Search Hypno-Helpers. Result: A small group of aliens that came to Earth for unknown reasons. They have the ability to teleport between our reality and another dimension identical to cyberspace, which they have linked to the modern internet. They have the ability to use mind-control, and humans happen to be especially susceptible to it. They have created a business out of it and call it Hypno-Helpers.
One had been talking on her phone, heading home from the office, while the other had been lost in her own world, listening to music through the new headphones she had picked up at the local Sam Goody on her way to class. As they passed each other near an alley, both stopped. The one told her client she’d call him back, while the other hit stop on her MP3 player and slipped her headphones off. The two turned to each other, both sharing a thousand-yard stare, then calmly walked into the dead-end alley.
Without saying a word and acting completely natural, they calmly stripped out of their clothes and set them aside, not really giving much notice to where they were resting. A cat that had been foraging through the garbage hissed at the pile of clothes dumped on it, then scampered off to find food where it wouldn’t be disturbed.
The women then approached each other, wrapped their arms around the other, and began to forcefully kiss each other. Their nipples rubbed against each other as they started to undulate slowly against one another, letting their hands roam around their bodies.
To passersby, it was just another alleyway – the women were invisible to all walking by. To the women, they were in the middle of some strange daydream where they lacked the ability to have any conscious thought. They were simply two puppets, caressing and stroking each other because it felt right, their gaze still focused on something miles away that no one could see.
It wasn’t long before the women were on their knees, their legs having given out beneath them, both arms again wrapped around each other and pressed tightly together, their furious kissing and needy stroking quickly getting both ready for what was to come.
The business woman soon straddled the college student’s thigh, slipping her own knee in-between the student’s legs. They both threw their heads back, moaning and gasping for each other as they simultaneously rode each other, rubbing firmly and quickly against each other. Sensations of strange pleasure they didn’t know they could feel coursed through them as they entered into a series of orgasms that wouldn’t end for another seven minutes.
They collapsed in a heap, and then, without a word, simply stood up. They both again stared off into the distance, jaws slack and bodies loose. They then turned back to their piles of clothes and belongings, got dressed once more, and walked to the end of the alley. The student put her headphones back on and once more zoned out as she continued on her way, totally unaware that anything had happened. The business woman frowned as she glanced at her phone – damned reception had caused her to lose her call again. She dialed the number again, and simply continued the proposal to her client as she went on her way.
Back in the alley, a young man’s voice chuckled to itself. The air seemed distorted for a moment, then a form shimmered into existence. He had straight brown hair that hung about his head in a mess of locks, ending just over a pair of chocolate brown eyes. His skin was pale, but unmarred anywhere. He was dressed similarly to the college student that had passed by, wearing a baggy pair of blue jeans and a black hooded sweatshirt, along with a pair of grey Vans.
“Hey, don’t you have anything better to do with your time than messing with les filles?”
The man stopped smiling, scratching his head as he turned around to face the voice. In front of him stood a woman that looked roughly the same age as him. She had flowing hair colored like mahogany that draped down to her shoulders, framing a slender face with soft features, in-particular a pair of brilliantly green eyes. A plaid skirt that dropped just below mid-thigh allowed her to show off a pair of long, well-toned legs, while her form was accentuated by a white, button-up blouse. A simple pink scarf was wrapped around her neck. She had one hand on her hip as she arched an eyebrow at the man.
He grinned. “Not at the moment, no.”
“Oh lor lor, tu n’es pas drôle, mon petit garcon. Je sais pas de raison je pose de question, je ne recevois jamais de réponse serieux.”
Taking a large step towards her, then drawing his other foot up so as to appear as if he was gliding towards her, he wrapped an arm around her shoulder. “Aw, you don’t think I can be serious?”
She folded her arms and turned her head to the side, tossing off a quick little, “Non.”
“Oh, come on, Sophie. You know I’m serious when I have work.”
Sophie looked back to the man. “Ouais, when you have work, Michael.” Although her accent was near flawless, she pronounced his name mee-kail. “When was the last time you were even given a job, eh? You were put on suspension for the last one, n’est-ce pas?”
Michael scratched his head again, letting his arm from around her. “Harsh.”
“Oui, well… Unfortunately pour moi, it seems you’ve been taken off the suspension.”
He tilted his head to the side. “No kidding?” He paused, looking up for a moment, then he looked back to her. “Why unfortunately for you?”
She sighed softly. “Seems Madame wants me to tag along with you for your next job to see if you can learn something from the way I handle it.”
Michael grinned. “You mean I’m coming along as a trainee again?”
Sophie frowned, glaring at Michael. “N’en dis jamais! Mais non, I’m coming along to watch you.”
“Aw, well that’s not nearly as fun.”
“Fermes la bouche. You’re supposed to get back to headquarters to pick up the assignment, then give me a call.”
He gave a half-assed salute, smiling at Sophie. “Yes, ma’am.”
