TRANCE, Inc. — Chapter 4
“Yes, Max, that’s what I’m saying.” The 18-year-old scowled cutely and actually stomped a dainty foot to punctuate her point as she paced back and forth, cellphone held up to her ear. “Carmen and I have officially decided we are leaving TRANCE, Inc.”
I lounged back on my sofa, letting my right arm encircle around the second gorgeous, crimson-haired teen. My left arm was already wrapped comfortably around the shoulders of my girlfriend, Amber, the busty blonde pornstar relaxing with her head against my chest. All of us were naked, the default dress code in my now slightly-overcrowded apartment.
“No, there isn’t anything you can say to convince us otherwise,” Daisy continued, her green eyes flashing. “We’ve been speaking to some of the other ladies and we know we’re not being treated fairly.”
There was a burst of expletives from the other end of the phone, but Daisy cut it off. “You’re not the boss, Max. That would be me and Carmen. We’ve made our decision. Just get it done.” She hit the red “End Call” button on the screen and the phone went dark.
“Alright, Master,” Daisy said cheerily as she turned back to me, her anger evaporating as quickly as it had appeared. It made me remember that she was, after all, an actress. “Max is going to let the company know Carmen and I are officially resigning.”
Max was Daisy and Carmen’s agent, the man responsible for handling the twins’ paychecks, booking their shoots and dealing with their production company — Teragon Regional and National Corporation for Entertainment, Incorporated, the top adult film production conglomerate in the country. The same company I worked for as a quality control agent.
“You know how hot it is when you get all assertive like that?” I asked, a grin slowly creeping across my face.
Daisy glanced down, her eyes locking on my swelling length. She licked her lips, eyes widening. She glanced back up at me. “May I, Master...?” she murmured, already gliding elegantly across the room to kneel at my feet.
I pursed my lips as if thoughtful, but then chuckled softly. “Of course, lover,” I murmured, and she dove forward, her skilled mouth wrapping around my girth. I sucked in a breath as if I’d just dived into a cold pool. Fuck that’s good... I thought. And this, I reminded myself, is why you came up with this plan in the first place. So you don’t have to worry about it all getting taken away.
The plan hadn’t been difficult to design. It was Sunday, just a day after I’d turned Victoria, my hot but bitchy boss, into my hypnotized loveslave. After I’d giving her the solid fucking she deserved, I had quickly interrogated the woman about the goings on at TRANCE, Inc. I wanted — needed — to find out what was happening at the company that was implanting all of their pornstars with hypnotized triggers that turned them into obedient, submissive bimbos with just a phrase.
Victoria hadn’t been much help, unfortunately — I supposed that because she had once been an actress herself she would have not been apprised of the details — but what she hadn’t said had given me some clues. One of the traits of a good quality control technician — and I prided myself on being good at my simple yet focus-intensive job — was the ability to notice details. After scores of hours watching video after video searching for flaws, anything that seemed out of place would virtually leap out at me. So based on what Victoria had and hadn’t been able to tell me, I suspected that at some point in the process of interviewing and acquiring new actresses, TRANCE implanted them with the trigger phrase. As the girls were filming their shoots, the actors could then turn them into perfect pornstar babes with a single sentence.
Fuck me... I thought, grunting as I struggled to control my rising pleasure. There came a point beyond which I was unable to continue pursuing a coherent line of thought. Looking down, with Daisy’s mouth bobbing rhythmically up and down in my lap, I realized I’d reached that point.
I ran my fingers through the young woman’s red hair. “That’s a good girl...” I murmured. I gasped when she moaned at the praise, the vibrations shivering up my rock hard shaft and seeming to tremble right through my body. “Shit shit shit...” I groaned and my head dropped back. Her hot, teenage mouth slid up and down my length, her lips pillowy and soft.
With my hand on the back of her head I urged her to go a little deeper and she obeyed, the head of my cock slipping easily into her throat as she swallowed me whole with expert skill. Her throat massaged my entire shaft as she swallowed again, and I could feel the heat of her breath on my skin as she took me in until her nose pressed against my stomach. She moved fractionally, just a few inches up and down, and I remained deep in her throat, the volcanically hot sheathe tight around me. Then, she slowly, slowly pulled back up, my glistening cock emerging an inch at a time from her mouth until I popped free.
