It Runs in the Family
Chapter 68
Summer Lovin’: Part 36
“Now wake up for me.”
Connie drifted up from the trance. She licked her lip slowly, savoring the luxurious feeling of her mind piecing itself back together. She’d woken the others up from trance so many times, and yet now she really got to appreciate the sensation for herself. It wasn’t the same as waking from real sleep. Instead it felt like she’d simply been turned on, as if her consciousness just came back all at once. She certainly felt comfortable though. She’d been floating in a happy void, unaware of everything around her, and suddenly she was awake and aware.
Connie opened her eyes to see Michelle standing over her. The first thing she realized was that at some point she’d been put into a chair; the comfy one at the end of the room by the couch. The next thing Connie noticed was that Michelle was now dressed. Connie gasped with delight as she took in the perfect sight.
The cheerleader outfit was exactly as she’d pictured it in her head. A skimpy orange top with a pleated orange skirt, way too short to be regulation. The thing Connie hadn’t imagined was the big letter C emblazoned on the top, nestled over the curves of Michelle’s tits.
“I hope you like it,” Michelle said with a laugh. She did a little spin, the skirt flaring up to flash the briefest glimpse of her bare ass.
“When did you grab that?” Connie asked, but then her groggy brain caught up to the truth. The uniform wasn’t really there at all. Michelle was still totally naked, and this spectacular outfit was the result of hypnotic suggestion. “Oh my god.”
She reached out to touch it. Michelle posed obligingly, letting Connie run her hand over her ass to feel the soft material under her fingers. She pinched the end of the cheerleader skirt and pulled it up, shocked to see the skirt lifting to reveal Michelle’s ass.
“It feels so real.”
“I put a little extra time into making sure you saw it and felt it so vividly. I wanted you to enjoy it, Mistress.”
Connie stared up at Michelle, awe welling up in her chest. To think her mind could be manipulated to see something like this as if it were real. It was amazing. Incredible. So damn sexy. Is this how Michelle and the others felt when she controlled them?
“You know I love you staring at my ass, Connie, but perhaps you’re missing the bigger picture?”
“What do you mean?” she asked, not taking her eyes off Michelle’s rear.
Michelle giggled and stepped away. Connie could actually feel the fabric of the pleated skirt slipping out from her fingers. But without Michelle in front of her Connie finally paid attention to the rest of the room. Her jaw dropped.
The other girls stood in a perfect line before her, still entranced with blank expressions, but now all of them wore matching cheerleader outfits.
“Oh. My. God.”
“We’re so happy we could please you, Mistress. I’m sure the other girls think the same. If they could think right now.”
Connie jumped up from the chair, eager to run over and grope the hypnotized cheer squad, but Michelle suddenly planted her hands on Connie’s shoulders and pushed her back down into the chair.
“Not so fast,” she said, wagging a finger in her Mistress’ face. “You just sit right there and take in the show.”
Connie grumbled, and yet she felt no desire to get up again. In the back of her mind she wondered if that had been a command, uttered casually so she wouldn’t notice. Did Michelle still have control over her? Connie found the idea of unknowingly being under her own slave’s command deeply arousing.
Michelle gave nothing away on her part. She simply smiled and hurried over to the rest of the hypnotized cheerleaders. She took a spot in front of them all before turning to face Connie.
“Alright Mistress. When you’re ready just say the magic words.”
Connie had settled into the chair and slid her hand between her legs to enjoy herself, but paused at that. “What magic words?”
And just like magic, Connie suddenly knew the words to say. In the back of her mind she heard Michelle’s voice whispering, telling her the words to the hypnotic trigger.
So Connie smiled and began to rub her finger slowly along her clit. “Okay girls. It’s Cheer Time.”
Michelle’s eager expression went slack. She became just as entranced and still as the other women behind her. Then they all came to life, snapping out of their trances in unison. And all of them suddenly wore the biggest grins.
“OMG!” Jane cried, jumping up and down with excitement. Connie had never seen Jane so giddy, and felt like she’d die of embarrassment if she could see herself now.
“I, like, feel so good!” Sonia said with a cute giggle. Beside her, Heidi broke into an excited giggle.
“Like, me too!”
Coop was spinning around in place like a dog chasing her own tail, gushing with total abandon. “This skirt is soooo cute! Look, it’s so spinny!”
Aubrey clapped her hands to her face. “Oh gosh, I wonder if my skirt is all spinny too.” And then the muscular, tattooed, incredibly cool biker chick actually spun around too, tittering to herself as the pleated cheer skirt went flying up around her thighs.
