The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

The bench was hardly big enough to sit on. In fact, if one wanted to be fair about it, the bench really wasn’t much of a bench at all and more likely than not, it probably wasn’t meant to be sat on at all.

But even if that was the case, that didn’t stop Dylan and Kylie from sitting on the bench because the alternative was to sit on the floor.

It had been a hot, summer day and both girls had dressed accordingly with Dylan in little pink shorts and a tight, white top and with Kylie in a dark skirt and a light gray top. Neither girl was at all prepared for the predicament in which they now found themselves, speeding down the roadway to god knows where imprisoned in the back of a refrigerated truck.

Both girls tried their best to maintain their position on the little bench on which they now found themselves and they shivered as they did.

Neither girl recalled just how exactly they’d come to be here.

Twenty-year-old Dylan Rickells had been on the way to the movie theater where she had been intending to meet her boyfriend when the big, black car had pulled up alongside the long-haired blond. A man had rolled down the window. He was kind of cute, Dylan had thought, so when he’d asked her if she could help him, she’d at least stopped to hear him out. The man was lost, he said. He was looking for his friend’s house over on Fourth Street and he’d wanted to know if Dylan could help. The girl had taken a step closer and then another and that’s when she’d felt woozy. Within moments, she’d passed out and when she woke up, she’d found herself here on the floor of this truck.

It was almost the same for the brown-haired Kylie Hartwick except instead of going to the movie theater, the young coed had been on her way to the store to get something cold to eat but just as with Dylan, the limousine had pulled up alongside and the guy had asked her for directions and before she knew it, she’d found herself here in the back of this truck.

Both girls shivered in the back of the icy truck. Both girls didn’t know the other and except for the brief exchange of names, both girls said nothing to the other. They just huddled where they were and they tried their best to keep their balance on the tiny, little bench.

As focused as they were on their surroundings and on their attempts to keep warm they most likely would have been greatly surprised to learn that they weren’t in a refrigerated truck at all.

In fact, they were in a warehouse and they were being watched.

“How are they doing?” a man named Gilbert asked.

“Just look at them,” said another man with a nod to the two girls shivering away on the bench on which they were sitting, the air wasn’t as cold as the girls thought nor was the bench as small as they thought either but the girls didn’t know that.

“I am looking at them,” the first man said, “and I asked you how it was going.”

“It’s going fine,” the subordinate said. “Both subjects are responding just the way we thought they would.”

“Are we ready then to move on to the next phase?”

The second man sighed to himself. That was the problem with people like Gilbert. They were always so impatient. They always wanted to move on to the next round when they should be willing to just sit and observe. Sure, he wanted to move on, too, but he was willing to at least take the time to bask in the moment.

Still ...

“Yes, we’re ready,” the second man said.

“Do it then.”

The second man paused again and then he hit a couple buttons on the control panel in front of him. “Okay,” he said. “It’s done.”

“Good. Now we’ll see what’s going to happen next.”

The man at the controls shook his head slightly. Not so much so that the movement might be noticed but enough to show his disgust if only to himself. They both knew what was going to happen. The other man was just being over dramatic for no reason at all. The other man was just being an ass.

Inside the ‘truck’, both girls still shivered as they sat on their tiny bench. “Where do you think they’re taking us?” Dylan asked.

Kylie shook her head but she said nothing.

“Do you know who they are?”

Again, Kylie glumly shook her head.

“Did they say what they wanted?”

Yet again, Kylie shook her head.

Her ... what was the right word Dylan wondered, friend hardly seemed to work because they hadn’t known one another long enough for that, companion maybe ... yeah, that could work, her companion didn’t know much but then the same could be said of her, Dylan thought. Hardly a great standard for judging a person that you’d just met.

Dylan went back to looking at the wall in front of her. It wasn’t like she had anything else to do.

Where were they and just how the heck was she going to get out of there?

She looked at her companion again. Now that she was looking at her, Dylan realized that the girl wasn’t half bad looking. Maybe a little on the shy side but that had nothing to do with her looks and Dylan couldn’t help but like the girl’s long, brown hair. There was just something about it, something that made the girl seem pretty.

Hmm. Now that she was thinking about that, she did have to admit that the girl was pretty. There was something about her that Dylan liked and looking at her friend made Dylan forget at least for the moment where she was.

“Hey,” Dylan said.

