The Patriarchy Ch. 01

It'd been hell on me. They wouldn't let me sleep. I had to look at images of cocks and straight porn close up in a VR headset.

The spells are still protecting me from their brainwashing technique, but I was starting to wonder if it was worth it. I just wanted it all to end.

No. I have to fight. My Sisters will track me. Save me. These evil men only have tech, but they don't have powers. And my Sisters' powers can make us immune to their tech. My experience is proof of it.

I heard the door open, but I couldn't look to see who walked in... until he sat in the chair in front of me.

He was the scientist whom I'd fought trying to escape. This was the first time I'd gotten a good look at him.

He was younger than I'd expected. Maybe even a little younger than me. Dark hair that he kept slicked back with the sides shaved off. Thick eyebrows that seemed perpetually furrowed. Blue eyes. Piercing blue eyes. Extremely intense blue eyes that could see right through me.

He was attractive. Nice jaw. Kept himself in good shape. Probably stood at least six feet tall. But the vibe I got from him was that he always believed he was the smartest man in any room, and that he wanted everyone else to know it as well. It was probably true, too, if he was the one who'd built those machines.

Whatever. He still looked like an obnoxious prick.

"Hello. Ava, is it? I believe that's what your driver's license said. I'm Nick. Nice to meet you," he smiled disarmingly. His voice was natural and relaxed, but his smile didn't touch his eyes.

"Fuck off." I wasn't interested in chatting with him.

"Okay, then." This time, the smile was genuine, his mask coming off. "Here's what's going to happen. I'm going to hypnotize you with this."

He reached into his pocket and took out a green pendant connected to a chain.

"You're going to stare at it and get so relaxed you fall into trance. Understand?"

Why would he show me his cards? Is he trying to trick me or something?

"You can't hypnotize me now that I know you're trying to," I retorted.

He chuckled. "Maybe. Maybe not. Let's start anyway. Shall we?"

He held his pendant in front of him and gently let it swing back and forth.

"Just focus on the pendant swinging back and forth. Back and forth. And let yourself relax."

Like I'd actually do that. Plus, they may have restrained my head, but they can't restrain my eyes. I needed to keep my eyes open in case he was tricking me into closing them.

But I could still look away from him and his fucking lame pendant with my eyes.

So I fixed my eyes on the corner of the ceiling behind him and to the right. That way, I could barely see the pendant. But he didn't stop swinging it.

"And now perhaps you're noticing that you're taking deeper and deeper breaths. Relaxing you more and more."

I noticed my breathing, but I stopped myself from breathing deeply.

"It doesn't matter what you look at, though. Whether it's this pendant, or the corner of the ceiling. Either way, it relaxes you."

I couldn't help but find myself getting a little more relaxed. But he was just trying to trick me. He wanted me to look away from the spot I chose so I'd get caught by the pendant.

"You've had such a long day," he said sympathetically. "And it helps to just allow this relaxation to wash over you. You deserve it."

His voice sounded so calm. So gentle. He must be good at acting, because he sounded like he genuinely cared.

"You're doing great," his voice sounded encouraging. Softer. "You don't have to worry about anything now. Just stare at that spot and relax more as your eyelids grow heavy. Breathing deeper, and letting that calm wash over you as you stare into that corner."

I couldn't help but relax to the sound of his soft voice.

But I won't be tricked. He wants me to lower my guard and look back towards his pendant.

Even if I'm so relaxed now...

"I know you're feeling relaxed. And you're going to feel even more relaxed. Not just your body, but your mind will feel wonderfully relaxed too."

I do feel so relaxed... What was I in the middle of doing? Relaxing? Wait. Resisting, right?

"You were relaxing because you deserve it."

Had I accidentally said that out loud?

"You just need to stare at that spot, because the more you stare, the more you relax. And the more you relax, the deeper you go. And you love going deeper for me."

I love going deeper for him... Wait... No...

Do I?

It's so hard to think.

"And I know that you're so deep now, you'll easily go into trance when I tell you to drop for me. You want that so much now."

Drop... I want to... drop?

"Yes, you do. Just relax and... drop for me."

Everything went blank as his words became my world.

Nick Walker

I figuratively patted myself on the back.

Psychological manipulation is always fun. Same with misdirects.

...What's that, you ask? How did I happen to know hypnotism?

