The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Easing herself up in her bed, Annabel surveyed her surroundings. She felt utterly relaxed and rested after her night’s sleep, the first in her new home.

Lazily, she reached up and carefully pulled the headset off. Contemplating the object in her hand briefly, a smile crossed her lips. Where had this amazing device been all her life!

Stretching out her arms contentedly, Annabel couldn’t muster the energy to get up. She was just so comfortable and cozy in her warm bed.

Weak winter morning sunlight shone through the window bathing everything in a warm glow that matched her mood.

The past week had been a haze of delirious activity. Not wanting to wait in case Lauren or the others had changed their minds she’d moved in, foregoing her deposit to the landlord. Not that she gave a damn. She’d been ruthless with what she’d brought with her; her new clothes obviously. But much of her other accumulated clutter went straight into the bin. She was determined that this was a new beginning.

Her bedroom was identical in layout to Lauren’s only her view looked out over the rear garden instead of the front and there was no bay window. Otherwise it was magnificent: a beautiful period brass framed bed and chic upcycled vintage furniture graced the room. This was a far cry from the bleak, soulless new-build apartment she had escaped from. Already she felt completely at ease in her new surroundings.

This was her.

A knock at her door brought her reverie to an end and she cheerfully called out to whoever it was to enter.

Full of energy Lauren bounded into her room, her face creased with a broad smile. She was dressed in exercise clothes; a pair of figure hugging grey leggings with red piping down the side and a matching crop-top that bared her toned midriff. Emblazoned across her chest was a bright red logo consisting of a circle surrounding the stylized head of a woman whose hair resembled a mass of coiled serpents ready to pounce. Beneath the logo and down her leggings were the words MEDUSA in matching red letters.

Annabel felt her pussy awaken from its slumber. Her friend Lauren looked absolutely ravishing in her form fitting outfit. Excitedly she noted that the turtleneck trend seemed to have crept into exercisewear also.

“Heya!” Lauren gushed cheerfully, her eyes alight with an infectious glee that matched Annabel’s growing excitement.

“Hi!” she responded eagerly, her own sex thrilling.

“How did you sleep?” Lauren continued, perching on the edge of her bed just inches away from where she lay.

Annabel felt the familiar pleasurable sensations humming within her.

“Great!” she responded, the blood rushing to her cheeks.

Deliberately leaning in close Lauren took her hand and looked directly into her eyes. “I’m so happy you’re here Annabel.”

Gasping audibly as a sudden jolt of sexual energy rippled through her body, Annabel stared helplessly at the vision of female perfection before her.

Luckily Lauren appeared not to have noticed anything amiss. She went on talking; “We were just wondering if you wanted to come downstairs with us?”

Recovering somewhat from the sensation, Annabel looked at her friend blankly in confusion.

“We do a daily workout. All of us,” Lauren went on by way of explanation. “Naomi is a personal trainer and fitness instructor... didn’t you know that? Oh well, she takes her job very seriously and even brings her work home with her! Ever since she moved in she’s been giving us free workout sessions.”

Annabel regarded her ravishing friend’s toned figure with new eyes. Normal work clothes must have disguised the fact that Lauren was so fit.

“Love too!!” she agreed eagerly before suddenly remembering that her workout gear was stowed in one of the unpacked boxes of clothes she was planning to sort out today.

“Don’t worry,” Lauren went on cheerily, “Naomi has lots of spare exercise outfits. She gets them free from work so she’s happy to give them away,” gesturing to her own clothing.

“Medusa is the company Naomi works for,” Lauren explained, indicating the logo before laughing. “The one downside to quality free stuff is the branding you have to endure!”

Departing with a smile, Lauren disappeared in search of Naomi. Pulling off the covers and standing up, Annabel relished the heady mixture of contentment, anticipation and sexual desire that coursed through her body and mind.

A short time later she was dressed in the workout clothes that Naomi had provided, identical to her friend’s. Checking herself out in the mirror Annabel frowned slightly, unfavourably comparing her softer shape to Lauren’s smokin’ hot bod.

Musing idly as she gazed at her reflection in the mirror, Annabel remembered once not liking the style. She used to think that having a tight collar wrapped around her neck was uncomfortable.

How could she have been so silly!

She absolutely adored them!

Annabel loved the feeling of the fabric pressing tightly against her skin. The delicious feeling of a high, restrictive collar encasing her neck felt absolutely divine.

And she knew they made her look hot. Oh, so hot. And very, very sexy.

