Thoughtless

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Disclaimer: This story contains scenes of non-consensual sex and depictions of sexual slavery. If you are under 18 or offended by this type of material please do not continue. Otherwise, read on and enjoy! Also, any resemblance of the characters in this work to people either living, dead or fictitious is unintentional and purely coincidental.

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Dez walked up to the red, rusted door in the alleyway. Knocking three times, a little plate in the upper middle of the door slid open.

"Svengali lives here," Dez said to the eyes peeking through.

The door opened.

"Sketch," Emma said as Dez pulled her by the hand past the bouncer.

"Come on," Dez said. "It'll be fun!"

"Come on, it's sketch," Emma replied as they went past the closed coat check. It was late spring and nobody needed coats in the heat of the city. They walked down a short hall into a large room. Gentle music filled the space, more for background than for dancing. There was a long bar to their right, but Dez pulled Emma over to the round booths surrounding the dance floor.

"Nobody would be dancing to this," Emma said, gesturing around loosely as the two slipped into a booth. She pushed the candle, held in a deep round jar, to the middle of the table.

"It's for performances more than dancing," replied Dez. "Some people like to show off. Or be shown off." Dez leaned in conspiratorially. "Some don't but they get shown off anyway." She smiled as she pulled back.

Emma shook her head. "This is so fucked up. Why I agreed to this shit..."

"Come on, you don't have to play, no one is going to make you. It's against the rules to hypnotize someone against their will. Just watch me, make sure that nothing happens. Well, nothing bad happens. Because shit's gonna happen."

"Yeah, I know." Emma shook her head.

A waitress, wearing a short but decent black skirt and white blouse walked up to their table. She had on a name tag with a spiral background and 'Heather' emblazoned across it. "Can I getcha anything?"

"Two house whites," replied Dez.

Emma looked at Dez, but it was what she was going to order anyway. "So now what? How do you hook up with a hypnotist?"

"We wait, and if someone is interested, they'll come up and start talking," explained Dez.

"So, we just sit here hoping you can find someone to fuck with you?"

"Yeah."

"Oooookay." Emma said. She looked around the room, noticing that there was a fair split of sexes, mostly huddled in booths, paired off and talking intently to one another. She saw some had the old cliche watches or pendants out. One had a candle, and a few seemed to just be using their eyes. Their partners had blank looks on their faces. To her, it was all a little surreal. She never would've guessed that Dez was into this, and wanted... well, this. But as she looked at her friend, Dez gave her a goofy, excited smile.

Just as their drinks arrived, a woman stepped up to their booth and slid in. "On me," she said, slipping a couple of bills to the waitress. She was older than the two grad students, likely in her thirties. The lady was well-dressed, in a power suit with a short skirt, tight matching jacket and white, translucent blouse. Dez was sure she could just see the woman's bra behind a large pendant hanging between her breasts.

"I haven't seen you two here before."

"Are you," Dez leaned in towards the woman, "a hypnotist? Can you, you know, do me?"

"A little forward, aren't we?" the woman chuckled, holding her hand out to Dez. "I'm Susan."

"Oh, uh, yeah, I'm Dez, and this is Emma." Dez blushed, making her tan complexion a shade darker as she slipped her hand in. "I... uh, sorry."

"It's quite alright. You're eager. I can see it in your eyes." Susan looked at both of them, obviously drinking in the pair. "I take it you're both on the menu?" Her gaze lingered on Emma before shifting back to Dez.

"Uh, oh, no, just me," said Dez.

"I'm just here to watch over her," said Emma. "I'm not... playing. On the menu. Going under."

"Pity," said Susan, smiling predatorily at her. She pulled her pendant off. "Your mind looks delicious." She held it up in front of Dez. "But yours I'll enjoy tasting," Susan said, licking her lips as she stared into Dez's eyes.

Dez let out an excited little whimper. "Remember to take a picture," she said to Emma. Keeping her eyes focused on Susan's, she tried to relax into the booth seat.

Emma rolled her eyes but pulled out her phone.

"Watch the pendant, Dez. Let it capture your eyes, like you want it to. Relax, and let it guide you down," said Susan. Her gentle voice was exactly what Dez had wanted.

