The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Title: The Manager

By: Hannah Quinn

CHAPTER SIX

The fabric felt rough underneath the bare soles of her feet as Tonya journeyed up a long, seemingly never ending hallway. Rattle, rattle. Rattle, rattle. Cuffed in her right hand was a plastic bucket, cubes of ice creating a jagged horizon against Tonya’s purple pajama leggings as tried to remember where exactly their hotel room was. The ice machine on their floor had, unfortunately, gone under maintenance but Tonya was determined not to let such a small discrepancy ruin the night. She and Kristy were still riding the high of their victory, their day turning into a joyous one as Tonya fought to contain her excitement. “What was our number again?” she mused to herself, taking sideways glances at every door she passed. She honestly didn’t remember the hallway being so vast. Perhaps her tunnel vision to collect some ice had blinded her from just now long she had traveled.

“It’s starting to feel so heavy.” Swinging the bucket in front of her, she now held the handle with both her hands as her knees softly “clanked” against it with each step. She felt like a child on Halloween, anxious for her treat as she excitedly held her bucket in front of her. The night was still in it’s infancy, Tonya already picturing Kristy undress in her head as her lust drew her further and further down. “Just how many rooms are on this floor?” Her impatience was brewing, Tonya feeling a sudden sense of regret. She didn’t have to volunteer for this. If she had made Kristy go, she could have prepared herself for their night together. Perhaps even create a scene similar to Kristy had just a week ago. “If only,” she bit her bottom lip, trying to keep herself from spoiling the night with her thoughts of want and desire.

A door slightly ajar caught Tonya’s attention, her heart pounding as she held her bucket a little higher. It was their room. Did she forget to close it? Maybe something got caught. Yes, that had to have been it. Kristy wouldn’t have left her alone again, not after this afternoon. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath before crossing the threshold, bucket still in both her hands as she leaned her back into the door to the open it. “Sorry it took me so long,” she expressed with an obvious hunger in her voice, “The machine on our floor was broken and—”

She paused herself, Kristy nowhere to be seen as she relieved herself of the weight and placed the bucket on the nearest table. The lights of the rooms were off, not even the glow of the television reflecting off a sofa as she felt a different sense of her anxiety. “Kristy?” She couldn’t have left. She wouldn’t have left again. “No, please be here,” she whispered to herself before calling out her name again, “Kristy?” Fingers fidgeting, Tonya tried to shake the feeling away. Maybe she was just in the shower. It did take her painstakingly long to even get their ice. Turning her attention their bedroom, Kristy let out a sigh of relief as she could see a faint glow of light reflect off the door. “There you are.” Shoulders relaxed, she put back on a smile as she made herself towards it. “Kristy, I’m, I’m….back.”

“Nonsense, dear. I’m sure she won’t mind. In fact, I have a feeling she’ll be joining us very soon. And once she does, she can join you in the trance realm. It’s all for fun, Kristy Marvel. Nothing more, nothing less. Just trust me and relax…”

“Just what is going on here?!” Tonya’s smiles turned into anger, her thoughts growing furious as she discovered Sirena in their bedroom. With Kristy. Clenching a fist, she wanted to say something, but felt overcome with nervousness. Sirena was proving to be the kind of unhinged, crazy fan who is just this side of a stalker. What if she had a gun? Or another kind of weapon? What if she ran in and got them both killed? She was frozen with fear, wanting to cry. But one thing kept bouncing around in her mind. What was “the trance realm”?

Tonya hadn’t made a sound other than the slight rattle of the bucket, and even then, Sirena and Kristy were locked in. The mysterious manager had the Kiwi pinned to the bed, straddling her waist. It was a sexual position for sure even though they were still both fully clothed. Well, Sirena was. Kristy was in nothing but her negligee and purple nightgown. Wait. Purple? Tonya could have sworn it was pink before. Had she bought a new one today? Whatever the case, she stopped wondering about that. Zigana reached around her own neck to unhook her necklace. It was a beautiful golden chain that was so immaculately polished that it shone in the light of the room. But that wasn’t even the most fascinating thing about it. That honor belonged to the gem that hung on the end of it. Tonya had never noticed it before, but it was a brilliant purple that matched...that matched...she couldn’t quite place it, but she’d definitely seen something that same shade before. What was it? It was so frustrating that she couldn’t remember. She felt like it was something she was supposed to know.