“Fuckkk...” I groaned, clenching my fist and jamming it into my mouth. I struggled to control myself, not wanting this pleasure to end.
On either side of me, Amber and Carmen watched with fascination, their bodies rigid with arousal as each used her hands to desperately dive between her thighs and pleasure herself. I watched, fascinated, as Amber came, her huge, round breasts heaving, pink nipples erect at their peak, her body shuddering and her full lips parting with an ”Unggggh” of ecstasy.
Daisy gasped for breath, one hand immediately going to work and steadily jacking me off.
My brown eyes locked onto her green ones.
“Cum for me, Master...” she murmured, her other hand fondling my balls as she leaned forward so her breath was hot on my sensitive skin. She never looked away.
My body felt tight, my muscles ready to explode.
“Cum for your slutty little teenage whore...” The words dripped from her sculpted lips like honey, belying the debased, taboo nature of what she was saying.
I was struggling to breathe, her voice a pleasurable venom taking over my body.
“Cum in my mouth and down my throat and fill me up with your seed...”
I gasped as I came powerfully, my release sudden and overwhelming. My cock shuddered and my eyes squeezed closed as I felt Daisy’s mouth cover the tip of my shaft. As ropes of spunk rocketed from my tingling prick I heard my teenage loveslave moaning with bliss and felt her swallowing mouthful after mouthful of my hot, sticky seed.
“Ohmygod...” I managed to groan, before clenching my fists and another wave of pleasure hit me. Fuck... I thought, my mind somehow detaching from the situation as my body rapidly clenched and relaxed. They keep getting better and better at pleasing me... I grinned as my eyes flew open and the suction on my now-deflating cock disappeared.
Daisy was staring up at me, her mouth closed. As I watched, she parted her lips to show me the last mouthful of cum, before her eyes rolled back with pleasure and she tilted her head up, letting it slide down her throat.
“God...” I whispered almost reverently as I watched. “You are so hot...”
On either side of me, Amber and Carmen were writhing in orgasms of their own, their nubile bodies pictures of debauched glory.
And you’re all mine... I mused. My grin widened. Life is perfect.
Of course, it was at that moment that Daisy’s phone started buzzing on the coffee table, ruining the moment.
“Hello?” Daisy’s voice was cheery and bright as she picked up the phone. Her eyes sparkled mischievously at me as she scooped a stray strand of my cum from her chin and popped it into her mouth, sucking the finger silently and sensuously.
“Yes, this is Daisy...”
I looked away for a moment as I heard the voice on the other end of the line speak, but whirled back as I heard the teenager’s reply. Her voice was smooth and clipped, almost robotic. “Yes, sir. I hear and obey...”
Daisy’s eyes were wide open and glassy, her posture suddenly erect and rigid. She looked almost doll-like, perfectly calm and empty of will.
The voice spoke again, but before I could snatch the phone away from her, Daisy simply replied, “Yes, sir,” and ended the call.
I stared at the teenager, her slim, sexy figure straight and still. As I watched, she suddenly moved, walking purposively towards the door out of the room.
“Daisy! Wait! What’s going on?” I raised a hand to stop her but the 18-year-old didn’t even seem to hear me. She walked past my outstretched hand, disdaining my command, and out of the living room.
As I stood swiftly, my cock swaying loosely between my thighs, I suddenly felt a spike of worry shoot down my spine.
What had I gotten us all into? I’d expected Daisy and Carmen to be called in by someone. That was all part of the plan. But not this quickly. And I hadn’t even considered the idea that the girls might have more trigger phrases that I didn’t know about — ones that were somehow powerful enough to make my control over them completely evaporate.
I left Amber back at the apartment with Victoria, who’d been napping and had slept through the entire drama, but I was unable to convince Carmen to stay behind. Together, she and I had piled into my old, rickety car and pulled out of the apartment complex’s garage. We were following Daisy, who had quickly dressed herself, ignoring my attempts to snap her out of her trance, and taken the elevator down to the garage and her sleek red convertible.
The one thing I had been able to do was call Carmen’s phone with Daisy’s and stick the latter in the young pornstar’s pocket. At least now we could hear every bump of the road and swish of fabric as Daisy drove silently and single-mindedly down the road towards TRANCE, Inc. headquarters.