Automatically she reached up and stroked the turtleneck of her new outfit, the delicious spikes of fiery, sensual pleasure she so craved spearing sharply through her mind.

Mind and pussy tingling joyously, Annabel smiled at her reflection. Reaching for her phone, she snapped a photo of herself and immediately posted it. Her addictive obsession with the Gorgon forum had grown and grown. Edging to the photos all day in work before staggering back home to explode every evening had become her life.

Idly, she had noticed that her erotic objectification of the female form had expanded into everyday life. No woman she encountered was exempt from her insatiable desires. Mentally, she had already consigned her female co-workers to nothing more than sex objects for her own gratification.

Every single one of them made her slit twitch and throb with need, her imagination already dissolving their distinct identities. Individuality disappeared beneath glistening uniform metallic headsets wrapped securely around their eyes, her co-workers once expressive faces now deliciously slack and blank.

The idea of turning real people into the visor-women she craved drove her wild. In her mind the transformation was uncannily vivid.

Of course, Annabel knew that her fantasies were all quite harmless.

Just some fun.

But that was for later. The others were waiting for her.

Annabel practically skipped downstairs to the basement workout room.

The others greeted her warmly. They were all dressed alike in the same Medusa branded outfits, hair pulled back ready to go. Naomi, eyes as wide as her smile, approached her.

“I’ve been helping these guys stay focussed,” she began, jerking a finger at the other two who were drinking water out of red coloured sports bottles. “Exercise is really all about motivation and self-discipline. Once you have that then you can achieve any goal.”

Nodding in agreement, Annabel let the black girl continue. She was obviously in her element. This was probably a version of the standard speech she gave all her paying clients so she certainly wasn’t going to interrupt. Her professionalism and dedication shone through

“First off, this is about you and what you feel comfortable with,” Naomi continued in her take-charge tone. “We’ll take it easy today. If you feel tired or want to stop then just stop. There is absolutely no sense in injuring yourself by trying to show off or keep up. This is all about a gradual build up.”

Again Annabel nodded. The black girl turned and handed her a red sports bottle, marked with a Medusa logo, before continuing; “Secondly, make sure you stay hydrated throughout the session.”

Her pep talk over, Naomi mustered her charges and they set to work. Annabel found herself sandwiched between Lauren and Naomi as she settled herself on a bike. The thought that the utterly professional Naomi had deliberately positioned herself alongside Annabel in order to keep a protective eye on her latest trainee was reassuring. Just before placing her water bottle in the attached holder she took a sip. The liquid was cool, refreshing, but had an odd tang. Some sort of sports drink, no doubt.

The four girls waited expectantly for Naomi to start them off. Picking up a remote, Naomi directed it at the huge screen in front of them.

It flickered into life displaying the Medusa logo for a few seconds before the display morphed into a generic image of a sunlit country road lined with poplar trees that reminded her of rural France. The enticing image held her gaze, filling her vision, as music began to blare from the speakers, the heavy bass vibrating and pulsating throughout the room, energizing her.

“Ok everybody,” Naomi urged her charges, “lets go!”

In time with the other three women, Annabel, eyes fixed on the moving road before her, started pedalling.

Annabel was pumped. Energy coursed through her entire body. She felt so alive after the workout. The time had passed so quickly. She had no problem keeping up with the others and completing a full session. Naomi had flashed a huge smile, praising her for a job well done.

She felt justifiably proud of herself. What’s more, Annabel also got the distinct impression that her performance had eased her transition from newbie outsider into one of the group.

Smiling broadly, happy after their workout, the four young women proceeded up the stairs and into the kitchen. Before they had a chance to disperse, the doorbell rang.

Jess, the closest, went. Annabel heard the sound of voice and light laughter. Then footsteps moving towards the kitchen. Annabel drained the last few drops in her red water bottle before looking around to see Jess leading a woman into the kitchen.

Annabel estimated that the woman was about ten years older than her, maybe in her late thirties, but it was hard to tell. Tall, elegant, with a pretty oval face, long raven hair that seemed to shimmer like silk, and alert green eyes, the woman smiled broadly. She was dressed casually in tight jeans, crisp white shirt and a long black coat.

Annabel felt herself instantly drawn to her. The mysterious woman seemed to radiate an alluring aura of intense sexual power. Her slit responded accordingly.

“Sorry,” the black haired woman began apologetically, “I didn’t realise you were all working out.”

Naomi responded first; “No problem Janice. We were just finishing up.”

“I just wanted to pop around to say that we’ll have to reschedule our session this week,” Janice went on, frowning slightly. “A sudden business trip came up.”

