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#10 - Sour Cocktail

Note: This story follows the events of Goddess Hannah's Harem (Part 4): Tricia.

The Kalatravaasa was a packed affair, jubilantly loud with a r-rated comedy hypnosis show taking place on the borrowed club's main stage. Everyone happily took in the sights, especially as it had a married couple pretending they were farm animals at different intervals, creating scenes of imagined bestiality and inter-special relations. How the couple moaned in animal sounds even got Mistress Alexis helplessly giggling from around the bar.

On duty as a chaperone for the Kalatravaasa operations that night, when she wasn't suppressing laughter, she kept a watchful eye on the crowd, and the staff she'd guided into a pliable state prior to the event. As the waitress brought her a drink, she thanked her and gave a beaming smile. The hypnotist's smile gave the waitress a flash of a shining pocket watch, and made her smile just as brightly back. She made sure every normal club employee felt good throughout the night, but also made sure that in their possibly vulnerable state, their awareness was heightened enough that they would notice if someone was trying to take advantage of them and seek immediate help.

With everything seemingly running smoothly, she took a sip of her cocktail. The aftertaste of was strong and sour enough to nearly knock her off her feet, Alexis gasped, wondering if she was on the verge of gasping on the drink, but she calmed herself to not draw attention. As the effect faded, she wondered why she was a little sleepy, when the waitress who delivered her drink asked for her help with someone who'd had too much to drink at the bar. A little on the burly side, looking quite confused himself, Alexis, the waitress helped the man walk towards an emptier part of the club, to an unused room where he could sleep it off. He was trying to say something, but the words came all garbled out.

As he was set down in a chair, looking too drunk to even stand, Alexis realized well after the fact that someone had been trailing the three of them to the vacant room.

"Cris?"

"Hey Mistress."

"W-what are you doing here?"

"Had the night off, and knew you'd be working, so wanted to surprise you with a visit. But I found another surprise here too. Him," the short-haired blonde pointed at the drunkard.

"What about him?" Alexis asked, confused.

"I saw you in the crowd while everyone else was staring at the stage. But I noticed the guy behind you was looking right at you, and trying hard not to be noticed. That and how he stayed close to where the drinks were being made were huge red flags to me, so I stepped in and helped."

Turning her attention between Cris and the man whose attention she never knew she garnered, Alexis tried to piece together exactly what happened behind her back, and how she missed being targeted.

"Was he trying to drug me?"

"Yep, but with a little stealthy switcheroo, he was the one that got the sour cocktail. I'm so used to preventing spiked drinks at the 7th Seven, I've never turned it on a spiker like this. Kinda fun."

Alexis laughed and gave Cris a hug for her help.

"Such a good girl you are," Alexis smiled, feeling Cris melt into her words. Her smile increased as the waitress took the words as praise to brighten and deepen her trance; she stroked the waitress's face to genuinely extend the praise.

"T-thank you Mistress Alexis. What do you want to do about him?"

"Interrogate him for certain," she said, pulling out her pocket watch, gesturing to the waitress and Cris to stand at his side, to keep him from falling out of the armless chair. Observing him, she saw whatever drug in his system that was meant for her wasn't strong enough to fully incapacitate, but enough to keep him out of sorts. Taking a chance, she tugged at his thinning hair to pull his gaze towards the ceiling, or more specifically the pocket watch hanging above his head, making gentle circles his bleary eyes could still follow.

"Feel yourself following the watch, falling into relaxation. The watch spins, and you follow. The watch stirs your thoughts, and you let go. The watch spins your mind, and you feel pleasantly fixated. You can't look away, you don't want to look away, so you won't look away. Just follow the watch stirring you into obedience. Every swing makes you focus more on me, more on my words. Just nod your head yes if you understand, and obey my voice..."

Alexis' hand helped his agreement, shaking his head for him.

"Nod your head again if you understand."

Letting his hair go, she tested whether he would do so under his own volition, and it happened as she'd hoped. Silently waking Cris and the waitress who'd enjoyed the splash damage of her trance, Alexis wondered how she should conduct the interrogation.

"He looks like a professional, so he might not give up information as easily as I'd want. But..."

"But what? Cris questioned.

