Larrys Hypno Pin

Author's note: this is a slightly experimental piece, with multiple, shifting points of view. I've done my best to keep it clear, and I hope it works. Let me know if it does - or if it doesn't! And of course, I appreciate any other feedback, praise or suggestions for improvement!

Sandra sighed and glanced at her phone again. Fifteen minutes to closing, now. The place was deserted, as always this late. She had to talk to the owners again - there was no point at all in keeping it open until eleven in a place like this. Perhaps she should threaten to quit, this time. The other girl on the late shift had, after all. Sandra sighed again, and then sent a text message to her friend.

Place empty, closing in fifteen. You coming? /S

The reply was near-instant.

On my way already! /T

Sandra smiled and put the phone back in her pocket. Tamara was her best friend. and she'd taken to come pick Sandra up after closing. Sandra appreciated it, now that she was alone. The stingy owners hadn't wanted to replace Mona.

Tamara was cool, and after years of karate, was quite capable of holding her own in a fight. She never had, as far as Sandra knew, but she felt safer walking through the rundown area with Tamara. Nobody had actually attacked or accosted her, but she got a lot of catcalls when she was alone.

The bell on the door jingled. Sandra suppressed a grimace, and put on a bright, cheery, fake smile for the lone guy coming into the coffee shop. Hopefully he'd just want something simple, and then be on his way.

Larry chuckled to himself as he waited for the door to close and then flipped the sign from

Open

to

Closed

. Who knew, it might work, and he had no need for company. The girl behind the counter had been smiling, but the smile slipped and was replaced by a frown as he turned and walked towards her.

"We're still open," she said, uncertainly. Larry grinned at her.

"You are, yes, but the shop is closed," he informed her.

"What?" she said. She was pretty when confused, he decided. That might be worth keeping in mind. She was pretty all the time, though, so it might not be worth the bother. He stopped a few feet away and looked her over. The part he could see above the counter, which was not the best part, alas.

That part was her ass, a big, round, wide zinger of an ass. He'd seen it before, when he'd chanced to walk in here, and had scouted her and the place out a few weeks ago. Luckily, her schedule was consistent, which meant she was alone here, about to close -and his for the taking. He smiled and walked up to the counter.

"How can I help you, sir?" the girl said, but she looked very unwilling to help. She still looked confused, but now also actively hostile. She was too well trained to let it show through fully, though.

This would be fun. Larry smiled at her, leaned forward slightly, and tapped his lapel pin.

Sandra briefly thought of calling Tamara, but as the guy walked up to her she felt it would be too rude. When he stopped and ogled her, she wished she had. This guy was creepy, and the way he'd flipped the sign to

Closed

set off every alarm bell she had in her head.

Please Tamara, hurry!

The guy didn't even order anything, he just leaned over the counter with that awful leer, and tapped the big, weird lapel pin on his left side. She glanced at it. It was weird alright, like something out of a kids' cartoon. It was big and round, with a black-and-white spiral pattern.

The guy put his hand on the bottom of the pin. Suddenly, it seemed to shimmer. Sandra blinked and frowned. The spiral didn't move, but the pin... shimmered. It was subtle - so subtle she wasn't even sure of it - but it seemed to be glowing with a faint green color that grew stronger, then dimmed, grew, and dimmed. Somehow, it was very... fascinating.

Sandra found herself staring at the pin, and pulled her gaze away. She blinked again, and panic stirred in her belly as she realized she couldn't. She couldn't look away. The pin was pulling her gaze to it, holding it. The cold feeling in her belly grew as she struggled to break free.

Larry's smile broadened into a grin as he watched the girl become trapped by the pin. They always were. So far, nobody had been able to resist the pin, unless they were too distracted to really focus. But here, in the quiet, empty coffee shop, late at night, the girl didn't stand a chance. He watched as different expressions flittered across her face - surprise, disbelief, stronger surprise, then a hint of fear and panic as she realized she really couldn't look away. And then, without him even saying a word, her face growing still as her attention locked on more and more thoroughly to the pin.

As always, his cock began to stir in response.

"Look at the pin," he said, unnecessarily, but the girl's eyebrows twitched in response, which was half the fun. She was staring helplessly at the pin already. And now, he could hypnotize her at his leisure.