Nodding, Naomi responded reassuringly as they discussed alternative dates.

For some reason Annabel couldn’t move. She couldn’t tear her eyes from Janice. Her mind was completely empty of thought, dissolved by the sexual arousal pulsating through her. Annabel was hyper-aware of her body, her pulse throbbing as the blood rushed through her organs, clit stiffening with need as her sex pulsed with erotic electricity.

Delicious shivers of pleasure crawled up her spine as she gaped at the gorgeous woman.

Her brief discussion with Naomi over, Janice turned her gaze towards Annabel. “I didn’t introduce myself,” she went on holding out a hand which Annabel found herself numbly taking. “I’m the wicked landlady who fleeces you out of all your hard earned money,” the woman smirked playfully, her radiant eyes twinkling merrily.

Still dazed, Annabel just about mustered a weak smile and rasped a bland response as she stood transfixed before Janice.

Breaking eye contact with Annabel, the breathtaking woman spoke once more before turning to leave. “As I said, apologies for disturbing you all today. I’ll see you for our appointment the week after next Naomi.”

“Looking forward to it Janice,” Naomi replied, the fitness instructor glowed.

Her entire body quivered with lust. Annabel was on fire. The need overwhelmed her. She’d barely managed to make it up to her room, not caring what the others might think. Nothing mattered except pleasure.

Any doubts about her being attracted to women were gone. Annabel had been a bitch in heat before Janice.

Her hot, slick sex was aflame with desire.

Collapsing, she fell backwards on to the bed, slipping a hand under her leggings. Annabel moaned aloud as her practised fingers found her desperate snatch.

Out came her phone. She found herself staring intently at the screen, her fingers circling her throbbing sex as she sank into the wonderful cyber-reality that brought her so much joy.

She was utterly lost, trapped by the frenzy of need that overwhelmed all else.

Through the sizzling sex-fog of arousal that blanketed her, a small part of Annabel’s mind registered a faint knock on her door.

The logical, rational part of her brain screamed at her to stop.

Now.

She mustn’t be discovered. It would be unbelievably embarrassing. She would never live it down. How could she face her housemates? Her reputation? Gossip. The humiliation would be unbearable. She had to…

No!

Another intense wave of pure pleasure cascaded through her body, cutting away the negative thoughts like a scythe. With a deep, guttural moan that seemed to emanate from deep within the hidden recesses of her soul, Annabel writhed and gyrated as the hot, unquenchable fire tore through her, the burning heat reaching places within her that she never known existed, melting everything into liquid molten bliss.

The older, stronger, primal part of her mind was in charge. Rational thought had ceased to exist. And she loved it.

Her mind and body craved this. All the time. Annabel was an addict.

Dimly, through the erotic fog of her mind Annabel dimly made out a figure. Standing over her. She should….

No.

There was only pleasure.

Endless.

Bottomless.

Annabel burned. Her entire being was a pool of boiling, bubbling magma desperate to erupt with a passion that she knew would change everything.

Her hand flew up of its own accord, desperately reaching out to the other woman. Lauren! Gasping and twitching uncontrollably as every molecule of her body blazed with white hot heat, Annabel convulsed helplessly as the unrelenting barrage of sensory passion swept through her. She was nothing but lust. Nothing but need.

She wanted… wanted so badly… so much...

Lauren was on the bed beside her. Deliriously Annabel surrendered to her wanton sapphic desires, opening herself completely, letting go.

Everything melted away, dissolved by the liquid heat that filled her.

This was what she had dreamed of. Countless orgasms had prepared her for this very moment. All her obsessive frenzied masturbation had revolved around a fantasy that was about to be realized.

Lauren’s hazel eyes met hers. The two smouldering orbs that blazed with an intense passion of their own, met her gaze.

No words were spoken. Unnecessary.

Their lips met.

It was glorious.

Lauren’s tongue slid into her mouth, probing deep inside.

Annabel’s back arched as the blast of mind-melting bliss tore through her, the shock-wave obliterating everything in its path, screaming wordlessly as the long craved climax finally detonated like the exploding warhead of a nuclear missile that had lain dormant in its silo for countless years.

“I guess it must be sleep time,” Lauren purred into her ear. Pleasantly exhausted and drained by hours of passion, Annabel lay in her lover’s arms.

In between the lovemaking, they had talked. She had confessed everything to Lauren. Her confusion, her lesbian awakening, her incessant masturbation and the fantasies that seemed to grow and grow with every passing day.

