Meanwhile, at the monitor room, Misty stares gleefully at Mandy’s sleeping sister.

“We found her when we went to Mandy’s address,” informs Belly Dancer. “She was already asleep; we just placed a chloroform soaked cloth over her mouth while she slept. It was really easy. We decided to dress her in this bikini for fun before bringing her over here.”

Misty grabs a nearby crystal on a string. “Wake her up,” she commands. “Let’s see if this Amanda is as strong-willed as her sister.”

Harem Girl holds up smelling salts to Amanda’s nose, stirring her from her slumber.

“W-where am I?” sleepily asks Amanda. “Why am I wearing this bikini? Is this where my sister was taken?”

“Yes, it is,” confirms Misty. “She’s quite strong-willed.”

“Wha-what did you do to her?” Amanda inquires, futilely trying to free herself from Harem Girl and Belly Dancer’s grasp. “Please let us go.”

“How ‘bout instead, you just look at the crystal?” Misty says, holding the crystal and spinning it before Amanda’s eyes. “Just relax and gaze into the crystal.”

Amanda’s eyes immediately become fixed on the spinning crystal.

“There, that’s a good girl,” coos Misty. “What do you think of my crystal?”

“It’s - so pretty,” replies a mesmerized Amanda.

“I’m hypnotizing you, Amanda,” Misty states, her voice soft and sweet. “Soon I’ll have total control of your mind and you’ll be my slave.”

“No, please,” begs Amanda. “I don’t wanna be your slave. Please let Mandy and me go.”

“You’re getting sleepy,” coaxes Misty. “Your eyes are getting heavy.”

“No, you can’t do this,” Amanda says drowsily, desperately trying to fight it. “You can’t do this to me. I must be like Mandy. I have - to - be - strong like - Mandy.”

“Your breathing is getting heavier,” Misty continues her hypnotic induction. “You can’t take your eyes off the crystal. See how it glitters. The glittering is getting brighter and brighter. It’s so bright now that you find yourself blinking. That’s right. You’re blinking. Blinking. It becomes harder and harder to open your eyes again after each blink. You’re really fighting hard, aren’t you? You want so badly to keep your eyes open. You want so much to be strong like your sister Mandy. But you’re not strong like her, are you? You’re weak and you need to sleep. It’s okay to be weak, Amanda. You can be weak here. It’s okay to give in. It would be so easy to just give in and sleep. You’re so tired, Amanda. You must give in. You must sleep. Sleep. Sleep. Sleep.”

Amanda’s eyes shut and she falls completely under hypnosis. She’s now open to all of Misty’s suggestions. Belly Dancer lets Amanda go into Harem Girl’s grasp. Harem Girl gently rocks Amanda from side to side, soothing her so she’ll be more accepting of Misty’s commands.

“Listen to me, Amanda,” Misty says in a comforting tone. “You no longer have a will of your own. You are in my power now. From now on, you will do my bidding.”

“I will obey,” Amanda responds, completely at Misty’s command.

“You will call me ‘Mistress’ from now on,” Misty commands. “You are my slave.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Amanda says dreamily, her eyes still closed. “I am your slave.”

“That’s a good girl,” coos Misty. “You may open your eyes and awaken now.”

Harem Girl stops rocking Amanda, who, like a good, obedient girl, opens her eyes and says, “How may I serve you, my Mistress?”

“You are to learn how to belly dance,” orders Misty. “So, of course Belly Dancer here will teach you. Go with her.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Amanda subserviently replies.

Belly Dancer takes Amanda by the hand and the two walk off together.

“What now, Mistress?” asks Harem Girl.

“Send three bottles of champagne to Slave Suite 1 where Mandy and Kitten Girl are,” Misty tells her. “Tell them it’s from me, and tell Mandy that the champagne isn’t drugged. She can test it on Kitten Girl if she wants. And whatever you do, don’t tell Mandy that her sister’s my slave - yet.”

“Yes, Mistress,” responds Harem Girl, and then leaves to get the champagne.

