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Mephisto and Martha Part 6
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Mephisto and Martha pt 6
The ropes dug into his wrists, chafing his skin as she
moved languorously around his helpless frame, her finger
trailing cold fire, rousing his maleness to full attention. He
was dimly aware that another of his hypnotized slaves would be
arriving any moment and that worried him somewhat, But Martha's
dark, expressive eyes were watching his body's reaction to her
ministrations and her smile was getting wider with each passing
second.
She looked down at her helpless victim and chuckled a low,
evil chuckle at his plight. When they had first met, Martha was
his victim, but he had allowed her to learn too much of his
methods and now HE was HERS! "Yes, Terry, you've done a fine
job, thank you."
At Martha's words of praise, Terry felt an exultation like
she hadn't felt in years! She had made Martha happy! It was
almost all she seemed to live for and she was delighted to do so
well. Looking over at her glamorous friend, Terry was almost
forced to ask, "Is there anything else I can do to help, Martha?"
Martha considered for a moment and smiled at her,
winningly. "Yes, Terry, there is. Would you kneel down in front
of me here and not move until I ask you to?"
Terry moved quickly, kneeling in front of her friend, the
eagerness to please Martha still the most important thing in her
life. She looked up at Martha's dark eyes and felt like she
could continue looking into them forever. Martha was speaking
and THAT meant Terry HAD to listen.
"Terry, all I want you to do is stay right where you are
until I ask you to move. Can you do that for me?" Martha's
smile got wider as Terry nodded her beautiful head, still gazing
into Martha's eyes, a look of sweet submission on her perfect
face. "Terry, please close your eyes while you wait for me."
The seagreen eyes closed instantly. Martha's smile grew.
A knock at the door snapped Martha's raven-haired head
around. Looking to the Hypnotist she whispered, "Who is that?"
The knocking sounded again.
The Hypnotist's mind cleared for a moment and he
remembered that Veronica, Terry's mother, was here for their
weekly fuck session. He quietly explained the situation to
Martha and continued to beg her to hypnotize him and satisfy the
overwhelming need to have her control him hypnotically.
On hearing this, Martha's mind went into overdrive with
plans! Terry's mother had been very disapproving of Martha's
swimsuit commercials for some time. This was her chance for
revenge! Moving to the door, she opened it and stood aside as
the statuesque Veronica swirled into the dressing room. She
stopped in mid-stride as she took in the tableau of the
Hypnotist bound to the table and another woman, a blonde,
kneeling, naked, with her back to the door. As she opened her
mouth to speak, Veronica heard a crisp fingersnap sound behind
her.
The Hypnotist saw Martha's pointing finger even as the
sound of the snapping fingers echoed in the room. Veronica
turned to face him as he said the key words that sent her svelte
body tumbling to the floor in a deep trance.
Martha's laughter echoed in the small room as she closed
the door and stepped over to the bound Hypnotist on the table.
Smiling a tiger-like smile, she sneered, "So you want me to
hypnotize YOU?" The single bark of laughter that followed cut
into his ego like a cat o' nine tails. "For me to do that, you
have to do something for me." She could barely contain the
wicked satisfaction she was getting watching him trying to
please her. "I want you to place Veronica under MY hypnotic
control."
The Hypnotist nodded and started to speak, his voice
resonant and powerful. "Veronica, in a moment you will listen
to a new voice, a voice that will control your trance even more
completely than mine. You will obey this voice and go deeper
into your trance than ever before. Do you understand?"
From the floor, Veronica's mellifluous voice floated as
though she were talking in her sleep, "Yes, Master. I will go
deeper into trance for the voice and I will obey all of the
suggestions I am given." She sighed and sank even further into
herself as Martha began speaking and the strobe flashed into her
mind sending her even deeper into hypnotic submission.
"Veronica, as you go deeper and deeper to sleep with each
word that I say, you also are becoming aware of a need you have
had since you were very small. That need is the need to obey my
voice at all times. My voice has spoken to you in your dreams
and now you are hearing it for real and you NEED to obey, even
after I awaken you from your trance. No matter where you are or
what you are doing, you will always do exactly as I command and
you will always return to trance whenever I tell you to. Do you
understand?"
"Yes, I understand. I will always obey you and fall into
trance whenever you want me to." Veronica sighed again as the
machine forced her to fall even deeper into Martha's spell.
Martha's voice drove her deeper under her control now;
"When you awaken, you will not be surprised to see your daughter
in this room at all, in fact, the idea of her being under my
control will turn you on even more. You will realize when you
awaken, that the Hypnotist on the table is no longer your Master
and that he has been taking sexual advantage of you for months.
You will do whatever comes to mind when you realize that so long
as you do not leave this room and do not permanently or visibly
injure anyone. Do you understand, Veronica?"
Veronica's voice sounded vague and far away as she
replied, "Yes, Mistress. He has been taking advantage of me
using his hypnotic powers. I cannot hurt him visibly or
permanently but can do anything else I want. I will always go
to sleep when you want me to and always obey your voice. Seeing
Terry under your control will turn me on as well. I understand,
Mistress. I NEED to obey and I WANT to obey."
Martha's wicked smile flashed in the dim room as she
turned off the hypnosis machine and counted to three, wakening
the sleek Veronica, watching carefully for how well the haute
couture bitch would respond to her commands. Veronica stood
slowly as the realization dawned on her that the Hypnotist had
been taking sexual liberties with her while she was hypnotized.
While one part of her had enjoyed the sessions immensely,
another part of her was outraged that he DARED to touch her in
that way without her consent!
Veronica moved to the side of the table and looked down at
the helpless Hypnotist, a wickedly sexy revenge forming in her
mind. She slowly removed her dress and let him see her athletic
and busty form. Her 38D breasts were still firm and upturned,
the nipples womanly and erect. Out of the corner of her eye,
Veronica saw the hypnotically controlled form of her daughter
and became moist with the anticipation of her revenge on this
man.
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