Katie and Michelle had run to each other, talking so fast that Connie couldn’t catch their words. But they were groping each others tits and laughing wildly, having the time of their lives.
Connie kept rubbing at her clit and stared in amazement. Every one of her hypnotic playthings for the night had been transformed into bimbo cheerleaders. Ditzy, energetic, and sexy as hell.
Part of Connie knew she should feel guilty for dumbing the girls down into practically porno cheerleaders, and yet they were all so hot like this.
“Worth it,” Connie whispered to herself. But Coop’s head shot up in recognition. She stopped spinning, stumbling a little bit from being dizzy, but her attention quickly found Connie.
“OMG! It’s Connie!”
All the cheerleaders gasped, turning to Connie like she was the biggest celebrity on the planet.
“Um, hi girls,” she said, blushing hard with her hand still in her crotch.
The cheerleaders squealed. Michelle stepped forward, curling a strand of her hair around her finger like a smitten schoolgirl cliche. “Hey! Don’t mind us, we’re all just, like, so totally into you.”
“Really?”
“Obviously!” The cheer squad broke into high pitched laughter. They were acting straight out of a cheesy comedy, and Connie was loving it. She leaned forward in her chair and raised an eyebrow.
“So if I said I wanted to fuck all of you, you’d be down?”
A visible shudder of pleasure ran through every girl in the room. “Like, of course, Connie,” Katie said, her hair now up in pigtails to match Coop. “We’re, like, totally your sex slaves too.”
“And you’re our super sexy Mistress, right?” Coop asked, clinging onto Aubrey’s buff arm.
“That’s right. I’m your Mistress. And you’re my cheerleader sex slaves.”
They all gave an excited cheer, jumping up and down in place, which made their tiny skirts fly up and expose their dripping pussies. Logically Connie knew they were naked, and yet her clit still throbbed with excitement at every fleeting glimpse of nudity.
“Let’s all fuck Mistress!” Jane yelled. Connie sat back in the chair, ready to let herself be mobbed by adoring cheerleaders, when suddenly Michelle put out her hand and stopped Jane.
“Not yet.”
“What the heck? I can fuck Mistress if I wanna. You’re not my mom!”
Connie barked a laugh but quickly covered her mouth. Luckily Michelle and the others didn’t seem to notice why that was so funny to her.
Michelle squared up in front of Jane and poked her chest. “We can’t fuck Mistress yet, because we have to do our super sexy cheer just for her.”
At that, Jane went back to being all smiles. “Oh right! I’m a dummy.”
“We’re all dummies,” Coop chimed in helpfully. “We’re, like, cheerleaders, ?”
Sonia raised her hand. “I know I’m super dumb.”
Heidi giggled and threw up her hand. “Like, I’m dumb too!”
Connie wasn’t sure if bimbo cheerleaders were supposed to be aware that they’re dumb and hot, but they certainly seemed to enjoy declaring it and her soaked pussy was enjoying it too.
Michelle clapped her hands loudly. “Ready girls?”
The cheerleaders stopped giggling and hastily got back into formation. They spread out into a V-shape, with Michelle at the lead. All of them threw up a hand and raised one leg, and Connie swore they could have ed for a real cheer squad. She squirmed in her seat, eager to hear what impromptu cheer her slaves had created just for her.
“Ready? Okay!”
Connie, Connie, she’s the best!She’s our sexy hypnotist!Snaps her fingers and we’re mindless!She makes us all a horny mess!
Connie stared with complete awe. She was so invested in the sexy cheer that she even forgot to touch herself. Her hand lay still in her lap, clit aching but getting no relief from her fingers. Connie focused all her attention on the slutty cheerleaders, trying to burn every second of the routine into her memory.
They jumped and kicked and waved their arms, moving like a clumsy but enthusiastic cheer squad. All that energy, all that dedication, all that exhibitionist teasing done entirely for her benefit.
We’re Connie’s slaves and that’s a fact.We’re obedient and totally stacked!It’s such a thrill we get to serve her,She gives a command and we bend over!
In unison the cheerleaders turned and bent over, lifting their skirts to flash their asses at Connie. The girls were laughing and cheering, all clearly loving the chance to show off for her benefit.
The cheerleaders then broke into pairs, with most still cheering but two pausing at a time to grind against one another or make out. They performed like eager porn stars for a few seconds, then hurried back into their position to resume cheering, quickly replaced by two more girls.
