A Mind To Capture

'Stare deeper...'

'Deeper...'

'Fall further into it... Let yourself go to the pleasure.'

'Further... Pleasure...'

'Let it suck you down, let it suck your mind away in bliss.'

'mind away... Bliss...'

'Let your head empty as it takes over. Become a submissive slut for me.'

'Empty... Submissive... Slut...'

'You know the mantra. It will let you cum when you obey completely.'

'Mantra... I obey... I serve... I obey... I serve... I obey... I ser-se-'

The second half of the word drowned in a gurgle as the hypnotized female submitted to the programming and let herself go, her explosive orgasm instantly and immeasurably rewarding her for her obedient repetition of her slave mantra. Shaking on the floor where she knelt beside her instructor, despite being ordered to stay still, she shivered and tensed, her legs straining to close around a pleasure-giving object that did not exist between them, her naked chest shaking and shivering, the motion bouncing erect nipples about atop rounded mounds of creamy white.

Beside her, stroking her hair and running impeccable fingers over her body was her instructor, cooing and hushing her victim beside her. As the woman shook and moaned through her reward, her instructor lazily looped a hand about the woman's crotch and scooped a sampling of her juices up to sample. Plenty more of the stuff dripped from the woman's saturated cunt as her orgasm began to subside and she rode the wave down. Turning to face the doorway behind her, the instructor gave a wink to the two people standing in it before blowing them a kiss with the wetted hand.

'I won't be long, boys.'

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A few minutes later, the instructor exited the room, closing the door to the sound of her subject erupting once again. As she moaned loudly around gasped exclamations of her mantra, the audible sound of a wetness hitting a wet fabric - such as carpet - could just be heard. The woman stepped through the door and closed it, muffling the orgasmic audio.

'So. What did you think?' she asked the two men standing before her. Casually, she played at her skirt line, seemingly re-adjusting herself as though she were uncomfortable. She tucked a few stray strands of hair behind her ear and straightened her glasses on her nose.

'It's an interesting operation. What's your turn around? Twenty a week?'

'Fifteen is my average, but it fluctuates. We're pushing 22 this season already.'

'And their retention rate?'

'Phenomenal. The extra

intervention

helps them more quickly acclimatise the physical with the mental, they become expectant of the sensations, come to know what they mean. I suspect many of yours would require extra

training

to be able to appropriately appreciate a woman's caress?'

'Ours function perfectly, but thank you for the concern.'

'Mmm, I bet yours do.' With a glance and a wink, the hypnotist insinuated the crotches of the two males. 'You wouldn't happen to have any of those enhancements

they

were looking at funding, now would you?'

'We don't like to mix business with pleasure, Madame Ruviera, but again, thank you for the offer.'

'In our line of work, darling, our business

is

pleasure. It only makes sense to practise both often.' She glanced somewhat longingly down at the pants front of the male she determined likely had the biggest package. 'A shame. I know some extremely convincing slaves we could engage the use of, not to mention hypnotic assistance. The things you can do with a clicker or a chain...'

'With respect, we've seen all we need to. We appreciate the demonstration, Madame - we'll be in touch soon about the potential acquisition.' The pair turned to leave the female. As they stepped away, one turned back, handing her a card out of his top pocket.

'Contact us if you see any opportunities that might interest us.' She took the card, placing the edge against her pouting lip. She winked, and watched the man leave.

Turning and tucking the card deep into her shirt, Madame Ruviera made her way back to her slave's training room, already hooking her thumbs under her skirt's hem. Swinging the door open, she stepped inside, her skirt falling from her waist as she walked towards the entranced female, revealing no underwear had been on beneath her garments. Her hypnotic hips swayed back and forth as she approached the unknowing female, still staring blankly into the deepest depths of a spinning, swirling spiral on the laptop screen before her. When the screen was replaced with a hairless slit, she didn't hesitate. Her programming slipped easily into gear in her head and she wordlessly leaned forward and attached two suckling lips to the standing woman's cunt, soaking up her juices and licking deeply into her body to lap up any more that resided inside. The fingers that slipped into the female underneath those lips were only an addition to the bliss, and Madame Ruviera didn't have the free space in her rapidly pleasure-filling mind to care about the laptop as she crumbled onto the coffee table under the weight of her slave's oral endeavours.