Giving a disgusted sigh, Sophie closed her eyes before shimmering out of sight again. Michael looked out at the sidewalk, watching all the people walk by again. “Man, the things we do for these people…”
The lobby was fairly large, but very bare. All that was there was one computer terminal with a couple speakers set on the side. The rest of the lobby was just a connection point for all the various hallways and wings of the business. Signs rested around the entrance to each connecting hallway, indicating the different sectors by letter.
As he approached the lone terminal, a sound like a recorded voice announcing flights at an airport greeted Michael with, ”Welcome to Hypno-Helpers. If you are a guest, please sign in at the visitation center. If you are a member of the staff, please go t-“
“Yeah, yeah, I know, I know. It’s Michael.”
There was a pause, then the voice answered, “Good afternoon, Michael. Welcome back. Your new assignment and probation limitations are waiting for you in terminal D6.”
Michael scratched his head. “It’s in the D wing? Isn’t that the lesbian terminal?”
“D wing: For all issues concerning homosexual relationships.”
Rolling his eyes some, Michael nodded. “Yeah, I know, but when was the last time a guy was brought in to that wing to help except for lesbian issues?”
“Request for information being processed. … Last known male staff member to work in D wing for non-lesbian, homosexual issue: Daniel. Assignment given six hours ago.”
Michael stopped. “Well, shit.”
“Excuse me, can you help me?”
He turned around to face one of the guest images, which looked just like a shimmering rainbow shadow of a person. This one had a male voice, and sounded young.
“What with?”
The form shrugged. “Well, a friend referred me here, but I’m not… Well, I don’t really know what this place is.”
Michael folded his arms lightly. “OK, what do you know about Hypno-Helpers?”
“Essentially nothing, I’m afraid.”
He nodded. “Alright. We are a small corporation that rents out helpers like me to anyone interested in buying our services. Most requests concern either living out fantasies or helping relationships, but our services our available for anything that does not violate our rules.”
“And… What are your services?”
Grinning, he winked, though he knew the guest wouldn’t see it. “A very advanced form of hypnosis not known in any other part of the world.”
“And who are the people who work here?”
“Our secret.”
“Well… Alright. Can you show me where the visitation center is, then?”
He was also to stop all hypnotic action outside of work. Michael grinned. “Strike one.”
Setting the notice aside, he glanced over the folder that he had picked up from D6. “Alright, let’s see what the job is.” He looked around briefly. “Please be lesbians, please be lesbians, please be lesbians…”
Opening up the small manila folder, he quickly browsed for the names of the people he’d be focusing his attention on over the next several weeks.
Rachel and Sarah. “Yes! OK, Rachel and Sarah, let’s see what’s up with the two of you…”
Michael frowned. “That’s it? I just have to get in this girl’s head and see if she would have sex with Sarah? What’s the pay on this?” He glanced further down.Transcript of e-mail sent to Hypno-Helpers from client “Sarah”:
Dear Hypno-Helpers,I have used your services before and was very happy with the results. You may remember when I decided to have some fun with my roommate back in college, and although I greatly enjoyed the experience, she was a little freaked out. As a result, your company had to erase my roommate’s memory of the occurrence.Well, I’m out of college and I think I’ve found someone who you won’t have to tweak with afterwards this time. Her name is Rachel, and I suspect that she is a lesbian, but I don’t really know for sure, and I’m too uncomfortable simply asking her. I would like you to send over a helper to help me confirm whether or not Rachel would be a compatible person for me to start a relationship with.
Wage for job: Comped.
”Ah, son of a bitch! I’m working for free on a job that’s not even going to be interesting? Since when did we offer that kind of service?”
He set the file aside, sighing as he leaned back in his chair again.
“Well, I’m just going to have to make things interesting.”
Search “Semi-dimensional existence.” Result: It is possible for some species of the universe to actually exist between two dimensions, so that they are unnoticeable by occupants of either one. It is almost like a third, observational dimension, where one may look at both dimensions at the same time. The employees of Hypno-Helpers have devised a way to only look at one at a time.
She rolled her eyes. “Ouais, rien.”
Michael cast a sidelong glance at Sophie. “It’s rare that nothing is on my mind.” He looked back to the woman standing at the counter. “I’ve been trying to figure out why our boss assigned me this job.”
“What do you mean?”
He watched Rachel as she pondered for a moment, then opened up one of the nearby cabinets and took out an unlabeled spice to pour into the creation she was working on. “Well, for one, if I’m supposed to prove that I can be useful again, why am I doing such a mundane task?”
Sophie folded her arms lightly, her gaze shifting to Rachel. “Because you have to show you can follow the rules, first. Quelquechose qui est difficile pour toi, je sais.”
Sighing softly, he leaned against the counter, beside Rachel, looking back at Sophie. “It is possible for me to talk to you without incurring a sarcastic remark after every sentence, yes?”