The other girl turned morosely but she said nothing.

“It’s going to be okay,” Dylan said. “We’ll get out of this somehow.”

The other girl just nodded.

That was nice, Dylan thought. She realized that she’d hoped to see the other girl smile. She put her hand on the other girl’s shoulder. “I mean it,” she said. “We’re going to get out of this.”

Again, the other girl nodded and then she looked away but for Dylan, that moment was a revelation. There was just something about that touch. She’d known in that moment that she’d wanted to do more for her new friend.

Yeah right. Like that was likely to happen trapped here in the back of this truck and freezing her ass off, the blond thought.

But now that she’d touched the other girl, Dylan knew. She wanted to do it again and again and she knew she wanted the other girl to touch her and the more she thought about it, the more intimate she knew where she wanted those touches to be. She’d never had those kinds of thoughts about a girl before but somehow, here with her new friend, those thoughts just seemed so right.

“Hey,” she said.

The other girl turned to look at her.

“It’s going to be okay,” Dylan said yet again.

The other girl just nodded.

Dylan put a hand on the other girl’s shoulder. Oh my God. She was hot or at least it felt that way even in this freezing truck. That had to be a sign, didn’t it? Dylan didn’t care. She knew what she wanted to do. She leaned over and she kissed the girl.

That finally got the other girl to speak. “Hey,” she protested. “What are you doing?”

Dylan had already come this far. She knew she wasn’t going to be deterred. “I like you,” she said even as her arm stroked the other girl’s arm.

“You’ve got me all wrong,” Kylie said. “I’m not like that.”

Dylan looked in the other girl’s eyes. Oh my God, she thought. How could she have been so stupid. She’d ruined everything and she shivered as she pulled back. She was such a stupid idiot.

“Make her like her back,” said the man named Gilbert and the man at the controls nodded and he touched a couple of buttons on the control panel.

Kylie couldn’t help but look at the other girl beside her shivering morosely in the back of the ‘truck’. She felt bad. Really she did. She didn’t know the girl and she’d been surprised. That’s all it was but there was something, there was something about the girl. “Hey,” she said.

“What?” was the other girl’s muffled response.

Oh my God, Kylie thought. She really hadn’t meant to hurt the girl. She’d just been startled. That’s all it was. “Hey,” she said again. “Don’t cry.”

“I’m not crying.”

Kylie wasn’t sure she believed the other girl. She put a girl on the other girl’s shoulder. “Hey,” she said again.

“What?”

“I was just startled. That’s all but I really do want to kiss you.”

That got the other girl to poke her head up hopefully just a little. “You’re not just saying that, are you?”

She wasn’t, Kylie asked herself and then in the next instant, she decided she really wasn’t. She’d wondered what it would be like to be with a girl and she’d even had a few fantasies about it but this was definitely real. “I really do want to kiss you,” she said.

Now the blond was finally looking up for real. “Well okay,” she said, “but only if you really want to. I don’t want you doing anything you don’t really want to do.”

“I really want to,” Kylie assured her new friend.

Dylan paused for a moment as if she were deciding whether she believed this sudden turn of events but really, there was no way she was ever going to say no because she just wanted to too much.

“Okay,” she said.

And the girls kissed.

Each pulled back if only for a moment so that they could look at one another but then they were coming together again and they were kissing again and again and suddenly, being trapped in the back of a refrigeration truck didn’t seem like such like a bad place to be after all.

Dylan squawked as she fell off of the bench and moments later, Kylie was down there on the floor of the truck, kissing her new friend and tugging at her new friend’s clothes even as she worked to extricate herself from her own clothes. God, she couldn’t believe it. She couldn’t believe just how beautiful her friend’s breasts were and she couldn’t wait to wrap her lips around her new friend’s nipples.

And the two men watched. “Okay,” said the one named Gilbert. “I think we’ve seen enough. Put them to sleep.”

The man at the controls might have questioned whether they had in fact seen enough but even if he might have done that, it wasn’t his place to question what he’d been told to do so instead, he pressed a button on his control panel and the two girls were quickly asleep with Kylie’s hand still pressed down inside Dylan’s panties and with the technician left to wonder just what the brunette’s fingers had been doing with the fair-haired girl’s pussy.

Kylie woke up in her bedroom and while it was still light outside, the lengthening shadows gave proof that evening could not be far away.

