Cinduction

Cin's voice called her back. "But she's a stranger."

The blonde blinked, having to recall what they were talking about. "So? You can take whoever you want, you're Cin," Beverly argued with absolute conviction. "Email her, get a second interview and give her the song. I know you want to," the blonde breathed.

For a moment, Cin simply stared into her eyes. The next, She moved and Beverly was on her back with Her hovering above her. "You're right," the raven-haired hybrid purred. Her body slid down Bev's, their only contact Her taut nipples slowly gliding over the blonde's tanned skin, tracing two lines of sensual delight. Her breath played over Beverly's wet folds, melting her just a little more. "I want to."

She gave the blonde a teasing lick. "I want to see her naked." Her tongue flicked out again, collecting Bev's dew above the spot she'd just visited. "I want to hear her moan." Higher. "I want to smell her lust." Bev groaned, her hands grabbing at the comforter; that one had flicked her clit. "I want to feel her juices coat my tongue." Higher again, past Bev's button, the supple organ almost touched Her Mark. It dampened Beverly's arousal just enough to appreciate what was going to happen next.

"I want to taste her essence." Sensation flashed through the blonde, slowing everything down to a crawl. Cin's tongue began to slowly trace Her Mark, the symbol sending pulses of pleasure rolling through Bev's body in sync with Her heartbeat. Beverly froze, the waves rebounding when they couldn't escape, suffusing her form.

The world shrank down to Her tongue on Her Mark and expanded so the Song could fill it all up. Beverly vanished happily to make room, her body arcing off the bed on its own. There was only the Song rising to a crescendo and taking a mewling Cin's with it. Cum squirted from her cunt, splashing against Her chin.

The Singer added a new line and Cin's obeyed, twisting the blonde's body around so she could bury her face in Her pussy. Vaguely, Cin's heard Her say more words, but they held no meaning for her. All she understood at the moment was right in front of her, filling her mouth. "Yessss, I'll send her an email, hmmm, later."

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Anisidora finished saying her goodbyes to her customer before turning her attention to Cindy. She'd only seen the girl from the corner of her eyes when she got in, so her appearance was a bit of a surprise to Anisidora.

She wore a peach sundress, a perfect fit for the sunny weather outside but a puzzling choice for a job interview. 'Of course, she doesn't know I'm going to say no,' the businesswoman reflected. 'She's nice enough and she does seem to have a brain but... Oh, be honest; you're not thinking with your own brain here. You want something else from her more.'

Naturally, the owner of Pandora's Box didn't say that to Cindy. "Hey, you're early."

"I noticed."

'Another surprise. She wasn't this confident the last time,' Anisidora noted. 'It does help explain the clothes, she feels at ease this time. Sure.'

"It's alright," Anisidora assured her. Shooting Cindy a smile, she stepped around the counter and went to the door to close up. The businesswoman wasn't expecting anybody for at least an hour and she wanted privacy for what she was planning.

Cindy wasn't going to get the job, but Anisidora was starting to wonder if the raven-haired girl didn't already know that. And was anticipating what it meant. 'Now there's a nice thought. It certainly would make my work easier.' With her back to the girl, it was safe for Anisidora to let her smile ease into a predatory grin.

After leading Cindy back to her office, they both sat in the same chairs as last time. Unlike last time, the desk was free of clutter and Sara herself was wearing a more flattering outfit ... with some very nice lingerie underneath it. "So, we've been exchanging messages for a couple of days now, and I think I've gotten to know you ... which has led me to believe that there is still an obstacle to your employment here."

"Oh?"

That was all Cindy said, still showing no concern. Instead, she looked vaguely bemused, tilting her head a little to the right as her gaze swept over Anisidora's body.

"Yes," the proprietress forged on. "I don't want to embarrass you, but working here means interacting with customers, helping them with our products. And you, at the moment, are inexperienced."

Now, Cindy chuckled: "And you're offering to train me."

Clasping her hands in front of her on the desk, Anisidora did her best to project an earnest appearance. "You know my policy, Cindy. I don't sleep with my employees and I refuse to pay someone who doesn't have the know-how to do her job. But I like you, and I want to hire you," she lied easily, because everything except the last part was true.

"I saw how intrigued you were the first time you came over my doorstep," Anisidora added huskily.

"So that's your opening bid?"

"I beg your pardon?" She hadn't expected that reaction.

"Of our negotiations. You're offering no job, but a place in your bed as your lover."