“Have you found anything?” Mandy asks Kitten Girl.

“I’m sorry, ma’am, I’ve found nothing,” replies Kitten Girl.

The two girls have been searching all over the suite, trying to find anything that could lead to their, well really Mandy’s, escape.

“There’s really no way out,” comments Mandy, baffled. “No secret panels, no weaknesses in the walls or ceilings, nothing. The only possible way out of the suite is by way of the ventilation system, which is way too small for anything human to fit into. Darn it! I guess we really are stuck here.”

“Um, ma’am?” speaks Kitten Girl. “Does this mean you won’t, um, take it off?”

“You did your best, Kitten Girl,” Mandy says, removing her panties. “Like what you see?”

Kitten Girl happily nods her head and adds, “Can I touch you, ma’am?”

“Well, we’ll see if I have any more work for my slave tonight,” Mandy tells her.

Suddenly the doorbell rings.

“It’s Harem Girl,” states the voice on the intercom. “If you open the panel beside the door, there’s something there for you.”

“Oh, this is just so obviously a trap,” Mandy remarks. “So what, I open the panel and get sprayed with sleeping gas, right?”

“If the Mistress wanted to use sleeping gas, she would’ve sent it in using the vents,” Harem Girl points out. “It’s just champagne.”

“Go open it, Kitten Girl,” Mandy orders.

Kitten Girl opens the panel on the left of the door. Inside is a tray with three chilled bottles of good champagne and two glasses on top of it.

“It really is champagne, ma’am,” Kitten Girl confirms. “Can I please have a kiss?”

Mandy walks up to Kitten Girl and kisses her on the cheek.

“So it’s drugged, huh?” Mandy says suspiciously.

“Mistress Misty said that she wouldn’t use drugs,” Harem Girl informs. “Have Kitten Girl drink some if you don’t trust me.”

“Pour yourself a glass, Kitten Girl,” commands Mandy. “Maybe I’ll give you another kiss later. Maybe even on the lips.”

Kitten Girl opens a bottle, pours champagne into one of the glasses, and takes a drink.

“Mmm, it’s good,” says Kitten Girl. “Makes me feel kind of warm.”

“Oh I get it,” Mandy comments. “Misty wants to try hypnotizing me again after getting me drunk.”

“The Mistress said she won’t use drugs,” repeats Harem Girl. “And that includes alcohol.”

“Well, okay,” says Mandy, lowering her guard. “It’s not like getting me drunk would make me any more susceptible to mind control anyway. Kitten Girl, place the two unopened bottles in the fridge and the one you opened on the table. I suppose you can tell Misty that I said ‘thanks,’ I guess.”

“I’ll do that,” Harem Girl says from the intercom. “Enjoy.”

Harem Girl leaves and Mandy walks over to and sits right on the table. Kitten Girl sits in one of the chairs by the table. Mandy picks up the bottle and Kitten Girl’s glass and pours her another drink. While handing the drink to Kitten Girl, Mandy leans in and kisses Kitten Girl on the forehead, making her blush.

“That’s for being so obedient,” Mandy tells her, and then kisses her on the lips. “And that’s just for the heck of it. You like me sitting up here on the table, don’t you? Gives you something to look at while you’re drinking.”

Mandy winks at Kitten Girl, making her blush some more. Kitten Girl downs the drink and hiccups once after finishing it.

“Y-you’re so attractive, ma’am,” Kitten Girl says, her speech starting to slur. “Such, um, a sexy body.”

Mandy giggles. “You really can’t handle alcohol, can you?”

“S’spose not,” Kitten Girl responds, downing another drink. “But it tastes so good.” She sighs happily. “And it makes me feel warm.”

“How old are you?” Mandy asks, taking a drink herself.

“S-sixteen,” Kitten Girl states, trying to keep her composure.

“Oh, dear, you shouldn’t be drinking,” Mandy jokingly remarks, and then picks up the champagne bottle and holds it to Kitten Girl’s lips.