She was still clothed and from the way she was positioned, it almost looked as if she’d stumbled into her room and then passed out right there on her bed. That was what it looked like and yet ... and yet that wasn’t the way she remembered things happening. No, she’d remembered things rather differently. She’d remembered being locked up in the back of a truck. She remembered being cold and frozen and she remembered something else as well. There had been another girl there as well, a girl who’d been a prisoner just like her, and yet ...

She remembered what had happened. Part of her wanted to say no. Part of her wanted to say that couldn’t possibly have happened. Part of her wanted to say she wasn’t like that and yet ...

And yet even if there wasn’t any part of what she remembered that was real, (and really how could it be,) still, as much as she wanted to tell herself that this just wasn’t like her and that she really wasn’t in to girls like that, she couldn’t help but admit that what she remembered had been real. It almost had to be, she told herself. It was so cold there in the back of that truck and Dylan was so hot.

Stop it, she told herself. There was no Dylan.

But there had to be and more than that, Kylie realized, she wanted there to be a Dylan because even if there wasn’t a Dylan, she wanted to see her new friend just one more time.

But there wasn’t one. That was that and the sooner she admitted it to herself, the sooner she could put the whole dream behind her.

It was a couple of days later and Kylie was at home. She was lying on the couch listening to some music and having a good time doing nothing at all when the doorbell rang. She didn’t really feel like answering the door but she was bored and answering the door would at least give her something to do.

She went to the door and she peered through the peep hole and then in the next instant, she was opening the door wide and staring at the blond standing there on her front doorstep. “Oh my God,” she exclaimed. “It’s you.”

Dylan grinned. “I almost could say the same thing about you, you know.”

“I don’t understand. How ever did you find me?”

Dylan stopped smiling. “Now that’s a good question,” she said. “I’m not really sure I know the answer to it though. All I know is that I had to find you somehow.”

“You had to find me?”

“Yeah but I’ve got a question to ask first.”

“Sure.”

“What did you do to me?”

“Me? What do you mean?”

“I mean what did you do to me? Why am I here? Why did you put me in the back of that truck?”

Kylie just stared at the other girl. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Yeah right. Sure you don’t. I have a boyfriend or at least I think I did but now ... now I can’t seem to get you out of my head. Every time I’m with him, I keep thinking about how I should be with you instead and you have no idea what I want to do to your body but I have to know. What did you do to me?”

Kylie shook her head. “I didn’t do anything,” she said. “You have to believe me. I’m as much a victim of ... of whatever happened as you are.”

The blond seemed to consider that but then she grinned a tight, little grin. “I suppose it doesn’t matter anyway.”

“No?”

“No, it doesn’t matter because the truth is even if it was you that did this to me, the bottom line is I still couldn’t resist you.”

“I feel the same way.”

“You better.” Dylan looked at her friend. “So,” she asked, “what are we going to do?”

Kylie was looking at her friend and suddenly the thought came to her mind without her even having to think about it. “I know what I want to do,” she said.

For her part, Dylan seemed to catch her friend’s meaning without her friend having to say anything more. “But you know,” she said with a grin, “we don’t have a refrigeration truck around this time to cool us down.”

“Who says I wanted to be cooled down?”

“You know, I don’t think I could have put that better.”

Kylie grinned as she led her friend into the house. “As you might have guessed, this is where I live,” she said even as she led the other girl into the living room. “I live here with my mom and since it’s summer and since school is out, as you might expect,” she said as she sat down and as she patted a spot next to her on the couch, “this is where I spend a lot of my time.”

“What? No summer job?”

“Oh I’ve got one of those, too, but I like it here better. You wanna know why?”

“Sure. Why?”

“It’s because you’re here now. That’s why it’s my new favorite place of the summer. It’s because now I can do this,” and with that, Kylie moved in to kiss her friend.

Dylan kissed her friend back, softly at first and then with a growing urgency and need. “Oh my god,” the blond said in a momentary break between the two of them. “I can’t believe it. I can’t believe how I couldn’t have known how good this would be.”

“I know,” Kylie agreed even as she tugged at the other girl’s clothes.

Dylan moaned as she felt the other girl’s hand on the naked skin of her torso. “Oh my God. That feels so good.”

“I know,” Kylie said and then she was pulling the other girl’s top off.