She had been a little afraid at first, fearful of rejection. Previously, she would have been much more guarded before making such revelations. Too much, too soon. But it was if the filter in her mind had been switched off. All the pent up highs and lows, the anxieties and joys of the past few weeks tumbled out in a stream of consciousness she was unable, and unwilling, to stop.

Lauren had held her, encouraged, sympathised and understood.

There had been no judgement.

Finally, after listening patiently for what seemed like hours, Lauren had spoken two simple sentences.

“You are a wonderful person Annabel,” her lover had declared sincerely. “I am so lucky to have you in my life.”

It had been too much to bear. She had broken down completely. Lauren had held her tightly as she cried tears of pure joy. Annabel knew that she loved this woman with all her heart.

Emotionally and sexually spent, basking in the intense love she felt for the beautiful brunette lying beside her, Annabel was content to drift off to sleep.

Nodding into the hazel eyes of her gorgeous friend, Annabel slowly reached for her visor. Smiling warmly, Lauren gently took the device from her hands. She lay passively as Lauren carefully slipped the metallic headset over Annabel’s head, securing it tightly into position. The task completed, Lauren’s lips pressed tenderly against hers, sending a comforting wave of pleasure through her sleepy form.

“I hope you don’t think that I tried to seduce you Annabel,” Lauren whispered playfully into her ear. “I know that you enjoy this as much as I do.”

“Yes…. I mean no,” she stammered uncertainly as the heat began to bloom between her legs once more. “I… I know you didn’t try to seduce me Lauren. You would never do that.”

Eyes sparkling in delight, her friend activated the device now firmly fixed to her head.

“That’s right Annabel, you can trust me,” were the last words she heard before the comforting noise began to fill her ears and the blue light slowly flickered to life in front of her.

Through the haze of blue that was slowly consuming her ability to form coherent thoughts, she continued to stare up at Lauren’s eyes.

A half-formed thought bubbled to the surface of her placid brain; there was an unsettling intensity in Lauren’s gaze. It was if something hard lay just behind the surface of Lauren’s smiling eyes. Something that didn’t belong to the tender afternoon they had just shared.

And what was that talk about seduction? Where had that come from? She hadn’t been seduced. Had she?

Frowning, she tried to hold on to the thought. It felt important.

Was it?

But just then the blue patterns dazzled her once more.

The negative thought slipped away.

Serenity returned. No. Of course she hadn’t been seduced. That was such a ridiculous idea.

The blue pattern was reforming in front of her eyes. The residue of her discarded thought was reforming, shaping into something new. Something better.

Being seduced was hot. Dirty. Arousing. Particularly if Lauren was doing the seducing. Yes. That was right. It felt good to pretend that Lauren was seducing her. It meant that she wanted her just as desperately. It felt great to be wanted.

Even if all Lauren wanted was to fuck her.

The train of thought slowly vaporised as she sank. It was hard to think. Much easier to let go.

It was so much better to focus on the lights and soft noise during Sleep Time. There was no need to think.

Sighing contentedly, Annabel felt herself drift into a deep sleep still cradled in the arms of the woman she loved.

Her eyes were wide, staring.

Annabel lay still and watched as the lights flashed before her.

Her mind was sluggish, blanketed by a thick fog that made thinking so difficult. All she had to do was stare and watch the dancing blue patterns.

Frowning slightly, Annabel felt a thought surface through the cloying treacle. Mustering all her energy, she tried to protect the precious spark of consciousness that had managed to bubble to the surface. She was thinking, analysing.

Lauren’s predatory stare.

Being seduced.

The wrinkles in her brow deepened. Her sluggish mind was struggling to join the dots with glacial slowness. The murky greyness that had blanketed her mind was starting to fade being replaced with understanding.

Lauren was doing something to her.

Something bad. It was wrong.

Very wrong.

She had to….

The lights strobed sharply, the blinding blue stabbing directly into her brain, piercing through her like a laser beam, cutting away everything in its path.

Slowly, the dazzling blue faded and the fog returned.

Annabel’s face smoothed.

The voice in her ears whispered insistently, soothing her. She didn’t need to think. It was much easier to give in. Surrendering to the lights and the voice was much easier than thinking.

Much easier.

So she did just that.

Annabel felt wonderful. It had been a week since she’d moved in with Lauren and she had never felt better. She was deeply in love with a beautiful girlfriend who reciprocated her feelings, she lived in an amazing house and she was already starting to feel the benefits of Naomi’s fitness regime.

She had never felt so free. All her fears and cares were gone as if an oppressive weight had been lifted from her shoulders.