Uh, hello? Brainwashing kink! Of course I'd take that psychology class as an undergraduate!

It was the backbone of all of my research. And I'd gotten very good at it. My MILF professor, Lisa Thompson, would attest to that. After all, she'd been the first lesbian to suck my cock all those years ago.

"Ava. Hypnosis feels so good, and each time you drop, you drop deeper. And you become more obedient to me. Do you understand?"

Her brows furrowed for a second, but then she responded.

"Yes."

"Good! Do you know why you're resistant to our tech?"

"Yes."

"Will you tell me?"

"No."

I couldn't help but grin. That was what I'd hoped to hear. I love a challenge!

Just don't tell Fuckhead Ivan.

"That's perfectly fine. But let's play a game. I'm going to give you statements that you will repeat back from your perspective. That's harmless, right?"

"Yes."

"But before we begin, there is one more rule. I want you to vividly imagine that it becomes more true each time you repeat it. That's easy, right?"

Short pause. "Yes."

"Great! Let's begin... You trust Nick Walker."

"I trust Nick Walker."

"You love to obey Nick Walker."

"I love to obey Nick Walker."

"You feel safe being hypnotized by Nick Walker."

"I feel safe being hypnotized by Nick Walker."

"You love Nick Walker."

"I love Nick Walker."

"Nick Walker makes you happy."

"Nick Walker makes me happy."

"Good girl. Now, I want you to repeat those statements you said. The ones that become truer each time you say them. Do that until I stop you."

"I trust Nick Walker. I love to obey Nick Walker. I feel safe being hypnotized by Nick Walker. I love Nick Walker. Nick Walker makes me happy. I trust..."

Watching her repeat those mantras made my dick hard. Fortunately, she was deep enough that I'd have some time for relief.

I walked out the door and called to my redhead waiting outside. "Dakota! I need some relief. But be quiet."

I turned back into the room, hearing a whispered "Yes, Master" followed by quiet footsteps.

I took off my slacks and boxers and sat back in my comfortable chair as Dakota got on her knees before me, swallowing my already-hard cock.

"...I love Nick Walker. Nick Walker makes me happy..."

Ava Taylor

Time flies by.

I don't know how much time has passed since I was kidnapped, but it's been several days at least. Each day I've had multiple hour-long hypnosis sessions with Nick.

He isn't such a bad guy, really. And I enjoy my hypnosis sessions.

Plus, while I'm enjoying my wonderful, safe hypnosis sessions, my Sisters must be out there tracking me down.

I can't wait to escape, though I feel a bit bad knowing what they'll do to Nick.

Despite my Sisters telling me that men are evil, I can't help but admit that I... really like him.

Maybe they can make an exception for him. When they rescue me, I can show them that there is one good man.

I really don't want to leave him. But I have to go.

When it was time for the next session, the security officers came to get me. Only, they didn't restrain me this time. Instead, they just escorted me to the office.

And this time, there wasn't a chair with restraints, but a couch, and Nick's chair facing it.

The security guards led me to the couch and told me to hop on, so I sat on it, looking around, waiting for the man who made my days endurable.

Shortly after the two men left, Nick came in and gave me a gentle smile as he sat down.

I was so wrong about him. He really is the smartest man in every room, but he's humble too. And caring. Trustworthy. Sexy.

"If you're curious why you aren't being restrained, I didn't think you needed it anymore because you've been such a good girl lately."

I beamed at the praise. "Thank you, sir!"

I'd never called a man "sir," even back when I worked retail jobs. But with Nick, it just felt... right.

"You can lie down if you wish, and make yourself as comfortable as you want."

I immediately complied, and moaned when my back pressed against the soft material of the couch. It was much more comfortable than the mobile bed I'd been sleeping on.

Actually, I couldn't remember anything more comfortable in my life!

I tested my head on the couch pillow. It was tempting to lie on my back and close my eyes, but instead, I turned on my side and faced Nick.

I wanted to stare at that hunk for as long as I could until he dropped me into trance.

Wait. Did I just call him a hunk?

Yes. He is a hunk. I know I haven't been changed by brainwashing, and I trust Nick Walker. So that must be my own belief.

I knew it. Although men are evil in general, Nick is an exception.

There are always exceptions to rules. Right?