"Something about him says he's a really good subject. Like even in a drugged state, he's very comfortable in a trance state, and eager to follow orders, aren't you?" He nodded his head again.

"What's your name?"

".......B-bernard," he answered softly.

"Do you have a lot of trance experience?"

"...y-yesssss..." he answered, a smidgen of elation in his tone.

"And are you going to give up the information you don't want to give up to me easily when I ask you to?"

His head almost moved, but it stayed still, part of him fighting the probe for sensitive information.

"You know, I was hoping you'd answer that way, cause I have a fun idea..."

***

It was many compelling words from Mistress Alexis later when Bernard found himself on stage, aware and wondering how he got up there. A faded part of him knew he needed to be in the crowd, not exposed on the stage with a spotlight. He was supposed to drug and capture a hypnotist there. As his eyes gained focused he saw his target in the audience, smiling deeply at him with her arms crossed and her pocket watch hanging from her fingers.

There was a male hypnotist's voice saying something from somewhere behind him, but the meaning of the words only made sense as his mind interpreted them in Alexis' voice. The voice speaking, her voice, wanted him to behave as an animal, charging bull, looking for affection. He went through the embarrassing motions one at a time, unable to resist anything asked of him. The embarrassment stayed at the forefront of his mind, knowing the more he felt it, the more any barriers keeping sensitive information from Alexis would erode. Every animal sound he made, every move he made on all fours, tore away resistance and secrecy.

The look on Alexis' face made him believe he was riding bull, trying to throw cowgirl Alexis off of him. But her suggestions held onto him easy, the mental thrashing in his defense slowing to total submission.

"And now for the finale, with the implicit consent of everyone on stage, who has ever seen a cow fuck a bull?"

Bernard's eyes widened as he turned to see a woman with a strap-on behind him...

***

A strained, stimulated physicality to match pried-open mental state, Bernard was back in the chair he started him, the smiling Alexis in the crowd loomed over him, watching his reaction closely. Inwardly, he wanted to cry. Outwardly, a small smile crept over his features, signaling his readiness to talk.

"Now, my obediently bullish Bernard, can you start by telling me who sent you to drug me?"

"Her name is...Dazzling..Lady..."

#11 - Ringing Endorsement

"So this is one of those...I still can't pronounce it," Tricia complained, walking around the surprisingly-small club, dressed in a simple blouse and slacks, compromising between making an appearance as a professional reporter and a club-goer.

"Kala-tra....kal...kalatra..vaasa? I think I got that right," Kali responded, following behind in her own blouse, but wearing a skirt, tights and knee-high boots to blend in more.

"Whatever it is, I was expecting something more...I don't know...just more.." she gestured at the dozen and a half occupants that made up the party.

"You mean like those secret society parties held in one of the member's mansions? Probably too cliche today," Kali chuckled. "Better to blend in and look harmless or unassuming." The junior reporter tried vibing to the background music with a small dance in her walk, drink in-hand. Her bracelet jingled in time with the soft pulsing behind the trance music.

"Unassuming is what you're going for right now, Kal?"

"Hey, I don't see a reporter when I look at me."

"Funny enough, neither do I," Tricia joked back, walking through the crowd, wondering where the hell the person was supposed to meet was.

"Oh," Kali made a strange sound behind Tricia, not at all the kind of sound she expected as a reaction to a funny jab. It sounded breathless and awed. She turned to see Kali standing next to a handsome man who looked like her assistant just bumped into.

"I'm sorry, ladies. Are you Tricia?" The man in a shirt and vest spoke in a cordial tone

"I am, yes," she took his hand to shake.

"I'm Martin Boyd, sorry I wasn't there to greet you right away."

"Managing the festivities," Tricia queried as Martin guided them to one of the few booths in the small location.

"Yeah, someone has to. Always seems to be my turn though, he laughed, taking a seat a little closer to Kali who still seemed to be getting her bearings after losing an entire train of thought.

"So this...organization you have..."

"The Kalatravaasa," Kali said, achieving some flotsam to contribute to the interview.

"Yes, that's what we're called," Martin smiled at Kali who smiled back.

"What's it supposed to mean?" the junior reporter asked.

"Not really sure; I never bothered to look it up as it sounds very made up."

"And you're a manager, or proprietor of this location?" Tricia's voice leaned into her more staunchly-inquisitive tone.