Kitten Girl eagerly chugs down the champagne.

“That’s right, keep guzzling,” Mandy tells her.

Nearly half the bottle is empty when Mandy takes it away from Kitten Girl’s mouth. Kitten Girl is really drunk now. One can almost see the stars spinning around her dizzy head. Mandy slides herself off of the table and into Kitten Girl’s lap. She takes a healthy drink herself from the bottle and then makes Kitten Girl take another big drink.

“So how’s it feel having a naked girl sitting in your lap getting you wicked drunk?” Mandy asks her.

Kitten Girl licks her lips and responds saying, “It feels so good. Will you kiss me, please?”

Mandy takes another drink from the bottle. Now, Mandy is almost as drunk as Kitten Girl and the bottle is almost empty.

“Y’know, I don’t like girls,” Mandy states. “But you’re lookin’ awfully cute right now. Aw what the heck.”

Mandy pours the remaining champagne into her mouth, but doesn’t swallow it. With her mouth full of champagne, Mandy leans in and kisses Kitten Girl on the lips. Both girls open their mouths and Mandy lets the champagne pour from her lips into Kitten Girl’s. Kitten Girl swallows the champagne, rendering her good and glazed. The girls then French kiss for a few seconds.

“Oh, boy, am I wasted!” cheerfully affirms Mandy. “This is like the time at that party when someone bet me I wouldn’t make out with my sister.”

“You made out with your sister?” asks a giggling Kitten Girl.

“Well, yeah, but me and my sister made twenty dollars from the bet,” Mandy drunkenly points out.

The two girls laugh, practically falling over each other. Then they pause and Mandy and Kitten Girl get a good look at each other. Mandy starts to trace her forefinger up and down Kitten Girl’s arm.

“You know what?” Mandy asks hypothetically. “You are such a cutie.” Mandy now traces her forefinger down Kitten Girl’s face. “Why don’t you grab another bottle and sit with me on the bed?”

Kitten Girl takes another bottle from the fridge, opens it, and she and Mandy sit on the bed together.

“Okay, Kitten Girl,” Mandy says, now holding the champagne bottle. “You’re my slave, right? I mean, you’d do anything for this body, wouldn’t you?”

“Mmm, yes, ma’am,” Kitten Girl replies drunkenly yet sincerely. “How may I serve you?”

Mandy holds the bottle to Kitten Girl’s lips again, making her take long drinks.

“You’re pretty out of it, huh?” Mandy comments.

“Mm hm,” Kitten Girl moans out.

“Okay, as my slave, this is what I want you to do,” says Mandy, pouring champagne down her own nubile breasts. “Lick the champagne off my body.”

“I will obey,” Kitten Girl happily affirms, leaning in and gently running her tongue over Mandy’s breasts.

Kitten Girl licks champagne everywhere she finds it on Mandy’s body. Mandy is grinning like a Cheshire cat at this moment, and constantly pours champagne over various areas of her body. Down her back, her stomach, in her bellybutton, down her legs, over her breasts again, only to have Kitten Girl obediently run her smooth, soft tongue over every area of Mandy’s body that has champagne on it.

In the monitor room, Misty watches with Harem Girl.

“Wow, the champagne really loosened her up,” comments Harem Girl. “Just being drunk can’t actually do that, can it?”

“Well, I suppose it varies from person to person,” says Misty. “I will confess, however, that I do put a mild aphrodisiac in the champagne I keep stored. That certainly speeds things up.”

“Didn’t you say you wouldn’t use drugs?” inquires Harem Girl.

“Don’t question me,” Misty orders.

Harem Girl meekly apologizes.

“It’s okay,” Misty says. “What I said was that I wouldn’t use drugs to brainwash her. This is different. I just wanted these two get closer. Look at them.”

The girls look at the monitor, which now displays Mandy removing Kitten Girl’s bra and panties.

“She’s gonna regret that in the morning,” Misty remarks.

