Following Her Dream Ch. 14

Violet's rough demeanor evaporated as their lips met. Without warning, she grabbed Snow by the shoulders. She tossed her onto the bed, eliciting a delighted squeal from the white-haired girl. She crawled on the bed after her. Towering over Snow, Violet sat down on the girl's hips with a sinister look in her eyes. "Well, maybe while we wait, we-"

Violet was cut off by the sound of the doorbell.

"She's here!" Snow proclaimed, her eyes wide with excitement. She pushed Violet to the side as she took off towards the front entrance.

Violet groaned, rolling her eyes as she plopped down onto her back with a bounce. "Joy," she said to herself as she stared up at the bed canopy.

Snow stood before the entrance, smoothing out her clothes in an effort to compose herself. She ran the plan through her head one last time. With a deep breath, she opened the door. "Janet," she said, tempering her excitement.

Janet stood in the doorway, looking uncomfortable. Her left foot was turned out, as if she was ready to walk away at a moments notice. When Snow welcomed her in, she took one last furtive glance behind. The door shut when she walked through.

"I'm glad you gave me a chance," Snow said, eyeing the device as Janet held it behind her back with both hands. "Come on, let's have a seat."

Janet followed quietly behind as Snow proceeded into the living room.

"Vi!" Snow called out. "Get in here!"

Janet halted in place in response. She stared at the hallway that Snow shouted towards in trepidation.

Snow tapped her foot. She turned to Janet, noticing that she was standing much farther back than expected. She approached her, placing both hands on Janet's shoulders. When she did, Janet jumped, glancing up at Snow as if just now noticing her. "I understand, but I promise it will be okay. You trust me, right?"

Janet gave the slightest of nods as she stared right into Snow's eyes before once again glancing towards the hallway.

Snow looked in the same direction, growing annoyed. "I'll be right back. Please have a seat, if you feel comfortable." She turned and proceeded down the hallway.

Janet sat down at the dark wooden table nearby. She clutched her tablet against her stomach. Down the hallway she could hear the two talking, but couldn't make out what was being said. Eventually she heard them approaching.

"Ow, ow, ow! Alright, already!" Violet cried out as Snow dragged her by the arm. When she entered the room, she stopped to look at Janet for just a moment before looking away. Snow nudged her forwards, telling her to take a seat. She stumbled a bit before pulling a chair out and dropping into it like a child. She folded her arms and stared to the side.

"Go on, Haggard," Snow said, tapping Violet on the shoulder. She gave Janet a wink.

Janet couldn't help but smile a bit at the reference.

"I'm sorry," Violet said under her breath, not even bothering to look up at Janet.

With a sigh, Snow took a seat next to Violet, directly across from Janet. "You know that's not good enough. You promised you'd cooperate. Don't forget that I'm only here because of her."

Violet flinched as if she'd been stung. Swallowing her pride, she looked Janet directly in the eyes. "I'm sorry, Janet," she said before averting her gaze again in embarrassment.

When Snow looked at her as if to ask for her approval, Janet gave a small nod.

"Small steps," Snow said with a smile. "Alright, Janet. Put her under," she instructed nonchalantly, gesturing towards Violet.

Janet's body tensed with anxiety at the unexpected request. She glanced between Snow and Violet, unsure of how to respond.

Violet herself seemed to squirm in her seat until Snow reached over and grabbed her knee tightly. With a huff, she settled.

"Just trust me on this, Janet. It's okay," Snow assured.

After some delay, Janet cautiously opened her bag and pulled out the tablet. She placed it on the table, powering it up and loading the program. Before the colors appeared on the screen, she turned the tablet around towards Violet. She held onto it with both hands, keeping it well out of Violet's reach.

Violet looked away. "Can we rethink this? Surely there are other ways to-"

"Don't be such a baby. You promised. It's not like you haven't looked at it before. It'll be fine, don't worry. I won't let anything bad happen to you," Snow reassured in an almost condescending manner.

Steeling herself, Violet turned to face the screen. She gasped when the colors engulfed her vision.

