Hypnotized By The Pool Pt 01

UNDERWATER POOL SUBLIMINAL GENERATOR

Current running loops:

increase libido;

increase attraction to swimwear;

increase susceptibility to hypnosis;

Limit Reached (3)

Cassie excused herself to the locker room, leaving wet footprints all the way into a changing stall. She didn't understand what was going on. Her swimsuit felt so tight, riding up into her crotch, sticking to her stomach and squeezing her lower back. She'd never been this horny before. In fact, she rarely masturbated; she thought of herself as a late bloomer. All the exercise must have unlocked something in her because, slowly, since joining the team, she'd started masturbating every time she got home. Today she couldn't wait.

Desperate, the young blond closed the door, sat down on the bench and peeled aside her team's blue swimsuit. Her pussy ached. Delicately, she traced a finger down her labia and around her clit. Then with two fingers she slid inside herself, raising her leg up against the stall door.

A moan pushed out.

What would have happened if she 'accidentally' walked into the men's locker room like this? The university team's freshman with great tits and a swimmer's thighs. Surely they wouldn't complain. She'd have to apologize, though, and get down on her knees. It would be so embarrassing. Would they let her go with just a warning? No, she would need to be taught a lesson.

Fuck.

She slapped her pussy with her right and dug under her swimsuit to pinch her nipple with her left. She needed cock and was a long way from cumming with one. The guys from the men's team would never let her get away with just an apology -- no, they'd yank her over the locker room bench and pull her swimsuit to the side.

Please!

she'd beg and struggle. But everyone fucking knew she was pleading for more, not less.

Her little whimpers would fall on deaf ears until one of them finally pushed his cock into her. And then her whimpers would become moans.

Why did she need this so bad?!

One of them would pull her hair and tie her useless arms behind her back.

Stop struggling and take it, slut!

Another would take her mouth and guide his cock down her throat like a fleshlight. Her ass would turn bright red from all the spanking, forcing her to tear up.

Look up, bitch.

She would obey.

"Mhmmm."

They wouldn't stop. No matter how much she struggled and wiggled her hips, they each needed to empty their loads and she needed to learn her place. One of the bigger guys would use his belt to tie her waist right to the bench, keeping her there for the next guy and ridding the stupid freshman of any thoughts of escape.

Cassie's toes curled.

Please.

Her orgasm finally built as the imaginary swim team started cumming and covering her in cum. The younger guys would use her hands while the older guys would get priority on her holes.

I'd have to just accept it.

Just at the edge -- another set of footsteps entered the locker room, loudly slapping against the tile.

No, no, no.

Cassie froze. Dizzying images of cock still pumping into her brain. She tried holding her breath despite her pounding heart, her fingers didn't listen, making slow, ever so slow, circles around her clit. The guys wouldn't stop if she begged them with watering eyes.

"Cassie, I know you're in here! You can't skip practice this close to the meet! I'm not losing my relay because you're too lazy to backstroke." Her footsteps came closer. Something must have given her away, some tiny noise. "Are you not going to say anything? I know you're in there. Come out, Cassie. I'm serious."

But she couldn't. She could barely move. Her fingers wouldn't stop teasing her clit. Any noise that came out of her mouth would be a moan.

"Freshman, I'm going to make you swim so many laps..." Using her nails, Laura turned the lock and opened the stall.

In these milliseconds, Cassie's stupid horny brain tried to push her over the edge. It was already so fucked up. She needed to cum! The imaginary men's team would fill her up, stretching her pussy and throat out as they deposited their seed. Pump, pump, pump...

But the door swung inward hard, slapping her thigh and wedging her foot straining against the wall. Pain fought pleasure and stopped her orgasm, leaving her with something much worse. Embarrassment flooded in like the goblet of fire was being poured onto her chest. Except this was real.

Laura stood in the doorway, hand on her hip. "Oh, my, God."

"Close the door!" Cassie whimpered, totally exposed. Yet the door only slowly rocked closed with her teammate's shocked expression never changing.

"Holy fucking pervert. Our newest member is a pervert. I just can't. Mai is going to go totally ballistic," Laura announced.

A cold sweat came over Cassie minutes after Laura left. How bad was it that she contemplated finishing?

Fuck me.

In a rush, Cassie gathered up her things and escaped home before her swim captain had a chance to hear the news and confront her.

