The two women sat in silence as they ate their food. Carla had cleared out not long before Ruviera had sat down and was busy making the beds and cleaning up their bedroom, and Taira had taken the shower after Emily. The two opposing woman ate, watching each other, saying nothing. They looked for all the world like polar opposites, and yet here they sat, equals - Ruviera, a class A dominatrix with extreme hypnotic skill, and Dianna, perhaps the only woman alive that could not just equal in her own way, but resist Ruviera's hypnotic spells.
And opposites they were indeed - Dianna, with her shock of flame-orange hair and matching eyebrows was covered in the typical smatterings of freckles that many redheads are, with bands of them running across her cheeks, down the sides of her neck and down both her slender arms and legs. Although she sat covered in the blanket from her couch-bed, Dianna's round bosom could be seen underneath the tie, helping hold the fabric up, the tiny shadows of two peaks just visible in the front of the blanket atop each mound. Slim and possessed of a natural beauty, Dianna had that cute attractiveness that drew in soft-hearted boys. Her downturned top lip and slightly showing front teeth through the thin, triangular gap of those red lips drew people's gaze deeper, and they invariably found the two shining hazel orbs that glowed in her eyes soon afterwards. If you managed to get as far, you would find two slightly redder than normal cylinders capping her breasts in the centre of round, almost-orange areolas, and a light growth of orange hairs partially hid two pink lips at her crotch, protected from behind by a firm bubble-butt and supported by two slender legs.
Ruviera could not have been more different. She was shorter than Dianna, but what she lacked in height she made up for in body shape. Having moulded herself to fulfil the total embodiment of a perfect woman's image right from her early teenage years, Ruviera held herself ever taunt, her stance helping to accentuate her already augmented breasts, two large golden globes that stood at firm attention on her chest and bore two dark rings on their peaks, capped with a sharp little nipple that seemed to point her in whatever direction she was going. Ruviera's waist took a sharp inward cut, only to widen out again at her hips which were almost as wide as her bosom, her ass equally as firm and perky and her slim legs taunt and strong. When she looked at you, she affixed you with a sharp, laser gaze that was only magnified by the glasses she wore perched atop a thin, slightly raised nose that sat above narrow, dark lips. Where Dianna's hair was loose and free, Ruviera's was jet black and straight as a blade, and had been platted into a single, ultra-long tail that hung well below her bum. Her skin was slightly oil-tanned and the darker hue only served to accentuate her dark hair, dark eyes and dark nipples. She kept a permanently hairless trim on everything but her head, often tasking a slave with helping her trim everything to perfection. When she was dressed, Ruviera wore figure-hugging pieces that showed her off best, and almost always, a push-up bra that took any hang off her chest instantly.
And here they sat, silent and brooding. Ruviera, expert hypnotist and womaniser, had the uncanny power to entrance and enslave anyone to her will, seeding their minds with her word and worming her way deep into their brains, beyond all rational thought and down into the animal core, burying her programming in the primal, the fight or flight, the fuck or scoff, the obey or command, tying their own thoughts inescapably to their libidos, enslaving them wilfully to her own commands and ensuring that they pleasured anyone they deemed needed it at only a glance. Ruviera indulged her own slaves frequently, including rewarding her often hours-long hypnosis sessions with a test of their programming, having them eat her out until she orgasms. They invariably always do.
Dianna, for her part, had no honed skill in hypnosis or ability to seduce. Instead, she had a naturally unnatural gift, the ability to trance people upon contact with them, and, to a minor degree, telepathy. Able to influence moving objects and detect dull sensations in others, once they made physical contact Dianna was able to overpower them instantly with a trance, causing them to do anything she willed, good, bad or benign. The night she had been captured, Ruviera had discovered this - spending hours tenderly working at Dianna's crotch, whispering reprogramming words into her ear and bringing her to a powerful orgasm only for Dianna to awake, deny Ruviera her post-hypnosis orgasm, and then take control of her body - the effect of her powers, after having touched her for so long, strongly amplified inside Ruviera to the point where Dianna had complete control and the ability to read her thoughts, at least for a while.
