It Runs in the Family
Chapter 62
Summer Lovin’: Part 30
Connie marched with purpose up the stairs. She had been given a command from her Mistress, and like a good slave she would obey. Another betrayal. Another slave. Perhaps Connie should have felt remorse or worry for her actions, but that was the blessed part of being a slave: her emotions no longer mattered. She would only obey.
The one emotion that did run rampant through Connie was an all crushing arousal. Knowing what she was about to do left Connie hornier than she’d ever been. When she reached the top of the stairs she stared at Michelle’s door, picturing her sleeping inside. It would be so wrong to betray Michelle. To hand over someone who trusted her and became her slave to her new Mistress. But then that’s exactly what Connie had just done to Jane. Mother and daughter, betrayed and given up as a gift.
Connie rubbed at her clit, savoring how awfully hot this was. She could march right in there and brainwash Michelle. Except her Mistress had demanded a real betrayal from her. Something special, to prove how devoted of a slave she was. So Connie turned away from Michelle’s door and headed into the bedroom. It took her a bit to sort through the mess left behind by her threesome with Aubrey and Jane, which felt like a lifetime ago now. Her whole body hummed with intense arousal at the knowledge of what she was about to do.
Finally she found her phone under a pile of clothes. Without hesitation she dialed her oldest friend. Her first love. The reason she’d gotten into this whole hypnosis thing in the first place.
Tara. Would she even be up this late? She still had the run of the house with Naomi. Surely the pair of young girlfriends wouldn’t turn in early.
The call went to voice-mail, but Connie ended it without leaving a message. The thought of ordering Tara into trance and calling her back was hot, but she didn’t want to wait around. So she called again, this time clicking it to face-time. Connie held up her phone and saw herself on the screen; naked, covered in sweat, with a fervent devotion in her eyes.
“I’m a slave for my Mistress,” she told herself, smiling with delight at her reflection. She looked beautiful like this. Owned. Corrupted. Enslaved.
Connie was almost caught by surprise when her image shrank from the screen down to a tiny corner, and instead saw Tara appear. Her short hair was drenched, her dark skin glistening with traces of water, and Connie could just make out a towel covering her chest.
“Hey Connie! Sorry I just got out of the shower. Hope you don’t mind.”
“Not at all,” Connie purred, smiling as she raised her phone. She saw Tara’s eyes pop as she got a full view of Connie’s nudity. “It’s only fair since I’m naked too.”
“W-what’s up?” Tara looked away from the phone, blushing with embarrassment.
“I just really needed to talk to you.”
“So bad that you couldn’t put clothes on first?” she chuckled nervously.
Connie ignored the question and asked, “Where’s Naomi? She’s still staying over, right?”
“Yeah, she’s cleaning up. Um, I don’t know how my girlfriend would feel about you calling me naked.”
“She’d probably be upset,” Connie replied with a grin, spreading her legs and stroking at herself. “Your best friend calling you naked and horny.”
“Connie? Are you okay?”
“I’m great. Better than I’ve ever felt. And soon you will be too.”
“What are you—”
“Sink into trance for me, Tara.”
The words took effect instantly. All the worry on Tara’s face wiped away, replaced with a blank and happy smile.
“Drop the towel. Show me your body.”
“Yes.” Tara dropped her towel, angling the camera to show off her naked body. Connie rubbed herself faster, shivering.
This was what she’d always wanted. To take her friend for her own. But Connie had always held herself back. She’d wanted to be good. Luckily her morals didn’t matter anymore. Her Mistress wanted another slave. A true betrayal. Connie couldn’t wait to obey.
“Tara, you will go to Naomi and give her the phone so she can see me.”
“Yes,” her friend replied in monotone, before turning and beginning to walk out of her room. Connie’s heart was racing as she watched Tara marching in trance. Marching towards her girlfriend, naked and hypnotized without a clue of what she was doing.
“This is so fucking hot,” Connie moaned to herself.
From the screen, she heard Tara reply, “Yes.”
Then a quieter voice came through. “What’s that, Tara?” Tara kept walking, turning through the doorway of what Connie recognized as the kitchen. “Hey babe, what are you… oh wow.” Connie heard Naomi chuckling. “I thought you took a shower to clean up. You know if we fuck again you’re just gonna need another. Hey, why are you… why do you look like that?”