Turning her nose up at Michael, she folded her arms, going silent after a brief, “Hmph.”
Shaking his head, he looked back to Rachel. “Anyway, if I’m being given a mundane job, why lesbians? The boss knows that’s how I got in trouble in the first place, and that it happens to be something I’m enthusiastic about.”
Nodding some, Sophie boosted herself up onto the counter opposite Michael and Rachel, crossing her legs as she set her palms against the countertop and leaned back on them. “Madame felt it best if you were assigned something you’d enjoy working on, like perhaps you’d stick to the rules more. I guess so you wouldn’t decide to ‘make things interesting.’”
Michael scratched his head, grinning at himself. Oh, the irony.
“Alors, what are you going to do to start, Michael?”
He watched as Rachel dipped a spoon into the soup, took a sip, and spat it out in disgust. “Probably just put her under and then interview her.”
A skeptical look crossed Sophie’s face. “… D’accord. You’ll be well-behaved, mon petit garcon?”
Michael nodded. “Yeah, I’ll be fine. Where are you going?”
Sophie hopped off the countertop. “I’m going to go check in with Sarah and let her know we’re investigating for her.” With that, she shimmered out of Michael’s sight.
He looked back to Rachel as she poured the contents of the pot out into the sink, sighing. She folded her arms, looking around the kitchen for a moment.
Michael nodded, walking over so that he was standing face to face with her. He gazed into her eyes for a moment, his gaze unwavering as he concentrated. After a moment, her arms gently fell to her sides as her eyes started to glaze over. Michael transferred himself over to Rachel’s dimension, resting his hands against her cheeks as he continued to subvert her mind.
Her body visibly relaxed as she heaved a soft sigh, a contented little smile crossing her lips as her eyes became completely glassy. Michael let his hands back down, nodding some as he watched her. “Hello, Rachel.”
Rachel’s lips made a slight movement, but all she produced was a soft, “Mmm…”
He grinned. “Feeling relaxed, are we?”
“Yeah…”
“Well, that’s good. Listen, I’ve got a couple questions for you.”
Nodding slowly in understanding, Rachel gave no other answer.
Michael nodded in return. “Have you ever done anything sexual with women?”
Her brow furrowed slightly, then she calmly replied, “A few times.”
He folded his arms, leaning against the counter as he yawned softly. “Recently?”
Rachel shook her head. “No.”
“Do you ever fantasize about it?”
“No.”
Michael sighed. Well, this is boring. “Would you ever do anything sexual with your friend, Sarah?”
Rachel made a face as she replied, “No, Sarah is my friend.”
Come on, woman, you can’t be more experimental? Michael glanced at the door for a moment. … Well, Sophie probably won’t be back for a little bit. “Alright, Rachel, go ahead and close your eyes.”
On cue, her eyes drifted shut without any real resistance. Michael stood in front of Rachel once more. He set his fingertips against her temples, closing his eyes as well. “Tonight, I want you to masturbate before you go to sleep – except I want you to imagine Sarah in your fantasy.”
Rachel started to argue against it, but Michael quickly cut her off. “You will find it odd, but arousing nonetheless. You will be unable to stop or think of anything else except Sarah, and you will continue to do so until you orgasm.”
“But I-“
“Quiet.” Rachel fell quiet. Michael sighed. Alright, time to be a little more persuasive. “Do you feel good right now, Rachel?”
“Uh… I guess.”
Shifting one of his palms down to Rachel’s pants, he set it against the front of her jeans. He concentrated for a moment as he sent physical sensations to relay through Rachel’s mind and she quickly began to squirm under Michael’s palm. “Oh… Oh my…”
“That’s right, Rachel, just focus on the pleasure I’m giving you right now. I want you to stop worrying about anything but your physical pleasure.”
He pressed his palm harder and Rachel jolted, letting out a load moan. Taking that as a statement of agreement, he continued. “Good, just keep focusing on it, just letting all your other thoughts drift away, just focused so much on how good this feels. Does it feel good?”
Rachel bit her lip, then nodded. Michael nodded, too. “Wonderful.” He took his hand away, leaving Rachel still squirming a bit. He brought his fingertips back up to her temples as he again focused on her mind. “You’re going to feel this pleasure all day, but you won’t be able to make it stop or climax until tonight, before you go to bed – you won’t touch yourself, you won’t do anything about it until tonight, you will simply let yourself be turned on all day. When you go to bed, you’ll be allowed to touch yourself again, but only as long as you fantasize about Sarah. Do you understand?”
She groaned in disagreement. Michael pushed the suggestion further into her subconscious, and Rachel simply nodded, though it was obvious she didn’t like the idea. “There you go.”
Sophie will be back soon… “Now, then, Rachel, I’m going to wake you back up, but you won’t remember anything past pouring that soup out into the sink, except that you all of the sudden feel extremely turned on and are unable to do anything about it until tonight.” Repeating his command, he pushed it into her mind again, then let his hands away and shifted back to his semi-dimensional state.
