Chapter 6 -- Look What You Made Me Do
Madi
"Scott," I said, ignoring my girlfriend in the doorway for the moment. I knew I didn't have much time. I caressed Scott's face. He was confused, unsure what to do here.
"Madi, what's--"
"Scott.
Jigyasa,
" I said, softly but firmly. "You want to obey me."
"What did...you..." Scott's lean, muscular body glistened with sweat as he stood naked, sinking into a thoughtless daze before me as his trigger took hold. His thick cock pulsed with his heartbeat, shining and wet. "I want... nnh..."
"Madi?!" Nadja said. "The fuck?! What are you doing with this... this...!"
"Obey," I repeated to Scott, ignoring Nadja for the moment. I couldn't believe this was working, that I hadn't tried it sooner. "Don't move."
"I will obey," Scott said, fully entranced now. His back straightened.
"Soon," I whispered into his ear. "You're going to keep fucking me. Cum inside me. But for now I need you to wait here. Stay nice and blank for me."
"Yes. Wait here..." His cock jerked. "Blank..."
I turned to Nadja. Her gaze left Scott's cock and focused on me, burning with a mixture of rage and disgust.
"Nadja, honey, I'll explain everything. I--" I stopped. I opened my mouth, closed it, then tried again. The words wouldn't come out. Why couldn't I... Ohhh. Right.
That.
"
Madi...
" Nadja said, cheeks glowing pink. There was steel in her voice. Alright then. No other choice.
"Like I said," I began again, "I can explain. But first..." I walked toward her, concentrating, focusing on my breasts, moving my shoulders from side to side. "I need you to calm down... and watch my tits."
"Calm... need to... watch... No!" She shook her head, trying to tear her eyes away. I was nonplussed -- this was new. Nadja'd always had a strong will, and had been getting better at resisting me with each session, but she'd never broken free like this.
"I won't let you... let you..." She furrowed her brow, her eyes still going back and forth. It was cute, in a way. "You... uh... you can't..."
"Nadja, luv? Look at my tits," I said, jouncing and swaying them. Nadja's eyes went dull. She nodded.
Well, I amended with a smirk,
almost
broken free.
* * *
I sat with Nadja on the living room couch, waiting for her to wake. I'd tidied us both up, helped her out of her work scrubs and into her favorite nightshirt, then made us both a cup of tea. She was used to coming out of trance on her own, so I sat beside her, stroking her long blonde ponytail, whispering, reinforcing suggestions of calm and trust. She mumbled them back to herself as I waited. I didn't mind -- I hadn't planned for things to turn out this way this soon, and especially not all at once, so I could use a little downtime to plan. That, and I was still so horny from before, watching Scott go under as I triggered him. I slipped a hand under my emerald silk robe, feeling how wet I still was. I watched Nadja's long, bare legs as she chanted. I'd somehow never tried giving her a trigger like that... maybe I should... maybe she'd like to join us...
"Madhuri?" Nadja said, slowly coming awake. She looked down at herself, then at me, then around the room. "Why am I wearing--? How did we get out--?"
I reluctantly removed my hand from my pussy while I waited for Nadja to collect herself. This happened with her sometimes.
"Okay, so you did your thing to me again," she said at last. "That's obvious. We'll get to the why."
I simply nodded, letting her figure things out.
"And now we're dressed like," she motioned down at herself. "And we were in the bedroom, and now we're in the liv-- wait, you had a guy in there! Is he still in there?"
"Last I checked."
"And you... were fucking him, you little slut! And then you said something, did something to him! Like what you do..." Her eyes found my cleavage and I pushed my arms together, making it even deeper. It was almost a reflex by now, and Nadja calmed. "Like what you do to me."
"Yes, I was. And yes, I did. And yes, sort of. It's actually something I left in his head from earlier. I made it so he'll never remember when I use it. Makes things easier. He'll be alright, I just had to talk to you out here first. I'll explain everything. Come here." I motioned to her. "Storytime." She pillowed her head on my breasts, nuzzling them as I stroked her pale gold hair.
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you," I said. "I'm still putting it together myself. So it started that day I got stuck in the elevator. It was your birthday..."
* * *
I came to the end about half an hour later. A late-night breeze came through the windowscreen, surprisingly cool for this time of year. Nadja was curled up into me, making kittenish noises as I talked. I kissed her behind one ear. "The end," I said.
"So that's him? That... guy in there? From the elevator? One of your special cases?"
"That's him. Scott."
"And he can, what, make you fuck him? With his voice, his, ew... his scent?"
"He didn't..." I paused, looking for the right wording. "It's not like that, as far as we know. He doesn't
make
you do anything. It's more like... he takes something that's already there and brings it out. Heightens it."
"Let's hope that's all it is. And you don't..." Nadja paused, burying her nose into my chest. "You don't have feelings for him, do you? It's just sex? For science?" Her voice was muffled, small.
"No feelings," I said, my cheeks growing hot. I was glad she couldn't see my face. "Just sex. Just for science."
"Well okay," she said. "And so long as he makes you happy, Madi. If he doesn't, I'll break his legs."
"I know you will, Nadj." I patted her head. "All right, up you get. I need to go check on him."
Nadja straightened up, and I felt an odd pang of longing as her weight left me. I stood, and she moved to do the same.
"N-no!" I blurted. Nadja froze and gave me a quizzical look. "Um, you should stay here. We have to do this out here."
"I was just gonna come with," she said. "See if he needed anything. I mean, I
am
a nurse."
"No, it's... I should do it. It's my mess, and I don't want to throw him off. This is all confusing enough as is. I'll have him get cleaned up, then come out to meet you. Us, I mean."
"Ohhh... kay." She sat back down. "You're being weird, but I trust you."
"Thank you. I know. Besides, you and I need to talk a bit more first, while he's getting himself together. Before I go," I said, grabbing our forgotten mugs and heading for the stove to put the kettle on, "these are cold. Let me freshen them up."
* * *
After gathering my things from the nightstand, I instructed a still-entranced Scott to shower, then get dressed and come into the living room. I patted his cheek and he woke, looked down at his hard cock, over at where Nadja now wasn't, then at me. His eyes were expectant, hopeful. I said nothing, just shook my head. His face fell, dejected, almost... pouty. I raised his chin with a single finger.
"Yet," I said. "Soon," then walked out the door.
* * *
"...And here you are." I handed Nadja her favorite frog mug. "Made it nice and sweet, just the way you like it."
She tested the rim with her lips, then sniffed. "Too hot," she said, and placed it on the coffee table. "I'll give it a minute."
I took my seat, cradling my own mug and watching the steam curl, listening to the sound of shower through the door. I checked my phone. Plenty of time.
"He'll just be a minute," I said.
"So we're all on the same page now?" Nadja asked me now. "And he's all good with it?"
"More or less, I think." I took a minuscule sip of my tea. Nadja was right, it was too hot. "He told his girlfriend or whatever about me, he told me what's happened with them, I told him about these," I glanced down the tops of my breasts, hefting one with my free hand for emphasis. "And now you know his side." I blew on my tea and sipped again, tasting the sweetness, my thoughts going a bit cloudy. I had to stop myself from downing the rest. I put it back on the table. "Yeah. I think that's all of it."
Nadja raised her own mug, the ceramic frog smiling back at me. She took another sniff. "This does smell weird," she said, sipping. "And tastes... it tastes different. Not bad different, just..."
"I added a little drop of whiskey, like how you like sometimes?" I offered. "Or maybe the tea's a new blend?"
She took a longer drink. "Yeah... maybe... s'good, though..." She trailed off, her gray eyes going blank. "Whatever you did. Really, really good..."