Sirena held the gem aloft in her right hand, delicately threading the chain through her fingers in a way to make it dangle straight down from her hand, right in front of Kristy’s defiant eyes. Tonya could tell her girlfriend was unsure of this from her demeanor, but the blonde’s own breath was caught in her chest. The tableau in front of her felt familiar somehow, and she felt a pang of desire from somewhere deep within. To be under Sirena...no. No! She wanted to be on top of Kristy like this. That’s what it was. No, Sirena shouldn’t be here at all under any circumstances. But again, her train of thought stalled at the station. The gem was now being swung back in forth in a slow and lazy arc. “Look at my pendant, dear. Gaze at it. Give it all of your focus. Do not look away for any reason.”

“Are you sure this going to help?” Kristy’s voice was filled with uncertainty as she found her eyes transfixed on the gem’s brilliance, “I’ve never really practiced this method of concentration...before.” Sirena was in a position of dominance, her weight keeping Kristy secure as Tonya tried to comprehend. It wasn’t just scene in front of her but the mixed emotions she could feel swirling within her as it continued. “I just…” Kristy blinked, her eyes straining as they fought to keep their focus, “I just want to help Tonya win. Help her become a star. If this...if this helps, then I’ll listen.” She watched as Kristy shuffled her shoulders on the pillow, anyone could tell that she was uncomfortable, yet she couldn’t move. Frozen, Tonya couldn’t “save” her. “So, it’s going to help, right?” She continued to focus on the gem, her expression filled with both hope and a hint of confusion.

“Oh yes, dear. This is exactly what you need to do to help Tonya. This is exactly what you need to do to be a good girlfriend. Yes, I know. Don’t worry, your secret is safe with Miss Sirena. I wouldn’t tell a soul. It’s none of their business. But this is what must be done. You want to be a good girlfriend. Deep down, it’s all you’ve ever wanted. And together, we will help you be one. Such a good girlfriend for Tonya. This is what you want. This is what you need. So you must listen. Listen and watch the gem. Back and forth, back and forth. It’s simple, really. Such a simple and easy thing to do. It’s not hard at all. But you do so many other things that are hard throughout the day.”

Sirena’s tone was easy and pleasant, her lilting accent rising and falling as she spoke. She would murmur just loud enough to be heard, but quiet enough that you had to strain and focus in order to hear each and every syllable. And the way she spoke carried weight. It sounded important. So of course, Tonya and Kristy were listening very carefully. “Back and forth, back and forth. The day recedes into the background. Such a long day, full of hard tasks. So hard. I know it’s hard to go into that ring and fight. It hurts, and it takes so much energy. You want to rest afterward at the end of a long day. Such a long day, full of hard tasks. But this isn’t hard. No. It’s easy, so easy. So pleasant after your long, hard day. But now your cares melt away. Watching the pendant, listening to my words, relaxing on the bed. You’ll be a good girlfriend in no time at all. It’s what you want. It’s what you need.”

“Yes, I want to be a good girlfriend,” Kristy agreed, the resistance in her shoulders looking visibly faded as she allowed Sirena’s words to hook into her. “A good girlfriend for Tonya.” Right and left, right and left, Kristy’s gaze kept focused, the shining gem making it difficult to notice anything else in the room. “This is going to work...I want to be a good girlfriend.” Tonya’s own shoulders began to relax, her hands releasing her fingers as she too found herself focused on the pendant. It was just so bright, the particular shade of purple inviting her eyes in. Influencing her to never look away. It was beautiful. “The day was so long, so hard. This feels so...relaxing.” Kristy’s eyes fought themselves to blink, each new one lingering for seconds longer than the last. “Am I doing...am I doing this right?” Her voice was even struggling to fight through, each word sounding weaker and weaker, “Good girlfriend. Good girl….friend. It’s what I...want.”

Sirena smiled down at Kristy. Though she was faced away from Tonya, the gesture seemed to light up the room. “Oh yes, dear. You are doing a good job indeed. You are a very good girlfriend. You relax more and more, the worries and cares of your long and hard day washing away. They are of no use to you anymore, and have no place here. You lay there, ready to enter the trance realm, the place where you will learn to become a good girlfriend. It’s what you want. It’s what you need. Relaxing, drifting, floating, dreaming. Not a care in the world. Not a worry in that mind. Not a thought in your head. It’s easy, so easy. And after a hard day, it’s just what you want, just what you need. As you stare at this gem, unable to look away, you feel good. So good. And that’s because you know what will happen soon. Soon, you will sleep. This gem is your entrance way. It entrances and enchants. It does not scare you anymore. This is what you want. This is what you need. When you sleep, you will enter the trance realm. When you enter the trance realm, all will be revealed. So tired. So dreamy. So relaxed. So at ease. Ready to sleep. Craving sleep. Desperate to sleep. And soon you will. Three...two...one...sleeeeep…”