There was something in Naomi’s voice. Fear, or maybe awe. Tara did nothing to hide her blank expression. Instead she declared, in a dazed voice, “Connie wants to talk to you.”
Then the view changed as Tara turned her phone around. Now Connie could see Naomi standing beside the sink, wearing only a pair of sweatpants with her tits on display. Connie loved how full they looked, better than she’d fantasized.
“Connie?”
Naomi walked closer, gasping when she no doubt got a good look at Connie’s naked body. Connie held her phone out, posing and putting herself fully on display. Naomi’s jaw had dropped. She said nothing, her eyes only darting from the naked Connie on screen and Tara’s blank, indifferent expression.
Connie smiled at Naomi and said, “Like what you see?”
“What’s… what’s happening?” Naomi sounded breathless, and stumbled back a step. It was only natural she’d be confused. So Connie decided to help explain things.
“It’s simple, Naomi. I put Tara into a trance. She obeys me completely now. Don’t you, Tara?”
“Yes Connie,” droned Tara.
Naomi shuddered, staring slightly above the phone. No doubt taking in her mindless girlfriend.
“And now I’m going to put you into a deep trance too.”
She watched Naomi fall back and land against the sink, bracing herself. Naomi gulped hard, her eyes wide. “What are… what are you going to do with us?”
Connie grinned. “I’m going to brainwash you both into slaves.”
Naomi shook hard. A whimper escaped her, and yet she made no move to get away. It was almost too easy. Connie brought her phone close to her face, so that her eyes dominated the screen.
“Look into my eyes, Naomi. Look into the eyes that will hypnotize you.”
Naomi stared into the screen, going rigid.
“You can’t look away. You don’t want to look away, Naomi. I am going to hypnotize you, and you can’t do anything to fight it.”
“Oh god.”
“Stare into my eyes and drop, Naomi. Just like when I hypnotized you before. that feeling of trance so clearly. How completely it consumed you back then. Drop into trance for me.”
Naomi’s whole body had tensed up, but now she went limp. Her shoulders slumping, her arms slipping away off the sink. Naomi sagged, but picked her head up to stare at the screen. To stare at Connie’s eyes without looking away. A blankness came over her, like her intelligence was being drained away.
“Sink for me,” Connie commanded.
“Yes,” Naomi whispered.
“Going into trance for me.”
“Yes,” she replied, a little louder but her voice devoid of emotion.
“Obey me.”
Naomi shuddered. “Yes.”
“Drop for me.”
“Yes.” Suddenly Naomi fell away, vanishing from the screen.
Connie had been rubbing herself fervently, lost in the high of betraying her friends, and suddenly froze as Naomi disappeared.
“Naomi?”
A weak voice replied, “Yes.”
“Tara, show me Naomi.”
The camera angle tilted down, showing Naomi sitting on the kitchen floor, slumped against the cabinet beneath the sink. Connie realized what happened and started laughing uncontrollably.
“I didn’t mean drop literally,” she finally managed to say. “I only meant drop into trance, Naomi.”
Naomi remained slumped on the floor like a forgotten toy, only saying, “I’m sorry, Connie.” Even with flopping to the floor, Naomi seemed to have remained totally hypnotized.
“Stand up.”
“Yes, Connie.” Naomi picked herself slowly off the floor, her movements sluggish and exaggerated. Connie basked in it all the same. She’d put Naomi in trance, and had Tara too. Her best friend and her girlfriend, who she’d promised herself to keep out of her kinky games. Now they were under her power, and soon they’d be slaves for her Mistress.
“Naomi, strip naked.”
“Yes, Connie.”
Connie savored the view as Naomi yanked down her sweatpants, kicking them away. Then she stood up, naked and on display for her.
“Both of you go sit on the couch. Set up the phone on the table so I can see you both while you’re sitting.”
The girls obeyed, walking into the next room and dropping down onto the couch. Tara and Noami then spent about a minute fiddling with the camera, the mindless girls trying to prop up the phone only for it to keep falling over. Connie waited patiently though, happy to rub herself to the blank and dumb expressions on the two girls.
Finally they managed to set something behind the phone so it wouldn’t fall. Tara and Naomi sat back on the couch, scooching over slightly to the right so they were both clearly visible to Connie.
