This is another story that came from inspiration I had a bit ago. I think it is a decent enough take, and different enough in perspective, from the obvious influences that it is not a straight rip. I can't really claim that anything is original, though. I have them listed at the bottom.
Disclaimer: This story contains scenes of non-consensual sex between females and depictions of sexual slavery. If you are under 18 or offended by this type of material please do not continue. Otherwise, read on and enjoy! Also, any resemblance of the characters in this work to people either living, dead or fictitious is unintentional and purely coincidental.
Playing With Fire
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Amy pulled the black flash drive out of the envelope. It had been sitting in the rec center locker as promised. The stick weirded her out, actually finding it there. It made all of this bizarre scenario more real.
"What the fuck is Caroline doing?" she whispered to herself. "This is fucked up." Still, her friend had made her promise, so she slipped the drive into a port on her laptop and scanned for viruses. It came up clean.
The files were there as promised. Three videos. They were supposed to be of the three sessions from the last week. Three sessions with that monster. She'd seen the stuff Caroline had on Professor Collins, with all of the things she'd done with other students. Amy couldn't understand why Caroline wanted to be in the same room with that predator, much less do what Caroline was doing. She should have gone to the cops.
But Amy had promised, and she would watch over her friend. She sighed and clicked on the first video.
Caroline sat on a plastic and metal chair, sitting on the left side of the frame. She looked like a student, dressed in jeans and a light sweatshirt. The room was larger than Amy had expected, almost as if this was happening in a classroom. On the other side of the screen, sitting in a similar chair, was the professor. The predator.
Professor Collins
, she thought.
Fucking creepy bitch
.
Collins was leaning forward, her elbows on her thighs. She looked so normal, like any other professor. She had on a blouse and comfortable pants instead of the long black dress and pointy hat that Amy felt she should, being the witch she was.
Caroline had a few papers in her lap. She looked from the professor down to the documents. "Professor Collins, here is the list of things that you will not do to me." She cleared her throat and started reading them off.
"One. We will have three sessions a week in this room, on Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday, each one hour long." She adjusted in her chair. Amy was a little confused by the length, since this video said it was 1:10 long. Maybe it just included this declaration of rules as separate from the session.
"Two. Outside of this room, I will remain free and intact. This room is the only place that I will be hypnotized and follow any of your commands or obey you in any way." Caroline looked up at the professor. Amy could see that the woman was a little unhappy. She probably wasn't used to being told what to do.
"Three. Any hidden triggers and all instructions and commands must be removed at the end of the session, except for those that will allow you to more easily hypnotize me during these sessions. They must have the caveat that they will only work during these sessions." Collins frowned more, if possible.
"Four. I will remember every moment of our time spent in here." The professor turned her head slightly, obviously wanting to say no.
"Five. The three one hour sessions will be the only times you can hypnotize me. At no other time will you hypnotize me or control me in any way." Collins shifted. Her eyes glanced to the camera.
"Six. Every moment of my time spent with you will be recorded and sent to anyone I designate, including any authorities I deem necessary. You will never distribute the recordings, or any other record, visual or otherwise, of these proceedings, except for giving them to me to distribute as I see fit. You will immediately delete all copies in your possession, and will never try to find out who I have given the copies to." Collins muttered something under her breath.
"Seven. Everything addressed to me will be audible by the camera." The hypnotist shook her head a little.
"Eight. It will only be the two of us in these sessions. There will never be anyone else in the room with us."
"Done yet?" Collins asked.
"No. Nine. No anal, no permanent marks, no piercings and no tattoos." She looked straight at the professor. The woman growled. Caroline smiled and looked back down at her notes. Amy remembered how her friend had said Collins loved making girls change their look for her, and go outside their comfort zones with the things they would do.
"Ten. You will abide by any change to these rules or any additional rules I choose to make in the future." The professor covered her face with her hand, supporting her elbow on her thigh.
"Eleven. Any breach of these restrictions will immediately and irrevocably render this contract null and void. All material regarding the actions of Professor Collins will be immediately released to the media and proper authorities." Caroline looked up at the frowning woman again, who looked trapped and resigned.
"So, other than these stipulations, inside this room, you will be in control." Caroline looked a little excited now. "You will hypnotize me, and... yeah."
When Amy had heard Caroline's fetish and her plan to take it further, Amy had just stared at her friend in disbelief. For a few years, apparently, Caroline had been surfing the web, reading stories, finding sites, listening to MP3s, searching out chats and role-playing, all to feed her growing mind control addiction. Amy had tried her best not to look incredulous as her close friend described how it wasn't enough, how she wanted to take it further, actually be controlled instead of just playing along. Amy had forced herself not to laugh, to just accept that this was a part - a strange, twisted part - of Caroline.