This was a road I’d taken hundreds of times, and as my body started driving on autopilot my mind started to worry about Carmen. What would happen when we got to TRANCE? Would she want to rush out and save her sister even if we needed to stay back and do surveillance? I glanced sideways, but Daisy’s twin was just staring fixedly at the red car in front of us, biting her nails nervously.
You could have ordered her to stay, one part of my mind grumbled, probably the tiny, red-skinned and Satanic version of Chance that I imagined poofing into existence on my left shoulder.
She’s just worried about her sister! the other side argued back, probably the halo-wearing angelic version that poofed into existence on my right. Don’t be a dick.
“It’ll be alright, won’t it, Chance?” Carmen asked, glancing over at me. Her green eyes were clouded with worry, and my heart went out to her. This was technically the first time she’d seen her sister entranced, and it couldn’t have been easy for her.
Hell, I thought. Even when I trigger them the trance doesn’t turn them all vacant and robotic.
In spite of myself, I felt blood rushing below my belt to begin swelling my cock as I had the thought. I heard Daisy’s voice echo back in my mind. “Yes, sir. I hear and obey...” and I saw her erect posture and empty, vacant eyes.
Fuck. Focus up! Mini-angel Chance snapped. I glanced back at the road, ignoring Carmen’s searching gaze but nodding assuredly. “It will,” I said, hoping my voice sounded firm and confident. “We’ll get your sister back and deal with whatever bastard did this to her.“
I was surprised when Carmen leaned in and gave me a kiss.
“Thank you, Chance,” she murmured, her green eyes seeming so wide and innocent.
It’s not like you’re much better than that ‘bastard.’ The mini-devil snorted. You’re just pissed that someone took your woman.
I tried not to snarl back in response. So maybe I was biased. Maybe I didn’t like it when anyone but me was messing with Daisy’s head. I’m a hypocrite, I told myself. Sue me.
The devilish half of my subconscious didn’t deign to reply.
Then, we pulled up in front of TRANCE.
Daisy’s red convertible was already there, parked in one of the few spots directly before the building, and her erect form was walking smoothly and robotically through the automatic sliding doors of the lobby. From Carmen’s phone, currently on speakerphone, I could hear the sound of her heels click-clicking on the floor as she crossed the lobby and then heard the ding of the elevator.
Shit. I suddenly realized we would have no way of knowing what floor Daisy might be going to, or where in the vast building complex she would be headed to meet the person who had triggered her into her current state.
“Fuck,” I grunted. I turned into the massive parking structure, almost as tall as the headquarters building itself, and circled up level after level until I was about halfway. Through Carmen’s phone, the elevator dinged open.
The red-haired teen was staring at it worriedly, no doubt wondering where her sister was, what she was doing and what kind of sinister conversation awaited her.
I parked, then fished in the glove compartment for binoculars. The large building before me was, luckily, built with a modern aesthetic, which meant that almost all of the front was glass. Offices all the way up were glass-walled with curtains to keep out the glare. On the weekend, they were all open to the sunlight. What floor is she on? I demanded of myself, scanning row after row of windows, peering through to examine offices and cubicles with laser-like intensity. Who could she possibly be going to see? Who would deal with someone about to end their contract with the company? All I could do was guesstimate based on Daisy’s time in the elevator and a hunch that it would be someone from human resources (12th floor), and I got lucky.
Daisy’s slim, toned physique was walking robotically into an office on the twelfth floor. For a moment, I couldn’t tell whose it was, but then I realized.
“Fuck...” I said out loud, my jaw clenching. I could sense Carmen’s eyes on me with a focused intensity. “Not good.”
Hello, Daisy.
The voice of Mike Lassiter, TRANCE, Inc.’s director of talent management, came clearly through the speakers of Carmen’s phone as I lowered the binoculars incredulously.
Hello, sir.
Daisy’s voice had the same monotone, robotic quality that had surprised me back at my apartment.
As Lassiter greeted my teenage lover, my mind went into overdrive. I had already guessed that the directors of TRANCE were the ones behind the trigger implants, it just made sense. But Lassiter was basically a legend at the company. He was the one attributed with poaching the brightest stars from other production companies, convincing them to work with TRANCE and eschew their previous commitments. He was one of the men who had built the foundations for the company’s videos to become some of the most-viewed on the internet.