Mandy and Kitten Girl are kneeling on the bed now, both naked and giggling. Mandy is even kind enough to remove Kitten Girl’s collar.

“I totally can’t believe I’m doing this!” comments a giggling Mandy.

Kitten Girl leans in to kiss Mandy.

“Wait, hold it, hold it,” Mandy says. “Let me ask you something: what’s it like to be brainwashed?”

“Ummm, I don’t know,” Kitten Girl replies and then giggles some more. “It’s, like, I don’t know. I just look at something and then I wanna obey, you know?”

“Oh, yeah?” remarks Mandy. “Well, I wanna hypnotize my slave.”

Mandy looks around the room and takes notice of a chandelier with several small crystal-like objects hanging off of it. She walks over and takes one of the chandelier crystals and then hops back onto the bed.

“Okay, slave,” says Mandy, dangling the crystal object in front of Kitten Girl’s eyes. “You are getting sleepy.” Mandy snickers a bit and then stops herself. “You are in my power.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Kitten Girl replies dreamily. “I am in your power.”

“Oh, wow, this is actually working,” Mandy comments. “Okay, Kitten Girl, when I snap my fingers you will get off the bed and dance for me. A nice slow, sensual dance.”

Mandy snaps her fingers. Kitten Girl gets off the bed and sways her hips. She smiles as she places her hands behind her head and curves her body in a sexy rhythm, almost like a stripper.

“You gonna give me a lap dance?” Mandy asks, snickering.

“Yes, ma’am,” Kitten Girl subserviently replies, moving close to Mandy.

Mandy stops her. “It’s okay, I was just kidding. But let’s see if there’s some music you can dance to.”

Mandy gets off the bed, takes the last champagne bottle from the fridge, and checks out the music selection over by the home entertainment centre. Mandy takes occasional drinks from the bottle every now and then while going over the music.

“Hey this music’s all on DVDs,” Mandy points out. “Misty really must have money to burn. Oh, wow, there’s actually snake charming music here!” Mandy stops at one title. “Huh, here’s one that’s belly dancing music. Hey, Kitten Girl, can you belly dance?”

“Yes, ma’am, Belly Dancer taught me,” informs Kitten Girl, still churning her hips.

“’Belly Dancer,’” Mandy muses momentarily. “Was she the one with all that glittery stuff on her costume?”

Kitten Girl nods.

“And who was the other girl?” Mandy asks.

“That was Harem Girl,” Kitten Girl says.

“She kissed me,” Mandy mentions, thinking about the kiss and blushing a bit. “It was hot. Really hot, actually. What is going on with me? First that Harem Girl kisses me better than anyone I’ve ever kissed, then I make you lick champagne off my body. I’ve only liked guys up until now.”

“That’s her talent,” Kitten Girl states. “Harem Girl can satisfy anyone, even people who aren’t into girls.”

“You know, I think you’ve got a bit of that talent yourself,” Mandy says to Kitten Girl. “You're not as good a kisser as Harem Girl, but you’re a pretty close second. Anyway, let’s try this music out.”

Mandy inserts the music DVD into the player. Belly dancing music pipes into the room. Kitten Girl changes her dance to suit the music. She still churns her hips, but this time as a belly dancer and not as a stripper.

“Oh, yeah!” cheers Mandy. “That’s better!”

Mandy moves up to Kitten Girl and places her hands on her slave’s hips. They dance together for a few minutes, their eyes locked. Mandy pulls Kitten Girl closer and closer. They kiss and fall onto the bed. Mandy pours some champagne on Kitten Girl’s tummy.

“Now, I think I’ll lick champagne off of your body,” Mandy comments, gently licking up Kitten Girl’s tummy and around her bellybutton.

Mandy pours champagne all over Kitten Girl’s body, and then she joyfully caresses Kitten Girl with her tongue everywhere the champagne goes. Kitten Girl actually climaxes a few times during this. Soon, the two girls disappear beneath the bed sheets. From the monitor room, all Misty and Harem Girl can see are Mandy and Kitten Girl’s silhouettes under the sheets kissing and caressing each others’ bodies.