We’re sexy sluts! And cheering dummies.We love to hump like horny bunnies!Watch us make out like pretty dolls,Snap your fingers and watch us fall!
We hope you liked our sexy dance,Now please put us in a super deep trance!C-O-N-N-I-EGoooo Connie!
The cheerleaders all held their final pose, panting for breath and sweat beading their foreheads. Connie kept staring for a few seconds, then jumped to her feet and clapped wildly.
“Wow! That was amazing!”
“We’re glad you liked it!” Michelle was the first to run forward and throw her arms around Connie, peppering her face with kisses. “We had to spend, like, a while coming up with all the cute rhymes.”
“That’s what you get for making us all so dumb,” teased Coop, who ran her hand through Connie’s hair.
“It was amazing,” Connie assured them. She tried to return Michelle and Coop’s attention, but now she was being mobbed by the whole cheer squad. They circled her like sharks, giggling and reaching out to grope her. There were so many hands on her body that Connie lost track of who was teasing her where. When someone’s hand cupped her pussy Connie let out a high pitched moan, and all the cheerleaders tittered.
Jane appeared over Connie’s shoulder, nibbling on her ear to get her attention. “Soooo… now that we did our sexy cheer, you’re gonna fuck us, right?”
“Absolutely, slave.”
Jane giggled, but for some reason it didn’t strike Connie as the usual bimbo giggle all the girls had adopted. There was a hungry look on Jane’s face. It immediately reminded Connie of how it felt kneeling beneath Jane when she and Aubrey had dominated her upstairs.
Hands and mouths continued to tease at her body. Connie let out a nervous moan.
“Alright, time to kneel for me slaves.”
Only the giggling cheer squad didn’t stop groping at her. If anything the hands and mouths redoubled their teasing efforts. Michelle and Katie shared a devious glance that made Connie tremble.
“We cooould kneel for you, Mistress,” Katie said with a smirk.
“It would be super hot,” Michelle agreed. “But we wanted to do something special for you.”
Fear and arousal swirled in Connie’s body. And yet it wasn’t the true fear she’d felt when Katie had usurped the other women from her. As much as she should be worried about the sinister giggling of the cheerleaders, a part deep inside herself felt totally safe. Excited, even.
Connie could practically hear the whispered assurances that must have been delivered to her while she was in her trance. Michelle had added something else to this fantasy, and Connie had to trust that it was something she’d enjoy.
“What else did you have in mind?” she asked, aware of just how agonizingly turned on she was under the attention of the cheer squad.
“Take a seat, Mistress,” Katie and Michelle said together, like it was rehearsed. Suddenly the girls all pulled their hands and lips away, before Michelle gave her a gentle push to sit her back down in the chair.
“We prepared a second cheer for you. And I know you’ll love it.”
Connie gulped and clenched her thighs together. The girls all ran back to the center of the room and got into position. She imagined them practicing all of this beforehand, coordinating their moves while she must have sat there, blank and oblivious in trance. It made her pussy melt. Connie desperately wished one of the cheerleaders had stayed behind to eat her out.
But then she couldn’t deny how badly she wanted to see what the traitorous sexy cheerleaders had prepared.
Like before, Michelle clapped her hands and took the lead. “Ready girls?”
“Yes!” The bimbofied girls cheered. They threw up their hands and began to chant once more.
Connie, Connie, you’re the best,But now let’s give your mind a rest.Sit back and listen to our chants,As we put you into a trance.
Connie’s eyes went wide. They were going to hypnotize her? Even though they’d all been turned into dumb, ditzy cheerleaders? The idea of letting the tables get turned on her by her own bimbo cheer squad was…
So hot, Connie realized, as a ripple of pleasure moved through her mind. Her eyes were locked on the dancing cheerleaders. And their words traveled directly to the deepest parts of her mind.
Don’t try to fight, you can’t resist,Now your cheer squad are the hypnotists.So watch our tits as we shake and sway,And let all your thoughts just slip away.
She did just as they instructed, watching the sensual movements of their bodies as her ability to think slid away from her. Connie knew it was happening, could feel the luxurious fog of trance embracing her mind, and yet she couldn’t fight it. Or didn’t want to fight it.
Connie wanted to stare at her gorgeous cheerleaders. She wanted to watch their tits bounce and their asses shake. She wanted her mind to empty itself for them.
Feels so good to drift and sink,Connie you don’t need to think.Stare at your cheerleader’s sexy strut,And picture yourself as our mindless slut.