"Are you ready?" Nick smiled, and I eagerly nodded. "We've made so much progress that I don't even have to use your trigger. You're such a good girl for me that you'll drop into trance just by my command. So, do that. Go into trance for me."

"Yes, sir."

I let myself be swept away into the wonderful feeling of trance.

Nick Walker

It hasn't been easy, but we've made progress.

"You trust me. Don't you?"

"I trust Nick Walker."

"Good. Now, can you tell me how you're immune to our tech?"

"No."

I was relieved she said that, actually. Because that meant there was more fun left to have.

"That's fine. Don't worry. Now I'm going to give you some more true statements to say. Ready?"

"Yes."

"You want to fuck Nick Walker."

"I want to fuck Nick Walker."

"You want to serve Nick Walker."

"I want to serve Nick Walker."

"You are completely straight."

"I am completely straight."

"Great. Now repeat them all until I tell you to stop."

"I want to fuck Nick Walker. I want to serve Nick Walker. I am completely straight. I want to..."

Like always, I went to get Dakota for relief, and as she worked her mouth on my dick, I considered where to take things with Ava from here.

First, I was directing the commands to me in specific, and not the Patriarchy. I wanted her for myself.

And though I found it hot to fuck a lesbian while still a lesbian, I had to make her straight to appease the nutjobs.

Ava Taylor

When I woke up the morning after the session on the couch, I was horny. I had sex dreams all night of being fucked by Nick. Sucking his hard cock. Being dominated by the strong-bodied man.

He wasn't a body-builder or anything, but his body was what I'd call athletic.

Just perfect.

I needed to get myself off before the morning session with Nick, and I didn't have long.

I started rubbing myself, moaning in pleasure, but it wasn't enough.

I needed Nick's cock in me.

I didn't know why I knew that. I'd never had sex with a man. But I just had a strong feeling that was exactly what I needed.

Still unsatisfied by the time the guard—now only one—was about to come to get me, I sighed and got dressed.

When I got to the office to meet Nick and sat on the couch, I couldn't help but start rubbing as I watched that hunky man in front of me.

He wasn't surprised at seeing my uncharacteristic behavior. In fact, he was grinning.

"Why are you masturbating right now?" he asked.

By now, I trust Nick so much, honesty and obedience are second nature to me. My reply was automatic.

"I can't help it. I had sex dreams about you all night, and for some reason, I can't orgasm from rubbing myself. I know I need your cock, but I don't know why. And just seeing your hunky body turns me on so much I can't help it. It's like my hand is moving on its own!"

"Oh, really?" His smile widened even more. "So you need this?" He gestured to his crotch.

"Yes! Please, please, pretty please, sir!"

"Well, I'll consider it," he said as he started taking off his clothes in no particular hurry.

I squirmed and continued rubbing as I gradually got glimpses of his perfect body.

First, his lab coat came off.

Then he unbuttoned his shirt and threw it aside, showing off his wonderful, manly chest, full of dark, curly chest hair.

His pants went next, revealing a large bulge in his boxers.

As he pulled down his boxers, his hard cock flopped out, and I couldn't help it.

My mouth watered.

I rubbed myself even more furiously.

After he stepped out of his boxers, kicking them aside, he approached the couch, his cock near my face.

I reflexively tried to lick it, but he backed up an inch, causing his wonderful cock to slip just out of my reach.

"Please..." I whined.

"Hmm. Strip and get on your hands and knees facing the couch."

I couldn't move fast enough. At record speed, I stripped off my medical gown and tossed it on the floor, landing near his discarded clothes.

I got on my knees facing the couch, draping my arms across it.

After a few seconds, I felt something warm and fleshy tease my pussy lips, but it didn't enter me.

"Please!" I whimpered.

"Please what?"

"Please fuck me with your cock, sir!"

He waited, still teasing me with his cock, now rubbing it around my clit as I moaned.

"But you're a lesbian. Aren't you?"

I immediately answered. "Yes."

"Well, lesbians don't fuck men. Do they?"

"No, but—"

"Straight girls get fucked by cock. So which are you?"

"I'm... I'm... straight! I'm a straight girl!"

Right as I said that, I felt him plunge into me with his cock, stretching the tight walls of my pussy with his thick meat. His crotch slapped against my ass, pushing me forward on the couch, nearly slamming my face into the wall behind it.

"Oh fuck!" I moaned.

"You're my straight girl," he growled as he continued pounding. Hard.