Mandy awakes the next afternoon in bed with a sleeping Kitten Girl clinging to her body. All three bottles of champagne are now empty and Mandy has a hangover. She looks over at Kitten Girl.

“Oh no,” she thinks out loud. “I can’t believe I did that with her.”

Mandy looks over on the night stand and notices two pills on it with a note saying, “Take one in case of a hangover.”

“That wasn’t there before,” Mandy comments. “Did they put it there when Kitten Girl and I were asleep? Oh, who cares? I don’t even care if they’re knockout pills, I’ll do anything to get rid of this hangover.”

Mandy takes one of the pills, which works surprisingly fast.

“Wow,” says Mandy. “I’m actually starting to feel better.” She then nudges Kitten Girl. “Hey, sleepyhead, it’s time to wake up.”

Kitten Girl sleepily kisses Mandy’s stomach a few times.

“Oh no,” Mandy says sternly. “We’ll have no more of that.”

Kitten Girl then fully awakens.

“Nnn, my head,” whines Kitten Girl.

“Here, take this,” Mandy says, offering the pill to Kitten Girl.

Kitten Girl downs the pill.

“You feel better?” Mandy asks, genuinely concerned.

“Yeah, I actually do,” Kitten Girl responds. “You were so good to me last night.”

“Look, Kitten Girl,” Mandy begins explaining. “I was pretty out of it last night. Honestly, I feel really embarrassed about what we did. Oh, look, the bed is all sticky from the champagne.”

“Didn’t I make you feel good?” Kitten Girl inquires with a pleading look.

Mandy sighs. “Yes, yes you did. But the thing is, I’m not usually into girls, and looking back, what we did seems, I dunno, it seems ‘creepy’ or something now. Look, it’s nothing personal. You’re very attractive for a girl. I just don’t want to repeat what we did. Let’s just forget about this and take a shower.”

“Together?” playfully queries Kitten Girl.

“No, not together,” replies a grinning Mandy. “You’re bad!”

Just then, the television turns on, the screen displaying the familiar face of Mistress Misty.

“Well, I see you two really enjoyed the champagne I sent you,” Misty says, winking. “There’s a closet beside the bathroom that has fresh bed sheets, by the way. Oh, and I recorded everything you two did last night and have sent out copies all around the harem.”

“You didn’t!” Mandy exclaims.

Misty giggles. “Oh yeah, it’s a popular item. Oh by the way, Kitten Girl?”

“Yes, Mistress?” Kitten Girl responds.

“I think it’s more fun when you don’t like girls but are made to have sex with them anyway,” Misty states, a spiral appearing on the screen. “So that said, look at the spiral, Kitten Girl. Sex with Mandy is no longer like a drug to you. You now find yourself going back to the way you were before I had you locked in the suite with Mandy.”

The spiral disappears and Kitten Girl blinks a few times, coming back out of hypnosis.

“Oh, what did I do?” an embarrassed Kitten Girl whines. “How humiliating! Mandy, I can’t believe I begged you for sex!”

“It’s okay, kiddo,” Mandy says in a comforting tone. “In all fairness, I - I actually did enjoy it. Not that I ever want to do it again.”

Kitten Girl cries.

“She does that a lot, doesn’t she?” Mandy queries.

“Yeah,” replies Misty. “Anyway, I have to go now. So have fun and I’ll see you tonight.”

Misty winks one more time before the television shuts off.

“What does she mean with this ‘I’ll see you tonight’ stuff?” Mandy nervously inquires. “Ah, to heck with it, I’m taking a shower. Kitten Girl, why don’t you change the sheets?”

“Okay,” Kitten Girl replies, pulling the sheets off the bed.

“That’s a good girl,” Mandy tells her.