It was impossible to make concrete thoughts, but the image bubbled up in her addled mind clear as day. Because it had been a command. Connie pictured herself as a mindless slut kneeling beneath the cheer squad. Her eyes blank, her mouth hanging open with drool hanging down her chin. A helpless doll for the cheerleaders to grope and move around. Connie saw them ordering her to eat them out, and herself happily obeying without a thought. Her head ducking under their short pleated skirts to worship cheerleader cunt. Her own pussy dripping with need, but they wouldn’t care about her pleasure.
She’s only there to serve them. She only exists to give them pleasure. A mindless slut.
“Mindless slut…” Connie mumbled. She blinked, snapping out of the light daze. She hadn’t been hypnotized already, had she?
Before she could even wonder on that the girls resumed their cheer, and Connie’s full attention was consumed with watching and listening to them.
Feel the pleasure in your clit,And give us control for just a bit.Become our slave; it’ll be so much fun!Now drop as we count down to one.
‘It’s really going to happen,’ Connie thought with dazed delight. She’d already melted into the couch, staring at her cheer squad with adoration. They were going to drop her into trance and program her and she’ll be nothing but a mindless slut for her own bimbo cheer squad.
Michelle was right. Connie was going to love this.
Three…
Connie shuddered, pleasure spiking through her whole body as her mind trembled.
Two…
Her thoughts eroded completely. Connie sank in on herself, ready to be plunged into empty bliss.
One! Sink, Connie, Sink!
And she sank. Deeply and eagerly. Connie groaned and slumped into the chair with a lopsided smile. Then her head drooped and her chin rested on her chest, her eyes gazing ahead at nothing.
The cheerleaders held their poses, panting and waiting. Seconds ticked by and Connie remained motionless in the chair. Michelle tiptoed over to her and gingerly took hold of Connie’s wrist. She lifted it up into their air and the limp arm went willingly. When Michelle let go the hand flopped back down into Connie’s lap.
“Connie,” she whispered in her ear. “Are you in, like, a deep trance for your cheerleaders?”
“Yes,” she answered in a blank voice that made Michelle’s clit throb. “I am in a deep trance for my cheerleaders.”
“We did it!” the girls cheered, jumping with joy before Michelle quickly shushed them. The cheer squad broke into embarrassed giggles, but the outburst hadn’t disturbed the hypnotized Connie in the slightest.
“So what do we do with Mistress now?” asked Jane, twirling a lock of her curly hair around her finger.
Michelle propped her hands on her hips to look in charge. “Me and Katie are gonna tell Mistress what to do.”
Coop raised her hand. “And what ?”
“You can all make out and fuck and stuff.”
“Oh awesome!”
The girls eagerly dove at each other, randomly picking someone to make out and fuck as instructed. Katie started moving towards Coop to eat out the cute girl’s ass while she sucked on Aubrey’s tits, but Michelle grabbed her shoulder and stopped her.
“I wanna make out and fuck and stuff too,” she whined. Michelle ignored her though. Their head cheerleader had a strange, absent look on her face. She reached up and tapped her forehead. Suddenly her eyes lit up with intelligence that a dumb cheerleader slut shouldn’t have.
“That’s better. Now for you.”
“Noooo, I wanna be dumb,” Katie whined.
“I know you do, but we have to take care of Mistress first.” As Michelle pressed her thumb against her forehead Katie felt a moment of clarity, as if all the fuzzy wool taking up space in her head had been plucked out. Her own intelligence returned, she blushed hard.
“Wow, that really is trippy. Going from dumb to smart, I mean.”
“You can be dumb again soon. First we have to give Connie the full submissive treatment she desires.”
Katie nodded, suddenly able to the plan. Michelle had woken her up earlier and allowed her to listen in as a hypnotized Connie had described her submissive desires.
“God she’s going to be so hot,” Katie mumbled. Suddenly Michelle wrapped her arms around her. She stared into Michelle’s eyes, melting under her intense gaze.
“We’re going to make her so hot,” the older woman corrected her, and the reminder that they were conditioning and changing their Mistress made Katie whimper with delight. Now this. This was the kind of hypnosis and mind control that Katie desired.
“Before we get started, though.”
Katie and Michelle leaned in for a ionate kiss. They made out above the hypnotized and oblivious Connie, while the erotic moans of the cheerleader orgy swirled around them.
When they broke the kiss Katie was grinning ear to ear. “Now let’s turn out Mistress into a sex toy.”