A few moments later, he was grinning as Rachel sat on the couch, watching TV, awkwardly shifting and squirming every now and then. Sophie shimmered into existence beside him, raising an eyebrow as she glanced at Rachel, then looked to Michael. “What’s that all about?”
“I asked what she fantasizes about and decided to make her think about it all day, so she’ll be happier to see Sarah.”
The same skeptical look crossed Sophie’s face, but she simply nodded. “D’accord… On y va.”
He sighed, slouching in his chair. “What the hell am I going to do all day, Sophie?”
She shrugged, picking up the folder containing Michael’s report. “Ce n’est pas ma problème, mon petit garçon. Au revoir.” She turned on her toes, then exited Michael’s office.
Looking around for a moment, he started to rock in his chair lightly as he twiddled his thumbs. “Yep, they sure are keeping me busy. Yes, sir…”
Letting out a frustrated sigh, he sat up. “Well, damnit, if I can’t mess with people except my client, and I have nothing to do to my client-“
Blinking, Michael smiled. “Right…”
Michael grinned in satisfaction as he watched Rachel. She was talking on the phone with Sarah, squirming and adjusting her clothes as she paced around her apartment.
“Yes, Sarah, everything is…” She bit her lip, holding back a groan. “… i-is fine.”
Walking over to Rachel, he tilted his head to the side, leaning in closer as he listened to Sarah’s voice come back over the phone. “You sound like you have something on your mind.”
Seizing his opportunity, Michael reached out and touched his fingertips to Rachel’s temples. She nearly dropped the phone as she went completely relaxed and gazed off at nothing. As Michael’s lips moved silently, Rachel formed the words. “Well, I’ve been thinking about you all day.”
He could see a bit of resistance in Rachel’s gaze, but he could barely feel it in her mind. He just grinned, closing his eyes as he continued to make Rachel talk. “I’ve been thinking a lot about you and me, you know.”
Without missing a beat, an enthusiastic “Really?” came back from the other end of the line, followed by a brief cough and a more calm, “How so?”
Rachel started to shake her head, but Michael pressed close, concentrating on keeping her conscious will suppressed for a little longer. “I think it would be good if you came over tomorrow night, for dinner.”
A pause. “Well, uh… Yeah, I guess I could do that.”
“Wear something sexy.”
Rachel quickly shifted her thumb to the end button her phone and hung up, then seemed to stand frozen. She was fighting against Michael’s control, but the best she could do was stare blankly at the phone as she tried to figure out why she said that.
Michael let his hands away and stepped back, and Rachel seemed to have some kind of revelation as she threw the phone on the couch, staring at it in disbelief as if it had transformed into some miniature monster. She rubbed her thighs together, biting her lip as she pulled back from the phone slightly. She shook her head, covered her mouth, then let her hands away as she yelled, “Damnit!”
She resumed her pacing, obviously frustrated at being unable to touch herself. Michael folded his arms lightly, then glanced at the door for a moment. Giving a thoughtful “hmm…”, he then headed back to his cyber-office.
“Michael, not now, I’m busy.”
He leaned against the doorframe, arms folded as he watched Sophie scan a pile of papers she had strewn across her desk. “You know, I remember when you used to enjoy me interrupting your work.”
Sophie glanced up, glaring at Michael. “Ouais, and you won’t let that time go and accept that things change.”
Chuckling softly, Michael held his hands up some. “Alright, fair enough. Well, do you have a file on the last time we helped Sarah, then?”
She looked back to her work. “Pourquoi??”
“Well, I’d hate to make the same mistake the last employee did and scare Rachel off forever.”
“Michael, I’m surprised. You’re being considerate.”
“Very funny, Sophie. I just don’t want to mess this assignment up and get suspended again, you know?”
Sophie sighed softly. “Very well, Michael.” She reached down into one of her drawers, produced a folder from it, and held it out to him. “I’m glad you actually care about your job here.”
He nodded, walking over and taking the offered file. “Of course. Thanks a bunch, Sophie.” He winked at her. “I owe you one, eh?”
She rolled her eyes, looking back to her work. “Let me work, and we’re even.”
“You have fun with that.” He grinned, heading out of her office. Now
to just pay a visit to Rachel’s later tonight.
“Oh, yes, Sarah…!” Her hand was firmly placed at her crotch, two fingers buried inside her as she worked furiously, lost in sexual abandonment. Her other hand was at her breast, pulling at her nipple and massaging her breast as her brow furred and her mouth formed an almost permanent O of pleasure.
He had put her under, then left the suggestion that whenever she masturbated and thought of Sarah, she’d be able to fantasize so clear that her own ministrations would feel like Sarah’s work. He cast a little grin as he wondered whether Rachel was imagining Sarah fingering her or eating her out.
