The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Doctor Megan Goodspeed sauntered through the lobby of the Seattle Four Seasons Hotel, a woman in total command of herself and her surroundings. Poised and confident, Megan was five-foot-seven with auburn hair that reached just past her shoulders. Her eyes were a breathtaking blue, and people were often astonished upon meeting her gaze the first time. Forty-two, she possessed a wholesome, natural beauty, with a seductive playful smile and lovely pale skin. She was very fit, with large round breasts, firm shapely legs and perfect feet.

Megan was wearing a black blazer with nothing underneath, its two buttons barely keeping her breasts contained, along with matching stylish wide-leg black pants. Her hair was loose and styled in wavy layers. She wore large silver hoop earrings and an impressive emerald and diamond pendant hung on a long gold chain between her ample cleavage. On her right index finger was a gaudy gold ring set with a large polished oval-shaped piece of Burmese Jade, and her fingernails were dark green. Her shoes were four-inch black sandals with a single strap across her toes and a one around her ankle. Her toenails were painted a shimmering green, and she wore simple platinum band on her right second toe.

On Megan’s right hip was a Sig Saur P220 .45 ACP pistol, and beside it was an FBI-style badge denoting her as a member of the Hypnotic Affairs Division, the special agency run covertly by the United States with the support of the British and Italian governments. Funded off the books, H.A.D. was nominally part of the FBI, and the agents identify themselves as such when interacting with civilians. If local law enforcement checked up on a H.A.D. agent, they would be told to cooperate fully by a an official-sounding supervisor who was adept at cowing local authorities.

H.A.D.’s primary function was to deal with rogue and dangerous True Hypnotists.

Ironically, the field agents themselves were also hypnotists; H.A.D. used a “fight fire with fire” approach. As such, the agents often came from law enforcement backgrounds, having been caught using their hypnotism skills on the side for illegal, amoral or otherwise questionable activities before being recruited by Hypnotic Affairs.

Megan was one such agent, the fifth one recruited by Special-Agent-In-Charge Angela Bailey. Megan had been an FBI profiler for nine years; she held a PhD in Behavioral Psychology, and was an expert negotiator. A highly effective agent, Megan was also a powerful hypnodomme; she had discovered her talent for hypnotism while in graduate school. She had quickly embraced the lifestyle of a hypnodomme, using her skills to get and take what she wanted while maintaining her public persona of the dedicated criminal profiler and FBI agent. A true narcissist, Megan was intelligent and supremely confident, she enjoyed outsmarting and capturing criminals, often dominating and humiliating them before she brought them in. Her hypnotic skills had allowed her to rack up an impressive arrest record, and she had a one-hundred percent success rate at getting suspects to confess to their crimes. Her skills also allowed her to control her colleagues and superiors, and she had created a nice little empire for herself, with slaves that had connections in both the criminal and law enforcement communities. She had millions of dollars stashed in offshore accounts, and owned several luxury properties and cars under assumed names.

A social chameleon, Megan could play the friendly suburban mom, a cagey stripper or a high-powered businesswoman with equal ease. She was charming and an expert at putting others at ease.

She was also a champion manipulator even without her hypnotism skills.

Everything was going very well in Megan’s life for several years; it all fell apart when Angela Bailey had caught on to her. Angela had outsmarted Megan during a brief cat-and-mouse game, and the two powerful women had engaged in an epic hypnosis-duel.

Angela had won, and Megan found herself in an interrogation room with a choice to make.

“Reassignment”, or a transfer.

The choice had not been difficult.

Megan had actually been enthusiastic when she’d been told about Hypnotic Affairs.

“Finally, something worthy of my talents,” she had said with a wink.

Angela had been eager to get Megan on her team; she was already a trained agent, and her hypnotism skills were excellent. She was trained in Jiu-Jitsu and Judo, and spoke four languages besides English. She was also amoral, and would do the job for the challenge and the thrill, rather than some misguided form of idealism or righteousness.

She would also do it to save herself.

Angela felt she was a perfect fit, and would be extremely effective as a H.A.D agent.

She was right.

Megan had already apprehended two minor rogue hypnotists and assisted with their subsequent brainwashing into non-hypnotic threats. One was a college professor who was enslaving his wealthy students and using them to blackmail and rob their families. The other had been a corporate officer at a tech company who had hypnotized two of her colleagues into committing suicide in order to advance her career.

Megan had taken them each down after a short investigation, gleefully beating each of them bloody before hypnotizing and utterly humiliating them.

Now she was being assigned a partner, to her chagrin.

“I work better alone,” Megan had protested when Angela had ordered her to come to the hotel and meet her new partner.

“I am sure you do. In Hypnotic Affairs, you will work with a partner. All field agents work in pairs. This isn’t negotiable,” Angela had replied handing her a hotel room keycard.

Megan Goodspeed was rarely impressed by anyone, and those she respected were even fewer.

She was both impressed with and respected Angela Bailey.

Megan had to admit she was also a bit afraid of her as well.

“Yes ma’am. I will be there,” Agent Goodspeed had replied.

Angela nodded.

“Suite nine-oh-three, four o’clock,” she said.

Working for Hypnotic Affairs had many perks, one of which was Megan could dress how she pleased; her current outfit would not have been acceptable while working for the regular FBI. She was also allowed to drive whatever car she chose; she owned over a dozen expensive sport and luxury vehicles. Today she had driven a brand new dark green Jaguar she had purchased shortly before joining H.A.D.

The biggest perk was that she had a “get out of jail free” card as a hypnotist.

“We don’t give a shit what you do or who you dominate, as long as you aren’t disrupting governments, killing people or selling children. Also that you follow orders,” Angela had said.

Megan wasn’t much for orders, but she had managed in the FBI for nine years; H.A.D. gave her a far longer leash, and she didn’t have to keep her hypnotism skills a secret from her employer.

In fact, they were considered essential.

Megan used her keycard to access the elevator, stepping inside and hitting the button for the ninth floor. A woman dressed in a similar pantsuit to Megan’s entered the elevator just before the doors closed and hit the button for the fifth floor. She was in her mid-twenties, a pretty blonde with her hair in a bun and wearing expensive conservative black heels. Her jewelry was minimal, just a pair of small diamond stud earrings. Her blue suit was expensive and well-tailored and she wore a white silk blouse beneath it; her fingernails were in a perfect French manicure and she carried a slender black briefcase.

The woman looked confident and professional.

Fucking drone, Megan thought derisively.

The woman looked at her, her gaze lingering on her cleavage.

Then she snorted and shook her head.

“Something wrong dear?” Megan asked.

“Nothing a little class wouldn’t fix,” the woman replied snidely.

Megan smiled.

She reached out and hit the elevator’s stop button.

“How about youlook into my eyes,” she said in a firm yet soothing voice.

The younger woman looked at her reflexively.

She gasped as her gaze met Megan’s.

The H.A.D. agent’s eyes were wide, deep sapphire pools.

“I… what? You…your eyes…,” the astonished blonde stammered.

She had never seen such blue eyes.

They seemed to draw her into their endless depths.

“That’s it, keep looking…look deeper…my eyes are so soothing to look into…you can’t look away…your eyes are drawn to mine…pulling you in…getting lost in the soothing blue depths…relaxing more and more as you keep looking deeper…deeper into my eyes…feeling yourself sinking…dropping into a completely relaxed state…slipping into a trance…you are so relaxed…deeper and deeper…sinking…hearing only my voice…listening and obeying…listening…and obeying…,” Megan said, her voice seductive and insistent.

“I...I…what…s-stop…obey…,” the blond mumbled.

Overwhelmed by Megan’s unexpected hypnotic assault, the blonde slipped into a trance.

“Very good my pet. Tell me, where are you going?” Megan asked.

“To…a…meeting with…some of my…firm’s clients…,” the dazed woman replied.

Megan smiled evilly.

The woman was probably an attorney or some kind account manager.

Not that Megan cared.

“Excellent. When your meeting starts, you will feel the irresistible compulsion to climb up on the table and perform a slow, sexy strip tease. You will get completely naked without realizing you are doing it. You will only become aware after you are totally naked. Do you understand?” Megan asked.

“Yes…,” the blonde responded.

“Very good. When you step outside the elevator you will wake up and remember nothing that took place while you were in here. You not remember me or my eyes,” Megan instructed.

“I will not…remember…,” the blonde agreed.

Satisfied, Megan restarted the elevator.

The two women rode up in silence.

The elevator stopped on the fifth floor and the blonde stepped out.

She paused as she awoke from her trance.

“Have a lovely day!” Megan called to her as the doors closed.

The hypnotist-agent smirked as she rode the rest of the way up to her destination.

Doctor Goodspeed was a petty, arrogant woman; she delighted in humiliating anyone who had the audacity to insult or challenge her.

“Little brat would have been much better off complementing my outfit…or my tits,” Megan said to herself with a chuckle as she stepped from the elevator and headed for the suite where she was to meet Angela and her new partner.

Megan swiped the keycard and the door’s mechanical lock clicked, the light above the handle going from red to green. She walked into the fancy luxury suite to find Angela Bailey looking impeccable as always dressed in a red pantsuit and tall black designer pumpsThe Agent-in-charge was sitting comfortably on a small loveseat, a disposable coffee cup in her hand.

Across from her sat the woman Megan assumed was her new partner.

She was young, perhaps twenty-six, with lustrous long dark brown hair; thick and wavy, she currently wore it loose, and it cascaded well past her shoulders. She was of mixed Asian and Caucasian heritage, and had a very innocent, pretty face with impressive hazel eyes and high sculpted cheekbones, along with pouty lips that seemed constantly on the verge of a playful smirk. She was perhaps five-foot five, and Megan’s trained eye told her the woman was extremely fit, with the body of a dancer. She had small but firm breasts, and Megan could see her legs were strong and toned through her tight distressed jeans.

She had on an olive-green flutter-sleeve peasant blouse that bared her shoulders, and two pendants hung around her neck; on a short gold chain was a polished circular piece of green jade with the Chinese character for good fortune mounted in the center. On a longer white gold chain was a gold coin engraved with a spiraling pattern and had a small emerald mounted in the center. She wore a bracelet of multi-colored agates around her left wrist, and a silver band on her right thumb and a silver Claddagh on her right middle finger. Her fingernails were short and black. She wore flat brown leather sandals, and she had a very nicely rendered tattoo of a Triskele on her right ankle. Around her left ankle was a silver chain with a small harp charm dangling from it. Her toenails were also painted black.

A Hypnotic Affairs badge rested on her left hip, along with a dark-earth-colored Smith and Wesson M&P forty-caliber pistol.

She is left-handed, Megan’s sharp mind noted casually.

“Hello Doctor Goodspeed, thank you for coming. This is Agent Amelia Chen,” Angela said.

She set down her coffee and stood, as did Amelia.

“Hello Amelia, it is nice to meet you. I’m Megan,” Megan said with a friendly smile.

She extended her hand.

“It is nice to meet you, Megan,” Amelia replied, taking Megan’s hand.

Both women had firm grips.

They locked eyes, piercing blue vs. intense hazel.

Megan smirked, and Amelia raised and eye brow and smiled.

They continued to hold hands, staring each other down, both unwilling to look away first.

Both women jumped as Angela snapped her fingers loudly between them.

“Okay, I was hoping that working with mostly women would cut down on the dick measuring. Please have a seat, ladies,” she said dryly.

Megan chuckled, and Amelia winked at her.

The two women sat in the chairs beside one another and opposite Angela.

“Would you like some coffee, Doctor Goodspeed?” Angela asked, picking up her cup.

“No thank you, I’m good,” Megan replied, crossing her legs.

She continued to watch Amelia, appraising her body language and facial expressions.

Calm, confident, intelligent eyes. A bit tense, but that is to be expected. Not easily intimidated, Megan assessed.

Angela nodded.

“Okay, down to business You two are going to be partners. Full field agents; Doctor Goodspeed will be the senior agent, for obvious reasons. I expect you two to work well together and get the job done. I don’t care if you like each other. You will not hypnotize each other, and you will respect each other. Understood?” she asked, eyeing each woman in turn.

“Absolutely,” Megan nodded.

“Yes, ma’am,” Amelia said.

“Excellent. Now, I am sure you are both very curious about one another even though I gave each of you a look at the other’s personnel file, so let’s get that out of the way before you get your case,” Angela said, sipping her coffee.

“Yes, Megan’s was so heavily redacted that I am a little curious,” Amelia said casually.

“Oh? I felt yours was rather short, although I believe I know what I need to about you,” Megan replied.

The two women locked eyes again.

Angela sighed.

“They are both redacted because lower-level functionaries don’t need your backgrounds. Doctor Goodspeed, I am aware you have questions about Agent Chen’s age and experience. She just completed six weeks at Quantico in a special program, and before that a month of specialized Hypnotic Affairs training with Agents Quinn and Stilwell. Before that, she was an LAPD patrol officer for three years,” she said.

“I’m aware; she is an expert in two marital arts, an exceptional pistol shot even if her chosen caliber is a little suspect, and she was an exemplary officer right up until she got into trouble with you. Her mother is of Irish descent, father is a Chinese immigrant—that is why she’s so beautiful, by the way—She is smart, witty, educated and speaks three languages fluently besides English. She is also known for her kindness, compassion and empathy; the community loved her, and she showed great concern for the well-being of her suspects as well as her coworkers and the citizens she served,” Megan said evenly.

Amelia snorted.

“You make me sound like a bleeding heart or something,” she said.

Megan smiled at her.

“Aren’t you?” she asked.

Now it was Amelia’s turn to smile.

“Why don’t you tell me, Doctor. You seem to have already formed your opinion. I may not have a PhD, but I have a Master’s degree in psychology and both of my parents are therapists. I’ve been psychoanalyzed my whole life; you aren’t going to impress or intimidate me at all with psychology,” she said.

Megan nodded.

“Excellent, I don’t want a partner who is easily intimidated. I am sure you have an opinion on me. Go ahead, share it. I assure you that you cannot offend me if you’re being honest,” she said, a challenge in her tone.

“Okay; you are a narcissistic and egocentric woman. Obvious classic type-A personality. Very intelligent, highly educated. Not a big fan of men, probably like to prove yourself superior to them whenever you can. Your outfit—which is amazing by the way—exudes power and confidence. You viewed profiling and catching criminals as a challenge, a game. A game you rarely lost. Since you are here, you likely have disdain for rules that hinder your plans or goals. You can be ruthless and cold, but you are also passionate and have epic moments of anger. Obviously, our backgrounds as hypnotists are what is redacted in our files, and also what we really want to know about… so, I am guessing you love hypnotizing others; you get off on the domination and got yourself into trouble just like I did. You are probably addicted to it; I would even bet you hypnotized someone between your car and this hotel suite. How am I doing?” Amelia asked in reply.

Megan clapped sardonically.

“You left out “borderline-sociopath”, but that was actually pretty accurate. I am impressed—and relieved you aren’t a moron. I do have trouble picturing you as a hypnodomme…though you’d look lovely in a bustier,” she said.

Amelia smirked.

“I assure you, Agent Chen is a hypnodomme at heart. For all her exemplary service as a police officer, she has done a lot of…questionable things both morally and legally,” Angela said.

“Now I am very intrigued; please, do tell,” Megan said eagerly.

Angela glanced at Amelia; the younger woman nodded.

“Agent Chen learned true hypnotism from her mother, starting her training at sixteen. By the time she graduated high school she had enslaved four teachers and a dozen fellow students. She was legendary for stealing the captain of the football team’s girlfriend, then dating them both at the same time with their “consent”. She started studying psychology after graduating, and her first serious hypnotic transgression was making professor she didn’t like resign. Another one accused her of cheating on an exam, and she was fired the next week after a sex tape leaked of the professor having sex with the president of the university’s wife. Just for the record, Agent Chen was cheating on the exam, having hypnotized the professor’s grad student into giving her the answer key,” Angela said.

“Also, for the record the grad student was hot and I made her my sex slave,” Amelia interjected.

She smiled at the older agent.

Megan couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Shall I go on?” Angela asked dryly.

“Oh, please do!” Megan said, nodding eagerly.

Angela sighed, then continued.

“Agent Chen decided to join the LAPD, partially as a way to stick it to her parents and partially as a way to find some excitement,” she said.

“Hey, I actually like helping people…I just like dominating them too,” Amelia said defensively.

Angela frowned at her.