Well, I thought wryly. Now I know how he convinces starlets and stars alike to come join TRANCE. He must have some way to hypnotize the women he negotiates with.
I listened in on the conversation through Daisy’s pocket, and Lassiter skipped any preamble.
I hear you and your sister are thinking of leaving TRANCE. His voice was deceptively calm.
Yes, sir.
I was glad, at least, that Daisy didn’t tell the man about my plan.
I raised the binoculars, and watched through the large window of Lassiter’s office.
Daisy was standing before his desk, still as a statue, and the man was sitting on the edge of it. As I observed from the parking structure, Lassiter twisted, reached across the desk and turned the monitor of his desktop to face Daisy. From far away, I couldn’t exactly tell what was on the screen, but it looked like a bunch of flashing shapes and lights like a strange desktop background. Even from this distance, I could see Daisy’s body stiffen further as her eyes locked onto the screen.
There must be some sort of subliminal encoding in the images, I reasoned, and strained my ears to hear what might be going on in the room through Carmen’s phone.
Good girl... I heard Lassiter murmur, and I fought down a growl. I felt a strange protectiveness for the teen, as messed up as that might be given what I had done to her.
She’s mine, you fucker, I thought, and the mini-demon on my shoulder laughed at the hypocrisy.
Then, Lassiter hit a button on his keyboard and sound started to flow out of the computer as well. It sounded like some sort of music — an EDM or techno beat, like I might hear at a dance club (if I were social enough to ever patronize such establishments) — but as I listened closer I felt like I could catch words on the edges of my hearing. They were subtle and quiet, but definitely there.
Through my binoculars, I saw Daisy’s body suddenly go limp, like whatever cord had been supplying her robotic body with energy had been unplugged. At the same time, I heard a gasp of breath from beside me. Lowering my optics, I glanced over to the passenger seat, where I saw Carmen slumped over with her hair tumbling over her face and her curved breasts rising and falling slowly and evenly.
Oh fuck, I thought, as I realized that whatever music Lassiter was playing had got to her as well. And the only reason it hasn’t affected me is that I was never programmed with the video and music at the same time...
I shook Carmen’s shoulder lightly, but didn’t want to rough her out of it. I didn’t know what kind of damage it might do to teen’s mind if she were suddenly snapped out of a deep trance state.
Once again, your lack of knowledge is killing you, I registered angrily. It made sense, I realized. Everything must be in that video, I thought. They just show it to new recruits, plant the triggers deep in their minds and then have them go on into the production side of things, never aware of what happened.
As the music played on, Daisy and Carmen started to speak at the same time, their voices smooth and robotic.
At the sound of their voices, I couldn’t help myself as blood rushed straight to my swelling cock, pushing insistently against the fabric of my pants.
“I will obey...” the girls murmured softly.
I watched Carmen’s soft, pliable lips as her voice droned softly. ”I will listen and obey... I have no mind. I have no will. I cannot leave. I live to serve...“
Jesus you’re hot... Without even thinking about it, I unzipped my pants and let my fingers extricate my throbbing cock from its restraints. It was already straining and erect, my skin hot and sensitive to the touch as I began to slowly stroke up and down my length.
Raising the binoculars, I saw Lassiter rise from his chair and strip out of his jacket, reaching down and undoing his belt. His cock sprang free, sizable and erect, and I watched as he stepped up behind Daisy and pushed her down over his desk.
Daisy moved slowly and fluidly, her body arching compliantly and presenting her pert teenage ass up for her boss’s pleasure.
Oh, yeah... I heard Lassiter groan through Daisy’s phone. He reached out and spread her ass, baring her shaved sex to his hungry eyes.
I should have felt angrier. I should have felt the natural, testosterone-induced protectiveness of an alpha male over my young, hypnotized lover. But I was too turned on to do anything other than fist my cock up and down, my body tense with electric arousal.
I’ll deal with Lassiter later, I decided, completely irrationally. He’ll get what’s coming to him for messing with what’s mine.
Carmen continued beside me, her lips parted as she slowly breathed and spoke. “I cannot leave. My body is yours. My mind is yours. My mouth is yours. My ass is yours. My tits are yours. My pussy is yours...”