“What I...need.” Kristy’s lips curled into a smile as her worries drifted away. The hardships of the day no longer holding a hinderance over her as head sank softly into the pillow. “I will learn…” her voice succumbed to a whisper as her eyes kept themselves closed for extended periods of time. “...to be a good girl...friend.” Both she and Tonya wanted to keep looking at the gem, their lone desire preventing them from giving themselves to slumber. However, Kristy’s will was dwindling, any resistance proving to be futile as the pendant revealed itself as a gateway. “Must enter…” just the thought brought back another weak smile, her breathing slow and soothing as Sirena’s voice sounded ever more inviting, “....the...trance realm.” Relaxed. Eased. Her body clinging at the notion of sleep, Kristy’s eyes slowly fell, a pleasant sumber enveloping her body as Sirena’s words blanketed her.

Tonya could feel herself giving into suggestion, her body feeling heavy and relaxed as she struggled to keep herself upright. “Maybe...maybe…” she couldn’t form the words, but the thought of kneeling down came to her. Just enough to allow her to keep looking at the glimmering, purple gem. Yes. Enough to keep her watchful eyes on Kristy too. Yes. And Sirena. No. Not Sirena. Sirena wasn’t part of this. She shouldn’t be. Not in their bedroom. Only Kristy. Just Kristy. A vulnerable Kristy was just so attractive. To sit on top of her. To feel herself grow wet as she kneeled over her. Yes. Keeping her back straight, Tonya slowly kneeled to sustain her balance, her relaxing state taking a hold of her as her head began to nod. She spread her knees just slightly, almost as if she was mimicking Sirena’s position.

“Excellent,” Sirena said, returning the gem and chain to their rightful place around her neck. She slipped off of Kristy’s prone body, keeping her back to the unknown guest. Placing her hands on the bed, she spoke to the entranced brunette, using the same soft and hypnotic cadence that she’d used during her induction. It was quiet, but just loud enough to be heard throughout the room. “You have entered the trance realm, dear. Look around you. It’s just your girlfriend as far as the eye can see. Pictures, statues, videos, it’s a wonderful place. So alluring. So magical. So sexy. You’re overcome with a desire. You must please her, or at least please yourself. It’s almost a burning between your legs. She’s so beautiful, so sexy. And you’re so very, very horny now. You really need to relieve this ache between your legs. And you know just what to do. You find a video of your girlfriend stripping for you, just for you, on a nearby wall. Go ahead, walk up to it. Kneel in front of it. Strip free of your burdensome clothing, and spread those gorgeous legs.”

As images of Tonya popped into Kristy’s mind, her stomach began to churn, the sole of her left foot slowly massaging her right calf as she couldn’t help but move her legs. Each pose in her mind grew more and more provocative, Kristy grasping and releasing the fabric of both her pillow and comforter as she tried to fight and tame her ever growing desire. “Tonya…” her name escaped her lips, her voice shaking as her shifted herself back and forth on the bed, “Tonya…” Licking the tips of her lips, she carefully slipped her hand underneath her nightgown before poking and prodding at her hardening nipples. “Oh, Tonya.” As suggested, she rolled out of bed, pulling down the black straps of her purple negligee as she sensually shimmied herself out of it, the gown softly plopping onto the carpet. Her left hand slipped in, out, and back into of her panties, teasing herself as the slight constriction kept her fingers snug against her damp pussy as she rounded the corner of the bed.

Tonya’s heart skipped a beat as Kristy walked before her, stripping away her panties as she kneeled. “Tonya…” she whispered, desire in her voice as she slowly spread her legs, massaging her inner thighs as her two front teeth found themselves comfy against her bottom lip. “So beautiful.” Drawing her hands towards her pelvis, Kristy pressed her index and middle fingers towards her lips and slowly began to rub up and down, up and down, up and down. Her pace oozing her shoulders forward and back as moans couldn’t help but escape her. “Mmmmmm, Tonya, you look so good, why haven’t you shared this video before…” Her head nodded backward, rolling against her shoulders as louder moan rang out. Gently, she plunged her fingers inside her, her tender juices trickling onto the floor as she relaxed and softened into a pleasuring smile. “Tonya…”