“Indeed. After becoming her police officer, Agent Chen received extremely high scores and glowing reviews from her Training Officer. After passing her probationary period, she served with distinction and courage, earning several commendations and awards. She shot and killed an armed suspect, saving the life of a civilian in the process. However, her extra-curricular activities continued unabated, and while there are many hypnotic transgressions on her official record involving things her superior officers, defense lawyers and suspects, not to mention keeping her college roommate as her maid. However, the one that finally caught my attention was the abrupt way a city councilwoman changed her vote, and her entire view, on department funding after a private encounter with then-officer Chen posing as her massage therapist,” she said.

Megan was impressed.

“So, you hypnotized the massage therapist and took her place to get access to the council woman so you could change her mind?” she asked.

Amelia nodded.

“Yes, she was endangering lives with her budget cuts. So, I had a little “chat” with her. And just for the record, I made her my sex-slave too,” she said with satisfaction.

Megan cackled with delight.

“Oh my, I like you Amelia! I apologize for doubting you,” she said.

Amelia nodded.

“No worries, Megan,” she said with a smile.

“There was that, and the smuggling gang she took over, mainly to use to the stolen items to stock her personal closet,” Angela added, a touch of sarcasm in her voice.

“Hey! They were moving some amazing stuff; shoes, jewelry…oh, and the designer lingerie,” Amelia said indignantly.

“Internal affairs was on to her, so I made her an offer before she could get herself fired and arrested,” Angela said.

“Yes, an “offer” is an interesting way to put it,” Amelia said dryly.

Megan looked delighted.

“Agent Bailey, it appears you found me a wonderful partner after all; thank you!” she said.

“Oh, and don’t forget almost all of my collars just inexplicably confessed if I was able to speak with them alone…just like I am sure most of yours did as well,” Amelia added with a smirk.

Megan simply gave her a wicked smile and winked in reply.

“Yes, well maybe she would like to hear about your exploits as well, Agent Goodpeed,” Angela replied.

“Certainly; let’s see, I learned to hypnotize in my first year of graduate school. I was a natural, and I began to shamelessly used my skills on my professors and fellow students to get ahead. I was recruited by the FBI, after graduating with my doctorate and working as a criminologist for the university for a few years. I then used hypnotism whenever it was useful to catch a suspect…or to get through Bureau red-tape or get around rules or policies that hindered my work. Of course, I was a very active hypnodomme on the side; I took control of several businesses that caught my fancy, or rather I took control of the owners who then ran them for me. There was a classic car restorer, a brewery and a salon. I had five regular slaves, two men and three women, who attended my every whim and desire and had no idea they were slaves during the rest of their boring regular lives. I also worked as a “trouble-shooter”, mostly for women with terrible husbands. I gave them attitude adjustments, made them give their wives favorable divorce terms, or outright eliminated them as the client requested. Then I got on Angela’s radar…,” Megan said.

“Yes, Megan decided she was going to take over a car-theft ring she started working for while we were keeping tabs on her,” Angela said.

“It was exciting and profitable,” Megan said with a shrug.

“The mastermind of the ring was wanted for four murders and a host of other crimes. I confronted Megan and she did her best to thwart our investigation into she and the car thieves, but I managed to get the better of her and then she “helped” me take them down,” Angela.

“Quite against my will, might add,” Megan said sourly.

“She hypnotized you too?” Amelia asked with a snort.

“Indeed; after a close duel,” Megan replied, obviously still smarting from the loss.

“At least you got to duel her. She just showed up at my door at five a.m. after a long shift and hit me with a butterfly induction,” Amelia said, eyeing Angela with a combination of respect and irritation.

“A very well-executed butterfly induction, I will remind you. I’d like both of you to keep those encounters in mind in the future,” Angela said with satisfaction.

Megan and Amelia both gave sheepish smiles.

They were each skilled and knowledgeable hypnotists, and they respected Angela’s skill and power, as well as her ruthlessness and intelligence.

Neither wanted to be on her bad side.

“I think this might work,” Amelia said, chuckling.

“I agree; I wasn’t expecting an equal, but I must say I am pleasantly surprised,” Megan agreed.

“Doctor Goodspeed, I am a little surprised by your positive attitude. Surprised and pleased,” Angela said.

Megan shrugged.

“We are going to be doing dangerous things with only each other to rely on at times. I am practical above all else. I am genuinely pleased to have Amelia as my partner; I hope she feels like I will be adequate for her as well,” she said.

Amelia nodded.

“I think we are going to do very well together. Quinn and Stilwell might be your rockstar team, but I think you have your intellectually superior duo right here,” she said to Angela.

Amelia’s arrogance was less overt than Megan’s, but equally as strong.

“That is exactly what I was thinking. Your experiences, attitudes, education and hypnotic skills mesh very well. You are both master manipulators without hypnotism, but will have a hard time manipulating one another. Now that you are past the dick-measuring,” Angela said.

“Oh, we will be doing plenty of that,” Megan assured her.

“Definitely. A little friendly rivalry will be a good thing,” Amelia agreed, her cop-nature showing.

Special Agent-In-Charge Angela Bailey was pleased, though she didn’t show it.

So far, her pairings had worked out well, and her hunch about Goodspeed and Chen seemed to be correct. The two women had almost immediately clashed, as she’d expected; however, they had gotten on the same page just as quick. Both women were very charming and came across as friendly, compassionate, helpful easily approachable. They were masters at disarming people, making them feel safe and comfortable.

In truth they were both ruthless, self-centered and domineering.

They would be extremely effective at investigating and capturing other hypnotists.

Angela was hoping to foster rivalries between her agents, especially one pair of partners vs. another. She could already envision Quinn and Stilwell trying to outdo Goodspeed and Chen, and vice versa. Bellini and Thompson were a wildcard; Isabella was by far the most powerful hypnodomme Angela had recruited, but she wasn’t necessarily the most competitive. Katherine Thompson on the other hand was very driven; a rookie hypnotist, she definitely liked to be the best at anything she did. Her most recent recruit, Alistair Ramsey, would definitely be competitive as the first and only male field agent; Lydia Black was overseeing his orientation and would be introducing him to his partner in a few weeks.

After Goodspeed and Chen brought her in.

Then Angela would have the four teams she’d been instructed to recruit, and H.A.D. could focus on its mission and expanding its support staff.

“Excellent. Let’s get to it. The folders on the table are your first case; a woman named Sophia Diaz. She’s a suspect, but as you know that means little to us. Our suspects are guilty we decide they are innocent. The short version of the assignment is confirm and stop her activities, take her down, bring her in,” Angela said.

Amelia picked up the two folders from the table, handing one to her partner.

“Sofia Maria Diaz, age thirty-nine. Columbian-American, above-average intelligence, excellent student and top-level athlete in high-school, all the usual extra-curricular activities and awards. She worked as a model while in college; double major in criminal justice and psychology. Black belt in Judo, trained kickboxer, made the Olympic pistol team and won a silver medal. She joined the Miami Police Department after college, made detective, and became a hostage negotiator. Ten years on the force, and then she abruptly retired and became a stage hypnotist. Now she has a regular show in Vegas. A popular, successful one, according to this,” Megan read aloud.

“So… she was under investigation by Internal Affairs for a half-dozen violations of department policy. Then the lead investigator suddenly cleared her and closed the investigation. They began dating, and both retired from the force. Former detective Miami Shanna Lane, age thirty-four, she is now Sofia’s stage assistant and apprentice hypnotist. She is probably completely enslaved; utterly loyal and supportive, she is still Sofia’s girlfriend, at least publicly. Looks like Shanna became a rat because she had her own issues with department rules…okay, so what is H.A.D.’s interest? Are we recruiting her?” Amelia asked.

“She has been working with a crew of thieves; they have pulled off a couple of bank jobs and a jewelry heist in the past year. Each time, Sofia has hypnotized key individuals to gain information such as passwords or delivery schedules, as well as giving them post-hypnotic suggestions to compel them into performing certain activities at certain times, such as leaving security doors open, shutting off cameras or outright assisting the thieves. All without them remembering a thing, of course,” Angela said.

“A hypnotist would be incredibly useful on a heist,” Amelia said with a shrug.

“Yes, I certainly was,” Megan agreed with a chuckle.

Angela sighed.

“Anyway, we believe the crew has another big job planned soon; if you can get to Sofia and find out when and where, we would like you to stop them. We do take non-hypnotist criminals off the board as well. As you noted earlier, confessions are easy for us to obtain,” she said dryly.

“Ah, so there is the case; not just taking Sofia down, but finding out who her accomplices are and stopping them. Then bringing her into our little family,” Megan said.

“What about her apprentice? Shanna?” Amelia asked.

“Hypnotize her, arrest her. We will recruit her as a support hypnotist, eventually train her as an agent if she is worth it, reassign her or send her to prison if not,” Angela said matter-of-factly.

“Understood,” Amelia replied.

“Sofia sounds like an ideal candidate. How good a hypnotist is she in reality?” Megan asked.

“We have an informal ranking system of one through five, that takes a lot of variables into account; we have her at a four. Keep in mind it is only a rough guideline,” Angela replied.

“I see; and what, may I ask, do you have me at? Or my new partner here?” Megan asked slyly.

Angela laughed.

“Do you think I will actually answer that?” she asked.

Megan frowned.

“No, I do not…unfortunately,” she replied.

Amelia looked amused.

“You can’t measure a hypnotist’s power on a scale that small anyway. Each level would be extremely significant. Too many factors to consider. It would help if we knew what you considered say, a level two…,” she said reasonably.

Angela was thoughtful.

“Fair enough; We generally won’t ever waste our time with a one, or even a two unless they exhibit great potential. A three is generally very competent, and will be most of the suspects we go after. Fours are powerful, with a variety of hypnotic skills and knowledge. Very dangerous. Fives are rare, relatively speaking; they are true masters of the art, and can be extremely dangerous. There are hypnotists classified as sixes and even a couple of sevens; at that level they know a variety of rare and esoteric techniques that are very powerful and hard to handle. Not to worry, you won’t ever have one of those assigned to you without a lot of support,” she said.

“Now I am curious where you are ranked, Agent Bailey. I am guessing that H.A.D. would not send you after anything below a four unless it was necessary,” Megan said, raising an eyebrow and smiling.

Angela stared at her, and Megan looked away first.

“If you believe that, it is another thing I would implore you to keep in mind…for multiple reasons,” she said calmly.

“I heard a rumor about that big tournament at The Spiral grand opening in Boise, that you got an invite to participate…and you went,” Amelia added with a grin.

Angela looked annoyed.

“I will have to speak to Agent Quinn about her rumor-mongering,” she said.

“Oh, Paige didn’t tell me that; I have contacts in the True Hypnotism community, just like Megan does, like we all do. So, how about it?” Amelia replied.

Angela sighed.

Then she nodded.

“Yes, I did merit an invite; I agreed to participate as reconnaissance on the True Hypnotism community. My first duel was against the eventual tournament winner; obviously, I lost. I won my second, then lost my third. Is that what you want to know?” she asked.

“The invitation alone tells us how good you are; performance in a formal dueling tournament is almost irrelevant, since you were included in the company of a few the very best,” Megan said, a look of respect on her face.

She had of course heard of The Spiral and its opening festivities, but had not yet had the occasion to visit.

“Formal duels and hypnotism in the field are very different things,” Amelia added.

Angela smiled just a bit.

“I am actually glad to hear you say those things; formal duels are not the same as hypnotists trying to take one another in the field. Bigger stakes, bigger consequences and no rules. Yes, we wouldn’t send you after a four unless we felt you could handle her and her entourage. Do not let that go to your heads. You are both egomaniacs, if I am being blunt. You will have non-hypno agents as backup. Use them if you need them,” she said.

“Hey! I am a raging egomaniac, thank you,” Amelia replied with a smirk.

“And I believe I left egomaniac behind years ago. Have no fear Agent Bailey, we will be smart about this. We can handle it,” Megan replied seriously.

Angela nodded.

“I wouldn’t be sending you if I didn’t believe you could. Study up on those files, there is a lot of details and information you might find useful. Your plane leaves in four hours. Private flight to Vegas; suites at the hotel where Sofia performs. Your backup will be in Vegas when you arrive, the contact information and security checks are in the files. Point person will be Agent Lindsey Reeves; she is very competent, very smart. She has a trigger in her mind that will work if any H.A.D. agent says it while showing her their badge, so you can see if she has been compromised. Do not abuse it. Any questions?” Angela asked.

“Many, but none that you can or will answer right now I am certain,” Megan replied slyly.

Her new partner shook her head.

“I’m good to go. Catch Sofia, catch her accomplices; we can handle this,” Amelia said confidently.

Angela nodded.

“You two are getting a long leash on this one. Get it done and don’t make too big of a mess,” she said.

“Small mess, got it,” Amelia replied.

Megan laughed.

Angela sighed and rose.

“Good luck, Agents,” she said before exiting the suite.

Both Megan and Amelia watched her go; Angela had a powerful presence.

“Alright, shall we go over these files a bit more…partner?” Megan asked.

“Sounds good to me,” Amelia agreed, opening her folder.

Four hours later, the two agents were seated on a small private jet en route to Las Vegas.

“Sofia appears to be extremely competent,” Amelia remarked.

The younger agent was sitting cross-legged in her seat, reading through the file Agent Bailey had given them for the second time since the plane had taken off.

“Yes, she is; I nearly crossed paths with her a few years back, when I got called to Miami to help the locals on a hostage situation. Sofia got the suspect to surrender and confess before I could get to the scene. In hindsight, I should have realized she was a hypnotist then. Not that I would have cared,” Megan replied with a chuckle.

The senior agent had her sandals off, and she was sipping a gin and tonic she had made herself from the plane’s well-stocked bar.

“So, it looks like she has performances scheduled the next two nights at The Emerald. I am thinking we should go watch her perform,” Amelia said.

The Emerald was a large, popular resort and casino; the two agents had a large luxury suite booked at the resort’s hotel so they could pose as two friends in town on a girls’ getaway.

“I agree. I have to say, you are diligent, agent Chen,” Megan said, sipping her drink.

Amelia looked up with a raised eyebrow.

“I suppose I am. And you are very…relaxed, aren’t you Doctor Goodspeed?” she replied slyly in a soothing voice.

Megan laughed.

“That I am; and if you are fishing for a reaction to your hypnotist’s voice you won’t get one that easily,” she replied.

Amelia winked.

“Can’t blame a girl for trying. I suppose we should get to know each other a bit better. I have already read through this, and I am sure you memorized it with your genius IQ,” she replied, closing the folder.

“As a matter of fact, I did,” Megan replied.

Amelia chuckled and shook her head, then rose and kicked off her sandals, then went to a refrigerator and got a bottle of beer. She twisted off the top and tossed it into the sink, then retook her seat.

“So, a Sig forty-five, huh? Nice pistol,” she said, sipping her beer.

“I like it. I noticed you carry a forty-caliber. That is a bit too snappy for me,” Megan replied casually.

“It does have a bit of recoil, not as smooth as a forty-five. I really like the combination of capacity, range and power though,” Amelia replied.

“I’m just glad you aren’t packing some dainty nine-mil. The male agents always expected me to have a Glock nineteen or something,” Megan said, raising her glass.

Amelia smiled and did the same with her beer.

“No way. Nine isn’t my style,” she agreed.

The two agents shared a smile and took long drinks.

“Okay, what is your go-to method of hypnotizing someone, agent Chen?” Megan asked.

“Call me Amelia in private, okay? Well…I would say my pendulum skills are pretty strong, and that is my default most of the time. I am decent with eye-contact, and my surprise inductions are solid. I do pretty well with covert and conversational inductions as well,” Amelia replied confidently.

“Call me Megan. I usually go for eye-contact first, and then my ring. I have a pretty good handshake induction, and I am very good at conversational inductions myself,” Megan said, holding up her hand to display her magnificent jade ring as she spoke.

She began to move her hand in small, rhythmic circles.

Amelia’s eyes were reflexively drawn to the magnificent stone.

She laughed and shook her head.

“I will have to be careful around you, won’t I? You do have breathtaking eyes, Doctor—Megan. So, the emerald sitting between your tits is just for show?” Amelia asked with a smirk.

Megan chuckled and lowered her hand.

“I am competent with a pendulum, but it isn’t my preferred focus. The emerald draws attention to my breasts, which is a useful distraction at times. I also have a pretty good surprise titty-induction for the right subject,” she said mischievously.

“Oh, I am sure you do; people of both sexes like a nice pair of tits. If I had that rack I would use them as a focus a lot,” Amelia said with a laugh.

“Would you like to see them?” Megan asked playfully.

She toyed with the buttons on her blazer.

“Of course, I would like to ogle your set. I won’t go into a trance for you, though. Sorry,” Amelia replied confidently.

“Are you sure?” Megan asked quietly.