In Dianna's past, she had faced much confusion over her own abilities. Her parents who naturally had no powers of their own treated her with distrust and confusion, always unsure of themselves, always wary of her as a threat. Dianna had never been free to learn about herself, never had a textbook or practise dummy or internet forum to research about herself on and subsequently didn't really know the extent of her own abilities. She was only young - a fresh 20-year-old girl, she was barely an adult still, her already naturally youthful, child-like demeanour enhanced by her innocence and lack of acceptance in the wider world. And yet here she sat, respected and potentially even feared by a woman far her superior, skilled and trained in the art of working and remoulding the human mind.
Truth be told Dianna didn't even know she could control someone else without touching them until she'd done it with Ruviera the night she'd woken up naked in her couch chair, the still fresh feeling of her orgasm abating and the soft fingertips of Ruviera's hand still lingering at her crotch. She hadn't tried to do it, nor had she consciously attempted to control the woman at all - her own will had simply
worked,
affixing her subconscious will over Ruviera's. Dianna had to admit to herself that she wasn't sure how she'd controlled the woman, or whether she could do it again - let alone
what
she could have made her do. As it was she had nullified her ability to move - for all Dianna knew, she could have done far more than that to her and not known it.
And that gave rise to another topic - the dreams. Still a little shocked from the day immediately before her arrival at Ruviera's house, Dianna had been immensely stressed, and the crash, effectively killing her to the rest of the world, had just about put the final nail into the coffin. It seemed only natural for her mind to dream to help her try to process it all, but it was blurry and intermixed with memories far detached, and she had ended up sharing all those visions with Ruviera.
It had been the argument that had triggered it all. The argument that had pissed her off, made her cry, made her heart shake with emotional energy. No girl deserved to be practically disowned by her family, but to be ruthlessly torn to shreds as a monster and a traitor to her own kind had been overwhelmingly destructive to her mindset.
I should have known,
Dianna told herself bitterly.
Should have known they wouldn't have seen things any differently. I'm still just a kid, just the kid they put in a box and locked up, a kid they shunned out of home, a kid they all felt they couldn't trust not to invade their minds. I should have done it just to spite them.
Having not been home for almost five years, Dianna had driven back into town a week earlier to try and reconcile with her estranged family. At the age of fourteen - almost fifteen - Dianna, after one unfortunate argument about school in which her mother had gone to smack her, only to momentarily consociate with her raw feelings through the contact of the slap, the sensation of the sudden inrush of the youthful girl's emotions overwhelming and terrifying her, had packed up and left, moving first to a neighbour, then to the school's few boarding rooms, and then finally with friends in the latter years of her education before leaving town fully as soon as her term was up, heading out in search of work. She had intended to fly, perhaps to the next city or at least far enough away that she could find life as a normal woman, but she'd only ended up out of town, working for a small country village on the farms and local public buildings. It was tough enough that she felt like an outcast, tossed in the trash by her own family and the greater world around her, and even tougher for an unworked girl in the heavily physical long-day workload of the farms, but she soon warmed to the distance and solitude of the open land and grew stronger thanks to the physical work.
Eventually, Dianna left her few new friends out in the country and, taking the car she'd been given as a gift for the farm, returned home, confident and reassured that, as a strong, weathered woman now, she would be able to have a proper conversation at last with her family and earn back the missed respect she'd never received as a girl.
How wrong she'd been.
It had started almost instantly. The looks, the whispers, the distance. Her parents still distrusted her, thought she was there to try and get inside their heads. It didn't help that her sister was there as well - far from the supportive love she'd hoped she'd get from her, she had been the loudest of her opposition out of the three of them, and it had been her, curse her that had started the screaming and the accusations. Of course, she'd also had the final word - as Dianna had stormed out, her heart aching, her eyes streaming, the girl had had the audacity to inform her through a shouted, hoarse voice that none of them loved her, and that she was a
monster
.