Life was good.

So unbelievably good.

So when Naomi had suggested she join in an evening workout as well as their regular morning routine, she’d happily agreed. Only a short time ago she would have been in no fit state to exercise after work, but now she felt alive and full of energy all the time.

That was why she found herself staring intently at the large screen before her. The familiar road wound ever onwards past her eyes as she pedalled furiously. The dappled light filtering through the trees alongside the infinite road she travelled was soothing, reminding her of a beautiful summer’s day. Eyes wide, she drank in the scenery flashing before her, transfixed by the dazzling hypnotic interplay between the light and shadow, brightness and dark, that flashed on the screen before her.

She saw but didn’t see.

Blankly she sped forwards striving to reach a destination that did not exist.

It didn’t matter.

She was happy.

Finally, the screen blinked three times before the Medusa logo glowed brightly before her eyes signalling the end of the session.

Slowly, Annabel wound down and blinked, the afterimage of the Medusa logo momentarily burned into her retina.

Easing herself off the bike, Annabel turned to look at Naomi who flashed her approval. Annabel smiled widely in return, thrilling pleasurably at pleasing her instructor.

“Good job everybody,” Naomi praised the two girls warmly.

“Tomorrow morning as usual?” she asked in a manner that demanded only one answer.

Body singing with joy, Annabel drained the remains of her water bottle and headed upstairs to grab a shower and ready herself for the evening’s entertainment. Did Naomi and Jess know? Did they suspect anything? Not that it mattered in the slightest. All that mattered was her love for Lauren. The thought of her lithe lover made her pulse quicken.

After cleaning up and preparing herself, Annabel entered Lauren’s room.

Her lover had her back to the door, sitting at her desk working at her computer. Silently padding over to the bed, Annabel draped herself over the edge, head down slightly, gazing alluringly through her blond bangs towards her beloved. She eagerly arranged her body for her lover’s delectation desperately hoping to please Lauren. Her nipples were already bullet-hard as her clit sang a rapturous hymn of joy.

Annabel had fallen so deeply and so quickly that sometimes she felt as if she was watching somebody else saying and doing these things. It was uncanny. But ruminating about such trivialities was a form of self-sabotage that threatened to destroy everything she held dear. So Annabel banished the negative thoughts to the deepest recesses of her mind and allowed herself to be filled with pleasure instead.

All the defences she normally erected to protect herself had been breached.

Lauren was truly the source of everything good in her life.

Annabel felt so connected to the beautiful woman she loved. Everything about Lauren made her sing with joy. Lauren was perfection personified. She worshipped her. From her pert ass to her perfectly formed breasts, from the constellation of stars tattooed on her thighs to the sweet tang of Lauren’s juices on her tongue as she slurped her glorious pussy, Annabel adored her with every fibre of her being.

Registering her presence, Lauren turned in her seat. Her hazel eyes gleamed as they swept over Annabel’s body, the very briefest hint of a wolfish grin quickly twisting into a broad welcoming smile.

“Hi,” Annabel breathed, pulse quickening in the presence of the woman she loved. She had no idea why she felt the need to exhibit herself like this. Lauren had never asked her to do it. But somehow, instinctively, she knew Lauren liked this nightly performance. It had become a private ritual reserved just for them.

Annabel knew that Lauren adored her, just as she loved her in return. Lauren only wanted the best for her. She trusted her. All this was true. Unquestionably true.

“I’ll be finished in a few minutes,” Lauren went on, indicating her computer. “In the meantime, why don’t you entertain yourself?”

Nodding eagerly, Annabel retrieved her phone. Moments later she was lost, absorbed by the latest additions to the forum, her practiced hand buried deep within her pulsating slit. By now she was utterly unselfconscious about masturbating for her lover. It was a game that both of them enjoyed. Next to actual girlsex with Lauren, teasing herself whilst ogling an endless procession of visor wearing females was the most wonderful thing in the world.

The woman on the screen before her resembled Monica. Slightly. A longer face and different hair, but the bone-structure of her face was similar. Enough to spark her vivid imagination into overdrive.

Lauren had said this was quite normal and she believed her. Completely.

All the years of repressed sexuality had finally caught up with Annabel. She was simply making up for lost time.

And it felt good.

Annabel adored masturbating to women of all types, shapes and sizes. Visors were just the icing on the cake. Lauren had not only been understanding of her obsessive fetish but even encouraged her. It had become a ritual; watching Annabel frig herself to these anonymous women turned Lauren on.