She undid one of the two buttons holding her tits at bay, revealing more of her magnificent cleavage and side-boob.

Amelia grinned.

“Positive. More likely I will talk you into one when you least expect it,” she said confidently.

Megan pouted and dropped her hand into her lap.

“Another time then. After I have you nice and susceptible, ready to drop,” she said with a wink.

Amelia laughed.

“Good luck. Feel free to flash me anytime. I won’t go into trance for you, but I would be more than willing to suck on them…preferably after I have you under hypnosis,” she said with a wink.

Megan laughed as well.

“I may take you up on that; I don’t mind lovers who are not hypnotized. Now that we have established that we are attracted to each other and would like to dominate one another, what else would you like to know about me, Amelia?” she asked.

The two agents spent the rest of the flight chatting amiably and genuinely enjoying one another’s company. They discussed a wide variety of subjects, including their law enforcement careers, their exploits as hypnodommes, their families, fashion, and that fact that both were hockey fans, although Megan was a Pittsburg fan while Amelia was a die-hard San Jose supporter.

“At least you aren’t a basketball person,” Megan chuckled.

“I like to play it, but I don’t enjoy watching it,” Amelia agreed.

Despite their initial misgivings, Megan and Amelia had started to bond; it would be a slow process, each of them knew, and it was still highly likely one or both would attempt to hypnotize the other to assert their dominance.

Still, they both felt like they had made progress toward

They both strapped their sandals back on as the plane began its descent into the Las Vegas airport.

They retrieved their luggage and then found a tall, attractive woman of around thirty with short blonde hair and brown eyes in a grey pantsuit waiting for them in the lobby.

“Agents Chen and Goodspeed, I am Agent Lindsey Reeves,” the woman introduced herself, extending her hand.

The two agents set down their suitcases.

Amelia shook Lindsey’s hand.

“Nice to meet you, Agent Reeves,” she said politely.

The blonde agent nodded to Amelia, then turned to Megan.

Instead of taking Lindsey’s offered hand, the senior agent held up her badge.

“Situation report now,” Megan said firmly, using the trigger that Angela had shared with them.

Lindsey’s eyes went wide as the trigger took effect, sending her into a deeply hypnotized state.

“I will listen and obey, Agent Goodspeed,” she said in a dazed voice.

“Megan, what are you doing?” Amelia asked in a harsh whisper.

She glanced around nervously, but no one seemed to be paying too much attention to them; people were too intent on their phones, conversations or hurrying to their destinations to care what anyone else was doing.

Megan smirked and lowered her badge.

“Just testing the equipment. Relax, Amelia. It is a perk of the job. Lindsey, you will carry our suitcases and lead us to your car,” she commanded, winking at her partner.

Amelia laughed.

“I suppose we are still hypnodommes,” she agreed.

“Yes ma’am,” Lindsey replied.

The blonde agent dutifully picked up Megan and Amelia’s suitcases and led them from the airport lobby into the parking garage and to a nondescript black government sedan.

“Put them in the trunk, then get into the driver’s seat and awaken. You will forget that I put you in a trance,” Megan instructed.

“Yes ma’am,” Lindsey agreed.

Megan and Amelia got into the backseat of the car and shared a grin as agent Reeves obeyed.

“I am guessing you ladies would like to get settled in your hotel?” Lindsey asked after getting into the car and awakening from her trance.

“Yes please,” Amelia said.

Megan nodded.

“Where are you and your team based?” she asked.

“There are seven of us, and we have a pretty nice condo just a block down the road from your hotel. We can do whatever you need; help with surveillance, run down leads, make arrests, deal with local law enforcement, provide tactical support, you name it. We have been doing some very light surveillance on Sofia, but nothing to even come close to tipping her off.,” Lindsey replied.

“Thank you, Agent Reeves; we will get with you first thing in the morning after we have gotten familiarized with The Emerald,” Megan replied.

”Sounds good. I will tell the boys they have the night off but to be ready bright and early for whatever you need,” Lindsey replied.

“Thank you, Agent Reeves. We are looking forward to working with you,” Amelia said.

“I am looking forward to working with you two as well. I hear you are going to give Quinn and Stilwell a run for their money,” Lindsey replied.

“That is the plan,” Megan said with a smile.

“Well, since we are on your team now, we are rooting for you. We have your backs,” Lindsey said as she pulled the car into The Emerald’s parking lot.

Amelia and Megan stashed their badges and guns in the small backpacks they each carried, thanked Lindsey for the ride and let a hotel employee carry their bags into the lobby.

Megan checked them in under her cover identity of Natalie Sanders, and the two agents went up to their huge twelfth-floor two-bedroom luxury suite.

“Wow, this is way nicer than my apartment in L.A. while I was a cop,” Amelia said after putting her bags into her bedroom.

“It is one of the nicer hotels in town. H.A.D. definitely takes care of the hypnotist-agents,” Megan agreed.

Both women had become accustomed to the finer things in life after fully embracing their hypnodomme natures, and were quite pleased by the suite.

“They know we are used to having whatever we want; this way they don’t have to deal with us…upgrading our accommodations. They just skip right to the high-end stuff. Smart,” Amelia said with satisfaction.

She walked over to the living room’s large picture window and admired the view.

“I suppose we are high maintenance, aren’t we? Not that I give a damn; we are specialists, highly skilled, and they shouldn’t balk at the operating costs. We will have the best, one way or another,” Megan said haughtily, sitting on a very comfortable couch.

“Absolutely. So… what do you want to do this evening?” Amelia asked, turning back and raising her eyebrow.

Megan smiled and her hand went to the buttons on her jacket.

“I am still thinking about sending you into a little titty-trance, to be honest,” she said slyly.

Amelia laughed.

“Again, feel free to flash those spectacular tits at me anytime,” she retorted.

The two women locked eyes.

Megan slowly undid one button, again causing her cleavage to become more prominent.

Amelia grinned.

“Sleep now, Amelia!” Megan said firmly.

She released the final button, her tits falling free in all their glory.

Amelia swallowed hard, chewing at her bottom lip as she looked at Megan’s large nipples and areolae.

She did feel a wave of hypnotizing power wash over her.

Amelia dismissed it.

She grinned.

“Not a chance, dear. Sorry. But those are some lovely tits!” she said, winking at Megan.

“It was worth a try; I am not a true tit-notist. Since you won’t cooperate, I am going to go down to the casino and have some fun, get some dinner and maybe find a dance club. Definitely bring back a play-toy. Care to join me?” she said asked.

“Definitely,” Amelia agreed.

The two women went to their rooms to change.

Amelia returned to the living room in a gold halter top and black pants; she had put her hair up, and she wore tall black platform mules.

Megan had changed into a tight sparkling blue sleeveless top and a short black skirt, along with the same sandals she’d worn on the plane. She left her hair down, and she had redone her makeup to give her eyes a smoky, sultry look.

“Wow, I am rethinking not becoming your titty-slave; it might be worth it. You look fantastic, Megan,” Amelia said, admiring her partner.

“You missed your chance, although you do look good enough to eat yourself,” Megan replied, walking around Amelia and looking her over with approval.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” Amelia admonished playfully.

The two hypnotist-agents left the suite and took the elevator down to the casino. Each had brought a slender black clutch with badges and both their real and cover identifications inside.

They had left their firearms in their room safes.

Megan and Amelia took things slowly; they purchased a few thousand dollars in chips and spent some time playing roulette, blackjack and craps.

The nursed drinks and fended off the advances of both men and women as they took in the casino’s layout and sized up the clientele.

Both agents were up several thousand dollars when they decided to go one of the hotel’s fine dining restaurants.

Megan and Amelia had a fantastic dinner of steak and lobster, and shared a bottle of very expensive wine. They had very enjoyable conversation, which over a dessert of peanut butter cheesecake turned to their conquests for the night.

“I am thinking man tonight. I just want to blow off some steam and get some rest before we get to work tomorrow,” Amelia said.

“I tend to lean toward women myself, but tonight I may try to find a nice couple to worship me. I am pretty charged up,” Megan replied.

She gave her partner a sultry looked, and offered her the last bite of cheesecake on the end of her fork.

Amelia returned her partner’s sexy look and slowly took the bite of dessert into her mouth.

They continued to stare at one another as Amelia slowly chewed and swallowed the cheesecake.

Then they shared a giggle.

“I believe I am going to enjoy working with you, Amelia,” Megan said.

“I feel the same, Megan. Shall we go dance and stalk some prey?” Amelia replied.

Megan nodded; she paid the check with a black AmEx card that Angela had given her, and Amelia tipped their server five-hundred dollars in cash, a hundred dollars more than their meal had cost.

The two sexy hypnotist-agents left the restaurant and found a popular club with a long line of people waiting to get in.

Megan and Amelia sauntered up to the door.

“I’ll handle this part,” Amelia said quietly, winking at her partner.

“Be my guest,” Megan replied.

“Hi, my name is Amy, and this is Natalie. We are on the list, so you will let us in,” Amelia said firmly to the muscular, black-clad doorman.

The man glanced down at the iPad he was holding, tapping the screen.

“I don’t see your names,” he replied looking up.

He grunted, his eyes suddenly drawn to a golden coin engraved with a spiraling pattern, a glittering emerald at its center.

Amelia had casually lifted her pendant from her chest, and was swinging it gently back and forth.

“Relax, they are there…Amy and Natalie…you simply missed them…if you look again, you will see them…Amy and Natalie…look again…you will see our names…you will let us in…we are very beautiful, sexy women…you know we belong inside…you want to let us in…it will make you feel so good to allow Amy and Natalie into the club…look at the list again and then you will let us in,” Amelia purred in a soothing monotone voice.

The man’s eyes had reflexively followed her pendant as she spoke.

The emerald glittered, and the hypnotist’s voice bypassed his conscious mind, her suggestions taking root in his subconscious.

Amelia dropped the coin back to her chest.

The man swallowed hard and looked at his iPad again.

“I…um…ah, okay. Here you are. Amy and Natalie. Go on in. Have a great time, ladies,” the man said, slightly bewildered by his own actions.

“Thank you so much!” Amelia said cheerfully.

She stood on her toes and kissed his cheek, then took Megan’s hand and led her inside.

“Well done,” Megan congratulated, speaking loudly over the pulsing dance music as they made their way through the dark, crowded club toward the bar.

“Oh, you know that was an easy one. Simple male mind, confronted with two hot women. He wanted to let us in. No way he could resist a little hypnosis,” Amelia replied with a chuckle.

“You still had to execute it quickly and properly.

“Thank you, partner,” Amelia said appreciatively.

They made their way to the bar and ordered drinks, Megan her preferred gin and tonic while Amelia opted for her typical beer.

They stood chatting and laughing for less than five minutes before they were approached by a pair of young, handsome and well-dressed men who asked them to dance.

“Sure, why not?” Megan said, looking at her partner.

Amelia nodded, and the two hypnotist-agents followed the men onto the dance floor. Both women were agile and skilled dancers, Amelia especially so. Her movements were graceful and seductive, drawing the eyes of many people around her.

Soon, the two hypnotists were in command of the dance floor, frequently changing partners among the many sexy and well-dressed men and women around them.

While Megan was grinding with a tall, handsome blonde man and his sexy young red-haired wife, Amelia suddenly found herself face to face with a stunning, sexy Latina woman. She was wearing a shimmering, gold bustier and sleek black trousers, her six-inch black platform sandals causing her to tower over Amelia. Her long thick wavy dark brown hair had honey-blonde highlights and was loose, and she had fetching caramel-brown eyes. She wore heavy but tasteful makeup and simple dangling silver inverted triangle-shaped earrings. She had sexy, pouty lips framed a radiant smile and long fingernails painted in a French manicure. A silver pocket-watch hung around her neck, and she wore a simple silver bracelet on her left wrist, a matching silver anklet on her right ankle. Her toenails were painted black, and she had delicate silver spirals painted on each big toe.

The woman was swaying to the music, her arms and hips moving seductively as she smiled.

Amelia realized she was face to face with Sofia Diaz, the hypnotist she and Megan were in town to arrest.

Quick-thinking and not easily flustered, she smiled back and eagerly stepped closer to Sofia, effortlessly matching her movements.

“Hello dear. You are a magnificent dancer,” Sofia said loudly, leaning close enough to Amelia that she felt her breath on her ear.

She had just a hint of a Columbian accent, her voice strong and powerful.

“As are you. I am Amy,” Amelia replied.

“Sofia. It is lovely to meet you, Amy. I apologize for chasing all your suitors away,” Sofia said as they danced.

Their eyes locked, and Amelia smiled.

“You did me a favor if it means dancing with you,” she said.

Sofia laughed, raising her hands above her head and moving to press her body against Amelia’s. The two women gyrated quickly and energetically to the pulsing music, each feeling the heat from the other’s body.

The song ended and the DJ switched to a slower, more rhythmic track.

They stared into each other’s eyes, neither blinking as they moved. Sofia’s gently put her hands on Amelia’s waist, pulling her even closer, her hands roaming her body. Amelia responded with a seductive grin, putting her arms around Sofia’s neck as they swayed together.

By this time some space had cleared around the two dancing hypnotists; many of the club’s patrons were watching them transfixed; some, particularly men, were cheering and whistling and there were a few shouts for them to kiss.

Sofia and Amelia obliged them; they kissed passionately, their tongues hungrily exploring one another’s mouths as they continued to dance. Sofia took Amelia’s hand and put it on her breast; Amelia went a step further and put Sofia’s hand under her top.

They continued to kiss and fondle one another to the delight of the onlookers until the song ended.

Breaking the kiss, both women laughed; they hugged.

“That was magnificent, thank you Amy! May I buy you a drink?” Sofia asked, catching her breath.

“That would be lovely, thank you,” Amelia replied with a nod.

She glanced over to see Megan chatting with the young couple she’d been dancing with earlier; she was likely setting them up to be hypnotized.

Megan casually looked her way and gave an almost imperceptible nod.

I will watch your back, her expression said.

Amelia smiled; Megan was aware of who she was talking to, and was ready to back her up if necessary.

Sofia took Amelia’s hand.

“Come, I have a VIP table and bottle service,” she said, leading the young agent across the club and toward the roped-off VIP area.

The man watching the VIP area’s entrance immediately lifted the rope for Sofia, and she led Amelia to a round table in the corner with very comfortable booth-style seats.

“What would you like to drink?” Sofia asked as they got settled.

Amelia was thoughtful as she looked at the selection of bottles at the VIP area’s private bar.

“I’d love a good lemon drop,” she said.

“Cassidy, two lemon drops,” Sofia said to the VIP area’s private bartender.

“Yes ma’am,” the pretty young brunette said cheerfully.

“Thank you,” Amelia said.

“My pleasure dear. Am I taking you away from friends, a boyfriend?” Sofia asked.

Amelia shook her head.

“No. My friends can take care of themselves. What about you? I can’t believe you are here alone,” she replied.

Sofia chuckled and shook her head.

“I am never alone. I work at the resort, and I have no shortage of people wanting my time. However, I always like meeting fabulous new people,” she replied.

“You work here? That sounds incredible,” Amelia said.

Cassidy brought their lemon drops.

“Thank you dear. Bring us a couple of shots of the twenty-year Pappy, please,” Sofia said.

Amelia noticed there was more than a hint of command in her voice.

She sipped her drink; it was fantastic.

“Yes ma’am!” Cassidy replied with an eager nod.

Sofia smiled and turned back to Amelia.

“Yes, I work here. I have a show in the big lounge ten times a month,” she said, raising her own drink to her sexy lips.

“That sounds amazing; are you a singer?” Amelia asked.

Sofia chuckled.

“No; I am a hypnotist,” she replied with satisfaction.

Amelia smiled.

“Really? That is cool!” she said enthusiastically.

“Do you really think so? Many people scoff when I tell them I am a hypnotist,” Sofia replied, clearly pleased by Amelia’s excitement.

Amelia nodded.

“Yes, I think it is great! I have seen hypnotists perform in clubs a few times. It was amazing the things they could get people to do,” she said.

Sofia chuckled.

“Yes, if you know what you are doing you can get your subjects to do…many things,” she said with a wink.

Amelia chuckled.

Cassidy brought their shots.

“Ooh, well that sounds like it can be fun. To many things,” Amelia said, picking up the shot glass and raising it.

“To new fabulous people,” Sofia replied with a smile.

For an instant, Amelia saw a flash of predatory appraisal in Sofia’s eyes.

She realized the Latina hypnotist was sizing her up as a potential conquest.

Bring it on, you might be in for a surprise, Sofia dear, Amelia thought to herself.