“Spread your legs for me.”
“Yes, Connie.” The hypnotized girlfriends replied, spreading their legs wide.
“I am going to turn you both into slaves. You will not want to resist in any way. You will want only the pleasure of serving your Mistress with total devotion. Understand?”
Naomi nodded immediately. “I understand.”
But Tara bit her lip.
The Silva girls and their resistance. “What do you find wrong with being a slave, Tara?”
Tara’s blank eyes widened a little. “I don’t find anything wrong with being a slave.”
“Then why did you hesitate to answer?”
“Because Naomi might not want to be a slave. I don’t want her to do something she doesn’t want to do.”
Connie smiled. “Tara, turn to Naomi and listen to her.” Tara did so. “Now Naomi, you don’t have any resistance to being a slave, do you?”
“No Connie,” Naomi replied in an empty voice. “I will not resist in any way. I want only the pleasure of serving my Mistress with total devotion.”
“Do you want to see Tara become a mindless slave too?”
Suddenly Naomi shivered, and Connie worried that she’d knocked her right out of trance. Naomi had only been hypnotized the once, after all. Maybe the trance wasn’t as strong as she thought. It was a wonder she’d been able to hypnotize Naomi at all.
But then Naomi let out an erotic moan, her eyes fluttering. “Yesss,” she hissed.
“Yes what?”
“Yes, Connie. I want to see Tara become a mindless slave so badly.”
Connie blinked in surprise. Obviously her words were already affecting her, but she was surprised Naomi would be rendered that obedient so quickly. Still, it was useful, as she saw Tara’s jaw drop.
“Tara, do you see how eager Noami is to become a slave?”
“Yes,” she answered slowly.
“And she wants you to be a mindless, obedient slave too. So will you become a slave, for Naomi’s sake?”
This time Tara turned to the camera, to Connie, and smiled. “Yes, Connie. I’ll do anything to make Naomi happy.”
So romantic, Connie thought to herself, as she rubbed her clit to the dark desires fueling her.
“Then I want both of you to begin rubbing at your clits slowly. Careful, slow circles moving clockwise.” The blank girls lowered their hands between their legs. They began to rub a finger over their clit, though Tara had to stop and begin rubbing in the other direction, apparently too hypnotized to which way was clockwise. Connie chuckled. “Rub in unison, so you are both in sync. Fingers rising and falling together with each circle around your clits. Feel each other’s pleasure on top of your own. Rubbing your clits together, sealing your fates to become slaves.”
Tara and Naomi both shivered, their hands slowing until they were stroking softly at their clits in sync.
“Good girls. Now you will repeat these mantras I will give you. I am a slave.”
“I am a slave,” said Tara and Naomi, eyes empty.
“I exist to serve my Mistress.”
“I exist to serve my Mistress.”
“My only purpose is to obey Mistress.”
“My only purpose is to obey Mistress.”
Connie smiled. The mantras rang from within her own conditioned mind, and it was sheer bliss to hear her programming echoed by the other two girls. Infecting them with her brainwashing towards Katie.
“Repeat those three lines, speaking in unison. Rubbing your clits like this will sink the words deep into your mind, until they become the most important commands in your head.”
“I am a slave,” Tara and Naomi said together. “I exist to serve my Mistress. My only purpose is to obey Mistress.”
“Again. Over and over, until you are completely enslaved to Mistress.”
“Yes Mistress,” the girls said, and Connie was surprised to realize they were referring to her. It made sense, she supposed. They didn’t know that Connie was a slave, working for her Mistress and girlfriend Katie. It was natural for them to assume that Connie was enslaving them to be her slaves.
She almost corrected them, but it would be tiresome to explain. Especially when they were so fun to watch, reciting their mantra of enslavement together. It was fine for them to condition themselves to be her slaves. Then, when they were conditioned beyond all resistance, she’d simply hand them over to her Mistress, just as she did with Jane.
Two new beautiful slaves to serve Mistress. Hypnotized girlfriends, now devoted to pleasing her. Connie’s oldest friend and first love, betrayed as a gift to Mistress. Connie hoped Katie would love it as much as she loved betraying them.
Her finger rubbed against her clit, moving in the same soft, steady circles as Tara and Noami. The motion felt so familiar. Connie could almost feel pleasure churning in her mind, as if stroking her clit was like tightening a collar around her own throat. Sealing her obedience.