“Kristy,” her girlfriend was so erotic, the women nearly eye-level as Tonya couldn’t help but watch Kristy play with herself. She could feel herself grow wet, her lust making her want to reach out and run her hands through Kristy’s beautiful, brunette hair. Yet, she found her body too stunned to reach out and pleasure her. As Kristy dug her fingers deeper, Tonya couldn’t take her eyes away. Entranced by her intimacy, Tonya wanted to do the same. Her nipples aching to tear themselves out of her bra, Tonya found the strength to move. Cheeks flushing red, she dug her hands underneath her “Wrestle Parade” t-shirt and began to soothe them. Each gentle grope enticing her lust further as she wanted to feel just like Kristy. Peeling off her shirt, she tossed it across the room before unfastening her purple bra. It matched the color of Kristy’s nightgown as it fell to floor, unleashing Tonya’s perfectly shaped breasts. “I love you, Kristy,” she whispered, her eyes transfixed on her fingered pussy as Tonya slid her own right hand between her leggings and panties. Restrained and constricted, Tonya felt the fabric lovingly dig into her wrist as she lightly brought a fingertip to her wet lips. “Oh…”

As her commands were followed, Sirena walked in front of the mesmerized brunette and bent over. She slid her hand underneath Kristy’s chin, forcing the Kiwi to make eye contact. “Good. That’s goooood. The pleasure builds inside you, and you’re unable to hold it back. Your girlfriend is so beautiful, and you’re so unbelievably horny. It’s an intense arousal you’ve never felt. You can’t fight it, nor do you want to. Give in to these desires. Give in...to me.” She pulled Kristy forward, jamming her tongue into the hypnotized brunette’s mouth as she roughly kissed her.

Kristy’s pleasure accumulates with each touch of her fingers, urging herself to dig deeper and deeper into herself as her moans grow ever more profound. “Tonya, Tonya, Tonya…”she repeats to herself in gasped breaths, her body feeling hot and rife with the building and building temptation. “You make me so horny Tonya, ever so horny, oooh…” Going deep, her torso urges forward, her desire surmounting as she listens to Sirena’s direction. “Give in...must give in.” She smiles as her attention is captured by Sirena. “Give in...to you.” Their lips meet, Sirena planting her lips against Kristy’s as share a moment of compelled intimacy.

“Hey...heey…” Tonya couldn’t understand herself. A part of her wanted to rip Sirena’s lips away and shove her onto the floor, but again. She couldn’t bring herself to do it. Her hand confined, her finger prancing joyously against her clit, Tonya instead moaned as her hand moved faster. Faster. Faster. As if her life’s lust depended on the duration of their kiss, Tonya couldn’t pry her eyes or hand away as she continued to look and tease. “Why...why…” she questioned, her breaths erratic as she couldn’t deny how hot and bothered it was making her. “Please don’t stop…” she whispered to herself, unsure if even she wanted to accept and hear what she, herself, was feeling.

As sudden as it had happened, it was broken off. Kristy came hard, leaving an immediate puddle on the floor. Sirena snapped her fingers, and the brunette slumped over, falling into the deepest of sleeps with a smile on her face. The enchantress stood straight up, and remained still for a moment as if admiring the view. But she would then turn slowly around, her eyes now fixed on the kneeling, masturbating, and half-hypnotized blonde. She just watched for a little while before smiling, a trace of mischief dancing in her eyes. “Good girl.”

* * *

An immediate rush went over Tonya’s body, a sound of a crashing wave enveloping over her ears as suddenly her eyes opened. “Good girl, good girl, good girl,” she whispered to herself, gasping for short and erratic breaths as she felt the grimey evidence of a cold sweat consume her body. The strap of her pajama top clung onto her shoulders, Tonya slipping her thumb between it and her skin in a small, meek attempt to cool herself down. She couldn’t quite fathom her own feelings. Had it really just been a dream? Closing her eyes, she could still feel the tingle of her own arousal evident, Sire—no, Kristy’s beautiful, acquiescent form kneeling in front of her as she toyed and fingered herself in front of her. “Good, good girl…” she whispered, lightly slathering the tips of her lips with saliva as relaxed her shoulders on the pillow and gave in.

The more she envisioned herself back into her dream, the more her own body began to react. The feeling absolutely surreal as she felt every intimate touch reflect upon her own precious lips. “Oh, oh, Kristy…” she purred, slowly running her hands through her own hair as her neck arched off the pillow. She hadn’t even touched herself, but the pleasure couldn’t have been more present as she found herself quietly moaning with each plunge of Kristy’s eager fingers. “Oh, oh, ohh, good girl…” she cooed, her hands now slowly caressing the sides of her hot torso. She lustfully sought to dig underneath her shirt to fondle her already hardening breasts with one hand while the other desperately wanted to appease her ever forging imagination. If it felt this good to think about, then toying with herself had to feel like absolute bliss. As her hand cupped her right breast, she nestled her two front teeth against her bottom lip as she felt a jolt of pleasure rock her. “Goodness!” she gasped, eyes popping open as she looked down. Marveled by the sight, Kristy was already there.