Anisidora stared at the girl with a slack jaw.

"Oh, don't look so shocked. All you think about when you look at me is sex and submission. You're picturing me bent over your knee, paddling my ass 'cause I'm such a bad girl."

"I-I don't know what you're talking about." She was certain she hadn't been that obvious. 'Did she guess? Ask around about me?' Strangest of all was how Cindy acted. Anisidora was sure she'd heard a note of interest when the girl had described her fantasy.

Cindy rose from her chair, pushing it back with a foot that had slipped from her sandal before stepping out of the other one so she could kick the footwear out of the way as well. "Yes, you do. But enough about your offer; let's talk about mine."

With those words, the raven-haired girl shimmied out of her sundress to reveal she hadn't been wearing anything else.

Anisidora couldn't help but glance over her lightly tanned form. Even now, nude and obviously aroused, standing there, Cindy had a sort-of wholesome attractiveness about her. 'No tan lines,' Sarah noted.

"That's your offer?"

The girl's smile got a little bigger. "No, silly. I'm just slipping into something more comfortable before I make my offer." Before Anisidora could ask what she meant by that, Cindy showed her.

Her form rippled; there was no other word for it. Her skin lost its tan and became white as porcelain while the brown of her aureoles became a light pink. Her curves got curvier even as the muscles in her limbs and stomach became more noticeable.

Spell-bound, Anisidora watched a tail swish through the air for several heartbeats. Finally, her eyes traveled back up to stare into the twinkling sapphires that had replaced Cindy's brown eyes. 'No, not twinkling,' Anisidora corrected herself, 'shining. It's almost as if they're glowing.'

"This is my offer," Cindy purred as light spilled from her eyes.

Anisidora felt the light flow into her, deeper and deeper, touching her in places she didn't even know existed. She'd been intimate with dozens of women. Now the businesswoman realized she hadn't known the meaning of the word.

It felt as if Cindy's soul was pouring into her, and was hugging her own soul. It washed against her, massaging her very being, creating whispers that Anisidora could only feel, not hear. 'Relax.' Her spirit tensed at the contact making Anisidora more aware of Cindy and what her light was doing. 'Relax.'

It sounded like a good idea. Being tense was a bad thing and relaxing was good. So she should relax. 'But my heart tells me I shouldn't. That if I do, I'll lose ... something.'

"I will work here, and you will pay me like you would any cashier, but you won't be the one giving orders."

A frown failed to materialize on her face. "I-I won't ... I'm the boss." Anisidora had to pull the words out, but she meant every single one of them. In her relationships, she was always the boss.

"That's what we're haggling about," Cindy corrected her. "You're offering fun while I offer you something you've always been wondering about."

Anisidora refused to respond, to give any impression of weakness.

"I know you, Sarah," Cindy purred. "All those women, all those girls, its always they who submitted to you. You were on top, looking into their eyes as they gave themselves over to you. You saw the joy there, the mindless pleasure." Her voice was caressing the words.

Anisidora didn't want to, but the words were too evocative. Faces emerged in her mind, their eyes confirming everything Cindy had just spoken of. And, for a moment, she felt safe and secure in her place above them.

A moan escaped her as her resistance loosened just a tad, letting the light's questing fingers massage her that much deeper. Anisidora wanted to shake her head in denial, but it was as trapped as the rest of her. Stuck in blue amber. 'Is she reading my mind too?' She embraced the fear that thought evoked with open arms, anything to stave off the warm, comforting, relaxing light. 'Relax.' This time, she managed to bite back the moan.

Cindy pressed on. "And with every look, the temptation grew. 'How does it feel,' you wondered, 'giving in, surrendering, submitting?"

"Ne-No." It was hard to push the word past her unresponsive lips. 'Hard to deny. No, not deny. Speak, because it isn't true.'

"Shhh, you're secret's safe with me," Cindy assured her ignoring Anisidora's protest. "You're safe with me. There's no threat here, no reason not to give in to what you want and submit."

The words sounded so nice. Safe, no threat: "Give in to what you want." What could be wrong with that? 'What is wrong with that?' Anisidora wondered. A little more tension dissolved like sugar in water, and it tasted just as sweet. 'I can't-she's not... human, remember? She's doing something to you. Cindy is doing this to you.'

"And you are giving in," Cindy asserted, throwing Sarah's struggling mind for a loop. "You know resisting draws this out and makes the surrender more intense. That's why you fight so hard, because you want to savor your defeat."