Dez had listened to audio of both deep male voices and throaty female ones, and found she didn't have a preference. It only mattered to her that she go under, that she lose herself in a relaxing trance and float along through commands that she had no control over. Which, really, was why Emma was here. Loss of control might be fun for a bit, but Dez wanted to be sure that it wasn't too far. That thought pulled her out for a second, making her want to look over at her friend and make sure that she was watching. Dez smiled to herself, knowing Emma was the responsible type, and stared back at the pendant flashing gently in the candlelight.

Susan's smooth, sultry voice continued to guide Dez down. "Feel your body relaxing, starting at your feet. Feel them get heavier and heavier, so hard to move. Let your legs relax with them, sinking into the seat, feeling them weighed down and so heavy."

Dez felt her excitement try to rear up again, distracting her from the relaxing tones of Susan's voice. Dez was finally going to go under for someone real, live, right in front of her. It wouldn't be the half-trance the recordings had given her. She focused again on calming down, losing herself in the slow motions of Susan's pendant.

"Relaxing, feeling your chest get heavier and heavier, sinking into the back of the seat. Losing yourself in the wonderful, relaxing sensation, as it washes across your body, so weak and heavy now. Feel your arms loosen, weak, weighed down by how heavy they are. Feel waves of peacefulness and tranquility wash over you. Let yourself drop as you feel the weight pulling you down, feeling your head so heavy now your chin drops, your heavy eyelids weighed down and drooping, drooping, closed now, seeing the pendant in your mind as it swings back and forth, holding your attention as it flickers in the candlelight."

Dez felt a lurch and a drop and then peace, floating, calm. Her arm raised up and she hadn't willed for it to happen. Her arm dropped, then her mind started counting down steps. It was getting harder to notice anything, to do anything but let her thoughts follow the stairs deeper into her mind, deeper into trance. She lost the outside world as darkness consumed her. The only thing left was Susan's voice, guiding her in the twilight realm of her hypnotic state, gently changing objects and shapes barely seen in the unlit recesses of her mental landscape. She didn't, couldn't notice what the changes were doing, only that they were happening, and that they felt good. Really good. Great. Intense pleasure washed over her, each modification now bringing with it ecstasy, so much so that she began helping the changes just so she could feel the euphoria continue. She floated in bliss and assisted in her own modification.

Dez felt wonderful as she slowly slipped upwards, gently rising out of the comfortable trance she'd been in. Her eyes still closed, she melted into wakefulness. "Thank you," she said, reveling in the heaviness still present, the sleepy pleasure seeping everywhere in her body. She slid her eyes open. "It was everything..."

The booth was empty.

Dez looked around, suddenly panicked, wondering where Susan and Emma had gone. They weren't by the bar, not near the restrooms, not on the dance floor. Gradually she noticed she was chilly and drew her arms around herself, surprised to find them around her naked breasts. Looking down, she found herself fully exposed, her clothes in a pile next to her. A wave of humiliation washed over her as she looked around, nervousness and fear warring with a sudden heat building from her crotch to run through her chest and up to her brain. She'd been controlled. Controlled completely. One hand slipped lower as she saw people watching her, unable to stop from rubbing down her stomach to her bare nether lips. The alarm in finding herself alone, her protection gone, only fueled her desire as she found herself wet and ready. Adjusting her hips forward, she was able to slide fingers inside herself and leave her thumb in just the right spot to start circling her clit. It lit up her mind in explosive pleasure.

Then she heard a voice echoing in her mind, "You will play with yourself, reveling in the lessons you have learned, and when you cum, you will lock them in place, your mind hardening with a new shape. It will seal your fate, and Emma's."

Seal your fate. She was driving herself quickly to the cliff, desperate to jump off into the release she needed, into whatever had been left in her mind by Susan. It was exactly what she wanted, but was everything she'd feared. It was why she had brought Emma.

Emma. The friend she had introduced to a predator. A predator that could alter minds, write in them, and make them whatever she wished.

It was so wrong. It was so hot.

Thoughts of Emma taken against her will filled her mind. She struggled to keep from cumming, to stop whatever programming might be stuck in her, so she could start searching for her friend. She clenched hard around her now still fingers, fighting off the tide, and used all her will to pull her hands away from her body. She whimpered loudly, a desperate desire for the denied release pressing on her resolve. But she managed to keep it at bay, tense and controlled as she picked up her clothes and stepped out of the booth to dress. Clapping came from around the club, making her blush and stumble as she pulled her panties up. Her skirt followed, numb fingers pushing the buttons through the slots of her blouse after. She slipped her feet into her flats and looked around. People were still staring appreciatively, and some started to approach her. She hurried off towards the bar.