“Oh my God,” Dylan moaned as she felt her friend’s hand cup one of,the cups of her bra and then she wasn’t even wearing her bra and suddenly, there was her friend’s lips right there on her bare breasts. “Oh my God.”

“I know,” Kylie said even as she was removing her own top and then her own bra.

Dylan knew exactly where her lips had to be and they were exactly where they needed to be, right there on Kylie’s breasts even as she slid a hand down inside the other girl’s panties.

“Yes,” Kylie moaned.

“Oh so you like that, do you?”

“You know I do.”

“Then you know what I want to see.”

Apparently Kylie did or maybe it was just that she knew what she wanted to show her friend because it wasn’t long before the eighteen-year-old had lost every last stitch of her clothes and then she was once more lying back on the couch.

“Mmm yeah,” the blond said even as she slid in between the other girl’s legs. “That’s exactly what I wanted to see.”

Kylie couldn’t have put it any better as her friend’s tongue found her pussy and her hands squeezed her tits. Oh wow. That was good. Oh wow. That was so good.

And it was getting even better. It. Was amazing, Kylie thought. It was amazing that even though they’d only known each other for a few dys, this girl seemed to know exactly what she needed and now, oh geez, her hands squeezed her tits again. Oh geez, she was so close. “Yes,” she moaned. “Yes.”

Kylie wasn’t sure if her new friend knew what was happening to her or if her new friend was just going on instinct but I’d it really matter? Kylie decided it didn’t as Dylan’s tongue intensified its efforts between her legs. “Yes,” she maned and then she moaned agin. Almost there. She was almost ...

Yes! She was there. Fuck, that was good, she thought as her body shuddered to what that tongue was doing to her. That was so good.

And of course, it was the kind of favor that just had to be returned.

It was some time later and the two women were once more clothed again. “So tell me how you found me,” Kylie said.

“Hmm?”

“Tell me how you found me. I’m just dying to know.”

“Oh, um that. Look, don’t get me wrong but I wasn’t actually looking for you.”

Kylie was unable to hide her disappointment. “You weren’t?”

Dylan shook her head. “Really, I wasn’t. I mean I wanted to find you but I had no idea where to look. Heck, there was a part of me that was wondering if what had happened in that truck was even real but I’d pretty much decided that it was but the thing was I still had no idea where to find you or even if you wanted to be found.”

“But you did want to find me?”

“Well yeah.”

“Okay so if you weren’t looking for me then why are you here?”

“Okay, so this is going to sound weird but ever since, since you know, since that day, I’ve had like zero interest in boys and I’ve been like totally fixated on girls and by girls, I mean their pussies. I’ve wanted to eat my first pussy so bad these past few days.”

“I totally know what you mean.”

“Do you now?”

Kylie nodded sheepishly. She hadn’t really meant to admit that.

“So anyway, I’m totally not into boys and my boyfriend, I know he’s noticing it and he wants to hang out together and honestly, all I can really think about is just how much I want to have a pussy to lick and I guess I kind of got fed up with him or maybe he was fed up with me but I just decided I wanted to go for a drive and one thing led to another and I just kept taking turns whenever I felt like it. I men I really wasn’t going anywhere, right but suddenly I’m on your street and I see your house and I know I just have to stop.”

“Whoa. That is strange. So what you’re saying is that it was like you were somehow drawn to me. Is that it?”

“I guess you could say that.”

“I did say it. I was wondering if you’d say it.”

“I guess I would.”

“Have you ever thought then that maybe you’re over analyzing this then?”

“Overanalyzing it how?”

“Like right now. I want to eat your pussy. I want to make you um so bad but I don’t have to know why I want to do it. It’s just good enough for me that that’s what I want to do.”

“You want to eat my pussy?”

“Hell yeah.”

“But ... but—”

“You’re over thinking this, I tell you. I just told you I want to eat your pussy.”

“Maybe you’re right.”

“I know I’m right so what about it. Are you going to let me do it or not?”

The blond seemed to hold back if only for a moment longer before she grinned and gave in to what she already wanted. There would be time enough later to ask herself why she was here but for now, if her friend wanted to eat her pussy, who was she to stand in the way of that. She leaned back and she spread her legs for her friend. “Go ahead,” she said. “Go ahead and knock yourself out.”