"We're a bit of a roaming concern, like a traveling renaissance fair, renting spaces that work best for us."

"A traveling renaissance fair of hypnotists. Sounds..."

"...kinky?" Martin guessed.

His suggestive word elicited a laugh that kept her from out-right saying "suspicious."

"Are you a master hypnotist in this concern?" Kali asked.

"Officially I've been called that yeah, though not required," Martin admitted.

"Why is that?" Tricia asked.

"It's kind of up to the subject whether they feel...mastered or not."

"Strange way to put it for a respectable hypnotherapist," Tricia said to herself. "But maybe it's just the kinky club experience," she tried to fairly judge the strong vibe of the room.

"How does it feel to be...mastered," Kali asked, staring in Martin's direction a little longer than she meant to.

He simply smiled at Kali, then at Tricia. "Would a live demonstration be in order, as part of your interview?"

Tricia debated on whether or not that was a good idea. In truth, she was still learning about the conditions of such a club, if it was to be even called that. But she could get a much better sense watching him work, and look out for Kali's well-being as he worked since it was obvious Kali looked very ready to subject herself.

"That would be up to the woman who looks ready for it."

Martin turned back to an eager Kali. "I'm ready if you are, Master Martin."

He chuckled. "Well Kali, since this is part of an interview, it might be best if you're facing Tricia so she can see exactly what hypnotism can look like across the whole face."

A suppressed side of Tricia was looking forward to let bliss run through her body from the embedded suggestions fully hidden from public view. Kali readied herself by facing Tricia, failing to hide her surprising mirth as Martin got consent to touch Kali's head. Before the younger woman knew it, soft fingers were at Kali's temples, rubbing them in slow circles.

"So you can imagine what hypnosis must be like to have its own private club and collection of members. But it might not be that different from any other interest that can gather and celebrate it's love of something. Can you imagine how many people watch the TV examples of hypnosis and find that they have an interest. All those swinging pocket watches, the magic powers, those instantaneous moments of powerful fascination, they make many minds wonder how to achieve that and wonder even more what and hot it might feel like on the inside."

Kali's breathing grew softer, her vision blurrier. Tricia was nowhere to be found in her eyesight as her mind easily ran to the suggested imagery, playing it in an endless slide show. As her breathing slowed, she tried to lift her hand, but it didn't get very high before plopping to her side, the sound of the bracelet joining a deeper pulse playing in the background. All she could piece together was hypno moments on screens and fingers softly drilling into her mind pleasure she was looking for.

"My favorites were always the cheesy ones, with the dramatic music, the hapless victims who looked stunned before the hypnotist did anything, like his presence was all it took to begin the induction. And though it was never needed, the silliest or smallest thing to take them deeper, like a shiny ring..."

As Kali's temples were stroked, Tricia's vision grew glassy. Every small rotation, Martin's ring flashed light directly at Tricia, bright enough to attract, but soft enough to not repel her senses. The rhythmic tactile induction became linked to a rhythmic visual induction for Tricia, also lost to the words being spoken more than a foot apart, but also in her own head.

"You'd never think a shiny ring could bring someone to the still state she's in, with just a glimpse, your body knows not to think, and let's your mind know that's how it should be. It keeps you still, let's you breath slowly as the ring flashes its brilliance. What can you do but sit still, stare, and listen? As you do it more and more, nothing else feels as good to image doing, so you don't imagine doing anything else and just do as you feel, and do as you are told, because you are being told, to stand still, and listen..."

Master Martin quietly smirked to himself, utterly surprised at what great subjects both Kali and Tricia were. Kali was easy to convince as he'd come behind her in the crowd to give her a shock induction and quick suggestive inclination to get more of the bliss she'd sampled. Tricia though, he had to wonder if she was already pre-programmed by someone else, like just snapping his fingers at her could take her down.

Holding Kali's head still with one hand, he reached out to snap in Tricia's direction.

"Sleep!"

The senior reporter's head lulled forward, staying still in her seat.

"Oh yeah, you've had practice. I can't wait to see from who," Martin said to himself.

"Nice work with these ladies," a comment from nearby made Martin's head turn, and made him smile again.

"Hello, Mistress Ursula. And here I thought this was a fairly private affair."