They clinked their glasses together and downed the highly expensive bourbon.

While Amelia was drinking with Sofia, Megan had moved to a non-VIP table with the couple she had met on the dance floor.

Their names were Will and Andi; both were realtors, in Vegas for a convention and awards dinner.

Megan despised realtors, so when she had found out that the couple were both in that line of work, she decided instantly that they would be her sex-slaves for the evening. Andi was wearing a sexy short black dress and tall black heels, while Will was dressed in a cobalt-blue long-sleeved shirt and black pants. They were both reasonably fit, attractive people in their mid-thirties.

The very perceptive Megan was also certain they were also clearly looking for a woman to have a threesome with, though they were both nervous and sheepish about it.

They had likely never picked up another woman before, and were unsure of themselves.

The hypnotist was more than happy to oblige them, although the threesome she had in mind was likely far different than what the couple was looking for.

A perfect pair to worship me for a night, Megan judged.

The hypnotist was listening to the couples’ inane chatter, calmly waiting for her opportunity to begin an induction.

At the same time, she was keeping an eye on Amelia, who appeared to be having a great time with Sofia.

Megan suspected the Latina stage hypnotist was planning to hypnotize her partner, perhaps simply to enslave her for the evening—or longer.

Amelia was beautiful and sexy and would make a delightful slave.

It was also possible that Sofia had picked Amelia out as someone who may not be what they seem; being a former law enforcement officer and negotiator, Sofia would be very sharp, and she may suspect that Amelia was undercover or perhaps some kind of criminal.

You are probably being paranoid; Amelia can handle herself. If she starts to leave with Sofia, just intercept, Megan told herself.

“Enough about us, what do you do Natalie?” Andi asked.

Megan smiled.

“I am a therapist. I have my PhD in psychology, and I have a small practice in Portland,” she lied casually.

“Oh, should we be calling you “Doctor”, then?” Will asked, obviously impressed by her degree.

Megan laughed.

“No, I am not here as a therapist; I am on vacation. “Natalie” is fine,” she said amiably.

She imagined herself riding Will’s hypnotically-stiffened cock.

The man nodded, flushing.

Both he and Andi were obviously attracted to her, and were working up the nerve to invite her to bed with them.

“I am just going to save you two some grief and tell you that I am quite bisexual and I would love to have sex with you,” Megan said brazenly.

Of course, by sex I mean the two of you pleasuring me as my obedient fuck-puppets, she added silently.

The couple would likely have far less fun than the hypnotist.

Megan generally did not care about her sex-slaves’ pleasure, only her own.

Andi gasped at her comment, and Will looked shocked; they both turned bright red.

“I, uh, we are, yes, um,” Will stammered.

Andi composed herself more quickly than her husband.

“Well, that certainly does make things easier, doesn’t it?” she said with a laugh.

“I just had feeling you were looking for a threesome,” Megan replied with a wink.

Andi nodded sheepishly.

“We have never, I mean it will be our first, uh,” Will stammered.

“She’s aware, honey. Breathe. She said yes,” Andi soothed her husband.

Will chuckled.

“Sorry, I am just excited I guess,” he said.

“It’s fine, just relax,” Megan said with a smile.

She glanced over to check on Amelia.

Her partner was laughing and chatting with Sofia; they appeared to be having a great time.

It was too noisy in the club for Megan to hypnotize Will and Andi, and she was considering her options for how to proceed. She would normally suggest they go to her suite and she would hypnotize them there.

However, she could not leave her partner alone, especially sitting with a dangerous hypnotist who was the very suspect they were supposed to capture.

Megan was about to suggest that they meet at her suite later when Amelia abruptly rose and headed for the VIP bathroom.

Megan watched Sofia closely, and she saw the Latina hypnotist nod to someone outside the VIP area.

Following Sofia’s gaze, Megan saw a very attractive blonde woman in a silver halter top and short black skirt get up from a table full of people and head toward the bathroom.

She realized it was Shanna Lane, Sofia’s assistant and apprentice who was also likely her slave.

Sofia had just sent her after Amelia.

Megan swiftly took out her phone and texted her partner.

Shanna Lane is coming after you. Shall I intercept?she asked.

A second later three dots appeared on the screen indicating that Amelia was replying.

Negative. I can take her. Thnx. Will text you when I have her was the response.

Megan sighed and put her phone away.

She considered following Shanna anyway, but she would have to make her way through the VIP area and she didn’t want to cause a commotion or get Sofia’s attention.

She didn’t like leaving Amelia to take on Shanna alone, but she needed to have faith in her partner.

“So…what do we do now?” Andi asked.

The realtor slipped off her shoe and ran her bare foot up Megan’s leg.

“I suggest we have another drink and chat some more; we are in no rush, are we?” Megan replied.

She fished an olive out of Andi’s martini and slowly and seductively bit it in half with a wink.

Will and Andi each swallowed hard, flushing.

“No, there is no rush is there, honey?” Andi asked her husband.

“Nope, we will do things however you say, Natalie,” Will agreed with a nod.

“You have no idea,” Megan replied with a grin.

Shanna Lane stepped into the VIP women’s restroom; it was large and smelled vaguely of cinnamon. She walked quickly through a small carpeted waiting area complete with two small couches, her high heels clacking when she reached the tiled floor.

Her quarry, the young pretty woman that her mentor had been sitting with, was standing in front of a sink, checking her makeup in the mirror.

Shanna quickly walked past each of the half-dozen stalls, making sure they were empty before moving to stand right behind the woman Sofia had directed her to capture.

Contrary to what H.A.D. believed, Shanna was not currently Sofia’s hypno-slave, but merely her apprentice.

Sofia had hypnotized Shanna when the latter had been an Internal Affairs detective investigating Sofia’s misconduct. After Sofia had thoroughly dominated and humiliated her, which Shanna had taken stoically, she had offered to take her to Las Vegas with her and train her as a hypnotist. Shanna now served as Sofia’s stage assistant and minion.

“Excuse me, I am sorry to bother you but have you ever seen a ring like this?” Shanna asked casually.

She held up her right hand to display a white gold ring set with a large glistening yellow gemstone.

Amelia smirked, looking at Shanna in the mirror.

Then she turned around and smoothly raised her hand to dangle her golden spiral-engraved coin in front of Shanna’s eyes.

“Actually, I have. It is a topaz, if I am not mistaken. The stone at the center of my pendant is an emerald. See how it sparkles, Shanna? Especially as it moves. Just watch it swing back and forth,” Amelia said in a firm monotone.

The hypnotist-agent’s pendant began to swing smoothly as she spoke.

Shanna’s blue eyes went wide in surprise, following the pendant’s movements.

“It—it gives off a soothing yellow glow…it is very relaxing to watch as it moves…keep your eyes on it and…and listen to my voice,” Shanna said.

She began to move her hand slowly from side to side, making the topaz sparkle as it reflected the restroom’s lights.

Her voice was a well-practiced monotone, strong yet soothing.

However, there was uncertainty in it as well.

Shanna was quite taken aback; she had never been in a hypnosis duel before, and she was startled that not only was her target attempting to hypnotize her, but she knew her name.

Sofia had only recently begun to send her after choice subjects, to get her apprentice some experience.

Shanna did have legitimate skills as a hypnotist; Sofia was an excellent teacher.

Amelia felt her eyes drawn to the topaz, and a normal would likely have been ensnared by Shanna’s induction. Amelia was far from a normal, and she was able to keep her eyes from getting locked on the gemstone, looking instead at the bridge of Shanna’s nose.

“Follow the pendant with your eyes…letting the spiral draw you in…pulling you toward the center…to the sparkling emerald…noticing how relaxed you are feeling…as you continue to watch the pendant swing back…and forth…relaxing deeper…deeper with every swing…listening closely to the sound of my voice and feeling yourself sinking…dropping quickly into a wonderful, relaxed trance…following the spiral to the emerald…back and forth…,” Amelia continued.

Her voice was gentle but insistent, a comforting cadence that intertwined with the beautiful spiral pendant’s rhythmic swing.

“Feel…feel yourself relaxing more and more…I…follow he beautiful yellow stone with your eyes…you are…feeling s-so…relaxed…,” Shanna continued.

She continued to move her hand slowly side to side, but her voice was faltering, and her eyes were following Amelia’s pendant.

When she tried to look away, spiral engraved on the coin seemed to draw her gaze right back to the center, back to the glittering emerald.

“It is you who is relaxed now, Shanna…very relaxed…so relaxed that you are getting sleepy…your eyelids are growing heavy, even as you keep watching the pendant…relaxing more and more with every swing back…and forth…you cannot take your eyes off of it now…you cannot move or speak…you may only continue to watch swinging pendant and listen to my voice…just be quiet and let your arms hang at your sides…relaxing deeper and deeper…,” Amelia suggested firmly.

Shanna frowned, her eyelids starting to flutter.

“Nnnmmmmffff….,” she said, trying to protest.

She fell silent, her arm dropping to her side.

Shanna stood quietly, her eyes following Amelia’s pendant back and forth beneath her heavy lids.

“Very good, Shanna. You are so relaxed now…so sleepy…eyelids growing heavier and heavier…you want nothing more than to close them and go deep asleep for me…to drop deep into trance…you are sleepy…sleepy…your eyelids are so heavy now…you cannot stay awake, Shanna…you will close your eyes and sleep for me now,” Amelia said.

Shanna let out a soft whimper just before her eyes closed and her head nodded forward.

Amelia replaced her pendant around her neck with a smug smile.

“Alright, now that we have settled that, I want you to listen very carefully Shanna. You are deep, deep in trance. Completely relaxed. You will obey all of my commands without hesitation, and you will accept any suggestions I give you and follow them. Do you understand?” she asked.

“Yes,” Shanna murmured.

“Very good. Now when I snap my fingers, you will open your eyes and look into my eyes. You will remain in your trance, and you will instantly drop twice as deep as you are now. When I snap my fingers again, you will close your eyes and drop twice as deep again; you will be completely in my power, utterly unable to resist me. I will be your Mistress. You will be my slave. Got it?” Amelia asked.

“Yes…slave…,” Shanna murmured.

“Very good. Now look into the eyes of your new owner!” Amelia said with a snap.

Shanna’s blue eyes blinked open and met Amelia’s hazel ones. She gasped as she sank deeper into her hypnotic state.

Smirking, Amelia snapped again.

Shanna’s eyes slammed shut and she dropped even deeper under the H.A.D. agent’s control.

“Wonderful Shanna. You are now my slave. Tell me, what were you going to do with me after you hypnotized me?” Amelia asked.

“I was going to give you a post-hypnotic suggestion to attend Mistress Sofia’s show tomorrow night and volunteer to be one of her subjects,” Shanna replied.

Amelia nodded thoughtfully.

“Why does she have you do that?” she asked.

“Several reasons, Mistress. To practice my hypnosis skills, and to get people she finds desirable up on stage so she can hypnotize them. She whispers a suggestion to them to join her backstage after her show so she can dominate them as she sees fit,” Shanna replied.

“I see; I suppose I should be flattered she picked me. Okay, tell me exactly what suggestions you would give me and how Sofia would expect me to act,” Amelia commanded.

“I would suggest that you now leave the club, and wake up when you step outside believing you met Sofia and had fun drinking with her and forgetting that I hypnotized you. I would also give you an irresistible compulsion to attend her show tomorrow evening and to volunteer to be her subject,” Shanna replied.

“I see…keeping it simple. Smart. Do you leave the subjects she sends you after triggers?” Amelia asked.

“Not normally,” Shanna replied.

“Excellent. Tell me, what does Sofia typically do with the subjects she selects and takes backstage after her show?” Amelia asked next.

She glanced at the door to the restroom, wanting to finish with Shanna quickly.

“A variety of things. Some she has join her stable permanently, thought that is rare. Some she has turn over money, jewelry or other valuables. Some she simply sends away with triggers, if she feels they will be useful in the future due to their profession or connections. Others simply become her sex-toys for the evening, or she dominates and humiliates them for her own amusement,” Shanna replied.

“Pretty standard hypnodomme stuff. What do you know about the robberies she participates in?” Amelia asked next.

“Not much, I am not part of the heists yet. I know she works with a crew of thieves, but she isn’t happy with them,” Shanna said.

“Really? Interesting. Okay, I need to wrap this up. Shanna, after I leave the restroom you will awaken, believing that you hypnotized me easily and successfully gave me the suggestions you intended. You will not remember that I hypnotized you or anything that happened while you were in trance. If you hear me say Turnabout is fair play, you will instantly go into a deep trance just as you are in now and obey my commands. Do you understand, Shanna?” Amelia asked.

“Yes, Mistress,” Shanna replied.

Smirking, Amelia took out her phone and sent Megan a text.

Got her. I have to leave the club, pretending to be in trance. Meet you at the suite, her message read.

Roger that, came Megan’s reply.

Amelia took a deep breath and let herself relax, taking on the dazed expression of a hypnotized subject.

The walked out to the restroom, skillfully mimicking the slightly stiff gait of someone in a trance as she walked toward the club’s exit.

Megan was deep in conversation with Will and Andi, but she watched Amelia leave the club and then glanced over toward Sofia.

The stage hypnotist was smiling smugly as she watched Amelia leave the club. A moment later, Shanna exited the restroom and went to join Sofia at her table. They had a brief verbal exchange, then kissed.

Sofia gestured to Cassidy, and the server served she and Shanna some fresh drinks.

Looks like Amelia pulled it off. Still, we will have to do a check, Megan thought.

“Well, I suppose we have waited long enough, would you two like to join me in my suite?” she asked.

“Yes, please,” Andi said.

Will nodded vigorously.

Megan smiled and rose.

“Allow me,” she said, dropping several one-hundred-dollar bills on the table.

She led Andi and Will to the hotel and to the elevators. She declined to get into the first one that opened, as there were several other people waiting. The next one was empty, and she stepped inside.

Andi and Will joined her.

“I am sure you two are nervous, so I would like you both to just relax…take some nice deep breaths and let the tension just drain out of your bodies…just let go and listen to my voice…,” Megan began in her hypnotist’s voice as the elevator doors closed.

When the doors opened again on the twelfth floor, Megan Goodspeed stepped out with a smirk on her face.

Andi and Will followed her, dazed expressions on their faces.

Megan led them to her suite, stepping inside to find Amelia sitting casually on the couch wearing a simple green tank top and white shorts, a beer in her hand.

“Hi, Megan. I see you brought toys,” she said cheerfully.

Megan nodded.

“I did. So, you got Shanna; well done. You know we need to check you out though, right?” she said without preamble.

Amelia chuckled.

“Of course. I already called Angela; she is standing by for a video call so she can witness you putting me under and making sure I am not under Shanna’s control,” she replied, nodding to her laptop on the coffee table.

Megan nodded, relieved that her partner wasn’t going to fight being checked.

“Andi, Will both of you will strip naked and get down on your knees. You will be silent and await my commands,” she ordered.

“Yes ma’am,” the hypnotized couple answered in unison.

As Will and Andi began to undress, Megan kicked off her sandals and took a seat on the couch beside Amelia.

The younger agent opened the laptop and initiated a video call, which Agent Angela Bailey answered immediately; she appeared to be on the balcony of a nice apartment or condo.

“Hello agents; you couldn’t even wait one evening to get involved with Sofia? I am not sure if I am impressed or worried,” she said dryly.

Angela was wearing a very sexy dark purple dress with a plunging neckline, her hair and jewelry that of someone at a nice dinner party.

“How about a little of both, boss?” Amelia replied.

Angela smiled wryly.

“That sounds about right. Okay, so agent Chen filled me in; agent Goodspeed, you are going to need to hypnotize her and check her for suggestions. I will watch just to be sure you aren’t tempted to give her any…therapy,” she said.

“I would never do that,” Megan replied with mock indignation.

“Me either. I am such a good girl,” Amelia added with a chuckle.

Angela rolled her eyes.

“Let’s get on with it, I am actually at a social function I am enjoying,” she said.

“Of course,” Amelia said.

She set her beer down and faced Megan.

“I am all yours, partner,” she said.

Megan grinned.

“Promises, promises. Okay Amelia, take a nice deep breath, let it out slowly and look into my eyes…,” she said in her powerful hypnotic voice.

It didn’t take long for Megan to place Amelia in a deep trance, and under Angela’s watchful eye she probed her subconscious.

After ten minutes, both Megan and Angela were satisfied that Amelia had not fallen under Shanna’s power.

Megan awoke her partner from her trance almost reluctantly, Angela watching intently to make sure she did not leave any suggestions or triggers behind.