I raised my binoculars to my eyes once again and felt a strange voyeuristic surge of excitement. I watched people fuck on screen for a living, but somehow this was both more intimate and more arousing than anything I’d watched before. With one hand rising and falling in my lap, I enjoyed the view as the TRANCE, Inc. director sank balls deep inside Daisy’s willing pussy with a primal growl.
Fuck yes, he groaned, and I groaned in concert. I was lucky I’d already muted Carmen’s end of the line, otherwise he would definitely have heard the panting of my breath as the air blew in and out of my lungs faster and faster.
I had forgotten how indulgent it felt to touch myself. In a strange way, I was better at it than any of my girls. After all, I was the one who knew exactly what to do.
Besides, I reasoned as I leaned back in the drivers seat and my hand sped up as I fisted my thick cock. It’s not like I can do anything until Lassiter’s gone anyway. I was confident enough, at this point, to feel that whatever TRANCE’s director of talent management was doing to Daisy, I could undo. So I just relaxed and enjoyed the ride.
With one of my hypnotized teenage playthings under another man’s control and the second whispering the hottest submissions I could imagine beside me, I closed my eyes and enjoyed the moment.
Honestly, stealing Lassiter’s mind control video was way easier than it should have been. Then again, not many people can hack through industrial-grade password or into encrypted video feeds to erase security footage.
What can I say? I watch porn all day. I needed a hobby to distract myself.
When the director of talent management had finished fucking Daisy and left her standing in his office with instructions to awaken after 30 minutes and return home, Carmen and I had rushed into the TRANCE building. Even without being previously programmed, as I entered the room and felt the music wash over me I had to grit my teeth and clench my fists to ignore the sudden urge to close my eyes and stand very still, listening as my mind was reprogrammed. I’m glad I hadn’t looked at the computer screen, because whatever shapes and colors flashed on the screen would probably have gotten to me. As we’d come in, Carmen had almost slumped back down into a trance, but I’d shaken her slightly and reminded her of her orders — don’t look at the computer screen and don’t register any sounds but my voice.
It worked.
That’s right. I’m basically an evil mastermind.
After checking to make sure Daisy was going to be alright, I muted the music that was playing through the powerful speakers Lassiter had set up in his office. Then, I was playing a quick game of “Find the Source of the Evil Mind Control Track.” When I noticed a chunky, lime green USB stick inserted into Lassiter’s computer, I thought it was too good to be true, but as soon as I pulled it out, the music stopped and the screen went dark.
Ten minutes later, Daisy, Carmen and I were piled into my car and driving home, leaving Daisy’s red convertible alone in the parking lot outside of TRANCE, Inc. My girls were confused, scared and maybe a little bit in shock. They had been mindwiped and controlled, their bodies used over and over for pleasure and simple obedience.
My feelings were a lot simpler. After watching all of that, there was really only one emotion a kinky, red-blooded man would feel.
Damn was I horny...
I paced back and forth in the living room. It was later in the evening, and I’d told Amber and Victoria that it was time for them to put the teenagers to bed since I needed a few moments to focus. From the other room, I could hear the lustful moans that accompanied their bedtime ritual as four pornstars enjoyed themselves in my single, king-sized bed. I forced myself to ignore the rising desire in my body that pulled me towards the wanton sounds.
“Damn it, Chance,” I muttered, clenching my fists. “Think!” I clutched the lime green USB device between my fingers, the plastic smooth against my skin. I slowly released the tension and let my palm fall open so I could stare at the small, powerful object.
I need to figure out how you work, I spoke to it silently, pursing my lips as I scowled. How to break your hold over my girls. How to protect myself from your influence. How to use you to my advantage...
I was fairly sure that I had wiped all traces of our intrusion from the TRANCE, Inc. security tapes — if I hadn’t I was fired for sure, and maybe worse — but if I hadn’t then I had less than 24 hours before Lassiter returned on Monday morning, realized his hypnosis video drive was gone and deduced that someone had figured out what he was up to. He would not be happy. And powerful men are dangerous when they’re unhappy.
“So...” I said out loud. “What’s the best way to investigate the power of a dangerous, mind-altering hypno-video...?” My cock throbbed with need, and I heard Daisy’s voice whisper in my mind. Yes, sir. I hear and obey...