"Look at the pin," he said again, "keep looking at it. It's so fascinating. You can't look away. You don't want to look away." The trick was to start simple, with the simple truth. She couldn't look away, that was plain fact. "You are alone with me here in the coffee shop, there is no other customer to take care of. You can look at the pin without worrying about other customers."

Yes, he thought, just tell her the truth. It doesn't matter if she likes it or not, her subconscious mind knows it's true. "It is late at night and you are tired now," he told, and the faint flicker of her eyelid told him that one had registered. "You are tired and you would like to sleep."

Sandra stared at the pin, helplessly. She couldn't look away. Weirdly, the panic and fear that had started to grow had stopped growing. It hadn't faded. It still fluttered, down in her belly, but the pin seemed to be growing larger and larger, and she found herself losing track of everything else. Including the panic.

When the guy began to speak, she barely heard him, at first. The pin consumed almost all her attention, and she had to focus actively on his words.

He wasn't saying anything interesting, she found. He was saying inane, pointless things - you are looking at the pin, it's just you and me in the coffee shop. Yeah, she knew that. She'd hoped he would say something outrageous, something she could latch on to and pull herself out of this strange daze. As it was, she had to struggle to listen at all. There was no point, was there, if he was just speaking nonsense. Sure, true nonsense, but nonsense.

The pin seemed to grow larger still, shimmering with a steady rhythm that kept her riveted. It was very strange. The guy was still talking. She made an effort to listen, but it was becoming very hard. And there was no point.

Larry suppressed a sudden impulse to poke her on the nose. She was so cute, staring fixedly at the pin - but it was a dumb idea. No, just keep talking.

"You are staring at the pin, and you want to stare at the pin," he said. "You love staring at the pin. It is wonderful and fascinating, and whenever you see the pin you stare at it just like you do know." The girl had been trying to break free, and had tried to focus on his words. He'd seen that, from the way her head had trembled. She had more or less given up now, he judged, having decided that he wasn't saying anything she didn't already know.

That meant it was time for phase two. If he was only saying things she knew - well, then she would know the things he was saying. Larry grinned to himself. It wasn't logical, no, but the girl behind the counter wasn't really capable of logic any more. Right now, she was mainly capable of hearing his voice telling her the truth.

"The pin has a spiral on it," he told her, "like a hypnotic spiral. It's black and white, like the spirals hypnotists use. They use those spirals because they work so well. When somebody stares at a spiral like that, and really stares so hard they can't even look away, the spiral hypnotizes them."

The girl's lips moved, very slightly, but she made no sound. As far as Larry could tell, she didn't even manage to mouth a silent word. She was too far gone.

Sandra kept staring at the pin, and was on the verge of giving up her attempts to break free. It was completely fascinating, and then there was the spiral. That was clearly a hypnotic spiral, and as she stared, it was hypnotizing her. She knew it was, she could feel it. The way the spiral seemed to fill her mind and seemed to be moving even though she knew it wasn't - those were signs of her becoming hypnotized.

It was very hard to think, now. That made sense, if she was being hypnotized. Which she was, and therefore it was hard to think. It all made sense.

It hadn't been part of her plan for the night to be hypnotized, she thought dimly. She had been about to close, yes, and then... then the hypnotist had walked in. Yes. A hypnotist had walked in from the street, and since he was a hypnotist, he had started to hypnotize her. That's what hypnotists did.

Therefore, all she needed to do was keep staring at the spiral and let herself be hypnotized, and when the hypnotist was done, he would wake her up and be on his way. She could go back to... to whatever she had been doing. She didn't remember. She didn't remember much at all, except that the hypnotist had come into the coffee shop and started to hypnotize her. And by now, she was pretty deeply hypnotized.

Larry wanted to laugh with joy. She was deeply under already. Time to shift gears. "I am your hypnotist,"he told the now glassy-eyed girl. "You are my hypnotic subject. That means you follow my commands and instructions. You do what I tell you to do. You are deeply hypnotized, and when you are hypnotized you have no will of your own and you can't think. All you can do is obey me. You will do that I tell you to do, think what I tell you to think, believe what I tell you to believe."