“Okay, you have some skill,” Amelia said after her eyes fluttered open.

Megan laughed.

“You have no idea,” she replied with a wink.

“On that note, I am going back to my party. You two play nice and check in after Sofia’s show tomorrow night,” Angela said, a touch of exasperation in her voice.

“Will do,” Megan agreed.

“Yes, ma’am,” Amelia said.

Angela nodded.

“Good night, agents,” she said.

“Good night, boss,” Amelia said.

“Good night, Agent Bailey,” Megan replied.

The screen went dark.

“Well now that we have that out of the way, are you going to share your toys?” Amelia asked, picking up her beer and moving to inspect the naked, kneeling couple.

“I suppose,” Megan said with an exaggerated sigh.

She and Amelia both laughed.

“They are nice,” Amelia said, ruffling Will’s hair and casually fondling Andi’s tit.

“Adequate anyway. They are realtors, which I despise,” Megan replied, rising to pour herself a gin and tonic from the suite’s well-stocked bar.

Amelia chuckled.

“You will have to tell me why you hate realtors sometime, I’m curious. As far as Sofia, what do you think?” she asked.

Amelia set her beer down and casually took off her top, baring her small but lovely breasts.

Megan shrugged.

“We go to her show, you volunteer and pretend to fall under her power. When she takes you back to her dressing room, I will join you and we take her down. Once she is hypnotized, we can find out about her heist crew. Easy enough,” she said.

Megan casually took off her own top and tossed it aside, then unhooked her bra and let it drop, exposing her fantastic tits.

“I suppose so. I have Shanna under control, so it just comes down to any minions Sofia might have,” Amelia replied as she lowered her shorts to reveal her shaved pussy.

“We can handle it; we will have Lindsey and her guys standing by if things go really sideways,” Megan said, stepping out of her skirt and lowering her black thong.

The two agents eyed each other’s naked bodies for a moment, each obviously liking what they saw.

They both laughed.

“Shall we blow off some steam, partner?” Megan asked.

“Absolutely,” Amelia replied, picking up her beer and finishing it.

Megan tossed back the rest of her drink.

“Okay, Andi and Will, listen very carefully…,” she began.

Megan proceeded to deepen the couple’s trance and gave them suggestions to make them obey both she and Amelia, turning them into mindless sex-slaves.

The two hypnotist-agents then spent the next several hours being pleasured by the hapless couple.

They took turns riding Will’s cock, which remained rock-hard thanks to Megan’s suggestion that he was unable to cum without permission.

Andi spent a lot of time worshipping the hypnotists’ feet, pussies and tits; she also performed a vigorous rimjob on Megan, who thoroughly enjoyed having the realtor’s face buried in her ass.

Amelia and Megan wore themselves out, having orgasm after orgasm. They finished off the night with Will laying on the couch; Megan moved slowly up and down on his cock while Amelia sat on his face. Andi moved back and forth between the two hypnotists, sucking on their toes and licking their assholes.

The two hypnotist locked eyes, smiling at one another as Megan slowly bobbed up and down and Will ate Amelia’s pussy.

They moved at the same time, kissing passionately. Amelia broke the kiss first, gasping as Will brought her to orgasm.

Megan laughed, watching her partner cum on his face; she began to move faster, shrieking as loudly as she rode Will’s cock.

Before she orgasmed, she got off of Will and sat on the edge of the couch.

“Andi, get over here and finish me. Eat me, you fucking slut!” Megan commanded, spreading her legs.

Andi stopped sucking at Amelia’s toes and hurried to obey, kneeling in front of Megan. She immediately began to work the hypnotist’s clit with her mouth and fingers.

It didn’t take Megan long to orgasm; she screamed in ecstasy, cumming on Andi’s face.

“Mmmm…that was nice,” Amelia said, stretching after getting off Will’s face.

“Yes, it was. Time to get rid of our toys. Andi, get on your knees. Will, you will masturbate and cum on Andi’s face. Andi, when Will’s semen hits your face, you will have a massive orgasm. Then you will both get dressed and get out of my suite. You will go back to your room and get into bed and immediately go to sleep. When you wake up in the morning you will have no memory of being hypnotized or anything that took place while you were in a trance. You will believe you had a lovely, wild threesome with a short blonde woman named Natalie. You will believe your memories are hazy from alcohol and lack of sleep. You will both feel wonderful about the experience and be proud of yourselves for being adventurous and sexy,” Megan said firmly.

“Yes ma’am,” both Andi and Will replied.

They assumed the position that Megan had commanded, Will furiously stroking his cock while aiming it at his kneeling wife’s face.

Amelia poured two shots of tequila and handed one to Megan; they clinked the glasses together as they watched, downing the alcohol as Will gasped and shot his load all over Andi’s face.

The couple immediately began to dress, and hurried out of the suite.

“Ewww, she is going to go to bed all sticky,” Amelia laughed.

Megan snorted.

“She sure is. That was fun, Amelia,” she said.

Amelia nodded.

“It was,” she replied.

The two hypnotists regarded each other for a moment.

“Megan, about that kiss—,” Amelia began.

“Amelia, I know we kissed—,” Megan said at the same time.

Both hypnotists laughed.

“You go first,” Amelia said, pouring two more shots.

“I am sorry I kissed you, I know we should keep things professional,” Megan said.

Amelia chuckled, handing Megan one of the shots.

“Don’t apologize; it was mutual. You are fucking hot, so am I. We were literally fucking a guy together. We are big girls, and I doubt that either one of us would get the wrong idea from the other,” she said.

“So, you think we can handle being partners and having casual sex?” Megan asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Definitely. We are both grownups; it is just sex. I am not one to get infatuated and I certainly won’t fall in love with you. No offense,” Amelia replied, raising her shot.

“None taken. I don’t know that I am capable of romantic love anyway. To partners and fuck-buddies,” Megan replied, raising her own shot.

She clinked her glass against her partner’s, and they downed the shots.

“I could definitely go another round,” Amelia said.

“I didn’t hear a bell,” Megan replied slyly.

The two women moved closer together; Amelia’s hands found Megan’s tits, massaging them gently before squeezing her nipples.

Megan’s left hand slid around Amelia’s thigh to grasp her sexy ass, while her right hand moved down between Amelia’s legs and began to teasingly stroke her wet pussy.

Amelia moved first to kiss Megan; it was rough, almost animalistic as she thrust her tongue into her partner’s mouth. Megan sucked hard at it, giggling as Amelia slowly pulled it from her mouth.

They moved quickly to Amelia’s room, choosing it merely because it was closer.

Climbing into the large bed, the two hypnotists began to pleasure each other vigorously, using their hands and mouths.

Eventually they ended up in a scissor position, sweating and moaning as they ground their pussies together frantically, eventually experiencing powerful orgasms.

“Wow…just…wow. That was amazing. I win, by the way,” Amelia gasped as she lay beside Megan.

“Is that so? How do you figure?” Megan asked, breathing heavily as she propped herself up on her elbow.

“I orgasmed one more time than you,” Amelia replied sweetly.

Megan snorted.

“Oh really? It seems to me that I win, since I gave you more orgasms than you gave me,” she retorted.

Amelia chuckled.

“I suppose we will have to have a rematch,” she replied.

“Several,” Megan agreed.

“Good night, Agent Goodspeed,” Amelia murmured sleepily.

“Good night, Agent Chen,” Megan replied.

Amelia awoke the next morning to find Megan gone.

She smiled.

Perfect, she thought.

Amelia had no regrets about having slept with her new partner, and she was pleased that Megan had left after they were finished.

She rose and got dressed in workout clothes, then went to the hotel’s gym to work out.

When she returned to the suite, she found Megan sitting a recliner wearing a plush white hotel robe, a tablet in her hands. Her hair was wet, and she had her bare feet on an ottoman that matched the chair.

“Good morning, Amelia,” Megan said cheerfully.

“Good morning, Megan. How did you sleep?” Amelia asked.

“Very well, thank you. How about you?” Megan asked in reply.

“Like a rock. I am starving, though,” Amelia said.

“I am too. I went for a swim this morning. I assume by your outfit you hit the gym?” Megan asked.

Amelia nodded.

“Yeah, it is a cardio day,” she said.

“I was about to order breakfast. Would you like something?” Megan asked.

“Please; two scrambled eggs, bacon, whole-grain toast,” Amelia replied.

“You got it,” Megan replied.

“Thank you. I am going to hop in the shower,” Amelia replied, heading for her room.

She emerged a short time later in a robe identical to Megan’s.

The food arrived, and the two hypnotist-agents discussed their assignment while they ate.

They did not talk about the fantastic sex they’d had the previous evening, and they were both pleasantly surprised that things were not awkward at all between them.

When they had finished their meal, Megan called Lindsey to fill her in.

“Sofia’s show is at eight; I am honestly not sure what to do until then,” Amelia said after Megan had spoken with Lindsey.

Megan shrugged.

“Enjoy yourself. We have a hot tub. I am going to get a massage and a mani-pedi; they will come to the suite and do it. Then maybe do some more gambling. I figure if we are ready at seven and head to the auditorium where Sofia performs that will be plenty of time, don’t you think?” she asked.

Amelia nodded.

“Sounds good to me. I think I will just chill for a while,” she said.

The two agents went about their day; a handsome male masseuse arrived and gave Megan an excellent massage; a short time after that, she went down to the resort’s luxury salon to get her manicure and pedicure.

While Megan was being pampered, Amelia got dressed in a sexy, skimpy dark green bikini and white flip-flops, then headed down to sit by the resort’s large outdoor pool, relaxing and enjoying the sun on her skin.

Amelia people-watched for about an hour, then got up and went for a swim. After getting out of the pool and retaking her deck chair, she noted a very handsome African-American man walking through the pool area toward the hotel. He was tall and broad-shouldered, fit and athletic. He was wearing a dark purple long-sleeve shirt and black pants; His head was shaved, and he moved with confidence and grace.

Amelia watched him sit at a table nearby and begin scrolling on his phone decided instantly he would be her afternoon delight.

She rose and casually walked to take a seat at his table.

“Hi there. I’m Amy,” she said cheerfully.

The man smiled, his teeth perfect dazzling white.

“Grant. Nice to meet you, Amy. What can I do for you?” he asked politely.

His voice was deep and smooth.

“I can think of a few things,” she replied coyly.

Grant laughed.

“I’m flattered, ma’am. You are a gorgeous woman, but I have to tell you upfront I have a girlfriend,” he said.

Amelia pouted.

“What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her. What happens in Vegas and all that,” she said, casually touching his arm.

Grant chuckled again; he was clearly attracted to Amelia, but determined to stick to his guns.

“I have to say, a few years ago I would not have hesitated. Now the best I can do is have a pleasant conversation with you, Amy. Besides, I have a tee time in about forty minutes,” he said with a tinge of regret in his voice.

“I am sure I can change your mind. Look into my eyes…,” Amelia purred in reply.

She lowered her oversized sunglasses.

Grant gasped as her magnificent hazel eyes met his dark brown ones.

Ten minutes later Amelia walked into her suite, Grant following her like a lovesick puppy. A massive erection bulged in his pants, and he wore a slightly dazed expression along with a dopey grin.

Amelia had placed him in an “infatuation trance”, in which nothing mattered except pleasing her.

She paused as she led him toward her bedroom, smiling as she heard faint shrieking coming from Megan’s bedroom.

Sounds like my partner had the same idea. We are freaking insatiable, Amelia thought with a chuckle as she and Grant entered her bedroom.

“Take off all your clothes, Grant,” she commanded as she shut the door.

“Yes ma’am,” Grant said.

He quickly obeyed; a firefighter in town for a bachelor party, he revealed a chiseled and muscular physique.

“Oh my,” Amelia said with approval as she removed her bikini.

Grant smiled as she moved to run her hand across his chest, down his bicep and over his fantastic abs.

He gasped when her hand went lower and grasped his huge stiff cock.

“This is mine, Grant. I own it. You will use it to please me, and you may not, will not cum without my permission,” Amelia said firmly.

Grant shuddered as she began to stroke him slowly.

His hypnotized mind was open to Amelia’s suggestions, readily accepting them as if they were his own desires.

“Yes ma’am,” he said, closing his eyes.

Amelia smirked, continuing to stroke him for a moment.

“Your cock is mine…my property…I own it…you need my permission to cum…you will remain hard and will not cum until I tell you to do so,” she said in a soft but firm voice.

“Yes…,” Grant murmured.

“Good boy. Now fuck me,” Amelia said, unceremoniously bending over the bed.

She gasped as he entered her slowly, and began to moan loudly as he began to thrust.

“Mmmm, ah, yes…yes…fuck me…fuck me harder! Harder! Oh fuck…fuck yes…mmmm…oh…OH! YES! Faster! Keep going! Fuck!” Amelia said eagerly.

Grant obeyed, pounding her faster and harder, grunting as he thrust deeply into her.

Amelia let out a wordless scream of ecstasy as she orgasmed.

“Oh, fuck that was good; lay on the bed,” she gasped, shuddering with pleasure.

Grant obeyed, his cock still ramrod-straight.

Amelia caught her breath, then climbed on top of him and impaled herself on it.

She began to ride him roughly, hair flying wildly as she moved rapidly up and down.

Her movements were accompanied by wordless shrieks which drowned out Grant’s grunts and gasps.

Amelia screamed, cumming hard a second time.

“Oh yes…oh fuck that was nice…fuck…mmmm…yeessss…,” she moaned, laying forward on Grant’s muscular chest.

The hypnotized man smiled, happy that she was pleased.

He was frustrated, stuck at the edge of orgasm and unable to climax.

However, his frustration was secondary to Amelia’s pleasure.

He waited patiently for her to catch her breath.

Amelia rose and repositioned them into a “standing ovation” position, with Grant holding her against him while standing up, her legs wrapped around him and his cock deep inside her; they used the wall for support as they bucked and ground their hips together.

Amelia shrieked as they moved, eventually having a third powerful orgasm; she clung tightly to Grant as she trembled with pleasure.

When she was finished, he set her gently on her feet, his cock still rock-hard and straining.

Amelia chuckled.

“I suppose I should give you some relief. You earned it,” she said.

The hypnotist knelt before her conquest, smiling up at him as she began to stroke his cock.

Grant closed his eyes and moaned happily.

Amelia’s hand moved faster and faster, and she enjoyed the look on his face as she pleasured him.

“Alright, at the count of three you will have the best orgasm of your life, Grant. Ready…one…two…three, cum now!” she commanded.

Grant let out a shout as his cock spasmed.

Amelia maneuvered it so he shot his load onto her small tits.

The sexy man trembled, breathing heavily as he continued to spurt onto the hypnotist.

When he was finished, he opened his eyes and smiled.

“Thank you, ma’am,” he gasped.

Amelia smiled and stood.

“It was my pleasure. Trust me. Now come into the bathroom and wash me,” she ordered.

Grant followed her obediently into the bathroom; Amelia ran a hot shower, and directed Grant in carefully soaping up and washing her entire body.

She had him shower as well, and then ordered him go back into the bedroom and get dressed.

Amelia put on her robe and went to sit on her bed as Grant finished putting his clothes on.

“That was fun, Grant. Thank you. When you step outside my suite, you will awaken from your trance. You will not remember that you were hypnotized; you will believe that you simply went to a pretty woman’s room and had fantastic sex. You will feel relaxed and refreshed, and have no regrets about what happened. It will be a pleasant memory that you will keep to yourself. Do you understand me?” she asked after Grant was dressed.

“Yes ma’am,” Grant replied with a smile.

“Good boy. Now go. You can probably still make your tee time,” Amelia said, making a “shooing” motion with her hand.

“Yes ma’am,” Grant said again, turning to leave.

Amelia smiled and stood, stretching.

Her stomach growled.

I suppose I better eat; I just expended a lot of energy, she thought to herself.

Amelia stepped into the suite’s living room to see a smiling Megan sitting at the dining table clad in her robe, a platter of sushi in front of her.

“Well, he was a stud; football player?” she asked, popping a piece of a California roll into her mouth with chopsticks.

“Firefighter. Someone was making you happy too, I heard,” Amelia replied with a smirk.

Megan nodded.

“I ran into Hannah Black at the salon, so I brought her home for a quickie,” she replied with satisfaction.

“Hannah Black? The model?” Amelia asked incredulously.

“That’s her. Sushi? I ordered plenty,” Megan replied casually.

“Yes, please. I am starving. You are my hero! She isn’t gay, is she?” Amelia asked, taking a seat at the table and picking up some chopsticks.

“She wasn’t; she is a quick learner though,” Megan said.

She and Amelia shared a laugh.