Snow shifted in her seat until her legs were pointed at Violet. She placed her elbow on the table, using her hand to hold her head up as well as block the screen from her sight. "There you go," she cooed in a calming voice. "Just keep looking. Let the colors pull you in."

Snow reached up to run her fingers through Violet's hair.

Violet let out a small whimper.

"Shh, it's okay. There's nothing to be afraid of. I'll be right here the entire time. Just let yourself fade away. That's my girl."

Violet sighed as all struggle left her body. She could feel peace envelope her mind just as it did so many days ago. The memory served to hasten the experience of giving herself over to the lights. A soft smile played at the corners of her mouth as her eyes began droop.

"There you go. Good girl. Doesn't that feel better? To just let go of everything, of all worries?" She kept watching until Violet's face was emotionless, until all movement left her body.

With a satisfied smile, Snow looked over towards Janet, careful not to stare at the tablet herself. She saw Janet standing back, having gotten out of her seat at some point during Violet's entrancement. She watched Janet stare, enraptured by the sight. Snow grinned. "Doesn't she look so hot right now? Sitting there, mindless, ready to do anything we ask of her, anything you ask of her?"

Janet didn't answer. She could only keep staring, as if she herself were hypnotized by what she saw.

"Listen, Janet," Snow said in a serious tone.

Janet came to her senses and looked at Snow, her mouth open.

"I understand you're in a lot of pain right now. I'm not going to try to tell you you shouldn't be. You want to blame it on the device, I get that, but I think it would be a mistake to destroy it."

Janet looked back at Violet, the green-haired body staring at the screen without a thought going through its head. Janet could feel her heart beating in her chest.

Snow stood up and approached Janet. Walking behind her, she draped her arms over Janet's shoulder, placing her head right next to Janet's. She stared at Violet with a mixture of lust and compassion.

"Let me tell you a secret," she whispered in her most seductive voice. "Ever since that night that you picked me up in that bar, the night that I was first put under the power of the program, I've loved every minute of it. To be made completely mindless, helplessly at the mercy of someone else..." Snow shivered. "It's the perfect fantasy for me. I'd do anything to feel that again.

"And here's the thing... you love it to. To be in control. To have others do exactly what you want. To be their..." she paused, bringing her lips right up to Janet's ear. "Mistress," her voice a whisper that seemed to explode in Janet's ear.

Janet let out a whine as her breath hitched. Her eyes were full of sorrow as she tried to think of Rachel and all the other myriad of reasons why she shouldn't listen to Snow, but there was something else. A suppressed smoldering, held deep within, clamored to be released.

"Why are you doing this... I... I can't," Janet stammered. She imagined herself as Violet the past few days, using people for her own greedy purposes, and she felt shame. "I don't... want to be like her." And yet she couldn't take her eyes off Violet. She thought she should hate her, but with the way she sat there, her mind blank, Janet couldn't help but feel the heat growing between her legs.

"You won't be, Janet. I know you won't. You have it in you to be greater. I can see it in you, even if you can't see it yourself."

Janet was growing frustrated. She didn't want to be coerced into the one thing she was trying to avoid. Snow's words had been so tantalizing, though. "But... she doesn't want this," Janet said, looking for any justification she could find to maintain her hold.

Snow straightened up. "Maybe," she began as she walked towards the table, dragging her fingers across the surface. She took a seat next to Violet and set her eyes on Janet's. "But I do, so very much, and she knows this. Otherwise there's no way she'd have agreed to look at the screen. I may play the submissive, but really I have the control in our relationship," she said with a playful smirk. "Isn't that right, Violet? Say 'Yes, Mistress.'"

"Yes, Mistress," Violet intoned.

Snow studied Janet. She noted the intense look of longing on her face that could no longer be hidden.

"I can't force anything on you, Janet. What you choose to do next is entirely up to you, but here's my advice: Don't be Amalthea. Don't let yourself give up who you are." Confident that she had said enough, Snow looked at the program. Her pussy thrummed with pleasure at the feeling of her thoughts fading away until she was just as empty as her lover next to her, leaving Janet alone to confront her own desires as the room fell silent.