Now Amy was watching Caroline sitting across from a fucked up individual, one that had raped tens if not hundreds of students around the campus. Amy had seen all of the evidence for herself. Caroline found out about Professor Collins' secret a couple of months ago, and snuck a camera into the professor's playroom. Amy's friend had gotten video with sound, and they both watched as the woman corrupted relatively innocent students into complete sluts, willing to do anything to please her. They saw orgies, gang bangs, prostitution and other disturbing acts, things that disgusted and enraged the two girls. Most importantly, though, was the supposed mind control that happened, where the girls Collins accosted shouted kidnapping and rape at first, but eventually capitulated, and were changed into submissive, bisexual slaves to suit the professor. Such brainwashing was supposed to be impossible, but Collins apparently did it. Amy wasn't sure if or how or what really was going on.
Caroline, though, had her own take. Each of the professor's conquests spent time being hypnotized. They were all theoretically unwilling, but Amy didn't really believe that, even with all that was happening. The girls involved wanted to do it, or were just playing along with it. Caroline instead figured that Collins was actually doing something to them, changing them and their core beliefs, their view of themselves and who they were.
When her friend finally came forward to Amy with her thoughts and desires, Amy almost laughed her out of the room and right to the police station. Something in Caroline's face, though, a look of fear, nervousness and vulnerability at sharing her kink, made Amy take it all in and accept that her friend was a little... bent. They ended up hugging a lot through bonding tears and Amy somehow agreed to do this favor for Caroline.
Amy sighed, wondering if she really had three hours to spend on a Sunday afternoon making sure that Collins didn't do anything out of bounds while Caroline was "under her influence." Not that Caroline would be doing anything without consenting anyways, because that's how hypnosis worked. Amy considered not even watching, but she figured she better know what happened if her friend started asking questions. Amy could skim the sex bits if there were any, and probably would wind up skimming most of the rest as well. She'd pay just enough attention to repeat a general idea of what had gone on. The textbooks on her desk were really what she was going to be focusing on; the paper due at the end of the week was a huge one in her history class with the asshole Professor Durgan. Amy opened the massive Western Civ book to the first of her tagged pages and brought up Word next to her media player.
"Do you have a more comfortable chair?" Amy heard Caroline say. She glanced over to see Caroline adjusting in her seat. The two were sitting closer, knees nearly touching. "I think for me to drop under it might be better to have a couch or recliner or something." Amy kept watching.
"No, no," said Collins. "This will do. I can capture your mind as easily here, on these chairs, as elsewhere." She pulled out an old-style metronome, with the long bar and sliding weight to change speeds. "I have this set to the perfect rhythm to hypnotize you, Caroline. Soon you will be mine, and you will do anything I say." The professor smiled for the first time since the recording started.
Amy shook her head and refocused on her history text. The ticking from her speakers was a little annoying. She thought about muting the volume, but sighed and let it go. She really should be listening, just in case something came up, and she could deal with it later if was really distracting.
"Please hold the metronome up to eye level. Good. Now hold it there. Follow it with your eyes."
Amy rolled her eyes and look at the video again. Caroline was sitting with her hands up, holding the wooden pendulum up to her face. Amy wondered how exactly this was supposed to work, since Caroline's arms were going to get tired. She went back to her school work.
"Concentrate on the metronome, and hear it's ticking, see it's movement, feel it relaxing you as you drift into the motion..."
Amy shook her head and stopped paying much attention to the recording. Collins droned on and Caroline sat there and listened. Amy's direction for the paper took shape as she relaxed into working on her outline. She only looked up when she realized that Collins had paused. Amy checked, and the video had been running for maybe fifteen minutes. Caroline was sitting still, slouched in the chair and her face slack, staring at the metronome which her hands held in her lap. Amy kept watching for a minute. Collins looked happy, then looked up in the direction of the camera and frowned. She looked like she was thinking.
"Hear the ticking in your mind." Amy wasn't sure she was ever going to forget it, irritating as it had been. She sighed and went back to her homework. She was so focused on it that she didn't glance up for another fifteen minutes. When she did, she saw her friend standing up next to the chair, taking off her shirt.
"What the fuck?" Amy started watching in earnest. She sort of knew that sex might happen, but the very straight Caroline was doing this on camera, with a woman, and distributing it. Amy wondered if anyone else had a copy.