“Oh, I love your new nails!” Amelia said between bites of sushi.

“Thanks. I went with the midnight blue on my fingers, and my toes are more metallic blue,” Megan said, holding up her foot.

Amelia nodded with approval.

“I should get mine done while we are here. Maybe I can snag a celebrity fuck too,” she said.

Megan laughed.

“Hannah is here for a week. I gave her trigger of course, so we can play with her after we capture Sofia,” she said.

“Sounds good to me,” Amelia replied.

They continued to chat while they finished their late lunch, going over their plan for taking down Sofia.

“So, Lindsey and her team will be standing by outside. I will pretend to be in Sofia’s power, and after we go backstage you will come back and we will take her together. Do we want to try a tandem induction, maybe?” Amelia asked.

Megan was thoughtful.

“I have never done that; it would be a good thing to have up our sleeve as partners…what the hell, let’s work on it before we get dressed. We have some time,” she said.

The hypnotist-agents moved to the couch and began to work on an outline for a tandem induction, practicing their rhythm and learning the cadence of one another’s hypnotist-voice.

After working on the induction for a while, Megan suggested they take a nap, and Amelia readily agreed.

Rest was important for True Hypnotists to recharge and project their energy into their subjects.

Each of them went to their room and climbed into their large, comfortable bed.

Both hypnotists lay awake, trying to doze off but unable to.

They were both keyed up, excited about going after Sofia.

Amelia tried to enter self-hypnosis, but was having trouble focusing. She sat up, intending to go to Megan’s room and see if she was awake.

There was a gentle knock at her door before she could open it.

Amelia answered the door naked, and laughed to see a naked Megan standing outside it.

“Couldn’t sleep?” she asked.

Megan shook her head.

“No. It normally isn’t a problem; I just go into trance. I figured I’d be able to drift off after all the sex, but I can’t for some reason. You?” she asked sheepishly.

“Same. I think I am nervous about tonight…which is embarrassing because I don’t get nervous,” Amelia replied with a sigh.

They were both confident women with strong alpha personalities, neither hypnodomme was accustomed to being nervous or apprehensive.

Working with a partner was new to them, and though Megan had already apprehended two hypnotists as a H.A.D. agent, Sofia Diaz was considerably more powerful and dangerous.

“Everyone gets nervous, you know that. I am nervous. What do you think about us sleeping together? Not having sex, just…sharing a bed?” Megan asked.

“I think that is a wonderful idea,” Amelia said, opening the door wider.

Megan smiled and walked into the room.

They climbed into the bed together, snuggling under the comforter.

“Mmm, it is already working,” Megan murmured sleepily.

“Yes, it is,” Amelia agreed.

Both having psychological backgrounds, the women each felt the other’s presence would be comforting and help them relax.

It would also be an exercise in trust, as it made for an easy scenario in which one of them could hypnotize the other.

Both were tempted.

Neither tried.

They both fell asleep quickly, and awoke two hours later refreshed and relaxed.

Amelia sat up, yawning with her hair tousled.

“That was nice. Thank you, Megan,” she said.

Megan sat up as well, her lovely tits on full display.

“It was. I have no idea why that works, but it does. I guess we trust each other now,” she replied with a chuckle.

“I suppose we do. We better get dressed and head to the lounge,” Amelia replied, looking at the beside clock.

Megan nodded in agreement; she rose and went to her room; Amelia put on a casual but sexy outfit, a sexy silver halter top and distressed jeans, along with tall black platform sandals. She brushed her hair and left it down, and opted not to wear earrings. She applied heavier makeup than usually, including dark eyeshadow and lipstick. She wore both of her customary necklaces, as well as her silver harp anklet.

She picked up her gun and badge and walked out into the living room, where Megan was waiting dressed in a black pantsuit, again with nothing on beneath her jacket and showing ample cleavage. She had put her hair in a ponytail, and her badge and gun were on her belt under her jacket; she had on her tall black stiletto sandals along with her favorite emerald pendant, jade ring and platinum toe ring.

“You look great,” she said to Amelia.

“Thank you. You look fucking great too,” Amelia replied.

Megan smiled.

“Are you ready?” she asked.

Amelia took a deep breath and nodded, handing her pistol and badge to her partner.

“Alright. Let’s go make an arrest,” Megan said cheerfully, putting Amelia’s weapon and badge into her purse.

The hypnotist-agents made their way to the large lounge where Sofia performed; the sign at the door proclaimed the show “Rated R, Adults Only, Twenty-One and up”.

Megan and Amelia paid for a VIP table right in front of the stage where they would be able to order food and drinks while they watched the show.

The room held several hundred people, and was filling up quickly; Sofia’s show was popular.

Megan and Amelia ordered drinks and a couple of appetizers and got settled.

A mediocre male comedian came out to warm up the crowd; the agents paid him little attention as their trained eyes reflexively scanned the crowd for trouble or anything out of the ordinary.

After the comedian was finished, the house lights were dimmed and Shanna Lane came out onto the stage waring a sexy little black dress and tall heels to announce “Sofia, The Sovereign of Hypnotism”.

The audience cheered and applauded and pulsing began to play.

Sofia came dancing out from backstage, a huge smile on her face as she gracefully moved and swayed to the music.

The stage hypnotist was wearing a black floor-sweeping strapless jumpsuit with a wide-leg silhouette and a fitted corset. Her long thick wavy dark brown hair was down, caramel-colored highlights shimmering in the stage lights. Around her neck was gold pocket-watch, and on her right wrist was a chunky gold bracelet. She had long, dark red fingernails and wore soaring six-inch black platform sandals that she moved effortlessly in. Her toenails were black, and she wore a gold anklet on her left ankle.

“Hello everyone! So great to see you all here tonight! Thank you so much for coming!” she said cheerfully.

Her voice was powerful and disarming at the same time, amplified by a microphone pinned to her corset. She spoke with a stronger Columbian accent than she had when Amelia had been sitting with her the previous evening, adding to her seductive mystique.

Sofia knew how to play to a crowd; when she asked for volunteers, many people in the audience did so enthusiastically.

Amelia was one of them, smiling and eagerly raising her hand.

Sofia selected five people before pointed to Amelia.

“Yes, you dear. Come on up,” she said with a beaming smile.

Amelia rose and hurried up onstage, sitting at the end of a line of padded folding chairs.

She was joined by five women and four men; all were on the younger side, very attractive and well-dressed.

Megan noted that several of them were definitely not the type that a stage hypnotist would normally choose.

Most stage hypnotists were charlatans, their main skill being choosing subjects who were eager to play along with the act and be the center of attention. People with strong personalities, skeptics or those that were too analytical were not good subjects, and good stage hypnotists were well-trained in reading people and selecting those who were likely to perform well onstage. They often chose twice as many people as they needed, further weeding out unsuitable candidates during their induction.

A skilled true hypnotist would not need to go through such a process; they could simply hypnotize anyone they chose once they were onstage.

“Thank you all for joining me, we are going to have such a good time tonight! Give them a round of applause!” Sofia said cheerfully after her subjects were settled.

Megan joined the audience in clapping.

Sofia removed her watch with a flourish.

“Alright, I am going to have to ask you all to be very quiet while I put them under. They need to be able to focus, to concentrate on my words,” the hypnotist said to the crowd.

The auditorium fell silent.

Sofia turned to her subjects, raising the watch.

“A little cliche, no? However, it works and works well. I have hypnotized hundreds with this watch. Please look at it. Follow it with your eyes,” she instructed.

She started swinging the beautiful timepiece back and forth; it almost seemed to glow under the bright stage lights.

The volunteers sat quietly, eyes moving back and forth with the swinging watch.

“Very good…just relax…take nice deep breaths in…and out…as you follow the watch back and forth…noticing how relaxed you are feeling…the tension in your body draining away with each swing back…and forth…relaxing more and more as you listen to my soothing voice…,” Sofia began her induction.

Her voice was honed and practiced, her technique flawless. She had the volunteers’ eyelids fluttering in less than two minutes.

Including Amelia’s.

“Shit,” Megan muttered.

She watched her partner closely, and could not tell if Amelia was faking going under. She was appeared to be trying valiantly to resist.

Sofia was an excellent hypnotist, and Amelia appeared to be actually falling under her power.

“…and close your eyes now. Sleep,” she said with a flourish as she finished her induction.

The volunteers’ eyes all slammed shut and they slumped in their seats, Amelia included.

The young H.A.D. agent certainly appeared to be hypnotized; even with her training and experience Megan was unsure if Amelia had actually succumbed or if she was faking.

If the younger agent was acting, she was doing a very good job.

Megan looked around the theatre and realized that over a dozen people in the audience had gone under as well.

Sofia smiled with satisfaction, replacing her watch around her neck.

She looked out over the crowd.

“Oh my goodness, some of you out there watched a little too closely, didn’t you? Well, I suppose I had better wake you so you can enjoy the show. I am now speaking only to the people in the audience, not my lovely volunteers. When I snap my fingers, you will awaken from your trance feeling relaxed and refreshed. You will also feel strongly compelled to go to my Amazon wish list and buy me a gift,” Sofia said with an exaggerated wink.

The audience chuckled as she gave a loud snap; the people in the audience who had gone into hypnosis woke, blinking and looking around sheepishly.

Then most of them got out their cell phones to look at Sofia’s wish list and purchase her a gift as she’d instructed.

Megan had to admit that Sofia had style.

She watched the hypnotist’s performance closely; Sofia went through a number of common stage routines, including having subjects forget their names or numbers, dance, sing and act like animals.

Shanna Lane acted as Sofia’s “lovely assistant” throughout the performance.

After warming things up with the more mundane, cliched suggestions, Sofia began to spice things up.

Her show was billed as “Adult”, and the hypnotist soon had people making out, humping their chairs and even stripping.

Megan watched as Sofia had Amelia strip to her underwear and dirty dance with her, their hips grinding together while pulsing dance music played; the astute hypnotist-agent notice Sophia speaking into Amelia’s ear while they danced.

Probably giving her a suggestion to go back to her dressing room after the show, Megan realized.

Amelia was smiling while she danced with Sofia, seemingly oblivious to her public near-nakedness and the lewd shouts and cheers of the audience.

Megan hardly paid attention to the rest of the show, her mind racing as she formed a plan. She got out her phone and sent Linsey a text, instructing her to get her team in place to cover exits in case Sofia or Shanna made a run for it. She watched as Sofia brought her subjects out of trace and sent them on their way, noting her subtly whispering into Amelia’s ear just before she woke her.

Amelia exited the stage and did not re-emerge around the side with the rest of the subjects. Sofia thanked the audience and bowed, then disappeared backstage.

Megan cursed silently; her partner appeared to have indeed fallen under Sofia’s hypnosis. The hypnotist-agent rose and walked quickly around the side of the stage toward the back of the auditorium to confront Sofia and assist her partner.

Sofia Diaz sauntered into her dressing room, which was more akin to a small luxury apartment than a mere changing space.

Waiting for her in the living room was Amelia Chen.

The H.A.D. agent was standing quietly in a trance, awaiting instructions from Sofia.

Sofia smiled; her post-hypnotic suggestion had worked perfectly. She had instructed Amelia to immediately return to her trance when she stepped offstage, then head back to Sofia’s dressing room and stand quietly until she gave her further commands.

A pair of security guards, both under Sofia’s hypnotic control, had allowed Amelia to pass; they had standing orders to let the stage hypnotist’s subjects into her apartment after a show.

Sofia frequently kept one or two of her volunteers as playthings following a performance; they usually served her as sex-slaves for the evening, before being sent away with no memory of the experience. Of course, if they had particularly useful professions or connections then Sofia would install a trigger in their mind and record their phone number so she could make use of them in the future.

She had been eager to enslave the sexy Amelia since meeting her, and was now ready to enjoy the younger woman.

“Hello again, darling. You did so marvelously up on stage tonight! Such a wonderful subject, although I could tell you were fighting very hard not to go under, and you very nearly succeeded. For that, I may have to spank you,” Sofia said with a grin.

“Yes, ma’am,” Amelia said in a dazed voice.

Sofia kicked off her shoes.

“You will now address me as La Senora, understand?” she asked.

“Si, La Senora,” Amelia replied, clearly fluent in Spanish.

Sofia smiled, pleased by Amelia’s apparent education.

“Very Good, mi esclava. Before we get to the fun part, I need to put you deeper in my power. You will get down on your knees,” she commanded.

“Si, La Senora,” Amelia said, sinking to her knees before the sexy hypnotist.

Sofia removed her golden pocket-watch from around her neck, and dangled it before the kneeling Amelia’s eyes.

“Focus on the watch, mi eslava. Follow it with your eyes and listen carefully to my voice. Follow it back and forth and relax…relax deeper with each swing…sink deeper into trance with my every word…,” the stage hypnotist began.

Before she could continue, she heard a commotion outside her apartment door. There was some loud grunting, and several muffled thumps.

Sofia was turning toward the door when it was smashed open by a powerful kick.

“Hello, Sofia. Agent Megan Goodspeed, Hypnotic Affairs Division,” Megan said with a smile, holding up her badge.

Sofia’s two goons lay unconscious on the floor behind the H.A.D. agent.

“Who? The what division?” Sofia asked, bewildered.

“I am with Hypnotic Affairs; we are a small agency who deal with criminal hypnotists. Like you, as a matter of fact. Sofia Diaz, you are under arrest,” Megan said confidently.

She closed the apartment door.

Her pistol remained holstered beneath her jacked.

Sofia laughed.

“Are you serious? The rumors are true? A hypnotist-focused division of the FBI?” she asked.

Megan nodded.

“Indeed. Now, are you going to come quietly, or do you want to do this the hard way?” she asked.

Sofia frowned, lowering her watch.

“If you truly have the backing of the FBI, you won’t be alone, yes?” she reasoned.

Megan chuckled.

“Obviously. I do have a team standing by, getting into position as we speak,” she said.

Sofia sighed.

“What is the charge, Agent Goodspeed?” she asked.

“Too many to list, Ms. Diaz. You are a very good hypnotist; too good, and you have caught the attention of my superiors. They told me to bring you in, so I will,” Megan replied.

Sofia laughed.

“Do you think I will be that easy. Boys, get in here now!” she called.

The door to one of the apartment’s two bedrooms opened and three tall, fit men in dark suits with military haircuts stepped into the room.

“Boys, Agent Goodspeed here is annoying me; please restrain her,” Sofia said smugly.

“Yes, La Senora,” the leader of the goons said.

He and his companions fanned out and approached Megan.

The H.A.D. agent smiled and slipped off her shoes.

Megan exploded into motion as the three men attempted to grapple her; she kicked one in the balls, punched another in the throat and snapped a kick into the third man’s face, her speed and grace startling both the goons and Sofia.

“Get her! Beat her into unconsciousness!” Sofia commanded.

Megan spun away from the men; they pursued her, coming at her from three sides and launching skilled punches and kicks.

Megan dodged, blocked and ducked their attacks, countering swiftly and viciously.

Sofia was impressed as the agent kicked and punched, and within a very short period of time all three of her goons were on the floor, bloody and semi-conscious.

“That was fun; thank you, I needed the exercise,” Megan said with a grin, stepping over the goons toward Sofia.

“I clearly need to upgrade my men. No matter, I am far more skilled than they are. Would you like to try me?” Sofia asked calmly.

Amelia continued to kneel quietly.

The younger H.A.D. agent was aware she’d fallen under Sofia’s control, and her subconscious was working frantically to free itself from the mental bondage.

“I would love to, Ms. Diaz!” Megan said enthusiastically.

Sofia nodded; without another word, the two women came together in a rush.

They punched and kicked, blocked and dodged.

Megan grunted in pain as Sofia struck her hard in the ribs, and Sofia shrieked angrily and stumbled back as Megan’s bare foot collided with her jaw. They continued to trade blows for another minute; Megan was knocked to the floor but she sprang quickly to her feet, and Sofia stumbled back after a vicious kick to her chest and smashed an end table as she fell.

She rose to her feet, an angry expression on her face; her hair was a mess and she was bleeding from her mouth.

Megan’s hair was also tousled, and blood trickled from her nose; she was favoring bruised ribs, while Sofia had taken several hard shots to her thigh and shoulder.

Both women had also been hit hard in the head more than once.

“Had enough?” Megan asked.

“Not even close,” Sofia retorted.

They came together again; Sofia gained the upper hand with a snap-kick to Megan’s chest, causing the agent to fall backward onto the carpeted floor.

Sofia was on her in a flash, kicking Megan in the face as she tried to stand.

Megan grunted and went down again. Sofia bent and grabbed her hair, attempting to pull her to her feet.