That whole night she was a sweaty nervous wreck. Dreams came and went that she couldn't remember, words echoing like music she'd been hearing for weeks. She wanted to skip the next day, hell she never wanted to go back, but her parents were virtually helicopter-style, and would be on her ass immediately.

It wasn't until she got on the bus that she realized she hadn't showered since swimming, and everything about her was a gross smelly mess. Her classes crawled by with little-to-no consequence, only a few sideways looks from her classmates, and even that guy who always asked her questions avoided her that day, thank god.

She had no intention of showing up to the pool, though. Yet it was the sport's director who found her and requested her into his office. The amount of somersaults her stomach did felt like it was ready to come out of her body.

Here we go

...

If I don't get reported for sex crimes I'm definitely getting booted from the team.

Cassie looked at him, struggling to keep her eyes open, glasses slipping down her nose. A jolt of forced energy allowed her to rub her eyes and fix her lenses.

Director Logan Kim's nameplate gleamed atop the desk.

He didn't look like such a bad man. Maybe in his forties, also glasses, asian. He was out of shape for a director of the sports department at a university, but then most of the staff were more administrators than anything else. Perhaps he would be lenient. Mr. Kim opened up his laptop and scratched the stubble on his face before letting out a big sigh that sounded like 'I don't like having to do this.' Cassie tensed.

"I expect you know why I've brought you in here today, Miss Bergh? I don't really want to be forced to say something so embarrassing out loud." He paused, giving Cassie time to nod. "Good. I... I am not accustomed to handling these kinds of problems. We are very private in my culture, you understand?"

Yes, god. I understand, please don't make me say it.

Mercifully, he continued. "So. Yes. We have a problem. I have spoken to your captain about the issue, and she has agreed to a solution: she will monitor you. No more leaving practice early; if you need to use the bathroom, she will take you."

Just kill me.

"We need to rebuild trust. I will also assign to you three mindfulness videos to help you with these... urges. I will use the university's completion software to make sure you've watched them. So please take this seriously. If not, we will have to go a more public route that may affect your scholarships. Does this sound reasonable to you?"

"Yes, yes please, Mr. Kim. Thank you, I'm sorry for what I did."

"Good. Here are your assigned videos, please use earphones while you watch them. Mia will expect you back for practice starting next week."

Cassie leaned over and accepted the USB stick, failing to notice Mr. Kim's hard-on or the audio editing software still displaying itself on his laptop which read:

MINDFULNESS SUBLIMINAL HYPNOSIS

Videos (1, 2) loops:

Relaxation and calm during MINDFULNESS listening;

Enjoyment and satisfaction during MINDFULNESS listening;

Pleasure and arousal from obedience to authority figures;

Limit Reached (3)

Videos (3) loops:

Relaxation and calm during MINDFULNESS listening;

Enjoyment and satisfaction during MINDFULNESS listening;

Video (3) trigger installation:

Trigger word Quantum enters listener into slutty-state;

Limit Reached (3)

Mr. Kim saw Cassie's student profile and chose a trigger word he knew would never come up, but also a word he could force into conversations without sounding too erotic. With classes like Psychology 101, Kinesiology, and Biology, he decided it was the correct choice. Unfortunately, Oppenheimer existed, and Cassie wanted to prove she wasn't just another barbie.

Part II: Movie Theaters and Pink

The videos were actually helping. Not

literally

, Cassie wasn't dumb enough to fall for all this mindfulness mumbo-jumbo, but completing them helped her relax. They helped her feel like the embarrassment was behind her... though Mia wouldn't ever let her forget it. After her talk with Mr. Kim, Cassie listened to the videos a couple extra times, particularly after practice and got on with her week. Laura still wouldn't talk to her at the pool, but Cassie couldn't bring herself to break the awkwardness either.

(M) "Get up perv." A text flashed across her screen, Mia's smiling, beautiful profile picture floated above her TikTok feed. She looked like the sister from Parasite, only shorter with more muscle definition and an evil twinkle in her eye (

okay, I may have added this

).

(C) "What?"

(M) "Get to the pool. Your having practise early. Were gonna be busy after class."

Uhg.

Cassie pulled herself out of bed and untangled her swimsuit from the laundry.