Kristy paused in the middle of eating her girlfriend out, recognizing that Tonya was awake. She’d developed a keen ear for the blonde’s voice, and it snapped her to attention. Looking up, she slowly licked up the slit once more before withdrawing her tongue back into her mouth. Grinning sheepishly, she gave a half shrug. “Didn’t mean to wake you, but you were moaning loudly in your sleep.” Continuing to smile, her eyes went oddly unfocused. “And I want to give you pleasure when you’re having a good dream so you’ll continue to have good dreams.”

Tonya’s face flushed at the just the mention of her moaning. Had she really been so audible? She often thought of herself as a quiet sleeper, but her dreams as of late have just been so...engrossing. If it wasn’t Kristy, it was Sir—no. It was never Sirena. Ever. Only Kristy. Echoing her own words from her dream, Tonya smiled and scooted herself slightly closer, “Please don’t stop.” She expressed in a hunger, combing her fingers through Kristy’s hair as she didn’t allow the content of her dreams dissuade her from reality.

“I...will...not...stop,” Kristy said almost robotically. And with that, she was back underneath the sheets, her tongue licking along the slit in a loving manner. Moaning to make her tongue vibrate, she slipped it back inside, flicking the tip across the pink musculature of the inside. Not satisfied with her access, she slid her right hand in, parting her index and middle fingers in the shape of a “v” in order to spread those lips out even further. Once the hood was pushed back, the rose was in full bloom in her view. This was easier now that Tonya was awake. She could feel and smell the wetness of her partner, which spurred her passion further. Unimpeded by the excess skin, Kristy dove her tongue inside, wiggling the tip around to better access all of the walls. Her sensitive tongue searched for that clit, that nub, that pleasure center. Wanting to make her girlfriend cum so she’d continue to have good dreams. She needed to do this. She didn’t know why, but it almost felt like something she had to do or face consequences. She searched and searched, the tip of her tongue scanning along the top until she found paydirt.

Toes curling, Tonya’s feet arched in synchronization with hands as her fingers gently pressed into her girlfriend’s scalp urging her to dig deeper and deeper. “Oh, Kristy!” Her stomach churned, her already defined abs looking cut each eat bated breath as she closed her eyes. Kristy’s tongue, at least for the moment, was Tonya’s favorite muscle as she felt each and every inch encompass her. It nearly felt as if her imagination had held hands with her reality, Kristy fingering herself whenever she closed her eyes while she lovingly found home between her thighs whenever she opened them. Through a moan, she couldn’t help herself. “Good girl…” her voice grew bassy with her toyed lust, her breaths whimsical as they danced to the hymn of Kristy’s passion. Faster and faster, her moans came in droves, her body hot as Tonya could feel herself being pushed to the brink.

“Please don’t...please don’t stop...keep...keep going, KRISTY!” She practically screamed as her girlfriend brought such feelings of ecstasy against her ravenous clit. Mouth agape, she couldn’t close it, the heels of her feet sliding on and off and the fabric of the blankets as she tried to hold in her most precious juice. She wanted, no she needed this feeling to linger. To be toyed with. Played with. Brought to the edge of her own lust. Tonya loved this feeling so much, she dared not release. Her teeth lovingly pressed against her bottom lip, her hands now swayed away from Kristy’s hair to caress against her luscious breasts as she pinched and lightly stretched her nipples. “Mmmmmmmmmm…” Each moan grew more and more profound, her body aching for sweet release she continued to try and contend with it. Tonya’s face blushed a violent red, her shoulders tense as she felt the moment finally come. This was it. As much as she wanted to hold on, she could feel herself finally slipping. Holding in one last breath, she slowly let it out. A loud, deafening moan escaping her lips as body relaxed, and a strong stream of cum poured out of her pussy, and into the desired lips of her cherished lover.

Kristy had completed her task, and did not linger long. Even though it was a hotel room on the road, and not their own personal set of sheets, she didn’t bother to clean up much aside from going back for a second helping of the tangy taste of juices that had flowed freely from her girlfriend. Rather than smile or kiss her or cuddle Tonya like she normally did after such intimacy, the brunette emerged out from under the sheets with an almost blank expression, an absence of emotion. Laying beside the blonde, she was facing her, but not radiating her usual warmth. Closing her eyes like a robot powering down, she muttered something under her breath. It wasn’t a statement of love or lust, but of a mission completed. “It is done. Good girls.”