Suddenly lashing out with the hand that was at her breast, she took a handful of the covers into her fist, clenching them tight as her whole body arched up. She let out a loud scream of ecstasy, completely oblivious to her surroundings. Her world was Sarah. She started rubbing her clit with his fingers as her hips started to thrust back and forth, and she rolled onto her side, clenching her thighs together, curling up tightly as she tried to withstand the pleasure that racked her body. She felt sore, it hurt – and yet, at the same time, the pleasure was too much to stop. Without any instruction from Michael, her mind argued with her body, but her body was much more articulate.
Rachel barely even calmed from her orgasm before she was on her stomach, breathing hard into her pillow as she continued to stroke herself at a quick, steady pace. She let out moans and cries into the material, going beyond any sense of pain into an ultimate desire for release once more. It wasn’t long before she started humping her palm, screaming into the pillow, her muffled orgasmic pleas nonetheless resounding around the room.
Michael scratched his head, glancing at the clock on Rachel’s nightstand. Man, she’s been at this for almost an hour. He looked back to her as she flipped onto her back once more, clasping her free hand on top of the one fucking herself, as if there was too much to handle one-handed. Doesn’t seem to bother her, though.
He grinned. Guess I’ll just let this one die out on its own. She’ll sleep even-
His train of thought was broken by a hand clamping down on his shoulder, followed by Sophie’s voice. “I knew I couldn’t trust you!”
Michael whipped around to face her. Her arms were folded tightly and she had a disapproving frown across her face. “Sophie! I thought you had work to do?”
“Ouais, but when you came by to get the file, I thought it odd that you would have work to do.”
He frowned in return. “Hey, didn’t I tell you what it was for?”
Rachel cried out in bliss. Sophie raised an eyebrow. “Ouais, and you lied. You’re here screwing around with her. This was not your assignment, Michael.”
Michael sighed. “Hey, it’s the person I was assigned to, isn’t it?”
“Oui, but there was nothing about controlling her and making her masturbate against her will.” She shook her head. “Michael, this is the last straw. I am not going to be lenient with you on this…”
As Sophie started to lecture Michael with her threats of what would become of him the following today, he closed his eyes. Well, Michael, looks like you’re going to have to overstep your boundaries by a lot more than you hoped.
“-and the times that you- mmf!”
In one quick movement, Michael seized Sophie and drew her in, cupping one hand over her mouth and using his other arm to hold her tightly against him. He gazed deeply into Sophie’s eyes as he held the struggling girl.
She made a number of muffled protests, reaching up to pull his hand away. Michael obliged, only to shift his arms so that he had them both wrapped around Sophie, pinning her arms to her sides as he held her in. “Michael, what in the world are you doing?!”
He almost touched his forehead to hers as he leaned in, letting his gaze pour into Sophie. “You don’t need to worry about it.”
She narrowed her eyes. “D’accord, Michael, tu veux jouer?” She gazed back into his eyes, giving up her physical struggle as she concentrated on him.
Michael sensed Sophie trying to slip into his mind, but he knew she was feeling the same from him. Putting up his mental walls as best he could while still trying to subvert Sophie’s will, he gave her a quick squeeze. “You know my physical position will give me the advantage.”
She gave a brief, “hmph!” as she opened her eyes wide, allowing Michael full view of her eyes – though it seemed to help her concentrate some.
Wanting to try and shake his head clear, he knew it would come across as a sign of weakness, so he instead focused harder on penetrating Sophie’s mind. He smiled a little to himself as he saw her pupils cloud over for an instant. “Come, now, Sophie, I know you want to give in.”
“Not likely, you pig!” She raised an eyebrow defiantly at him.
“Come on, I’ll make you climax until it hurts, just like when you were training me.”
Although he frequently teased her about it, he knew it was a sensitive spot for her – and it interrupted her judgment briefly enough to give Michael the upper hand. She started to object, but her anger at the topic gave Michael easier access to her mind, and her eyelids fluttered briefly.
She shook her head, starting to struggle against Michael again. He smiled warmly, never breaking his gaze from hers as he held her tightly. Good, she thinks she won’t win just by will, but she’ll just tire herself out this way…
Sophie tried hard to slip out of his grasp, but he simply held her to him as if he were holding a long-lost love. “Stop trying to fight it, Sophie, you know I can make you feel good.”
For a moment, her struggling became weak and her eyes became glassy. Shaking her head again, it seemed as if she was having a hard time focusing as she continued to work against Michael, already growing weaker.
“That’s right, Sophie, you’ve been there before – your mind knows how to get there. Just relax, it’ll be a lot easier that way.”
He knew his words weren’t really affecting her all that much, it just gave her something else to subconsciously focus on. He could feel himself slipping into her mind further and further, like a fog settling down to blanket the forest floor.