Larry's cock strained in his pants. This was going amazingly well, he thought. The girl was deep in trance now, and completely under his spell. It had been so quick and so easy. He wondered if she had been hypnotized before. Perhaps she had a boyfriend rather like Larry, who had found a way to put her under and play with her mind. Perhaps she was simply a natural, one of those people who seemed to be born to be hypnotized.

That opened up possibilities. He usually did a confusion wake-up, leaving his playthings with very muddled memories of what had just happened, but this girl might be suggestible enough to accept full-on amnesia. It might even be possible to leave her with a post-hypnotic suggestion or two, for Larry's and others' enjoyment. Just a small, innocuous phrase that would make her turn around and bend over, offering that gorgeous ass for inspection and enjoyment.

Yeah, what about that, Little Larry groused. We were promised a big fat juicy ass and a tight, dripping pussy.

Larry licked his lips. His cock would get what it wanted, soon. Time to convert this suggestible girl into a fully obedient plaything.

"Look at me," he commanded her. "Look into my eyes." The girl obediently raised her gaze and Larry suppressed a groan. Fuck, she looked

hot

, all glassy-eyed and vacant and entranced. He better speed this up or he would lost it right here by the counter.

"Look into my eyes, and go deeper into hypnosis. Listen to my words, and go deeper into hypnosis. Every word I say takes you deeper into hypnosis." She stared at him, blankly, mindlessly.

"I am your hypnotist," he told her. "My name is Larry. I have hypnotized you, and you obey me without question."

The girl stared into his eyes as he continued. Her eyes didn't move at all. There seemed to be nothing moving behind that pretty face.

Sandra led her hypnotist into the staff area behind the coffee shop. She walked ahead, her fingers tapping the access code by themselves, without her involvement. She moved easily, but she hardly noticed. She was deeply hypnotized, and her mind was blank.

She didn't need it. Her hypnotist would tell her what to do. All she had to do was obey. She didn't have to think about his words, or even hear them. They just flowed into her mind, and she obeyed them without thinking.

It was easy to obey, to do what she was told. To do whatever she was told. He had hypnotized her, and taken her deep into trance, where her mind was completely empty and all she could do was obey. She had no will, no thoughts, no anything, except his voice. His words were her will, and her thoughts. His words were her mind. She was hypnotized, mindless, obedient.

Larry took the hypnotized girl - Sandra, apparently - into the kitchen. He'd glanced into the changing room, but it was too small. The kitchen was reasonably spacious, and there was a nice table with adjustable height. That would do nicely.

He took out his cock and began to stroke it, and ordered the girl to undress. She moved swiftly and easily, with not even a hint of resistance. As usual, the striptease wasn't great - hypnotized women were too literal-minded, unless you gave them careful, detailed and far too lengthy instructions. What Sandra lacked in grace and elegance, though, she made up in sheer mindless obedience. Larry had to let go of his cock to keep from coming as she bent down and pulled her panties down.

Damn, she looked good. She was bottom-heavy, but she was damn nice all over. Decent tits, very perky. How old was she? Twenty-five, good. Her flat, monotone voice almost pushed him over the edge all by itself.

Larry told her to climb up on the table, and stared in delight at the amazing sight of a naked, hypnotized woman obeying him. He never got tired of this. He walked up to the table and ran his hands over her glorious rear.

She really had a fantastic ass, especially on all fours like this. A fantastic ass, fantastic hips and thighs, and yes - he parted her thighs slightly - a delicious, plump pussy.

He would start with her pussy, as he always did.

Sandra stood on the work table, arching her back. She was still deeply hypnotized and fully under her hypnotist's control. He was going to fuck her now, and the moment his cock slid into her pussy, it would take over her mind. She would become a single-minded fuck slut, with no desire for anything except his cock.

She was already horny, and as his finger slid along her slit a few times, she felt the heat down there exploding. It was a hypnotic command, and she obeyed his hypnotic commands.

Sandra felt hands on her hips, gripping her, and then something hard and long pushing in between her thighs until it reached her lips, and pushed deeper.

The hypnotic command kicked in, and Sandra forgot about the coffee shop, about the kitchen, about everything. As her hypnotist's cock slid deeper, she became a hypnotized fuckslut. All she wanted in the world, was to get fucked.