I can’t think when I’m like this, I reasoned, nodding my head. My cock was a sizable bulge in my sweatpants, straining against the soft fabric at my crotch. I need to relax, get my mind off of... I turned to continue my pacing and suddenly, Amber was standing in the doorway.
My girlfriend wore nothing but one of my old teeshirts and an itty bitty thong that barely covered her freshly-shaved snatch. Her huge tits strained against the shirt, raising it so that it left her smooth midriff bare. Her nipples were hard with excitement, obvious through the thin fabric, and her full lips were wet. She was a vision of sex, a goddess of sensuality. My mind went blank as a jolt of arousal shot through me so hard it was practically a physical force.
The blonde goddess before me licked her lips slowly, her eyes burning into mine. “Hello, lover,” she murmured, sashaying into the room in her bare feet, long legs still managing to give her the rolling gate of a runway model.
“D-did you...?” I stumbled over my own words, my previous state of need overwhelmed by a new heat as hot as a roaring fire.
“Put the twins to bed?” Amber asked with a wink.
I nodded dumbly. Somewhere I realized that this was what I needed to help me focus — a release of tension.
“Oh yes...” my girlfriend told me with an undisguised purr of satisfaction. “The girls are all tucked in.”
I could only imagine how pleasurable it had been for Daisy and Carmen to be tucked in by Amber and Victoria, two gorgeous bombshells.
“They had a long day...” I managed to mutter, before Amber reached me and silenced me by standing up on her toes and kissing me full on the mouth. I growled, hands running down her back to grasp her full ass.
She moaned, melting against me, her round tits mashed up against my chest. Her tongue darted into my mouth and I could taste the sweet, tart delicious flavor of the twins on her lips.
We broke apart, gasping as if we’d both just sprinted a 100-yard dash.
Taking Amber by the hand, I led her over to the couch and we sank down onto it, the pillows sinking down comfortably under our weight.
My pornstar girlfriend’s eyes flickered up and down my body, bright and observant. “What’s wrong, baby?” she murmured, biting her lip in a way that was somehow both worried and incredibly sexy. “You’re so tense.”
I sighed and ran a rough palm over my face. “I’m pretty worried about what happened earlier,” I admitted, and Amber nodded, her wavy blonde hair falling over her shoulders.
“Talk to me...” she murmured, shifting her weight and drawing her feet up under her on the couch. In that moment, she didn’t just look like god’s greatest gift to mankind. She looked like a concerned girlfriend, and I felt something open up inside of me.
So, for what felt like the first time, I did what normal guys do with their normal girlfriends... I talked to her about my problems. I explained what I knew was going on at TRANCE, how she and the other women had been hypnotized and brainwashed, that Daisy had been my bait to draw out the culprit and that the red-haired teen had been reprogrammed and fucked right in front of me by one of the TRANCE executives.
Amber listened sympathetically, never seeming concerned by the fact that she now knew for a fact that she was only my girlfriend by dint of hypnotic suggestion. Then again, I hadn’t expected her to freak out. I’d done some programming of my own — given her suggestions to be loyal and honest — to make sure our relationship stayed stable. What I hadn’t expected was for her to be such a good listener. It made me realize that there was something to the woman beyond just her fabulous good looks.
Something to think about, the miniature angel Chance muttered from my shoulder, and I gave him a mental nod. Something to think about, indeed.
When I was done, I fished in my pocket and pulled out the USB drive. “So now,” I finished, “I have less than 24 hours to figure out what exactly this drive does and how to protect myself and you girls against it. I need to come up with a plan to turn it against Lassiter and whoever else the guy works for. Currently, my only advantage is that they don’t know that I know what’s going on. Once they figure out that someone is on to them they’ll be more careful and I’ll lose the element of surprise.” I shrugged lamely. “I guess I just don’t know what to do and I haven’t been able to come up with a plan...” I frowned slightly and furrowed my brow, waiting on my girlfriend’s reaction.
She surprised me with her insight. “And...?” Amber asked, a smile curving her lips as she leaned forward, her hand resting lightly on my thigh.