She soon gave up the physical struggle, her body only remaining tense in his arms as she found herself unable to look away. She was no longer trying to take over Michael, she was putting all her effort into keeping her defenses up. Unfortunately for her, since Michael had indeed controlled her in the past, he knew how to work around them.
“Go on, just let yourself relax… Listen to Rachel over there. Don’t you remember making those same noises for me?”
As if on cue, Rachel screamed into her pillow, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. Sophie blinked slowly, her eyes not even moving to Rachel as she sighed softly, letting her body relax. She was still struggling mentally, but her eyes were already starting to cloud over and her body had decided to give up.
“Mm-hmm, just like that, Sophie, you’re doing great… I know you remember how great it felt, I know you secretly miss it…” He actually had no idea, but maybe he could convince her. At the rate he was obtaining her mind, he could probably make her secretly miss it, anyhow. “Just give in…”
Sophie’s eyelids started to flutter as any sign of her being defiant melted out of her. Michael smiled again. “That’s right, just let your eyes close as they will, Sophie… Just stop putting in effort, you know it would be much better… Just listen to Rachel, and imagine yourself in her place…”
Seizing control of what he had already conquered, he slipped an image of Sophie masturbating in the same manner as Rachel into her mind. Sophie’s lips parted as she made an almost inaudible, “Yes…”
Michael decided it was time to strike. He stopped talking and his conquest started banging on all cylinders. Sophie’s eyes finally fluttered shut as her head drooped forward. He could feel her submitting to him with every passing moment, her last ounces of resistances being obliterated.
He drew her up against him tightly once more, smiling as he felt absolute control over Sophie. “There you go, all better. Now, get rid of those clothes and go stand next to Rachel.”
Nodding slowly, Sophie calmly walked over to the foot of the bed and slid her clothes off as if preparing to step into the shower. She then stood at the foot of the bed, awaiting her next command as the sounds of Rachel screwing her own brains out reverberated about the room.
Michael walked over to Rachel, crouching beside her as he focused on her for a moment. “Rachel, I want you to stop touching yourself – I’ve brought Sarah for you.”
Squealing in delight, Rachel immediately lied down on her back, letting her hands to her side. Her fingers were covered in her glistening juices, while a good amount leaked from between her legs. Rachel’s chest heaved with each breath, rising and falling in quick successions.
Michael looked back up to Sophie, slipping images into her mind of a transformation into Sarah. “Well, go on, then, Sarah, please your friend.”
Sophie swayed a little, then sank to her knees. She pulled Rachel down the bed so that her legs were hanging off the foot and her crotch was right at Sophie’s face. She hesitated for a moment.
Grinning, Michael knelt behind Sophie, touching his fingertips to her temples. It’s OK… Whatever you imagine Rachel feeling, you’ll feel it, too… However pleasured you think Rachel is, you will feel the same thing. He took a moment to reinforce that suggestion, then nodded as he stood back up.
Sophie paused, then simply buried her face against Rachel’s slit, snaking her tongue out and licking furiously at her folds. Rachel immediately cried out, her hands flying to her own breasts as she began to massage them, intensifying her own pleasure. Sophie responded with a loud moan of her own, happily giving in to her temporary role as Sarah.
Michael stood back up, standing back as he folded his arms lightly, watching the two. Well, hell, let’s see how long these two can last each other…
He saw her gaze start to focus as she shook her head slowly. “Quoi… What am I doing…?”
Michael reached out and touched his fingertips to her temples, and Sophie’s eyes returned to staring blankly up at the ceiling as she moaned loudly. “Oui… I’m doing what I’m supposed to…”
Standing back from the two again, he watched their progress. Rachel had long since lost any semblance of even being conscious. She was running completely on Michael’s control, and found herself unable to think of anything but raw sexual pleasure. She kissed all along Sophie’s thighs, and when that brought about some squirming on Sophie’s part, Rachel pressed her down against the bed, trying to keep her still as possible.
Canting his head to the side, Michael watched Sophie for a moment. Smiling, he watched as she nodded slowly, obeying some unspoken command as she reached up and began fondling her breasts, much as Rachel had done when she was on the bed. The twinge of excitement jolted her submission a little, and her head lolled to one side as she tried her hardest to focus again, to struggle against Michael’s control.
However, he’d established himself in her mind too much to be pushed away at that point. He knelt beside Sophie and gazed deeply into her eyes once more. “Shh, don’t worry… Doesn’t this feel good?”
Sophie nodded slowly, obviously still trying to fight it with whatever shreds of resistance still remained. “Feels… Amazing… Oh!” She arched her back suddenly as her mouth opened in a silent scream. She squeezed her breasts and clamped her thighs around Rachel’s head.
Rachel took the sign as an urging to push Sophie over the edge. She reached up and parted Sophie’s slit with her fingers, opening her up as she started probing her with her tongue. It took less than a few seconds for Rachel to find what she was after, and she began to flick her tongue rapidly over Sophie’s clit.