"Oh yes," she moaned, "that's right, fuck me baby, oh yesssss..."

Larry had to close his eyes and resort to some old meditation-like mind tricks as his cock slid all the way in and her thick, round ass pressed against him. It was always difficult, after the intense build-up of hypnotizing the woman, and the warm wetness gripping his shaft made it almost impossible. He didn't want to come, not yet. Not in her pussy. He would fuck her, for a good long time - if he could - and then he would take her deeper into trance and turn her into a motionless, mindless fuck doll. Then he would come, deep inside that astonishing, plump ass.

After a while, he managed to retreat from the edge, but keep his erection. He grinned down at his catch as he began to fuck her, slowly, in and out. She shuddered and moaned, and kept up a running stream of erotic commentary, telling him just how good it felt and how badly she needed to be fucked.

That pin had been the best find of his life. And to think, it had all been chance. The grad student who had made it had wanted to design a really arresting piece of jewelry, and had never thought about the wider implications. Larry had, and now the pin was his. Unfortunately, it was the only one in existence, and the only one that ever would be. He sometimes regretted melting the young woman's mind so thoroughly. She was a sex-addicted whore now, and not at all capable of making another pin.

Well, Larry only needed one, really. It gave him everything he wanted. He grinned and ran his hands along the hypnotized girl's back, down over the wide swelling expanse of her ass.

Tamara had waited outside the coffee shop, as usual, but she'd been suspicious from the start. The sign said

Closed

, but the lights were all on. Sandra usually turned off everything but the minimum while she closed down the shop. And she usually bustled around in there, waving cheerily when she saw Tamara.

Tamara hadn't seen her at all tonight. She could be back in the kitchen, maybe. It had happened before - some spill or incident that left a lot to clean up. Sandra usually messaged her when that happened.

Fifteen minutes after closing time, when she still hadn't seen Sandra and when Sandra hadn't responded to the two text messages she'd sent, Tamara decided that the owners' strict prohibition on bringing friends inside after hours did not apply to her, and tried the door. To her surprise, it was unlocked.

"Sandra?" she called. No response. The place seemed deserted. That was strange.

Tamara walked briskly through the lounge, towards the door to the staff area. That one was locked, but Tamara smiled sharply as she tapped in the code. Sandra had ignored that prohibition too, before.

"Sandra?" There was no reply - but she heard sounds from the kitchen. Yes, it was Sandra's voice, but it sounded.... Tamara frowned deeply as she hurried down the short corridor.

Larry had just sped up a bit more and was fucking his girl with gusto, when he thought he heard something. He paused, and Sandra whined below him.

"Don't stop," she mewled, "keep fucking me, I need it so much, I need your cock."

Larry had just begun again, when the door to the kitchen suddenly slammed open.

"What the fuck?! Sandra, what are you doing?"

Larry jumped, his cock sliding right out of Sandra's pussy, and whirled to face the door. A strange girl - woman; she looked the same age as Sandra - was standing there, with an expression of shock and disbelief.

"What the fuck is going on?" the girl said and took a few, uncertain steps forward. "Sandra?"

Sandra didn't reply, of course. She was oblivious to everything except her overwhelming need to be fucked, and she just swayed her ass enticingly, and begged Larry to come back.

"Who the hell are you, mister?" The stranger now looked wildly suspicious.

"I could ask the same of you," Larry said, trying to recover from his shock. Who was this girl? She seemed to know Sandra... Shit.

"I don't believe this is any of your business," he said, but even he could hear he didn't sound very convincing. It was hard to do while standing naked beside a naked woman, with your cock rapidly flagging.

"The hell you say," the girl said and walked up to Sandra. "Sandra. Hey, Sandra. It's me, Tamara. Are you all right? What's going on?"

Larry chuckled happily as Sandra didn't react at all to her friend's appearance. She really was an amazing subject, he thought. She stayed where she was and what she was, a hypnotized fuckslut with only one thing on her mind.

"The café is closed," Larry said. "I will escort you off the premises." He was beginning to recover, now. Sandra was still his.

"No, you won't," the girl said and advanced towards him. She looked furious and he shrank back, involuntarily. This girl was taller, stronger and way more menacing than sweet Sandra. She would be cute, though, if she didn't look so angry. Then she was upon him.