"Have fun?" the bartender smiled as she approached.

"What? No! Where did they go?" Dez asked breathlessly.

"Who?"

"The two I was with!"

"They left, oh, half an hour ago?" he looked to the side while he thought. "Yeah, at least that. Your friend looked a little out of it, but awake. We wouldn't have let her go otherwise."

"No! She didn't want to be hypnotized!"

"She wasn't when she left."

"Yes she was! She wouldn't have let that happen! Any of it!" Dez was shouting now.

"What's going on here, Frank?" A woman stepped up with a large man right behind her.

The bartender looked at the woman. "This lady here seems to think her friend was taken against her will."

"Susan?"

"Yeah."

"It's possible." The woman looked at Dez. "Tell me everything."

Dez did. She told about how she convinced Emma to come watch over her and how Susan slipped into their booth. She described how she woke up naked feeling a desperate need to masturbate while Emma and Susan were gone. "You have to believe me, Emma didn't want this!" she sniffled, holding back tears as she completed her story.

The woman tapped her lips. "Susan again. This isn't the first accusation. Do you have any proof?"

"Proof?"

"That Emma was hypnotized too."

Dez thought hard, but shook her head.

"Without proof, since she looked awake when she left, we can't assume..."

"But, she wouldn't have left me!"

The woman sighed. "Well, we'll keep an eye out. That's all we can do for now."

"But... but..." Dez stammered. The woman walked off with the big man. The bartender looked at her sympathetically.

Dez started crying and reached for her phone. She realized she'd left it at the booth. Heading back and grabbing it, she unlocked it and found a picture staring back at her. It was of the two of them, Emma and herself, sitting in the booth. Both looked blank and passive, hands limp in their laps, drool on their chests. Both of them were naked. "You wanted a picture..." Susan's voice said in her mind.

"Here!" Dez turned to the bartender. "See! She left proof on my phone!"

Frank turned back to her after getting the order from another patron. "What now?"

"See! Look! Look at her! Look at Emma!"

Frank looked, then pulled the phone closer. "Hey, Kejsa. Kejsa!" The woman, who had moved down the short hall to the door, walked slowly back. "Look!" The bartender pointed at the phone.

Kejsa came back over, motioning for the bouncer to come as well. She looked at Dez's phone, then grabbed it and pulled it closer. "Well, shit."

"Yeah," said Frank. "She's out of it, and naked. I'd say that's proof."

"Yeah," Kejsa said. "Susan has been pushing it for a while." She handed the phone back to Dez. "You can probably find your friend at Susan's."

"Where's that?" Dez asked a little desperately.

"Jose, we're not letting Susan back in." She looked from the bouncer back to Dez. "I don't know her house, but she teaches at the college. You'll find her there. I don't know if she has office hours Fridays. Professor Susan Collins."

"So what do I do now? Emma's with Susan!" Dez fought hard to keep from exploding at the only people that might help.

"For now, you go home. Tomorrow, you can probably find Susan at office hours or a class. She's in the psychology department over there, I think," said Kejsa.

"I can't! I have to do something!" cried Dez. "She's changing her, writing in her head..."

"I'm sorry, I can't help you more," said Kejsa, turning away.

Dez watched her go through misting eyes. Frank turned away as well. Dez wiped a tear away with her hand and sniffled before heading out the door. She felt lucky she'd been the one to drive.

Dez stepped through the door into her little campus apartment. She flung her keys into the drawer in the small foyer and flew down the hall to her bathroom. She stripped quickly and got into the shower. Luke-warm water rushed down and over her. She waited as it warmed up, fighting to keep her hands away from her crotch. The words still played through her mind in Susan's voice. "You will play with yourself." The compulsion hadn't lessened, and her hands drifted down. She fought in her mind again, and managed to drop them to her sides. She didn't wash, just let the water run over her. It didn't help. "...when you cum, you will lock them in place..."