She tried to fight against it, shutting her eyes tightly as the pleasure shot up through her body. “N… No… S’il vous plaît, arrêtez…”
Grinning, Michael shook his head. “She can’t stop, Sophie.” He reached over and touched his fingertips to her temples. Sophie’s eyes opened once more as she nodded. Michael added, “And you don’t want to her to stop.”
Sophie nodded again, obediently. “I don’t want her to st- Ohhhh, Oui!” Her hips started to buck, but Rachel quickly restrained her as she lapped up all of Sophie’s juices.
He glanced over his shoulder at her. Her head hung loose as her hair fell in front of her face, her arms hanging limply at her sides as she barely stood up. “Ouais…”
Slinging an arm around her shoulder, he pulled her in close. “Now, then, aren’t you happy to obey me like this?”
There was a pause, and Michael quickly seized on the opportunity to cup her chin in his fingers, bringing her head up so that her blank gaze met his eyes. “Sophie… You should be happy to obey me.”
Sighing contentedly, she nodded in agreement. “I am happily obedient, Michael…”
“Good. Now, then, about reporting any of this to our boss…”
Michael simply sat behind his desk, listening to Sophie rant on at him in French. You know, this is almost entertaining. She’s kind of cute when she yells in a language that sounds like “I love you” at every phrase.
She paused a moment. “Are you even listening to me, Michael?!”
He nodded some. No. “Of course I am.”
Sophie was holding a manila folder in her hand, that she occasionally waved around as she gestured wildly in her anger. “I don’t think you are, you… You…!” She let out an exasperated noise. “I don’t even know what to call you!”
Tilting his head to the side, he grinned. She immediately cut him off.
“Don’t say it!”
Michael held his hands up, palms towards her. “Hey, I didn’t say anything.”
Slamming the folder down on his desk, she turned on her toes to leave. “Ouais, well, we’ll see how much you can joke when you’ve read that. Tu es vraiment un mauvais chien. Au revoir.” She forcefully pulled the door shut behind her.
Did she just call me a bad dog? He scratched his head, then looked at the folder. Curious, he reached out and opened it up. It contained a short note.
“Well, son of a bitch. They really went the extra mile for this one.”Dear Employee,Due to your reckless behavior and complete abandonment of all rules set in place by your probation, your employment status was put in review.For tampering with company clientele, and for breaking one of our most basic company policies of not using your craft on fellow employees, thusly breeching contract and violating your probation, along with your already tarnished track record, you are hereby fired.
You are to vacate your cyber-office as soon as possible so that we may use the space for other purposes. You are also to not enter into the same plane of existence as the humans on Earth, or else you will also be arrested and charged under the fullest penalties.
Due to your probability of being a danger, as well, you are also hereby banned from ever returning to Hypno-Helpers headquarters or any of its affiliated offices once you vacate the premises. You will be arrested without question if you do.
Have a nice day.
Madame
A little bing-bong came over the intercom in his office. ”Michael?” It was the automated computer voice that had been installed around the place.
“Yes?”
“Madame would like to see you.”
But damn she has a nice figure. And that face… He glanced at her eyes for a moment. They were dark brown, and could’ve been very warm, were it not for his previous experience with her reminding him that she could be icy if she wanted. I’ll bet she was a wild one in her younger days.
“Your list of violations goes on.”
He blinked, focusing his attention on her face so as not to get in trouble for checking out his boss, too. “Yeah?”
She raised an eyebrow, turning from her computer. She folded her hands and set them on the desk in front of her, leaning forward some as her gaze pierced his. “Yes.”
There was an awkward pause, like she was waiting for an answer to the question she hadn’t asked. Michael scratched his head. “Uh, well…”
“Let me be forward with you, Michael. I like you. You are dedicated to your work when you start a task and you are efficient, and you have a knack for knowing what people like, even if they disagree with your methods.”
… She’s complimenting me while I’m being fired? “Um… Thanks?”
“However, you have absolutely no tact, and you have a penchant for pushing someone’s buttons one too many times. You know who I’m talking about.” It was more a statement than a question. “She filed a rather large complaint against you. Again.”
Michael blinked. “Again?”
Madame looked back to her computer. “Oh, yes. That first incident during your training, she wanted you to be kicked from the program immediately.”
He shifted his gaze to the side awkwardly. “I thought she liked it.”
“No, you made her like it.” She looked back to Michael, her voice still even and her face expressionless. “But that’s why I kept you on. Your little argument that it was an accident, and that you were new to controlling people didn’t fly with anyone around here. But I knew you had potential to keep our clientele happy if things didn’t go the way we planned. I thought you would be good to have around to solve problems when things went very wrong.
“Unfortunately, it seems that most of the things that went wrong were your doing, anyway. And you have no excuse for controlling Sophie this time around.”
Michael opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out. Hmm. He tried again. “So… What did you want to see me about?”