She just had time to reach out and grasp the clicker from the chair near by the slave as the sexy young thing's lashing tongue and sawing fingers brought her to, and over, the edge, and as she clamped her legs around the sex slave's ears and pushed her deeper into her crotch with her free hand, she squeezed the mechanism in the other and instantly heard the muffled moan and distant splattering of her working-woman's orgasm smashing through her as she shook at her crotch. The pair came together, one, a slave fulfilling her orders, the other an enslaver, fulfilled by her slave's programming.

@ @

'Should we bother?'

'At the end of the day, she's running a rival operation.' The two talked as they exited the front yard of the unbecoming property and strode towards their car.

'Yeah, but we could also use her as a front. Have her be our Base Of. - if the shit hits it, her amateur hypno club gets clapped, her slaves are rehabilitated, and she's put in someplace with lots of pads and no windows. Either that, or rehab herself.'

'You think maybe we can do more with her under our control?'

'Undoubtedly so. She doesn't even need personality training - just cut straight to the reprogramming, let her own personality run the rest. She won't even know she's obeying us until she's being sold at the auctions or stepping into a squad car for us.'

'On that. What's she worth? Would she be of more value to us simply selling as stock at the sales?'

'Not really. She's got shape for sure, and natural lust, but what does natural lust have to do in a slave? No, she's a bit on the older end and, if she engages her product as much as it sounds like she does, she's probably pretty average downstairs as well. We trade plenty of stock, its diversification we need to pursue, as you know.'

'Then we implant her systems and have her brought around remotely.'

'No. Bring her in, do it personally. If she values the

touch

so much, she'll respond extremely well to the test flight of our own instructors - the program's supposed to produce hypno inductors and trainers, and what better test than on her.'

'Just a submission program then?'

'Just to put her under.'

'Right. Let's do it in person, have her as deep as possible when we take her in.'

'Agreed. Worst case, she goes on exactly as she is now, except every time she ships one out, they come to us. Net gain.'

The two stepped into the car and pulled away, heading for their office to plan the attack on the amateur hypnotist's operation and recruit agents.

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Deep into the night, Madame Ruviera's downstairs basement-come-lounge lay silent. Slumped across the couch, half draped in a blanket, her slave slept, still smelling of sex and sweat, her hairline greasy, her skin glistening. In the corner on a bed, covered up under blankets, Ruviera slept, her eyes covered by a nightcap. A gentle snore came from Ruviera's corner. The slave twitched. A sleep light on the laptop's closed body glinted in the darkness.

The dark hands gently slipped the cups of the headphones over Ruviera's ears, carefully resting them into place on her head. The phone they were attached to floated into place in front of her head, ready. The holder of the phone tapped play. Ruviera didn't wake.

Having crept down the stairs from the inside, they had found it surprisingly easy to get in. Carla, an advanced hypnotism subject and personal assistant to the two owners of their business, stood alongside Nathan, her partner and himself a hypnotism subject. Both people had been heavily 'rooted' by hypnosis, their minds deeply affected by it with methods variously referred to as 'non-invasive' or 'non-changing' mind wipe or hypnosis. Although it has many applications, and is in fact the most commonly thought of form of hypnosis, the type employed on Carla and Nathan enabled complete control and implantation of ideas in their brains, without altering or removing any of their personalities or skills. It was quick, effective if done right, and turned an already desirable person into your greatest ally, an enemy into a friend, or even a straight to a gay.

'I think she's just about onto it. It said the 5 minute mark.'

'Okay, turn the video on. I'll lift her nightcap.' Carla whispered back to Nathan. As he turned the screen to himself and tapped play on a still image of the very familiar swirling lights and colours, Carla gently raised the nightcap off Ruviera's eyes, revealing open, placid stares.

'She's under. Let her have it.' Nathan held the screen in the direct gaze of Ruviera's sight and watched the reflection of the lights in her pupils, swirling and melding, blending into itself, each colour forming another that then melded perfectly into another.