Weird --

just holding it made her chest flutter. It should have been really obvious, now that she thought about it, that she had a swimsuit fetish. Had she joined the team because she wanted to become healthier and make friends? Or had these pieces of latex been pulling her there all along? She felt ashamed to be on the team after figuring this out about herself, but there was no backtracking now.

Not that I would.

A little bit in a hurry, Cassie slipped off her pajamas and slid the blue one-piece up her legs. The blue material satisfyingly clung to every inch of her skin. In the mirror she got a better look: her 5'4'' blonde, 19-year-old, fertile body, developing more tone with each practice. Almost feverishly, she traced her curves with her fingertips, watching as her nipples hardened and her hair stood up. How she walked anywhere without getting pinned down and fucked was beyond her.

I have time.

Trying to be quick, Cassie tied her hair into a ponytail and pulled a small purple vibrator from her bedside table. When her phone buzzed:

(M) "Answer perv.

Or else"

(C) "Yes. I'm coming."

She giggled at her pun and fell backwards onto the bed. How would it feel to be pinned down on something so soft? Maybe by a rich older man like the husband from Parasite. He was married with kids, and she could babysit whenever the mom wasn't home.

If the kid wanted to swim in the pool and Cassie had to supervise, she'd wear this swimsuit -- it was the only one she had. Yes, it was a little too small. Yes, she would lay down at the poolside with her knees up, playing on her phone, waiting for the husband to get home. She wouldn't notice him, but he would get a good look at her...

"Miss Bergh!" Cassie would freeze, realizing what she'd done. Forced to spread her knees to see who was yelling at her.

There was only one way to save my job.

"Yes?" "You were not hired to lie around." "I'm sorry, sir. Please. I wasn't thinking. Don't fire me. I'll do anything!"

And then she'd wait. Not getting up, just holding that missionary position at the poolside with her legs spread and hair splayed out above her; her chest floating up as she stared at him, mouth slightly parted in shock.

He'd have to come closer. The look on his face: a mix of anger, disbelief, and lust. How was he going to discipline this unruly college girl? She needed to be punished. Was he actually going to stuff this stupid 19-year-old full of cock, though? With a wife? Of course he was, and Cassie wasn't going to stop him. She was going to pretend to be frozen and stare up at him with her big blue eyes. First, he'd kneel on the end trying to stop himself from what he was about to do, but Cassie would feign fear and open her knees a little more, her cameltoe tightening, while with her eyes she would

beg.

Sir?

He'd growl in response. No more words as he pulled out his cock and shoved into her, easily pushing aside her stupid stretchy swimsuit.

Yes!

Cassie slid the vibrator into herself and squirmed across the bed as if she was struggling. In reality she'd hold his shoulders and wrap her legs around his hips. Of course this would make him madder and fuck her even harder. His big hands using her hips as handles as she dug her nails into his back.

Cassie whimpered and bucked into her hand.

"Fucking homewrecker! Stupid bimbo slut!"

Yes! I'm just a stupid cum sponge. You knew that when you hired me. We all knew.

His wife would have known, wanting to give him something to fuck while she was away. When he was getting too addicted it would be her to fire Cassie. Maybe stage outrage and slap her across the mouth like the stupid slut she was.

He'd cum deep, spilling out of her like he was trying to stop himself, but it was too late. Then he'd just leave her there unable to deal with what he'd done.

An orgasm poured out of her while her phone buzzed. At this point, however, she just didn't care. Her mind turned off as she gazed up at the ceiling of her bedroom. Mia could wait... it was another ten minutes before Cassie moved from her bed. When she finally got to the pool, however, her captain was pissed.

The university swim team had literally Olympic sized venues because of their football funding. In the mornings there wasn't anyone in the stands, so swimmers used the free space to throw their gym gear and textbooks without needing to stash them in the locker room. It was easier and faster this way because since the locker rooms were so big, they were prone to thieves. The pool itself had 5 different diving boards and ropes set up for swimming lanes.

Cassie spotted Mia among a group of girls stretching without much difficulty as although her captain was tiny, she commanded a level of respect that made everyone else seem small, or she was just scared. It looked like half the girls had already finished their laps and the few that hadn't glared at her like she'd lost them regionals; yet clearly only a handful showed up on such short notice. Why did freshman get treated like such garbage?

"Kneel."

Cassie buckled and planted her knees on the hard tiles.