They both got off on it.

Lauren pandered to her fantasies. As part of their nightly games, Lauren talked dirty to her. Only now it was about co-workers she knew and saw everyday in the office. Her lover would spin twisted tales about them until Annabel could practically see them glowing in her mind, their features now slack and blank beneath the erotically dehumanizing silver visors that covered them.

Everybody was fair game.

Even shy little Monica.

Monica was quite cute really. The poor girl obviously had no idea how to live up to her potential. If only she would ditch her usual nondescript, drab outfits, get a haircut that flattered her face and learn how to accentuate her assets, she could go far.

But, at this point in time, fantasy was all that Annabel could do for Monica. So she indulged.

Yes. She imagined herself standing over her, Monica’s lips creased into a weak, uncertain smile as the attentive woman waited for what was to come. Her face was flushed, reddened from the hours of frenzied masturbation she’d endured. Poor, confused Monica had finally succumbed to her newfound sexual urges. And she had liked it. Everything she had once believed about herself was open to question.

Annabel empathised.

Annabel knew her co-worker was torn. She could sense it. The conflict between holding on to her old rational self, that held her back, and surrendering completely to the animal needs that would set her free, raged on within Monica.

For the moment, Monica’s baser nature controlled her thoughts and actions. She had tasted paradise and wanted more. But without Annabel’s help that intense passion would subside and Monica’s old, boring self would return and drag her back to her tedious, humdrum existence.

Monica would remain a timorous wallflower destined to vanish into the background.

If Annabel permitted that to happen.

Annabel felt the determination swell.

No.

It wasn’t fair. Monica deserved better. Annabel would help her. Monica must be made to understand just how happy and fulfilled she could be.

Monica’s eyes were wide, now registering the mirrored visor Annabel was offering to her. Monica moaned as the arousal bubbled up. Her destiny awaited. The promise of a better future or eternal mediocrity; such was the stark choice Monica had before her.

The decision was made. No words were spoken, Her blazing eyes silently pleaded with Annabel.

Nodding reassuringly, Annabel carefully positioned the headset over Monica’s head, locking it firmly in place.

Annabel paused momentarily as her sex gushed in anticipation of what was to come. Then she activated the device.

The old-Monica would be no more.

She would become like all the others.

Reduced.

Diminshed.

But better.

More alluring.

Something to be craved.

An object of desire.

Such was her true place in life. Forever. Monica would be happy.

Annabel gasped aloud, the lust washing through her like a swollen river that had burst its banks.

But no matter how much she fingered herself she always managed to hold it on the edge. Cyber-sex on the forum was fun but she knew better. Gone were the days of satisfying her selfish needs, whenever and wherever she desired.

She had Lauren to think of now.

Release was special, reserved only for Lauren. It was how she demonstrated her undying love.

Annabel moaned once more as the Monica-fantasy slowly dissolved as the image on-screen was replaced by an unknown Asian woman.

Although absorbed in her task, a small part of her mind dared to hope that Lauren was enjoying the show.

She needed to please her lover. Constantly.

But that was ok. It was a sign that she was in a healthy, fulfilling relationship.

Annabel was certain of that.

Her eyes opened. She sleeping. Somehow, at some level, Annabel knew that. The knowledge soothed her.

She was so relaxed and so deeply asleep.

The blue light flickered before her wide eyes as she stared vacantly ahead. There was a voice in her ears, clear and distinct, insistently whispering words.

Everything was fine. She just had to lie here and think of nothing.

The voice was telling her things. Repeating words. Over and over.

That was good. Annabel knew she had to listen to the voice. It calmed her.

Vaguely, she discerned that the rapidly flashing shades of blue were merging together, morphing into a new feature. Her sleepy mind struggled to make out what she was looking at.

A spiral!

It twirled and whirled before her unfocussed eyes.

Annabel sighed contentedly in understanding. The voice was louder now.

Her eyes widened, drawn into the spiral that now captivated her completely.

Staring intently at the screen, Annabel rode the waves of red-hot pleasure cascading over her. Scrolling through the procession of women who stared back from her phone, Annabel surrendered to the desire that consumed her, each one stoking her ravenous hunger. The Gorgon forum was a hive of activity. All young, attractive and very, very desirable. She rolled her clit gently between her fingers, relishing the sensations that sparked through her body as the fog of erotic arousal deepened.

Although it was lunch and she was still in work, thanks to Lauren’s discovery of the empty executive bathroom on the sixth floor they were free to fully indulge themselves. Attached to the deserted boardroom, only used twice a year, their hideaway was a secret refuge from the workaday world.