Megan lashed out with her fist, catching Sofia in her stomach and making her double over in pain.

The H.A.D. agent then rose swiftly and stepped back.

“Cunt!” Sofia snarled, standing up straight.

“Enough playtime. Sofia, look into my eyes,” Megan said firmly.

She opened her breathtaking blue eyes wide.

Sofia gasped as she met Megan’s intense gaze; she could feel hypnotic energy radiating from the agent.

“You—you’re a hypnotist?” she stammered, surprised.

“Of course I am, dear. Now just relax and look—keep looking—deep into my eyes…you are very tired already, so it is very easy to simply relax and look deep into my beautiful eyes…to let go and relax deeper and deeper…,” Megan purred.

The Latina hypnotist cursed herself silently.

Of course a hypnotism-based agency would use hypnotists as agents, she admonished herself.

“Oh no, honey. It is you who is looking into my eyes…you who is feeling relaxed…noticing how my eyes draw you in…how soothing my voice is…,” Sofia replied in a sultry voice.

She had regained her composure quickly, and had quickly shifted to her hypnotist’s voice as she began her own induction.

Dazzling blue eyes stared into intense, mesmerizing brown ones as the two hypnotists dueled.

Despite her surprise, Sofia had recovered well and was holding her own.

“Looking deeper and deeper…relaxing more and more with every word I speak…sinking into trance for me…,” Megan was saying slowly.

She was clearly being affected by Sofia’s induction.

The stage hypnotist was likewise slipping into trance.

Neither woman blinked as the duel continued, their respective gazes intense and powerful.

“Lost now in…my eyes…feeling yourself dropping…deeper…so r-relaxed n-now…,” Sofia stammered.

Both hypnotist’s stares had become glassy, their expressions growing dazed.

“You…you are…hyp-hypnotized,” Megan mumbled.

“Drop…completely relaxed…now,” Sofia said at the same time.

Both women fell silent, their eyes locked.

Neither spoke as they each slipped into a trance.

For a moment, the room was silent.

Megan and Sofia’s eyes were wide and unblinking, their shoulders slumped as they stood, each hypnotized by the other.

Suddenly, Amelia Chen awoke from her trance; she jumped to her feet, blinking rapidly.

“What the fuck do we have here?” she asked aloud as she looked around.

She’d been vaguely aware of Megan taking on the goons, and then she and Sofia’s brawl, followed by the hypno-duel.

“Okay, I was embarrassed that I went under onstage, but this is even more embarrassing for both of you,” she chuckled, examining the two staring, hypnotized hypnotists.

Amelia briefly contemplated giving her partner some suggestions or perhaps a trigger, but decided against it.

Mainly out of fear of Angela Bailey, but also partially out of her newfound respect for Megan.

“Megan, wide awake now,” Amelia said firmly, gently tapping Agent Goodspeed on the forehead with two fingers.

Megan began to blink rapidly.

She looked at the smirking Amelia and blushed.

“Damn. I suppose I can’t taunt you for getting hypnotized onstage now, can I? Thank you, Amelia,” Megan said.

Amelia smiled.

“No problem. Sofia here is very good. That was close,” she agreed.

“I do have Lindsey and her team on standby, so they would have taken her down the old- fashioned way if she tried to leave with one or both of us. Nice job freeing yourself,” Megan replied.

“Thanks. Luckily, I wasn’t very deeply under. She was in the process of taking me further down when you arrived, so I owe you a thank you as well,” Amelia replied.

“Well, it appears Angela’s assertion that we work as a team was justified. Don’t tell her I said so,” Megan replied.

Before Amelia could reply, the front door opened and Shanna Lane stepped inside still dressed in her sexy stage outfit, two more suit-clad hypno-goons following her into the room.

“What the fuck is going on here?” she demanded.

She raised her hand, a large diamond solitaire pendant dangling from it on the end of a gold chain.

The huge gemstone glittered in the lamp light brilliantly as it turned slowly about.

Megan reflexively reached for her emerald pendant.

Amelia laughed.

“Turnabout is fairplay,” she said firmly.

“What—Your wish is my command, Mistress,” Shanna said slowly, her body going stiff.

Her eyes went wide as she went into a deep trance upon hearing the trigger.

Now Megan laughed.

“Very well done, Amelia!” she said enthusiastically.

Amelia smiled and curtsied to her partner.

Shanna’s goons rushed the two hypnotists.

A moment later, both were unconscious on the ground, no match for Amelia and Megan’s fighting prowess.

“Okay, I had better take Sofia deeper into trance before she wakes up. Would you call Lindsey and have her team come take these goons into custody please? We will deal with them later,” Megan said.

“Of course,” Amelia agreed, taking out her phone.

She causally snapped a kick into the face of one of the three goons Megan had fought as he struggled to his knees.

“Alright, dear, time to deeper into hypnosis for me,” Megan said, turning to Sofia and raising her pendant before the Latina hypnotist’s eyes.

Sofia Diaz awoke from her trance to find herself kneeling naked with her fingers laced behind her head.

She blinked her dry eyes and looked around the unfamiliar room; it appeared to be a large, luxury bedroom in a suite at the hotel where she performed.

Beside her was Shanna Lane, also naked and in the same position; her eyes were wide and unblinking, indicating she was still hypnotized.

Sofia tried to rise and found she could not; she simply knew she had to remain kneeling until given permission to rise by her new Mistresses.

The experienced hypnotist could tell she was under a powerful post-hypnotic suggestion.

“Esto es molesto,” Sofia muttered.

“Hello again,” Megan Goodspeed said cheerfully, stepping into view.

She was wearing blue jeans and a black tank top, her hair in a ponytail. She was barefoot, and her emerald pendant hung around her neck.

“Yes, I can imagine this is annoying,” Amelia Chen added in reply to Sofia’s comment, moving to stand beside Megan.

The younger agent was wearing tan capri pants and a pink t-shirt, along with tall cork wedge sandals; her hair was in a tight bun, and she held an open bottle of beer in her hand.

“Agents who are hypnotists; that makes sense, I suppose,” Sofia replied casually.

Amelia smiled and winked, slipping off her sandals and taking a seat cross-legged on the bed as she sipped her beer.

“It does, doesn’t it? I have to say Sofia, you were not an easy collar,” Megan said, nodding at the kneeling woman.

Sofia smiled sardonically.

“Am I supposed to thank you? You are a very good hypnotist, I will admit. But I did almost have you,” she said.

Megan nodded.

“You did have me, and I had you as well. If Amelia here hadn’t woke up from your trance, who knows what would have happened. You got my partner here, and she got your Thrall. Seems like it was anybody’s game,” she said amiably.

Sofia looked annoyed.

“Mistress Shanna is not my Thrall; she is my apprentice and my friend, my partner and my lover. It appears your intelligence was off,” she retorted.

Megan and Amelia both laughed.

“Isn’t it always? You were in law enforcement, you know that we don’t always get perfect information,” Amelia said.

“My apologies; Mistress Shanna it is,” Megan added.

Sofia snorted.

“So, what now? I get some farce of a trial and thrown in prison?” she asked.

Megan shook her head.

“No trial,” Amelia said, sipping her beer.

“Oh, that is lovely, you perras,” Sofia spat.

“Now, now that was rude, calling us “bitches”. Get down and kiss my feet,” Megan commanded.

Sofia scowled, but felt an overwhelming compulsion to obey Megan’s command.

She went to all fours and began to kiss the hypnotist-agent’s bare feet.

“She looks good down there. Such a sexy woman. Amazing rack and incredible ass,” Amelia commented.

“I…will…fuck you both…up,” Sofia growled between kisses.

Both Amelia and Megan laughed at her.

“I really like you, Sofia. Stubborn, powerful, sexy, smart…prideful. Stop kissing my feet and get back on your knees, bitch,” Megan commanded.

“I swear, I am going to—,” Sofia began angrily.

“Be quiet,” Amelia said casually.

Sofia fell silent, compelled to obey.

“I am sure you understand your situation, Sofia. We can make you do anything we want, and we have authorization and support. You are sexy as hell, so if you want to be our sex-slave, keep up the pointless defiance. Otherwise, show some discipline and listen. You may speak,” Megan said firmly.

Sofia glared at her, then nodded curtly.

“Better. Now, you aren’t going to have a trial, because we are offering you a choice. One, you can choose to pay for your crimes and either go to prison or be “reassigned”, which means being hypnotically brainwashed into becoming a boring non-hypnotist with a boring job in a boring office somewhere. Or you can join us and become an Hypnotic Affairs agent,” Megan said.

Sofia looked at her blankly for a moment.

Then she laughed.

“Are you serious? You want me to join your little club?” she asked.

Megan grinned and nodded.

“We do. We need good hypnotists to become agents. You are a perfect fit. Smart, resourceful, a skilled hypnotist. Former law enforcement. Most hypnotists don’t get this offer; it is usually straight to reassignment or prison,” Amelia replied.

Sofia sighed.

“I don’t see that I have much of a choice. Okay, tell me more,” she said.

Sofia listened while Megan and Amelia explained the Hypnotic Affairs division in detail.

“So… a badge and a gun again… apprehending hypnotists for the government?” she asked.

“Exactly. Oh, and we get paid very well and get a free pass—within reason—on our own hypnotic activities. It honestly is a lot of fun; Hypnotic Affairs has a large amount of funding and resources,” Megan said with a smile.

“That does sound intriguing. What about Shanna?” Sofia asked, glancing at the entranced woman kneeling beside her.

“I admire your loyalty. Another good quality. The agency is going to offer her a job as well; probably a support position until she is better trained as a hypnotist, but it is a good bet she will get offered a Special Agent post in the future,” Megan replied.

“So, all I have to do is agree, and I get the job? No interview? No charges or punishment for anything I have done?” Sofia asked.

“Well, there is one other thing…,” Amelia said with a smile.

“Of course, there is,” Sofia replied dryly.

“The crew you have been working with on the heists. We want them too,” Megan said.

Sofia chuckled.

“You are too late to prevent their next job. They are doing it now,” she said.

Megan and Amelia exchanged a glance.

“Oh?” Megan asked.

Sofia nodded.

“Yes. They are robbing a casino across town as we speak. I already hypnotized several of the casino’s employees into assisting the robbery. I am supposed to meet the crew in three hours to get my cut,” she said with a wink.

“Fuck,” Amelia muttered.

“That doesn’t change anything. We still need to catch them,” Megan said to her partner.

“When are you supposed to get your cut of the take, Sofia?” Amelia asked.

“I am supposed to meet them at an old closed down amusement park on the edge of the city at midnight,” Sofia replied.

“Perfect, we can get Agent Reeves and her team in place and arrest them,” Megan said.

Amelia nodded.

“How many of them are there?” she asked Sofia.

“Seven; four men and three women. They are all ex-military or law enforcement, skilled and dangerous. However, it sounds like you have a tactical team at your disposal. I am sure they can handle them,” Sofia replied.

“They can. Alright, we are going to need names, descriptions, what weapons they have, etc.,” Megan told her.

“Of course, I will tell you everything I know. Honestly, I have been planning to take them down myself and have been working on it slowly. I could be of help, if you will allow it,” Sofia replied slyly.

Both Megan and Amelia grinned.

“Do tell,” Megan prompted.

“I may have planted a post-hypnotic suggestion in the two leaders’ subconscious to send them into trance,” Sofia said with satisfaction.

“Of course you did,” Amelia said with a laugh.

“I was planning to do it to each of them. They are getting increasingly reckless, going for bigger and bigger jobs; I wanted out, but they refused. I wanted to hypnotize them all and then get them arrested with no memory of me, before they got caught and dragged me down with them,” Sofia said.

“Well, that isn’t a worry now. Sofia, I don’t see any problem with you assisting us; you are going to be an agent anyway. Agent Chen?” Megan asked.

“Sure, why not? It isn’t like she can betray us,” Amelia agreed.

Megan nodded.

“Alright. The compulsion to obey us will stay in your mind until we get you to Special-Agent-In-Charge Bailey. You may stand up, Sofia,” she said.

Grinning, the naked Sofia rose to her feet.

“This is going to be fun,” she said.

Just before midnight, a dark grey van stopped near the front gate of the abandoned amusement park; a man dressed in black clothing got out of the passenger seat, carrying a large set of bolt cutters. He moved to the gate and cut the chain holding it shut, then slid it open. The van pulled slowly inside the fence, and the man closed the gate behind it. He then reentered the vehicle while at the same time another figure got out the back, dressed in a similar manner and carrying a rifle with a large scope; the second man dashed off into the darkness while the van drove into the park.

The vehicle stopped in front of the ferris wheel and six individuals got out, three men and three women. All were clad in black clothes and tactical gear and carrying high quality submachine guns.

One of the men gestured; immediately two of the others, a man and woman moved off into the darkness to take overwatch positions. Another man remained standing behind the van, while one of the women got into the driver’s seat.

The remaining man and woman walked a short distance away, taking up position near the ferris wheel’s entrance.

“Dawson, are you sure we still need this woman? We are giving her a lot of cash and she didn’t even go on the job,” the woman groused.

She was in her early thirties, five-six and very fit with auburn hair in a ponytail and dark green eyes. She was attractive without makeup, and she moved with confidence and grace.

Her companion, a tall and handsome man with cropped-short greying black hair and brown eyes, sighed and shook his head.

“Marlena we have been over this. Sofia is extremely useful, and her cut is more than worth it. We just took fifteen million dollars without firing a shot, and it was due in large part to her hypnotism. It is absolutely worth a million to have her services,” Dawson replied.

He was the group’s leader, a former U.S. Army officer turned private contractor and then professional thief. Marlena had worked for the CIA, and was now Dawson’s second-in-command.

“I don’t trust her. She isn’t a pro, and she knows too much about us. I recommend we terminate her,” Marlena said, eyes scanning the dark abandoned park.

A half-moon gave only dim light, and a gentle breeze blew through the old rusting equipment and dilapidated buildings, causing them to creak and rattle softly.

Dawson smiled at his second-in-command.

“All in good time; we have a couple more big scores coming up, and Sofia will make them go much easier. For the record, I don’t trust her either,” he replied.

Marlena said nothing, continuing to alertly sweep the area with her eyes.

“Boss, we have a vehicle approaching; silver luxury sedan,” a voice said in their radio earpieces a moment later.

“Roger that,” Dawson replied.

He and Marlena watched as the vehicle approached, stopping ten feet behind the van. The passenger door opened, and Sofia Diaz stepped out looking sophisticated and beautiful in a red pantsuit and tall black heels. Her hair was in a slicked-back bun, and she wore large, simple diamond stud earrings that glittered in the moonlight.

“Hello darlings! I trust all went well?” she asked cheerfully.

Her heels clacked on the pavement as she strode toward them.

The driver’s door of Sofia’s sedan opened, and Shanna Lane stepped out, wearing black slacks and a tight sleeveless red top along with short black heels; her blonde hair was in a bun.

“Hello Sofia. Everything went off without a hitch. Your subjects followed their instructions perfectly. Nice job,” Dawson replied neutrally.

The Latina hypnotist smiled.

“Excelente. I delivered my end of the deal. Now I will just collect what is mine, and be on my way then,” Sofia said, moving to stand a few feet in front of Dawson and Marlena.

“No problem. We have another job lined up for next month. We will need to meet and discuss your targets,” Dawson replied.

Sofia chuckled.

“I am afraid I won’t be able to do that, dear. I have…accepted a new job, and I am retired from working with professional thieves. Not that is wasn’t fun, and profitable, but I am moving on,” she said.

“The hell you are!” Marlena replied hotly.

Sofia raised an eyebrow.

“Excuse me?” she asked quietly.

“You aren’t walking away, we have more work and you are going to help us!” Marlena replied.

“Marlena, calm down,” Dawson said quietly.

“Yes, settle down Marlena, before I spank you,” Sofia said as if admonishing a child.

“Fuck you!” Marlena said angrily.

She drew a Glock-19 pistol from a holster on her belt and pointed it at Sofia.

“Holster that weapon, Marlena. Now!” Dawson barked.

Shanna took a step toward the group, but stopped when the man standing at the back of the van raised his submachine gun and pointed it at her.

“We should just eliminate her now, Dawson! She is a liability,” Marlena snarled.

“Lower your weapon Marlena,” Dawson said firmly.

Sofia grinned.

“Do as he says, dear,” she said calmly.

“Fuck you, bitch! Get on your knees, now!” Marlena replied.

“Harmless and helpless woman,” Sofia said firmly.

Marlena froze, her eyes going wide as she slipped into a deep hypnotic trance.