The blonde hypnotist smiled broadly. "I still happen to be a member, and members should be told when new events are happening, even for a place as cramped as this."

"It's cramped for a reason, my dear. When reporters come sniffing around, it's good to get them in an innocuous, controlled setting, to control the narrative, to make sure there isn't a public one."

"Control the narrative, among other things," Ursula gestured with her hands at the ladies, making her hand motions enticing and graceful.

Martin simply shrugged, at pulled out a remote that started another background recording. A snapping sound was produced from it. And another. And another. Loud, crisp snap after snap, made the small crowd slow down to a complete halt. Some with enough energy stood, and those weakening from the constant sound sat comfortably, all waiting to be programmed.

Ursula stared at the phenomenon, and wondered why her own limbs grew as contented as the crowd's looked. With a soft gasp, she turned to utter a louder one as Martin snapped his fingers in her face, giving her a nice view of the ring the suggestions in the back of her mind quickly connected to.

"A ringing endorsement of no endorsement sounds necessary, doesn't it?" he flashed the ring a few times across her eyesight, watch familiar compliance fill her face again.

"Yes, Master."

"I hope you've enjoyed playing with Master Brian as I have enjoyed playing with you, Ursula."

"Yes, Master," she said easily in her soft accent. He loved how Dazzling Lady's apprentice looked so surprised that the whole crowd was made up of Martin's submissives, not knowing she was apart of the same collective.

"Now ladies," Martin sat them all down at the booth, "I suggested we get acquainted with the going ons of late, and who's been putting each of you up to things." He pulled out a mic hooked into the pulsing sound system of the small club.

"And soon after, I think we can have a lot of exciting, brainwashing fun. Doesn't that sound wonderful?"

Louder than the continued snaps or the pulsing, or Martin's own booming voice was the collective agreement of furthering Kalatravaasa influence.

"Yes Master Martin."

#12 - Green Fairy

Note: This story follows the events of Flashes of Haremism #10 - Sour Cocktail.

Private, upscale parties serving as mixers for the rich and wealthy always guarded fairly well, especially at public venues like a Ritz Carlton. Entry was strictly on a referral basis, with a pre-determined list. Dazzling Lady showed up to the gathering, greeted by two burly guards who looked somehow more conspicuous than the secret service. She was given a genuine referral, but it didn't keep her from introducing herself to them with shock inductions as their unofficial boss. In under two minutes, both men, stood happily there, waiting to assist the hypnotist however she needed if a need arose.

Taking a very lucrative job last minute, working with little intel, Dazzling liked to make sure she could have every advantage on her side if needed. She would've asked Ursula to accompany her, but her apprentice was unreachable when offered; it didn't bother her much, as Ursula might've persuaded her to not take the job anyway, and Dazzling didn't feel inclined to refuse this one. Part of the inclination was due to the subject at hand, a lovely little thing in a black maxi dress that drew all eyes at the bar she sat at. After surveying most of the room from a background position, Dazzling stole all the looks as she walked confidently over to the younger beauty in the black dress, gasping as a stunning woman with a predatory smile in a green silk gown strolled up to sit next to her without an invitation.

"I'm sure no one else important is sitting here but me," Dazzling greeted with a luscious smile. "And even if someone were, I think at this very moment you would never want them to return as that would mean that I have to leave, and you don't want me to leave. You don't want this moment to end. You would like only to go deeper into this moment, to look at all the parts of me that part your thoughts like those sexy little lips are parting now, as if waiting for a kiss. I think we'll get to that soon, soon after we go a little deeper, into this moment."

She closed the distance a little bit to her own insistent aura charge the other woman's sex drive.

"I'm Dazzling. What's your name?" the hypnotist whispered, letting her breath dance along spellbound lips.

"Mmmmmaxine" she moaned out a little.

The dossier for the target didn't specify what sexual orientation Maxine was; Dazzling honestly hoped Maxine was heterosexual, as it stroked her ego to bend the mind and sexual urges of another woman she took a fancy to.

"It's nice to meet you, Mmmmmaxine," she moaned the hypnotized woman's name deliciously, offering her a hand to shake. Slowly reaching up to take it, but unable to look away, Dazzling smirked as she took the hand aimlessly searching for hers. The warmth of Dazzling's grip made her gasp a little.