It was part of her daily routine by now. She’d eat Naomi’s special lunch at her desk before discreetly slipping upstairs and locking herself in the marble tiled sanctuary. With it’s multiple cubicles and bright mirrors that allowed her to fix her appearance, touch up her make-up and disguise the scent of sex before she resumed her worker-drone routine, it made the perfect sanctuary.

An image of a curvaceous brunette flickered before her eyes. Annabel savoured the sight, drinking in the woman’s silver encased eyes and her suggestive lips. The photo drew her in. An unknown Gorgon woman offering herself up for others to use. Needy. Desperate to please those who viewed her.

Tendrils of pleasure shot through her body as Annabel lusted after her.

Like.

Her phone pinged, disrupting her thoughts. A new friend request. Quickly, Annabel hit accept and her screen shimmered with a familiar face. Mouth agape, Annabel stared at the features of her friend who smiled guilelessely back from her phone.

Bubbly, chatty Sonya returned her gaze, her blue eyes sparkling with happiness, her broad smile baring a mouth full of perfect teeth, as the high collar of a brand new navy blue turtleneck gripped her neck tightly.

She frowned. Sonya wasn’t like the others. They were anonymous figures, devoid of all identity, reduced in her mind to nothing more than sexual objects that existed to satisfy her deliciously depraved urges.

But this was somebody she actually knew. Sonya was a friend. They’d known each other since college. Almost ten years. She’d even attended her wedding last summer with Mark.

Sonya was from before. Before she’d met Lauren. Before she’d learned just how much she liked girls.

Annabel felt the unsettling thoughts percolate through her arousal, her hands trembling.

Sonya was different.

She was real.

The woman who stared back from the screen in her hand had a name, a personality, a life. How horrified would Sonya be if she knew that Annabel was sitting half naked on a toilet, frenziedly masturbating to her picture?

She began to imagine her friends face now contorted with disgust.

Her arousal dimmed as a new emotion took its place.

Shame.

And something else.

Betrayal.

Annabel felt her eyes well up as she continued to gaze at Sonya.

What was she doing? What had she become?

Tears rolled down her cheeks as Annabel froze. Her mind was stupefied, numbed by the disturbing thoughts, her body shaking all over.

Annabel was staring to realise the depths of depravity into which she had sunk. What had she had become? She was sick.

Just then there was a loud click as the bathroom door lock was opened from the outside. Taking all the energy she could muster, Annabel somehow managed to drag her watery eyes away from the screen.

Lauren locked the door behind her.

Her vision blurred, Annabel stared dumbly at her lover who made no move to approach her. Lauren just stood there observing everything, her expression unreadable.

After a brief pause, Lauren’s heels clicked loudly on the tiles as she strode towards the cubicle in which Annabel sat, the petite woman looming over her.

“Show me,” she ordered quietly taking the phone from Annabel’s weak grasp, inspecting the image displayed upon it.

“Someone you know?” Lauren questioned, her hazel eyes flicking away from the screen to stare directly at Annabel.

Nodding numbly, Annabel sat passively as her lover’s gaze returned to Sonya’s photograph.

Licking her lips Lauren inspected Sonya’s photo. “Pretty,” Lauren remarked approvingly, before returning the phone.

Annabel stared dumbly up at the woman she loved, the tears slowly ebbing away, her vision clearing.

“You sent her the link?” Lauren asked now.

Bobbing her head once more, Annabel acknowledged that, at Lauren’s urging, Sonya had been one of the many friends and contacts she’d sent the special Gorgon introductory discount offer to.

“Good,” Lauren soothed, smiling lightly.

Her eyes were drying as the feeling of dread slowly dissipated as she listened to Lauren’s words. Annabel felt the reassuring sexual thrill that accompanied being in her lover’s presence reassert itself. Her fears dimmed and dimmed with every breath.

“She’s a lucky girl,” Lauren continued.

Quickly nodding her agreement, Annabel hung on her lover’s words, each one washing away more and more of the negative thoughts and emotions that had overwhelmed her. Slowly, she felt her confidence returning.

“You did the right thing by bringing her to the forum. She will make lots of new friends. She will be happy, just like you,” the powerful brunette woman pressed.

Lauren reached out, gently caressing Annabel’s cheeks, wiping away the moistness. She nuzzled her lover’s hands desperately, relishing the contact, greedy for more.

“You want to be happy, don’t you Annabel?”

Annabel, now tingling all over, quickly agreed. “Oh yes Lauren!”