“Oh shit,” Dawson muttered.

“Marlena, drop your pistol. Then remove all your clothing and you get on your knees,” Sofia commanded.

“Yes, La Senora,” Marlena replied in a dazed voice.

She dropped her pistol to the pavement and immediately began to undress.

“Sofia, let her go now; you can take your money and go, no hard feelings,” Dawson said, his hand on the grip of his own Glock.

Sofia laughed at him.

“I am afraid it is too late for that, my dear Dawson,” she replied.

Sofia and Dawson stared at one another for a few seconds.

Then chaos erupted.

Dawson drew his pistol; before he could fire it, Sofia kicked it out of his hand.

Without hesitation, Dawson attacked and kicked her viciously in the stomach. Sofia stumbled back, the painful blow doubling her over.

Then she straightened up and smiled.

“Shall we dance, dear?” she asked, kicking off her shoes.

“Sounds like fun,” Dawson replied with a nod.

As Sofia and Dawson began to circle one another, the man standing behind the van raised his submachine gun to fire at Shanna, but before he could pull the trigger Agent Lindsey Reeves stepped out of the shadows flanked by two of her men armed with suppressed M4 rifles, and fired a taser at him. The prongs struck the man in the face and neck, and he fell convulsing to the ground.

Lindsey and her team had arrived at the park hours earlier on Megan’s orders and concealed themselves around the meeting area. She immediately moved to take the man’s weapons and handcuff him before he could recover.

As Linsey was dealing with the man behind the van, Shanna moved swiftly forward as the vehicle’s driver door opened.

As the black-clad woman stepped out, Shanna grabbed her arm and hair, slamming her head into the van’s side.

Well-trained, the woman recovered quickly and hit Shanna with a vicious elbow.

A former Miami police detective, Shanna was skilled in hand to hand combat, and the two women began a rapid exchange of punches, kicks and blocks.

Dawson’s two people he had put on overwatch emerged from the shadows, weapons raised and shouting at Sofia to get on the ground.

Sofia ignored them, moving to launch a flurry of punches and kicks at Dawson that he deftly dodged and blocked before countering with several punches, one of which caught Sofia in the chest.

He was clearly more skilled than she was, but she held her own as they continued to rapidly exchange blows.

Two of Lindsey’s men emerged from the ferris wheel’s maintenance building, rifles pointed at Dawson’s two overwatch people.

The male one raised his suppressed submachine gun and fired at them; Lindsey’s men did the same with their own suppressed rifles, and Dawson’s man fell to the pavement.

Dawson’s female ally also raised her weapon, but before she could fire or Lindsey’s men could shoot her Agent Amelia Chen emerged swiftly from the shadows and kicked her weapon from her hands.

Amelia was wearing a black catsuit and black ballet flats, her hair in a tight bun. She slammed her fist into the woman’s side, then snapped a kick into her head. The woman staggered away from her, but Amelia pursued her, kicking her in the stomach and face.

The woman threw a punch at Amelia, who blocked it easily before grabbing her by her hair.

“Have a look at this,” the H.A.D. agent said firmly, raising her free hand to dangle her gold-spiral- patterned pendant before the woman’s eyes.

The emerald in the pendant’s center glittered, reflecting the moonlight into the woman’s eyes as Amelia began to swing in rhythmically.

As the fight around the ferris wheel progressed, the man who had left the van as it arrived at the amusement park peered through the scope of his high-powered rifle, watching the chaos unfold.

He was positioned a hundred yards away on the roof of a small building that had once served as a café; he was on one knee, his rifle’s bipod resting on top of an old air compressor unit.

He saw Shanna Lane holding her opponent against the van, fluttering her fingers before the woman’s eyes as she performed a butterfly induction. He didn’t fully understand what she was doing, but for an instant he considered putting a bullet through Shanna’s head before dismissing the idea. He swung his rifle over to see Dawson locked in a vicious fight with Sofia, and spotted Amelia swinging her pendant before another of his ally’s eyes. The woman’s eyelids were fluttering, and he watched them slam shut and her head nod forward.

He could see Amelia smile smugly as she caught the woman and guided her to the ground.

“Shit, another hypnotist?” the sniper said under his breath.

His crew had been compromised, though he didn’t know if it was law enforcement or Sofia’s allies or a combination of both.

It didn’t matter.

He took a deep breath and held it, moving his scope’s crosshairs to Amelia’s chest.

Suddenly, a pair of dazzling blue eyes filled his field of vision, blocking his view before he could squeezed the trigger.

“Yes, another hypnotist I’m afraid. Now look into my eyes,” Megan Goodspeed said in velvety, seductive voice.

She had positioned herself on one knee to look into his scope, the barrel of the rifle over her shoulder so it wasn’t pointed at her.

The H.A.D. agent had climbed up onto the roof after Lindsey had spotted the man getting in position, and then moved with impressive stealth to get in front of him and impede his shot. Megan was wearing a similar outfit to Amelia’s, a black body suit and ballet flats with her hair in a bun.

The sniper reflexively looked up from his scope.

Right into Megan’s astonishing eyes.

“That’s it, look deep, deep into my eyes and relax…listen to my voice and keep looking,” the hypnotist-agent purred.

The immediately rose to his feet, his hand going to a sidearm holstered on his belt.

However, his dark eyes remained riveted to Megan’s dazzling blue ones as she too stood.

“Holy shit…where, where did you come from?” the man said, drawing his pistol and pointing at her.

“You don’t need that weapon…you don’t need to move or think…you need to relax and listen to my voice…as you keep looking deeper and deeper into my eyes…relaxing more and more with every word I speak…feeling yourself sinking…dropping into a wonderful, relaxed state…falling into my eyes…into a nice relaxed state…all your cares, your worries and fears simply fading away…relaxing deeper…deeper…,” Megan continued in her practiced, powerful hypnotic voice.

Her eyes were wide, and hypnotic energy was flowing from them into the man as she spoke.

She smiled slightly as she saw the pistol’s barrel drop a few inches and his shoulders almost immediately slumped as he began to involuntarily relax.

“Just…just shut up and-and s-stop,” the man stammered.

He gestured sluggishly with his pistol even as he began to feel lightheaded, his body beginning to tingle.

Megan walked toward him, her eyes like two brilliant jewels as she continued to stare into his eyes.

“That’s it…feel all the tension leaving your body now…feeling more and more relaxed as you continue to look deeper into my eyes…feeling so wonderful as you listen to my voice and sink deeper…deeper…your thoughts fading away…you are very relaxed now…you only want to look into my eyes and listen to my voice… to listen, and obey…listen, and obey…drop that gun now,” Megan said, moving to stand only his arm’s length away.

“N-no…no, stop,” the man said slowly.

The pistol slipped from his grasp and hit the roof of the café with a metallic thud.

He took on an astonished expression, Megan’s fabulous eyes quickly becoming his whole world.

“Very good…now just keep looking deeper into my eyes and listening to my voice…listening and obeying…you are so relaxed now…sinking deeper and deeper into hypnosis for me every second…you cannot move…you cannot think…your mind is empty, ready to accept my suggestions and commands…you are now completely relaxed…you are hypnotized and you will obey me,” Megan instructed.

“Hypnotized…obey…,” the man agreed in a dazed voice.

His eyes were vacant and glassy and his arms hung limp at his sides.

“Wonderful! Such a good boy! You obeying me makes me very happy, and making me happy makes you feel very good. You want to feel good, to make me happy…so you will obey me, won’t you? Say it, say you will obey my every command. I am your Mistress now,” Megan instructed in a gentle but firm voice.

“I…want to make you…happy. I will…I will obey your every command,” the man agreed slowly.

Megan smiled.

“Good boy. You have just made me very happy. That makes you feel so good. Feel the pleasure you get from obeying me ripple through your body. Now just stand there like a good boy and wait for my commands,” she said.

“Yes, Mistress,” the man replied, a slight smile on his face.

He shuddered slightly as he felt a rush of pleasure from pleasing his new Mistress.

Megan picked up his rifle and peered through the scope, her finger nowhere near the trigger.

Scanning the area around the ferris wheel, Megan saw the situation was almost under control. Amelia and Shanna had hypnotized the women they had confronted, and Lindsey’s team had restrained the rest. Marlena was kneeling naked on the concrete.

Sofia was still fighting Dawson; the Latina hypnotist was giving ground, blocking and dodging Dawson’s attacks and countering as she was able.

Sofia’s lip was bleeding, and she was sure he’d cracked one of her ribs. Dawson clearly had the upper hand in the exchange; however, Sofia had landed several good blows as well and he was bleeding from his nose.

Dawson blocked a punch from Sofia, then ducked her round-house kick and lashed out with his boot, knocking the sexy woman to the ground.

He stood over her and drew a combat knife from a sheath on his chest.

“I am sorry it came to this, Sofia. I like you, and I really enjoyed the sex. It looks like you left me no choice,” Dawson said, glancing around.

He saw that the H.A.D agents had the rest of his team in custody, and noted that his sniper had not fired a shot.

They were beaten.

All that was left was to make sure Sofia paid for her part in their downfall.

Dawson turned the knife over in his grip.

Sofia spat blood from her mouth and laughed.

“You are right, dear; you never had a choice. Or a chance, My little soldier boy,” she said firmly.

“Oh fuck…,” Dawson mumbled as he felt himself dropping into trance.

He stood silently, eyes no longer blinking.

He was hypnotized by Sofia’s post-hypnotic trigger.

“Sofia, are you alright? Why didn’t you trigger him right away?” Shanna asked, running over to her friend and lover.

She bent and offered her hand.

Sofia chuckled.

“I wanted to see if I could take him. He is a little too fast and strong for me, but I think if I get back into a good practice routine, I would be able to beat him,” she replied as Shanna helped her up.

“You better practice if you are going to be doing this new job,” Shanna agreed as she took the knife from Dawson’ hand.

Sofia smiled at her friend.

“Yes, dear,” she said.

Shanna smiled and held out her arms.

The two women embraced and then kissed deeply, each relieved the other was okay.

“I have the sniper in custody,” Megan’s voice said in the earpieces everyone on the Hypnotic Affairs team wore.

“Roger that. We have everyone secured here,” Lindsey Reeves replied.

Her men were in the process of cuffing, searching and getting Dawson’s team ready to be moved.

“He is really good; you did well,” Amelia said, walking up to Sofia.

“Thank you, Agent Chen. I have let myself go a bit; two years ago, I would have beaten him easily,” Sofia replied.

Amelia nodded.

“No worries on that, H.A.D. has great training facilities, and I think we will get a lot of sparring in,” she replied with a wink.

Sofia nodded and smiled as Agent Reeves’s team medic came up to examine her.

Amelia turned to see Megan sauntering toward the group, carrying a high-powered rifle as the man she’d hypnotized followed her like a loyal puppy, wearing only his boxer shorts.

“Nice job, Agent Goodspeed,” Amelia said, with a smile.

“Thank you, Agent Chen,” Megan replied.

She handed Agent Reeves the rifle, then embraced her partner.

“I think we should go back to the suite with Sofia and Shanna and celebrate with some ridiculously expensive whiskey. Maybe take that stud Dawson and that bitch Marlena, and Joey the Sniper here with us and…“interrogate” them,” Megan said with a sly grin after the hug.

Amelia laughed.

“You are the Senior Agent, who am I to argue?” she said with a chuckle.

Megan and Amelia left the cleanup and logistics of the prisoner transfer to Agent Reeves and headed back to their hotel with Sofia, Shanna, Dawson, Marlena and Joey.

The four hypnotists each showered and put on thick, comfortable robes before gathering in the suite’s living room. They sat on the couch together while a naked and aware Marlena served them extremely expensive scotch.

The female criminal’s face was a mask of rage; she was unable to speak without permission, compelled to obey the commands of the four hypnotists.

Dawson and Joey knelt in the middle of the room, naked and sporting impressive erections.

“Well, that went very well,” Megan said as Marlena handed her a glass.

“Yes, better than I expected,” Amelia agreed.

“Agreed. I am actually excited for this new beginning. Thank you for letting me be in on the apprehension of Dawson and his crew,” Sofia replied.

“Yes, thank you,” Shanna added.

“To Hypnotic Affairs,” Megan said, raising her glass.

“And to us recovering eleven million dollars that Dawson and his crew stole,” Sofia added.

Megan, Amelia and Shanna joined her in a chuckle at her words.

The four hypnotists clinked their glasses together, then drained them.

“Slave-Marlena, refill our drinks,” Sofia commanded.

“Yes, La Senora,” Marlena said grudgingly, moving immediately to obey.

All four hypnotists laughed at her.

“So, there is a lot to do before we can fly back; I am sure you and Shanna have loose ends that will take a couple of days to tie up, and we need to remove all the suggestions from your goons that were just pawns and send them on their way with their memories erased,” Amelia remarked.

Sofia nodded.

“I can be ready to go in two days without drawing any suspicion,” she said.

“Sounds good to me. But let’s worry about all that tomorrow, shall we? After we sleep in, of course. This party is just getting started. Time to put these boys to work…and Marlena as well. Let’s have some fun,” Megan replied with a sultry wink.

She finished her second drink, then rose and let her robe fall to the floor revealing her fantastic naked body.

She eyed Dawson and Joey as if she were a predator stalking prey.

The other three hypnotists smiled and did the same.

“Marlena, get over here and kneel beside your comrades,” Amelia commanded.

“Yes, Mistress Amelia,” Marlena replied.

Scowling, the sexy naked criminal obeyed, kneeling beside Dawson and Joey.

“You are the Senior Agent, Megan. Direct this orgy,” Sofia said with a chuckle.

Megan smiled.

“My—our—pleasure. Joey, lay on the couch so I can sit on your face and Amelia can ride that cock. Dawson, take Shanna and please her however she commands you. Marlena, I know how much you like Sofia. Crawl to her and kiss her feet. Then work your way up her legs, slowly, and eat her pussy like you simply cannot get enough,” she commanded.

“Yes, Mistress,” all three hypno-slaves said in unison before moving to obey.

Shanna bent over the arm of the couch so Dawson could enter her from behind and begin to thrust slowly and powerfully, making her moan loudly.

Joey laid on the couch; Amelia unceremoniously impaled herself on his erection, while Megan sat on his face. The two hypnotists began to kiss one another passionately as Amelia moved slowly up and down while Joey licked and sucked at Megan’s pussy.

Marlena’s stubborn resolve finally broke, tears trickling from her eyes as she crawled to Sofia and began to lavish kisses on her sexy brown bare feet.

“I haven’t forgotten I promised you a spanking,” Sofia said with a laugh, bending and swatting Marlena’s tight, sexy bare ass.

The four hypnodommes were just getting started; soon the orgy would begin in earnest; Dawson, Marlena and Joey would be quite exhausted by the time the four hypnotists were satisfied.

A few days later Sofia Diaz would join the Hypnotic Affairs Division as a Special Agent, partnering with Special Agent Alistair Ramsey; they would be sent off to a secret location for a month of special training, evaluation and orientation.

Agents Goodspeed and Chen were commended and then assigned their next case.

Special-Agent-In-Charge Angela Bailey was sitting in her office, reviewing the files of potential targets for her four teams of hypnotist-agents when her cellphone began to vibrate.

Angela glanced at the screen, and picked up the phone immediately upon seeing who was calling.

“Agent Bailey. Hello, Director Westbrook. Thank you, ma’am. Yes, they are all doing very well so far. Of course, I will assign Quinn and Stilwell to it immediately. Yes, they can handle it. Yes, ma’am. I will keep you in the loop of course. Thank you. Goodbye,” Angela said.

As soon as the call had disconnected she dialed a number.

“Hello Agent Quinn. Have you wrapped things up with that level three, the salon owner, what’s her name…? Right, Wanda Abbott. She is neutralized? Excellent. Yes, that sounds good. You and Agent Stilwell need to get back here tonight; I have a big one for you. Yes, in Boise. Great, I will see you tonight,” Angela said.

She disconnected the call and set her phone down.

Angela Bailey smiled.

Things were going very well; the Director was pleased with her, and Hypnotic Affairs was proving useful and effective.

“Time to discuss plans for phase two,” Angela mused aloud.

She picked up her phone and dialed.

“Lydia, are you free for dinner tonight? I was thinking that new Italian place, Divinita; yes, that’s it. Normally it is pretty hard to get in, but I have a trigger in the manager; he will give me a table if you are free…excellent. I want to discuss a few things with you, get your perspective and opinions. Will eight o’clock work? Great, see you then,” Angela said.

She disconnected the call, her mind already organizing a list of topics she wanted to discuss with Lydia Black.