The erection that had subsided as I had talked through my dilemma perked up immediately, blood flowing from my brain back down below the waistband of my sweatpants. I scowled playfully and growled. “And I can’t fucking think when I’m this turned on...”
Amber nodded, her eyes fixing on the growing tent in my pants. She licked her lips with unconscious sensuality, and I felt my mouth go dry. “I feel protective of the twins, too,” she agreed, her eyes flicking back up to mine for a moment. “In a big-sisterly kind of way.”
I nodded as the blonde pornstar let her fingers drift up my inner thighs, her nails making goosebumps on my skin even through the heavy cotton sweats.
“So whatever you need,” she continued firmly, “I’m going to help.” Her starlit blue eyes grew even brighter as she suddenly smiled. She bit her lip and her hands stopped moving as she looked up into my face. “And I think I know what we need to do.”
It was the work of a moment for me to download the contents of Lassiter’s USB onto my personal computer, and from there onto my smartphone. The strange video — full of flashing shapes, colors and seemingly random images — fought to capture my attention, but I forced myself to focus elsewhere and I kept the hypnotically ensnaring soundtrack muted for the entire process.
Finally, I plugged in my generic white earphones. “Are you sure about this?” I asked Amber as I plopped back down next to her and my girlfriend scooted up beside me. She brushed back her hair and put the white buds into her ears.
She shivered, and I knew it wasn’t because she was feeling cold. Her nipples were still pressed up against the soft fabric of my teeshirt, straining with arousal. The busty blonde ground her thighs together, staring at my dark phone screen with anticipation. ”Yes...” she murmured softly, and I couldn’t believe how hot she looked. She flashed me a look before refocusing on the device. “It’ll be okay,” she said, rolling her eyes. “You’re here, right?“
I gulped and nodded, somehow suddenly feeling incredibly nervous. This was her idea, I reminded myself. Use the video and soundtrack on her and experiment to figure out how it works and what it does... I felt a tinge of worry, but swallowed it back down. She’s with me, I agreed. She’ll be totally safe.
“Okay, then,” I muttered, squeezing my own legs together around my thick, erect shaft.
If you’re so worried, my miniature Chance devil asked craftily, then why are you so turned on?
I ignored him and shifted back, just to be safe, so that I wouldn’t be watching the screen as the video started. Then, at my nod of approval, Amber unlocked the device and hit play.
The flashing colors and lights immediately washed over her face in the twilit living room, and her eyes widened. My girlfriend’s plump lips parted softly as she gasped, and then her entire body went rigid. Her expression froze, her eyes locked on the screen.
“Amber?” I asked, leaning forward and peering into her empty features. “Are you okay?” I’m not sure she even heard me.
“I will obey...” As she spoke, her lips curved around the words in a sultry, beckoning tone. Her eyes remained blank, her expression devoid of thought or will. “I will listen and obey...”
I made a sound somewhere between a growl and a cough as I fought to control myself. I wasn’t sure what it was, but the way Amber’s body was suddenly straight and rigid, her body presented for me in the scant clothes... And the way her voice was suddenly monotone, thoughtless and empty and robotic...
“God I want you...” I muttered, my eyes darting to her heaving tits and her spread knees where she knelt on the couch.
“I have no mind,” she continued, not registering my voice or words. “I have no will. I cannot leave. I live to serve...”
My cock as throbbing as angry, roaring need powered through my body. In that moment, Amber was no longer the girlfriend who had patiently and thoughtfully listened to my worries and offered a solution. She was a mindless fuckdoll provided purely for my use and pleasure. And she was going to love it.
Her lips continued to move, words flowing steadily between them. “I cannot leave. My body is yours. My mind is yours. My mouth is yours. My ass is yours. My tits are yours. My pussy is yours...”
I leaned forward and pulled the earbuds from her ears, amazed at how quickly and deeply the video had taken her into the trance. That’s some powerful stuff, I thought, worried for a moment about what kind of people might be behind such a potent creation. Then, my senses absorbed my pornstar girlfriend — the scent of her arousal, the sight of her blank expression and empty blue eyes, the sound of her soft, panting breath — and I pushed those concerns aside. Later, I thought. For now...
“On your knees, slut,” I ordered, my voice sharp and commanding.
