The common area outside linked to two other rooms, but the roommates seemed to be out already. She picked up a picture from the dresser. "Who's this?"

"My boyfriend," Aubrey replied, her tone angry.

"Oh…" she considered the impact of her actions for a moment, wondering, again, whether she was going too far. Just as she was about to end it all, she thought of a sinister idea that only turned her on even more. "Well then… I'll make you a deal. Your story for tonight is now that you're bi, and I'm just a friend. If, at any time, your boyfriend asks you to stop what I have you doing… I'll let you go."

Aubrey glared back at her
, uncertain. "What's the catch?"

Lydia sat on the unkempt pink blanket on the bed. "Well… I was going to erase your memory at the end of the night, and replace it with the idea that you had a fun, normal time. With this deal…
I won't."