Pushing my hips forward, my cheek and hands planted on the wall now. I was tiny, and he was so big. I couldn't resist a cock like that if I wanted to. And I didn't want to.

"I'm yours! I'm your straight girl!" I moaned in ecstasy.

"And no one else's," he snarled with a slap on my ass, never dropping his pace.

"Only yours! I'll always belong to you!" I moaned loudly.

The experience was sheer bliss. I'd never experienced anything like it.

I loved being a straight girl.

I especially loved being Nick's girl.

And the moment he shoved his warm, throbbing member deep inside me and unloaded his hot cum, I had an epiphany.

I was made for cock.

For his cock.

Nick Walker

We had sex countless times over the next several days, and I got distracted from my primary mission.

Instead of hypnotizing her, we fucked hard, showing her the bliss of being dominated by a man. Being dominated by me.

Neither of us could get enough of each other.

I was getting addicted to her.

Sometimes the sex was rough, but sometimes it was gentle, gazing into each other's eyes as I slowly rocked in and out of her.

But what's bizarre is what happened after sex. We cuddled and talked, about anything and everything. We talked about our lives and interests, but we intentionally avoided mentioning the Patriarchy and her captivity.

Like every woman I'd brainwashed, she was in awe of my genius. But unlike them, it didn't end at awe, something incomprehensible. No, she was fascinated. Sure, she was addicted to my cock. But she hung on my every word. Asked about my research. My life. What I wanted to use these gifts for. I'd never hypnotized her to invest herself in me like that.

I'd never experienced intimacy like that.

For a brief moment, I started worrying I'd developed feelings for her, but nah... Couldn't be.

Love was impossible for me.

Ava Taylor

Several days later, I was squirming in anticipation as I stared at the clock.

It's time for my session with Nick!

I hopped up out of my chair in the lab and darted to the office. No one escorted me. They don't need to anymore.

They'd only need to restrain me if they tried to pry me from my lover, Nick.

Unless Nick wanted me to stay away, then I'd do that. I love Nick so much.

As I approached the office, he was sitting in his chair already, completely naked aside from his lab coat. He didn't need to wear it. But I said it looked hot on him, so he indulged me.

I love him so much.

"Go ahead and start."

He was already hard, so all I had to do was kneel before him and take his cock into my mouth.

I slowly bobbed my mouth lovingly.

Up and down.

Rhythmically.

The comforting motion lulled me into the amazing feeling known as trance.

I had become used to dropping, so I was partially aware of what happened. I just couldn't make out his words completely.

I always hear them as whispers. And I love that he's changing me.

Up and down.

So calming.

So safe.

Nick Walker

I decided she'd be more useful to me as an accomplice rather than a mindless slave. I already have one of those, and it'd be nice for me not to have to babysit Ava.

...At least, that was my justification to Fuckhead Ivan for why I hadn't transitioned her to the final stage of brainwashing, where personality and memories are wiped and built back up.

But the fact was, I couldn't bear to have that happen to her.

I was developing feelings for her. And I was considering cashing in on my favor to have her as my wife instead of being sold off to slave buyers like they do for most of the women.

...Oops. Did I say "slave buyers"? I meant "donors to our noble cause"—the official justification for the horrible fates of the lesbians and feminists we kidnap and brainwash.

Anyway, I began the session by asking her the usual question.

"Ava. Can you tell me why you're resistant to my tech?

She frowned. "No."

That was the first time she'd shown emotion when I popped the question.

Maybe she wanted to tell me, but couldn't for some reason.

"How much do you want to tell me? Elaborate."

"I want to tell you so much! It's killing me not to say. I love you so much. Please trust me. If I could, I'd—"

"Stop," I interrupted her. "I get the idea."

She nodded and closed her mouth.

I'll try asking her in general terms.

"Is someone else preventing you from saying why?"

"Yes."

"Is it hypnosis?"

"No."

"Is it tech like we have?"

"No."

"Is it drugs?"

"No."

I cycled through an exhaustive list of possibilities.

No blackmail, no duress, nothing.

I was out of ideas, and joked, "But it can't be magic, can it?"

Instead of responding, or saying no, her brow furrowed intensely.

...What?

All of that bullshit the Patriarchy spouted about lesbians using dark magic. There was just no way. But I'd ruled out just about every other possibility, hadn't I?