Perhaps it was inevitable but almost from the time that the two women found each other, they begun to spend more and more time together. Sometimes that meant just hanging out together but at other times, it meant being more intimate with one another and just as had happened on the first time that the two of them had gotten together, they seemed perfectly happy to do it right on the couch there in Kylie’s living room so maybe it was to be expected that sooner or later, they were going to be caught in what they were doing.

It happened one day when Kylie was on her knees with face down between her friend’s legs. Her tongue was busy licking away at her friend’s pussy when there came the sound of a key turning in the lock of the front door and suddenly, there was her mother standing there in the doorway and looking at her daughter. “Kylie!”

“Oh my gosh. Mom! What are you doing here?”

“I live here,” her mother reminded her.

“Yes, I know. I mean ... I mean why are you home so early?”

“I hate to break it to you, Sunshine, but this is the time I always come home.”

“Fuck! I didn’t realize it was that late.”

“Obviously.”

“Look, mom, I’m really sorry—”

“You know your mom’s kind of hot,” Dylan said as she interjected herself into the conversation for the first time.

“What?”

“I was saying your mom was kind of hot.”

It was almost as if Kylie were seeing her mom for the very first time. “You know,” she said, “now that you mention it—”

“I was just thinking that maybe she might want to join us.”

“What!” Gretchen Hartwick exploded. “Why the nerve of you.”

“It would be fun,” her daughter said. “You wouldn’t have to do anything unless you wanted to. We’d take care of everything all by ourselves.”

“Kylie, no!”

“Why not? You and I both know you’ve been all alone since dad died. You can’t tell me you like playing with Mr. Buzz-Buzz in your room all by yourself.”

“You know about that?”

“Of course I know about that. I’ve even tried him out myself when you weren’t around of course, but that’s not the point. You can’t tell me you prefer having that to a nice, warm body, can you?”

“Well, no,” Gretchen said wistfully and then she seemed to realize what it was that she was admitting to. “Kylie, no!”

“Mom, yes.”

“Maybe we should show her,” Dylan suggested.

“I think maybe,you’re right,” Kylie agreed.

“You girls stay away from me,” Gretchen Hartwick said as the two younger women now advanced on her. “I mean it. I don’t want to do this.”

“Not yet you don’t but you will. Hey, mom. You’re trembling.”

“Kylie, no,” her mother whimpered.

“Mom, yes. You’ve taken care of me for way too long. Now you’re going to let me take care of you.”

Gilbert looked at his assistant. “So how goes our little project?” the man asked.

The assistant fought back the urge to snap at his boss. He really didn’t like what they were doing but what could he do and the worst part about it was that it had all been his idea. Still, the man was, after all, his boss and he really did need this job but there was little doubt in the assistant’s mind as to where Gilbert was going with this. Still ...

“They’ve entered the seduction stage.”

“Have they now? It’s about time. I was beginning to think that the little tramps weren’t ever going to get their tongues out from between the other’s legs long enough for them to get the job done.”

This time, the technician actually did sigh. “I told you sir—”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know. I heard you. We had to give the programming time to build up inside them. I heard you but I want to know how long it’s going to be so tell me. How long is it going to be before we have some results.”

“Actually, it most likely won’t be long at all. The way those girls are now, it’s unlikely they’re going to take a no from anyone and what with the little ‘enhancements’ we gave them, I really don’t think they’re going to have to.”

“Excellent,” Gilbert said as he rubbed his hands together. Everything, it seemed, was falling into place just the way he planned it.

“Girls,” Gretchen was saying. “Come on now. You’ve had your little fun but enough’s enough. We need to stop this silliness right now.”

“Oh mom. I think you’ve got it all wrong. We haven’t begun to have our fun yet.”

“Come on, girls.”

But now the two younger women were pressing in around her. “Your mom’s hot,” Dylan said.

“You don’t know the half of it. Come on. Let’s get her out of these clothes.”

“Girls!”

But already Dylan was unzipping Gretchen’s skirt even as her daughter tugged at her mother’s blouse.

“Girls,” Gretchen whimpered.

But the girls weren’t really listening to her anymore. Dylan was pulling Gretchen’s gray skirt down even as her daughter continued to unbutton her blouse and then Kylie was sliding the blouse off her shoulders.

“Kylie, no.”

“Mom, yes,” her daughter said and then he kissed her mom and when she kissed her once more again, this time her mother kissed her back.