“I’m going to let you finish your assignment with Rachel and Sarah. This is to be kept quiet, because I am breaking rules to let you do this. We are not supposed to let non-employees meddle in our affairs. You will not be working with anyone on this, either. However, I reviewed Sophie’s report, and I think you will be instrumental in putting Rachel and Sarah together.”
Michael shook his head. “Madame, since I’m being fired anyway, I might as well tell you – Rachel is straight, and had no thoughts of being together with Sarah.”
She nodded. “I know. Sarah deserves someone, however, and I want you to make her happy. But make sure Rachel is happy with it, as well.”
Staring at her for a moment, he scratched his head. “You want me to violate those rules, too?”
“Don’t get caught. Now go clean out your office.”
He had made her forget all about anything involving Sophie, only seeing it as a well-imagined fantasy involving Sarah. Unfortunately, it seemed to have caused Rachel to feel dumbfounded.
Shaking his head slowly, he folded his arms. Alright. Sarah doesn’t know anything is wrong, and I need to talk Rachel into enjoying this when I’m not around.
Making his way over to Rachel, he sets his fingertips against her temples, and she immediately heaved a sigh of relaxation. Her eyes fluttered shut and a content little smile crossed her face as she leaned against Michael, her body near-limp in its quick submission to his control.
“Hello again, Rachel.”
“Hello.”
He lowered his hands to her shoulders, gently turning her around to face him. Her head fell forward and her arms hung loosely at her sides. Michael scratched his head. Well, that didn’t take much effort.
“You seem disturbed by something.”
She shifted a little bit, only nodding.
“Care to tell me what it is?”
Rachel shook her head slowly, her hair swaying a little bit in front of her face.
He folded his arms lightly, wanting to hear her admit it. “Tell me what’s bothering you.”
Able to resist the suggestion, she found herself helpless against the command. “I’ve been fantasizing about Sarah, and I spent most of last night masturbating while thinking about her. But I don’t want to have sex with her.”
Michael nodded some, looking to play off her responses. “Why not?”
Shifting slightly, it was clear that she felt uncomfortable talking about it. “I’m not a lesbian. She’s my friend, and I-“
“You don’t have to be a lesbian to have sex with her. It’s not a complete lifestyle change because of one night, you know.”
Rachel had no answer to that, but she just shuffled her feet awkwardly. Michael nodded some. “It’s just being experimental, you know. And even if it was a complete change, what’s to stop you from being bisexual? Or who’s to say you are straight, but Sarah is an exception?”
She didn’t answer either way. Michael smiled some to himself. “Come on, follow me.” He reached out and took her hand, and guided her towards her bedroom.
“Now, then, pretend you were going to get dressed up to go on a date with some guy you’d known for a long time, and you wanted to sleep with him, but he just wasn’t getting the hints. With that sort of mindset, pick out something to wear.”
Several minutes later, Rachel had picked out and was modeling a gauzy blouse and a black, pleated skirt that just barely reached mid-thigh, along with some black stockings and garters. She topped it off with a pair of high-heels that she referred to as the “fuck me” shoes.
Michael chuckled softly, nodding. “Now look at yourself in the mirror.”
She went to the full-length mirror in her room and examined herself for a moment. She blinked slowly, but didn’t say anything.
“Don’t you think you’re attractive?”
She nodded some. “Yes.”
“So, looking at yourself, you could find yourself as sexually attractive?”
Rachel shrugged some, nodding again. “Well… I guess, yeah.”
He walked over and stood over her shoulder. “Well, if you find yourself sexually attractive, as a woman, who’s to say you couldn’t find Sarah sexually attractive?”
She frowned. “That’s different. She isn’t me.”
“Close your eyes.”
She immediately let her eyelids shut.
Michael nodded some. “Now, I want you to let your hands roam over your body, but don’t think of it as you touching yourself – I want you to only focus on how it feels to your hands.” He took a moment to mentally reinforce the idea.
Biting her lip softly, she set her palms against her thighs and started letting her hands glide up her body. She let slip a soft, “Mmm…” as she examined her own body as she never had before.
Michael slid his arms over hers and guided her hands along her body. “See… It feels good, doesn’t it.”
Rachel nodded slowly. “Mm-hmm…”
He smiled softly. “See how those curves are so very enjoyable to follow, how smoothly they flow?”
Smiling along with him, she moaned lightly. “Yeah…”
“It’s a very feminine body… A kind of structure you can only touch by being intimate with another woman… And it feels good, doesn’t it?”
She paused slightly. “But-“
“Just give it a try for tonight. Be intimate with Sarah – she will not think less of you for it, trust me. Just call it experimenting. No harm will come of it.”
Ding-dong. Michael nodded again. “Alright, Rachel… I want you to be comfortable with the idea of bedding Sarah, just for tonight, to see how it feels.”
After a long pause, Rachel finally nodded. “OK.”