Her mind couldn't help but ponder those words. 'Is it true? She's so insistent, and I am losing ...' As if simply thinking it was enough to make it true, Sarah felt herself slipping. 'No, stop that. Don't think, fight! Don't think, fight! Don't think, fight!'

The words helped. They helped a lot, driving Cindy's presence back. "Don't think, fight!" Saying it out loud was even better. Saying meant she spent less of her attention on hearing Cindy's words. "Don't think, fight!" the businesswoman whispered to herself.

"I can help you with not thinking," Cindy tried. "I can make it so you can stop thinking whenever you want. Or I want." Anisidora hardly paid any attention to the words. 'Don't think, fight!' They were simply noise. "Oh, don't be like that."

"Don't think, fight! Don't think, fight! Don't think, fight!"

Her words were met by silence. "Don't think, fight!" Time stretched on as Anisidora clung to those words like a life-preserver. Nothing changed, she wasn't slipping anymore. The light still pressed on her but Anisidora wasn't afraid anymore as she let her own mantra fill her mind.

"Don't think ..." The light flared up, distracting Anisidora. Collecting herself, she picked up where she left off. "Fight! Don't think," she started, only to be interrupted by another pulse that derailed all thought. And another. 'Where was I?' she wondered. 'Oh yes.' "Don't think." Flash. "Don't fi..." No, that was wrong. "Think." Yes, that was it. "Don't think." Pulse. "Don't think." Flash. "Don't think. Don't think."

The light pulsed in time with her mantra. "Don't think." She felt as if she'd forgotten something. "Don't think." But she couldn't remember, because that required thought. "Don't think," Anisidora reminded herself. The light wrapped around her, flowed deeper into her. 'Don't think. Relax. Don't think.' Sarah did as she was told.

"Oooooh," she moaned as the light filled her up. Her mind became an empty, bright, blue expanse. And it felt good. Relaxing into her chair Sarah floated about. Not a single thought to distract her from this wonderful feeling.

"Stand up."

The thought puzzled Sarah for a moment even as her body tensed and lifted itself out of her chair. She wasn't supposed to have thoughts. Then she realized it hadn't been her doing the thinking, it had come from the outside. 'Cindy.'

"You can't think."

Sarah blanked again. She couldn't think.

"I will think for you. My words will be your thoughts."

Cindy's words would be Sarah's thoughts. Something sliced through the air and her clothes, barely missing her skin. Her suit, her expensive underwear, it all fell to the floor in pieces, leaving her standing naked in the cool air. The businesswoman didn't feel the loss, paid no heed to the embarrassment of standing in her office without a stitch on. Cindy hadn't said she should. All Sarah felt was the peace of emptiness.

"You want to submit to me. It is your greatest desire, your hottest fantasy. Now tell me, what's the most humiliating act that you could commit, the one that would clinch it for you?"

The ideas bubbled up, plastering her mind with images and firming her nipples into diamond-hard bullets. Squirming, Sarah told Cindy what she wanted.

Chapter 3

Miss Anisidora blinked and looked around, her mind felt so sluggish. 'I'm in my office ... Why? What happened ... before?' A frown creased her forehead as she looked down. 'I'm naked?!' A hand moved down and gingerly dipped between her legs. A shudder forced her eyes to close. 'And wet. What happened?' the businesswoman wondered again.

A pair of hands slid around her waist from behind and pulled her back to rest against pillowy breasts. "I found what you needed," a woman breathed into her left ear.

"Who?" Her memory finally started to come back again allowing her to put a name to the voice. "Cindy?" And then she remembered, the interview, Cindy undressing, changing, her eyes shining with an inner light. It shone so brightly, entering her, touching her deep inside.

Her hips jerked back on their own as the memory of the light reached into her and stroked her pussy. Her ass bumped into something long and slick.

'What's that?' Her own mind answered the question. 'The strap-on, right, I asked for it... or did Cindy? We talked about it, I'm sure of that. I told her where it was. I told her my ultimate fantasy was having my butt fucked, that it was the best way to show what a bottom I am...'

Sarah frowned as something in that thought didn't sit right. 'But ... I've always been on top. I take the lead in my relationships; it's my lovers who submit to me!'

A wordless gasp escaped her lips when the strap-on slid down and between her cheeks. It was a simple design, a series of large rubber beads strung together on a semi-flexible rod. Not as big as some of the toys Sarah had used, but those hadn't been used on her. This one would.