Carla pushed on his cheek, turning him away. Nathan blinked, nodded, and looked at the back of the phone, keeping an eye on Ruviera's progress from a distance. Once tranced, a subject always slips quicker into the safe space their mind creates when they're under, and the closer the method of hypnosis is to the last, the quicker still. Even the sight of the swirling lights reflected in Ruviera's eyes and on her face was enough to suck Nathan's deeply reprogrammed mind in once more. They both knew it - it was just a side-effect of who they were now.

Turning to look about herself, Carla padded softly around the room. Dressed in a figure-tight, full body, shoeless nylon suit, she was dark and curvaceous in the blackness. The getup, designed for slim, silent situations, was an all-black military issue light infiltration suit, and had been tailored to Carla's exact shape. The result was a skin-perfect suit that blackened Carla's entire frame perfectly, almost as if she were completely naked, wearing only matte black spray-paint. It was tight but flexible and kept her warm, allowing her to manoeuvre fully whilst not needing any extra clothes. Her hair, curled and a deep chocolate brown, was tucked down inside her collar, and only her face was still visible, gleaming in the darkness in the milky whiteness of her skin. Two dark eyes pinpricked with blue orbs glinted in the dim light of the room, and Carla's footfalls were muted by her shoeless feet, her steps instead cushioned by thick, sewn-in rubber soles.

Nathan, Carla's height and lightly muscular, also wore a tailored military infiltration suit, and was himself a black shadow on the night. His hair, short and buzz cut, darkened his head, his eyes shadows in his face. Unlike Carla, for obvious reasons, his skinsuit bulged slightly at his crotch, while Carla's bore two rounded drop-shapes in her chest and a thicker, more bubbled backside. The pair looked stunning together, like two spies in love, and they were, indeed, infatuated. Both invaders wore no clothes under their suits, the full-body suit negating the need for them. Two thick, self-sealing zippers ran under the length of both their crotches and allowed them freedom of use to relieve themselves as necessary without having to remove the tight and mobile garment.

As Carla strode around the room in silence, her padded, shoeless feet making no noise through the thick rubber soles inside, she came upon the laptop. Crouching, she picked it up, but didn't open it, certain there would be some sort of slave training program or video loop ready to jump at her if she did, ever careful of the knowledge that her own brain could betray her if she stumbled across too powerful a lure. Tucking it under her arm instead, she glanced around some more, jumping as she noticed the form lying on the couch. Previously unseen in the shadows, the girl was naked, draped in a single square blanket, and...

... Looking right at Carla.

Carla froze. She felt caught, naked. Her skin prickled as the unwavering eyes of the slave in training stared into her own, gazing deep into her as if they could see her very mind. Carla stared back, frozen, mesmerised. The dim light of the room from the moonlight through the windows revealed the tone of the girl's skin and the glint in the eyes. Green bore into blue. Carla felt hot inside her suit.

Silently, the slave lifted her head, her hair falling about her shoulders and down her back. It was long, blonde, and wavy, and, Carla noticed, stained with sweat. As she noticed it, she realised she could smell the wafting scent of sex and sweat in the air around the girl, and realised she must have been sent to sleep almost right away after a long, and probably blissful session with Ruviera. Still without speaking, the girl sat up some more, letting the blanket fall from her body. Two round mounds revealed themselves, each capped with a firm pink nub and ringed by a perfect little circlet of darkness. Wordlessly, the green eyes of the girl flicked to the crotch of Carla's suit. Questioningly, she looked up at Carla, her arm rising to point at Carla's covered pussy. Carla could almost feel the question; the girl seemed to broadcast it so singularly at her. Somewhat confused now and less caught off guard, Carla glanced down, then back at the two green glimmers. The eyebrows above the orbs seemed to hitch a little.

When she saw that the black-clad woman didn't do anything in response to her silently asked question, the slave trainee used her simple logic. Sitting up, she looked again to Carla's crotch and pointed, before using two fingers to indicate her own mouth. A shy, modest grin seemed to crack through the indication.

Carla was perplexed. The slave had just woken up and simply asked to eat her out - or at least, that's what it looked like. What did she do? Just let her?