Frustrated, she stepped out and toweled off. The soft cloth against her legs and crotch almost made her give in. "You will play with yourself." Frustrated, not just with herself for almost giving in, but also for not giving in, she headed naked to her bedroom. Not quite crying, she sucked in a few breaths and tried to stop her libido from taking over. It wasn't just the compulsion... well, it was. It was exactly what she'd been looking for when she went to the club. Knowing she'd been hypnotized, that she'd been changed, was getting to her as much as Susan's instructions written in her mind.

She flipped onto her back. Sleep wasn't going to come anytime soon. The burning need kept pushing her hands down and her will to keep them away from her wet, wanting pussy was slowly wearing down. One last time, she managed to force them to the side, but then they slowly tickled their way up her hips and across to fulfill her need. It was sudden, her loss of control, and one hand thrust three fingers deep inside while the other circled her clit in just the way that would get her off the fastest. It was only a minute before she felt the crest, the bliss, the short eternity of pleasure that washed over her, and she reveled in the commands riding that pleasure into the deepest parts of her mind. She'd lost, she was being changed, and it was the hottest thing that had ever happened to her. Too sensitive to keep playing, her hands dropped away while her reality changed.

"Dez, you went to the club alone." It echoed through her mind. "You found Susan, and she hypnotized you." Dez felt it sinking in and combining with what had really happened, warping it. "You loved it." That was close enough to true that Dez couldn't fight it. "You desperately want to be hypnotized by Susan again." Dez sighed as the command settled in, changing her reason for seeking out Susan tomorrow. "You will arrive at her office hours at 2:00pm tomorrow. You will dress for clubbing." Dez felt the compulsion take over. Tomorrow, she'd visit Professor Collins. "You will sleep until it's time."

She knew she'd been changed. She'd gone seeking and found her darkest fantasy in real life. Her hands slipped into her wetness again and she moaned.

She'd been changed. It was so hot. Scorching. She fingered herself as she drifted off to sleep.

She woke up slowly, gingerly testing her thoughts. They were light in her head. One slipped through clearly though. She'd found exactly what she'd been looking for. Her mind was no longer just her own. Foreign thoughts, ones that had been put there, lived in her consciousness now, indistinguishable from her own. She tested each one that floated by and realized she couldn't tell the difference. Smiling, she reached for her phone. A quick check told her she'd slept through her alarm and her first two classes. Opening her browser, she searched up Professor Collins' office. Checking her phone, she had just enough time to clean up and dress.

After her bathroom activities for the morning... well, afternoon... she found herself reaching in her drawers for her black, lacy underwear and her closet for the tight little skirt and backless, translucent top that she'd only worn once, for a previous boyfriend. Thinking about how she was going to wear it to campus, with everyone able to see her dark bra through it, gave her a little thrill, as much because it was a compulsion as anything else. She finished off the outfit with heels. Setting out, she felt herself already starting to leak into her panties.

She'd been made to do this. She sucked in a breath and shivered it out. Too hot.

She found herself rolling her hips even more than the heels made her. The psychology building was across campus from her apartment, so she faced plenty of leering students on the way. One happened to be from a class she was T.A. for. He smiled and said, "Damn, Dez, never thought I'd see you in that! Fuckin' tight!" It was rude coming from one of her students like that, but she just smiled, blushed, and continued on.

In the building, she found herself swarmed by students. The main hall must have just let out. Walking to the stairs, she noticed that most of the guys had eyes lowered to her chest and most of the women gave her looks. Her body on blatant display left her embarrassed and mortified, but also wet and needy. She hadn't known she was a bit of an exhibitionist, but there was a distinct thrill rushing through her. She went up to the second floor, where she found the hall with the professor's office. Professor Collins' door was closed. She knocked, and it swung open.

"Come in," said Susan, sitting behind her desk.

The door closed, and Dez glanced at the student standing next to it. She noticed first that the girl was dressed in a fetish schoolgirl outfit, with a tight, white blouse and plaid skirt. "Oh, hi," said Dez, not recognizing the girl.

"Hi," she said back. Dez thought the girl looked blank.

"Focus on me," said Susan, and Dez's head snapped to look at the professor. "Time to continue our conversation from the other night. Dez, why are you here?"

"I was hoping, maybe," Dez hesitated. "Could you hypnotize me again?"