"You think I don't know you live 5 minutes away?" said Mia. "Where were you?"

"I was still in bed... I had to get changed."

"Next time come here immediately when I tell you. You're already on thin ice or did you somehow forget that? Give me 20 push-ups and 20 sit-ups for being late."

Begrudgingly, Cassie slumped over and began pushing off the floor.

"You're getting off easy today because I have something I need you to do later."

Are you serious right now?

Cassie let out an agreeing sound a little too close to Mia's feet, noticing her pink nail polish. Her captain moved closer, clearly enjoying the power she had over her, as she spoke to the rest of the girls. When they were finished, Mia put pressure on Cassie's toes with hers to assist her sit-ups and spoke quietly.

"You're coming with me and my friends to the theater after class today, perv. I need an extra body to babysit my brother. Well. He's eighteen, but there's no way any of my friends are going to sit with him. I volunteered you."

13... 14...

"I know you're probably broke as shit, so I'll get him to pay for you. Kay?"

That didn't actually sound like such a terrible job and there were a few movies she actually wanted to go see recently. Maybe her brother was cute? Being at home all the time with her dad brooding around the house had made her feel cooped-up. So, for whatever reason including these ones, Cassie decided to respond in the worst possible way: "Yes, mam."

Um, wait. Rewind.

Mia perked. "Mam? Wow, perv... I actually like that." Before she could finish Mia put a foot on her stomach causing a warm sensation to shoot down between Cassie's legs. What was she at? Nineteen or twenty? The smell of chlorine and sweat were suddenly overpowering Cassie. Thinking got hard. Mia's toes flexed atop her stomach.

"You're going to call me Mam or Miss from now on, okay?"

Cassie groaned, stalling only for just a moment longer before accepting her new punishment.

"Okay," she mumbled.

"Okay what, perv?"

"Okay, mam..."

"Haha, wow. Okay, go swim your laps. I'll see you at the theater for 7:30. Wear something cute."

Cassie watched her leave the pool.

***

Pink shirt or skirt. What about just pink shoes, that way if we are going to see Barbie I can play it off like I knew the whole time, and just don't own much pink. And if we're going to see Oppenhiemer I won't look like an idiot.

Cassie slipped on a black pencil skirt and a beige blouse with her pink sneakers. Which together looked like she was caught between business casual and a teenager on her way to the mall. Whatever, though, it worked. Trying too hard would make it awkward, like she was enjoying herself rather than being forced to do this. Next, she chose some dark lipstick and did her hair up into a bun to complete the look before getting into her car.

Is this a blind date?

Well technically, yes. Just not one that she really agreed to. She was only obeying Mia, and it was free so...

The theater wasn't busy this many weeks after the release of the big blockbusters, with about half the parking lot full she got to pick a spot near the front. Mia and her group arrived a bit later dressed in an absolutely insane amount of pink. Pink, and men. Mia had her arm wrapped around a huge jock dressed in a pink tuxedo while Laura had a man in white with a pink tie.

I didn't even know they weren't single. What the hell?

"Perv! You're here thank god. I was worried you'd want to see Barbie. Robbie wants to go see Oppenheimer and it looks like you do too? Maybe you're the perfect match! Oh, here he is now."

Cassie twisted in place looking for another hulking guy in a tux for her to grab onto, but none came. Instead, a dorky asian guy in sweatpants and an oversized hoodie with the logo 'survey legion' plastered on the front of it timidly approached the group. Her hands dropped. He wasn't

ugly.

If his acne just cleared up and he wore something nice, and maybe worked out a bit...

Out of nowhere he grabbed her arm and hooked it around his.

"Have fun you two!" Some of them laughed.

Are you serious right now?

"Hi, I'm Robbie," he said.

"Hey, Robbie. I'm Cassie."

"I know."

I was being polite?

Without another word Robbie went and guided her into the theater, and true to Mia's word, he bought the tickets and snacks. One large coke, two bags of candy, and a deluxe popcorn for him; one diet pepsi and small butter-less popcorn for her. Not that she was particularly hungry; the look the ticker-checker gave them on the way in was one of "how did he pull a girl like her?" which felt like justice. Ahead of them, Mia shot her a wink as the rest of the squad went into Barbie with their jocks.

I'll actually enjoy this movie anyway.