“There you go, mom,” her daughter said even as she stroked her mother’s breast.

This was wrong, Gretchen told herself. This was so wrong and yet there was just something about these girls, something that she couldn’t seem to resist.

Meanwhile, the blond’s hand was pushing down inside Gretchen’s panties. “I think your mom likes this,” she said.

It was all Gretchen could do to keep from moaning.

“Why do you say that?” Kylie asked. “Is she wet?”

“Oh my God. She is so wet.”

“I want to see.”

“Hmmph.”

“What?”

“I thought maybe you’d say that you wanted a taste.”

“Well you know me. I want that, too.”

Gretchen couldn’t help but moan. The girls were taking her panties down and now there was no way to deny it. She had to give in to what her body wanted and then suddenly, there was Kylie sliding in between her thighs. “I think you’re going to like this, mom.”

“Oh yeah,” her mom moaned. “Oh yeah. That’s it, Baby. Oh yeah. That’s it. Do me just like that, Baby. Make me cum. Make me cum really big.”

Gilbert couldn’t help but feel smug as he knocked on the door to his boss’s office. Someday, he told himself. Someday, this would be his office.

Old man Huntsman looked up at the knock on his door. “Gilbert,” the man said. “What brings you by here?”

“Well, sir,” Gilbert began, “I think I’ve got some disturbing news to report.”

“Uh oh. This sound serious. What is it?”

“Would you mind if I closed the door, sir?”

The old man just looked at him. “Is it that bad?” he asked.

“I’m afraid so, sir.”

“Then by all means, come on in and close the door.”

Gilbert closed the door and then he took a seat in front of his boss and he had to remind himself yet agin that he wasn’t supposed to feel good about this even if it meant that he’d be moving up even as others were movingly down.

“All right then. Why don’t you tell me wht the problem is?”

“It’s about Gretchen Hartwick, sir. I just learned some disturbing news about her and knowing that you and I share the same values, I was sure you’d want to know about it as well.”

“What is it?”

“Well, sir, it appears that our little golden girl has a bit of a skeleton in her closet. You see, sir, I’ve just learned that Gretchen Hartwick is a lesbian.”

The old man just looked at his underling. “Go on,” he said finally.

“Go on, sir?”

“Yes, go on. What else do you got?”

“I don’t understand,sir. She’s a lesbian. Isn’t that enough?”

“Nope. In fact, it’s not even close to being enough. If she is what you say she is, then that means I couldn’t do anything to her anyway. She’s protected. You, on the other hand, you are not protected.”

“But—”

“Our company is like a family here. We have to trust each other and that means we can’t go around biting each other in the butt. You’ve disappointed me, Gilbert. Really you have. I have to wonder whether you’re the type of person we want to around here.”

“But sir.”

“Gilbert, this would be an excellent opportunity for you to not say anything at all. If you leave now, maybe you can keep from damaging your career here even further.”

Gilbert just stared at his boss. Was the man serious, he wondered. He decided he couldn’t take the risk. He gulped. “Yes, sir. I think I’ll be leaving now,” and with that, Gilbert left his boss’s office.

Meanwhile, even as that had been happening, Gretchen was unaware of what had been being said about her. In fact, she’d decided to take an extended lunch and so while Gilbert was in Mr. Huntsman’s office ratting her out to their boss, she was at home with her two new best friends.

She was naked on her bed even as he daughter’s friend knelt between her legs and she could feel the girl’s tongue on her pussy and she couldn’t help but moan. Damn, the girl had a really good tongue and Gretchen could definitely see why her daughter liked the girl.

But as good as the girl might have been, her daughter was even better.

It was Kylie whose pussy was riding her face and Gretchen couldn’t help but lick her daughter’s pussy.

“Oh my God, mom. Yes. Oh my God. You’re going to make me cum, mom.”

Mmm. That was just what Gretchen wanted to maher and it made her lick her daughter’s pussy even harder.

“Oh my God, mom. Yes. Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Oh my God. Yes!”

Her daughter was cumming and almost at the same time, Gretchen was cumming, too. She didn’t know how it was that she’d fallen under their spell and honestly, she didn’t much care anymore. She’d heard whispers between the two of them and she’d heard the word strap-on and she didn’t much care. They could do whatever they wanted with her and that would be just fine as long as she had a wet pussy to cum on.