Lauren’s smile broadened, her gleaming eyes signifying approval. “Very good. You deserve to be happy Annabel.”

“Yes Lauren,” she sighed contentedly. Deep down Annabel knew that it was true. Lauren would make her happy. She would protect her. Nothing bad would happen. That was why she loved her so much.

“You’re just a little bit confused Annabel,” Lauren continued softly. “Being attracted to girls is quite normal. It’s perfectly ok to have sexual fantasies about other women. It is quite harmless.”

Eagerly, Annabel agreed. Her lover was right. It was normal. Perfectly normal. This was just another aspect of her sexuality. Sexy women turned her on, and Sonya was very sexy. Previously she hadn’t seen that. But her eyes had been well and truly opened.

Nodding at the phone which Annabel held loosely in her hand, Lauren smiled conspiratorially. “She’s stunning,” her lover remarked with obvious approval as Annabel let out a melodious moan, surrendering to the pleasure which had returned with a vengeance.

“Don’t worry, I’m not jealous,” Lauren reassured her, winking playfully.

Her pussy sizzling with joy, Annabel sighed and fell deep into the hazel eyes of her girlfriend.

“It’s a real shame she’s not here now,” Lauren pouted in mock disappointment, her eyes glittering with meaning.

Her voice was deep, husky with arousal that matched Annabel’s own. “But I am.”

Annabel groaned, her body quaking as a wave of lust crashed through her.

With that Lauren slowly sank to her knees, her hands gently parting Annabel thighs, exposing her dripping snatch. Annabel shuddered in anticipation, her body already primed and eager to embrace the bliss that only Lauren could provide. Spreading her legs wide, she felt Lauren’s hot breath tickle against her needy sex.

Peering up from between her legs, her lover smirked as Annabel stared helplessly into her mesmerising eyes. “Lets have some fun,” Lauren urged. “Concentrate on her picture Annabel. I’ll do the rest.”

Without thinking, Annabel raised the phone up close to her face, using both hands to steady the shimmering image of her wonderful friend.

Squealing, she registered Lauren’s tongue slithering slowly, sensuously over her netherlips.

Her fears vanished immediately. The promise of pleasure obliterated all else.

The phone now clamped in her hands, Sonya’s smiling face stared dumbly back at her. Shuddering uncontrollably as Lauren’s dexterous tongue slid inside her, Annabel maintained her focus on the screen. Utterly oblivious to the perverted purposes to which her image was being used for, sweet, innocent Sonya’s digital smile never wavered.

Spluttering with pleasure as the tongue slid deeper into her, a howl of raw, primal need rose from the very depths of her being as Annabel unthinkingly ground her cunt into Lauren’s face, willing her lover to take her deeper and deeper into the ecstasy she craved.

Eyes locked on the phone, riding wave after wave of molten pleasure, Annabel felt her feelings about her friend shifting. Her thoughts and emotions were being reshaped, reordered, twisted into something else. She could feel it happening. But she had neither the desire or ability to stop or resist the process.

Particularly when the new thoughts held out so much promise.

It was always much better to submit unquestioningly to the new ideas and emotions that appeared in her mind.

The confusion evaporated like a faint morning mist being burned away by the hot sun on a warm summer’s day.

Sonya was sexy. So unbelievably sexy.

The more she stared at Sonya, the more Annabel realised that she had always been secretly attracted to her friend. For years she had suppressed her hidden desires. Lauren had finally freed her from the shackles of the heterosexual prison she had languished in for so long.

Everything was clear.

All the shared memories of ten years of friendship were meaningless. Memories of Sonya’s wedding day, her happiness as a new bride, dissolved. Her friend’s unique identity was irrelvant. Her sparkling personality discarded in a heartbeat.

Sonya was nothing to her. The grinning girl was a thing. Just something to focus on in order to gratify her urges.

Muscles twitching, body quaking uncontrollably, in her mind’s eye Annabel saw Sonya, kneeling between her legs, eating her out. She cried out in rapture. Every flick of Lauren’s tongue was fire itself. It was as if a vat of hot molten metal had been poured directly into her. Every cell of Annabel’s body burned brightly as the mind-numbing bliss consumed everything it touched.

The phone shook in her hands, blurring Sonya into nothingness. Her friend was just a sexual plaything.

A mere toy.

An object.

To be used.

For Annabel there was only pleasure.

There would always only be pleasure.

Eyes rolling back in her head, Annabel screamed deliriously in glorious surrender as the soul-consuming orgasm took her.