“This must be how Mistress conditioned me,” Connie said in wonder, smiling with delight. She stroked and conditioned herself along with Tara and Naomi, drinking in their mantras. Then she began to speak them too, the words carved into her soul already.
“I am a slave,” the three girls said together.
“I exist to serve my Mistress.”
“My only purpose is to obey Mistress.”
Connie’s eyes fluttered as she almost sunk into trance. Then Tara and Noami declared, “I am a slave.” The words hit Connie, her eyes going blank as she resumed stroking her clit and speaking absently. “I exist to serve my Mistress. My only purpose is to obey Mistress.”
The three hypnotized girls conditioned themselves together over the video call, staring into each others blank eyes as they tightened the control over themselves, and each other, in unison.
“I am a slave.”
“I exist to serve my Mistress.”
“My only purpose is to obey Mistress.”
“I am a slave.”
“I—”
“Connie!”
Connie snapped awake, jumping up from the bed. The phone had fallen from her limp hand while she was in trance, but she could see Tara and Naomi still reciting and rubbing their clits on screen.
“Connie!” Katie shouted again. “Stop what you’re doing and come down here at once!”
The command took hold instantly, obedience replacing the fog of awakening from trance. Without a second thought she reached down and ended the call, Tara and Naomi vanishing from the screen. She left her phone there and marched out of the room and back down the stairs. Her Mistress now sat atop Heidi and Sonia, using them as her throne while Coop licked devotedly at her ass. Aubrey and Jane were standing like attendants behind her, one holding a tray of snacks that they fed her, while the other held a cup that she could drink from.
Pampered and pleasured like this, Katie truly resembled some carnal queen. Katie saw her and frowned. “Where have you been? I ordered you to bring me another slave.”
“I did, Mistress. Or I am. I was just on the phone with them. I’m making you two slaves.”
That appeared to appease Katie, until she frowned. “And how long will it take for my new slaves to come here and serve me?”
Connie put her hands behind her back, suddenly feeling foolish. “They both live back in my hometown, so maybe a few hours.”
“I want more servants now,” Katie whined. She sounded drunk on power, but Connie still felt the fervent desire to obey and serve them.
“I’m sorry, Mistress. I went for the deepest betrayal I could think of. It was so hot to condition them to serve you.” Connie shuddered at the memory of her betrayal. “But I should have focused on giving you a slave as fast as possible. Please forgive me for being stupid, Mistress.”
“My other slaves were informing me that you’ve hypnotized women all over town. I want you to bring me all of them. Condition them all to serve and worship me. I deserve them.”
“Of course you do, Mistress. I don’t have all of their numbers, but I’d be happy to go into town tomorrow and find them. We’ll lead them all to you and enslave them to your will.”
Katie smiled, stroking at her tits happily. “Yes. A whole line of slaves. All brainwashed to love me. Its what I deserve.”
“Absolutely Mistress. But let me bring you a slave right away.”
“Do it, slave. And then I’ll allow you the honor of eating my royal cunt.”
“Of course, Mistress. I’d love to worship you.” With that Connie turned and ran back up the stairs. She felt so foolish. Obviously betraying Tara and her girlfriend Naomi was dark and hot, but they’d take forever to drive to the cabin. Her Mistress deserved another slave right away. And luckily there was one to be taken right in the house.
This time Connie marched right to Michelle’s door and opened it. She saw Michelle wrapped in the blankets, turning uneasily in her sleep. As Connie flicked on the lights Michelle opened her eyes, giving a groggy groan.
“Connie?” Michelle smiled, blinking blearily as she recognized her. “What can I do for you, Mistress? I thought you wanted me to sleep.”
“I have a new purpose for you,” Connie told her, climbing onto the bed. She took Michelle’s head in her hands, bringing her in for a kiss. Michelle melted without resistance, all too trusting and eager. When Connie broke the kiss she whispered into her ear, “Sink for me, slave. As deep as you can go.”
“Yes, Mistress,” Michelle sighed, dropping instantly.
Connie smiled. She wasn’t fit to be called Mistress. Only her Mistress deserved that title. She only needed to show Michelle this truth too.
“Listen to me closely,” she commanded, as Michelle fell deep under the spell of the trance.