Uncertain, Carla reached for her zipper - a wide, watertight zip stretched from her navel to her coccyx and enabled her to do businesses whilst in the suit. Unsure of herself, Carla fished out the tucked up zip and drew it down and backwards, freeing her crotch. The cold night air needled inwards immediately and the touch of it on her sensitive parts reminder her just how cold it really was outside - with only her face free and her nerves high, Carla had been positively warm inside her suit. As if in agreeance, the slave girl slid to her knees before Carla and reached towards her, aiming her fingers for the opened entrance to Carla's lady cave. Starting a little at the ridiculousness of what was about to happen, Carla took a half-step backwards.

Her heel landed on the clicker, half-hidden under the single-couch chair behind her, left there abandoned by Ruviera the day before. The result was instant and explosive. Her mouth opening wide, her eyes flicking open, the slave on her knees before Carla gasped sharply. Immediately she began to shake, leaning backwards as she shivered and shook. A sharp yelp shot up her neck and rang out in the room, deafening in the silence of the illegal space Carla and Nathan were in, making both of them jump sharply. Nathan's gaze flew up to Carla, who stood before the orgasm-gripped female in shock. She watched in disbelief as the girl's legs tensed and clamped together, her face contorting as she came spontaneously. She moaned again, modestly for a normal girl but an utter scream of death to the two invaders. Quickly, at desperate indications from Nathan, Carla reached for the girl and did the only thing her addled, confused mind could that she thought would shut her up.

She pressed her head into her crotch.

The slave girl quickly cottoned on and within seconds Carla felt fingertips squeeze in and pull apart her suit's zipper entrance, granting the girl's face access to her body proper. Instantly the cool tongue of the slave girl licked wetly up and along her slit, strong and firm, and Carla felt herself shiver involuntarily at the sensation. But it didn't stop there - the second the tongue was done at her highest point, the lips parted wider and she felt it slip along her underside, pressing into the folds of her vulva and caressing them into opening for her. The tongue's magical work this time took it ever so slightly inward as it moved, and on its third run over Carla's bared pussy lips, it pierced the gates of her heaven and the slave's mouth was rewarded with the sweet taste of Carla's sex. Quickly she delved in deep and scooped at Carla's depths, hooking into her body and drawing out an ecstatic shiver from Carla's as she worked expertly at her cunt. The slave thanked the pussy for giving her its wetness by sliding her tongue along her clit, drawing electric sparks from her body and sending Carla into a minor meltdown. Quickly heating up to the situation and starting to forget herself, Carla was leaning into it, bending her knees and grasping the head of the slave girl as she worked magic at her crotch.

Looking over, Nathan stared, befuddled and stunned at his partner as he watched her body rolling, her chest rising and falling as the naked girl's face buried itself deeper between her legs. Below him, Ruviera stirred.

'She's almost ready!' he hissed at his ridiculously engorged partner, frustratingly forced to ignore the stiffening at his own crotch as he watched the two women engaged with one another but unable to move from Ruviera's head.

Carla was lost in bliss. She heard the words but they meant nothing while the girl worked at her body. She could feel the beginnings of orgasm starting to roll up within her as the slave girl's tongue fucked her, lapping up her wetness and barely stopping once in her quest to make her cum. Carla had all but given up on silence and was openly pushing the girl's head into her crotch, and she seemed to love it, doubling her efforts every time she got the slightest sign from Carla that she was pleasing the girl. Carla could feel herself rising, feel it building deep at the back of her vagina, an orgasm she wasn't sure she'd be able to resist. She could feel the firm material scratching on her bare nipples and catching at her hairs as she heated up inside it, but all she could concentrate on was the sex, the incredible oral performance going on at her love cave. She began to shiver, and she glanced over at Nathan with half-slitted eyes as she felt it rising. Nathan just stared back, mouth agape, watching her receive the slave's well-trained tongue fucking. Carla peered at Nathan, wanted to say something, wanted to give some indication, some desperate sign that all was well and perhaps even that she hoped he wasn't upset at this all. She tried, pathetically, to lift a hand, but all she managed was to aim it roughly at him, for at that exact moment the slave girl found a suction at her clitoris that Carla was previously sure only a vaccum should have been capable of, and as she felt what semed like her clit being pulled out entirely and clenched between the pillowy-soft puckered lips of the slave girl, she came.

Hard.