Eyes never focusing, Amber nodded her head, wavy hair bobbing. “Yes, sir. I hear and obey.” She moved with precise, controlled movements, fluidly kneeling by the sofa and resting back on her heels between my own spread legs.
I shucked my sweatpants hurriedly, my fully-erect cock a rod of hot steel as it sprang free from its constraints and stood up straight as a flagpole. I was practically panting with need, all of the pent up desire from the day roaring to life in an inferno of lust. “Get rid of the top,” I told Amber, “then jack me off.” My eyes devoured her lush figure as the blonde sex goddess fluidly gripped my teeshirt by the hem and pulled it over her head, her round tits bouncing free.
My hypnotized girlfriend leaned forward, her breath hot on my cock as I lifted my hips slightly, unable to restrain myself. Her soft hand wrapped around my girth, her fingers beginning to slide up and down slowly, expertly.
“Tell me what you are,” I groaned, my balls tightening as the pornstar let her tongue dart out and glide over the broad helm of my length, using her own saliva as lubricant to increase the speed of her up and down rhythm.
For the first time since the flashing lights had ensnared Amber’s mind and senses, a spark of life showed on her face. It was the ghost of a smile — not a sweet, innocent twinkle but rather hinting at a smoking hot expression of ardor. “Yes, sir...” she replied breathlessly, licking her sculpted lips with her pink tongue.
I groaned as she drew her tongue once again teasingly over the head of my shaft.
“I am yours...” she murmured, hand speeding up. “I’m your slut, your fuckdoll, your brainwashed plaything...” The blank emptiness in her wide blue eyes drew me in, and I felt my own mouth drop open as I sighed with ecstasy.
“I am mindless...” Her lips caressed the word like I imagined them caressing my cock, wrapping around it and pleasuring it before letting it slip free. “I have no will, no thoughts... Just an obedient bimbo sextoy for your pleasure...”
My prick was rock hard in her hand, straining for release. The head was purple and engorged, and I knew what I needed. “Fuck me...” I managed to gasp, barely in control.
For the second time, I saw the hint of a smile. “Yes, sir,” my bimbofied plaything replied robotically, “I hear and obey...”
I felt the tension ease out of my body for a moment as Amber released her hold on my cock, standing smoothly before me and sliding her barely-there thong off her long, toned legs. I took in a swift breath. Ohmygod... I thought. Ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod...
Then, the blonde tossed her hair over her shoulders and swung one knee over my lap, rocking her hips forward so that her shaved mound brushed lightly against my quivering length.
I made a strangled noise of desire, and then, with one of her hands on my shoulder for balance, Amber guided me to her entrance and sank down on top of me. Straddling my lap, my pornstar girlfriend let out a gasp, her mouth opening wide as her body shuddered.
I realized as her pussy clenched around my shaft that she had just orgasmed, her muscles tightening and releasing spasmodically as she began to ride my cock up and down.
“Yes, sir...” she whimpered, her voice high as her body squeezed tight. “You own my body, you own my pussy, you own my mind and my devotion...”
My hands gripped her hips instinctively, lifting her up before driving her back down and thrusting myself deep into her core.
Amber’s voice dissolved as she collapsed, her face burying itself in my shoulder as I began to pump up and down. Her pussy was divine, her inner walls hot and wet and tight around me. I sheathed my length in her core and felt myself massaging the barriers of her elastic tunnel. I growled and moved faster, harder, pounding up into her body like a reverse jackhammer.
“Yesyesyes...” I felt my plaything cum again as she gasped out the words, her senses overwhelmed by my relentless assault.
Her body gripped my cock tightly, the muscles of her pussy massaging my entire shaft and begging me to let go, to fill her up with my essence. My body, aching for release for hours, finally had enough. With a grunt and a rippling spasm of tensing muscles, I came. The orgasm ripped through me, flashing white across my vision for a moment as my balls tightened and my cock twitched and unleashed my seed. A long, wordless groan escaped my lips and I leaned forward to kiss Amber’s neck hard enough to leave a mark.
I held myself there for several long moments, panting as my body rode the aftershocks of tectonic pleasure. Then, I pulled back. Looking down, I reached over and picked up my phone, turning off the dangerously hypnotic video. “Well...” I rasped aloud, my throat suddenly dry. “I guess it’s time to figure out what this thing can do...”