The knowledge sent a shiver up her spine. 'No, focus!' the businesswoman scolded herself. 'This isn't like me.' Cindy's hands traveled upward to cup her breasts unleashing two bolts of pleasure that speared Sarah's mind in place. "Ooooh!"

Not resisting in the least, she let the other woman lead her forward until she was leaning over the desk. "Look down," Cindy instructed. 'This isn't me.' The thought wasn't so firm this time.

Doing as she was told Sarah noticed the clamps connected by a chain lying on her desk. Those hadn't been there before. "I-I'm not, are those for me?" she stammered. This was so unreal. 'This isn't me,' she protested again but the excitement rolling around her stomach gave lie to that.

Her eyes were fixed on the toy as if it were a snake trying to hypnotize her. "You asked for them," Cindy reminded her.

'I, I remember. I told her. Why did I tell her all of this?'

"Put them on," the otherworldly woman instructed her still playing with her tits, tweaking her nipples in preparation for exactly that.

Her hands moved on their own, reaching down and picking the clamps up. They shook from anticipation or fear, Sarah didn't know-probably both. Even so, she went about fastening them with practiced ease. It had just never been her own tits that had gotten this kind of attention before. 'Why am I doing this?' The first clamp pinching on her nipple answered it.

Hot humiliation melted her insides and sent a steady trickle of arousal down her thigh. 'Why didn't I do this before?' The second clamp only deepened the sensation. Cindy didn't tell her to and Sarah couldn't remember talking about it before, but it felt so natural to take the chain and put it between her lips.

'I silenced myself.' The thought was actually more delicious than the pull on her nips. Her neck stretched putting more force on them giving an edge to the steady drip of pleasure still flowing through her body.

Unresisting, Sarah let herself be pushed down all the way until her stomach rested on the desk and her ass was thrust up as a perfect target for Cindy's strap-on. Mason's hands pried her cheeks apart before sawing the oiled dildo along Sarah's crack, teasing and lubricating the businesswoman in equal measure.

'Please, please, please, please,' she begged. With the chain still secure between her lips the pleas remained silent, bouncing around inside her head as they drilled home who had the power. Sarah didn't even really know if she was begging for Mason not do it, or to stop teasing her and finally plunge in.

She could let go of the chain, free her mouth and say something, tell Miss Mason this wasn't her, use her unrestrained hands to push off and force Miss Mason away. She could fight, but she so wanted to lose.

Her hands slid over the desk and hooked around the edge of the desk, her legs slid apart in invitation. 'Please, please, please.'

Miss Mason heard her. Not saying a word she slid into Sarah, steadily pushing the strap-on past her sphincter and up her butt while holding Sarah's hips steady with her own hands. There was some discomfort but no real pain, the intruder was too slim and slick for that. Even when Miss Mason's hips hit her ass Sarah just felt full. "Ungh!" Her teeth bit down on the chain as her body lit up. The way Miss Mason had simply taken her without warning or permission hit her right between her legs.

"You're mine," Miss Mason stated, a soft growl coloring her words. Not bothering to wait for a reply she drew the strap-on out as slowly as she'd stuffed it in. The pale woman stopped with only the last bead still inside of her, then pushed it back in a tad faster. In and out, faster and faster.

Breathing hard and fast through her nose, she laid there as the tips of Miss Mason's swaying breasts occasionally scraped the sweat of Sarah's back. A puddle started to form on the rim of the desk.

'She's fucking me.' Sarah's pussy fluttered. 'She's fucking my ass.' The office smelled of sex, setting her lungs on fire. 'Miss Mason is fucking my slutty butt.' The ecstasy rolling through her body was too long and deep to call it a climax. It kept going as the strap-on thrust in and out of her ass, Miss Mason's skin slapping against her butt, making it sound like she was spanking Sarah at the same time.

Gurgling, her eyes rolled up as the image seared itself into her brain. She had a new fantasy now. 'Yes, punish me. I've been a bad girl. Oh fuck!'

Sarah felt it slipping away. The doubt, still there if distant, that this wasn't her, that this wasn't her ultimate fantasy. That doubt was drowning in the bliss of being Miss Mason's fucktoy. Sarah didn't remember exactly when she'd started thinking of her as Miss Mason, but it was the only name she could recall now. No other would fit. She wasn't breaking, she was melting, and it felt fantastic.