From then on, the rest of the day is very average. Mandy and Kitten Girl do basic everyday things in the room: watching television, listening to music, eating, drinking (non-alcoholic drinks this time), and playing board games. Misty becomes bored with this fast and makes out with Harem Girl to pass the time. Finally, night time arrives and Mandy and Kitten Girl are getting ready for bed.

“Now, no funny business this time,” Mandy cautions Kitten Girl, getting into bed.

“I won’t,” Kitten Girl promises. “It was the Mistress’s hypnotism that made me act that way before.”

Mandy smiles and turns off the lights. “Okay, then, goodnight.”

Misty and Harem Girl stop kissing each other and watch the monitor.

“This is gonna be fun!” Misty says excitedly.

Misty makes sure the two girls are asleep and then waits about twenty minutes, kissing Harem Girl some more in the meantime. Once Misty is certain that Mandy and Kitten Girl have slept peacefully for at least twenty minutes, she presses a button near the monitor. Suddenly, in Slave Suite 1, bright light floods the room and the nearby home entertainment speakers play very loud marching band music.

“What the-!” shouts Mandy while being jolted from her sleep. “Hey, c’mon! I’m trying to sleep!”

Kitten Girl covers her ears and scrunches her eyes closed. The suite’s door opens and Misty and Harem Girl enter the room and pick up Mandy.

“Okay, Mandy, we’re going back to the hypnosis room,” states Misty. “Kitten Girl, you follow us.”

“Yes, Mistress,” complies a sleepy Kitten Girl.

“Mandy, we’re going to do this every night until you surrender,” Misty tells her while she and Harem Girl carry her out the door.

“Go ahead!” Mandy exclaims. “You’ll still never brainwash me!”

Once again, Mandy is taken to the hypnosis room and strapped into the chair. Once again, Misty tries several methods, including the spiral, the swinging watch, and the spinning crystal, to hypnotize Mandy. And once again, nothing works. Well not on Mandy anyway. Kitten Girl immediately and subserviently succumbs to all methods of hypnosis, as usual, and is practically a robot before the night is over.

“Look, Mandy,” says Misty, pointing to Kitten Girl. “Why can’t you be like her?”

Kitten Girl simply stands in place not saying anything, her eyelids drooping, and her mind completely ready to believe anything Misty tells her.

“I told you, you won’t brainwash me,” states a tired Mandy.

Misty has Mandy and Kitten Girl taken back to the suite. The two girls are sat on the bed and told that if they lie down or fall asleep, the lights and music will come back on to wake them up.

For the next couple of nights, the two girls are taken from the suite and placed in the hypnosis room. Neither of them gets any sleep, for as soon as they lie down or nod off, the lights and music actually do come on to wake them. Kitten Girl always surrenders in the hypnosis room and becomes like a mindless toy. She’ll completely accept anything Misty tells her and follows her instructions without crying or complaining. Mandy, on the other hand, continually fights being hypnotized. One time, she does in fact fall asleep, but once Misty tries to give her a suggestion or a command, she only responds by snoring. She’s only asleep, not hypnotized. Misty immediately wakes her up.

“Why don’t I show you Amanda?” Misty says to Mandy.

Mandy is shocked. “What have you done to my sister!” she demands.

“She’s having a lot of fun with Belly Dancer right now,” states Misty. “Let me show you.”

Mandy is taken to the monitor room and shown camera footage of Amanda with Belly Dancer, who is currently giving her dancing lessons.

Misty picks a microphone and says, “Hey, Belly Dancer.”

“Yes, Mistress?” replies Belly Dancer.

“I have Mandy here,” Misty confirms. “She can see everything. Why don’t you and Amanda fool around a bit?”

“Yes, Mistress,” Belly Dancer happily responds. “Come here, Amanda.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Amanda obediently replies, walking over to Belly Dancer.

Amanda and Belly Dancer embrace and kiss and run their hands over each others’ bodies.

“No!” Mandy says, tears running down her cheeks. “You can’t do this to her!”

“You see?” says Misty. “We have your sister. She’s under my control now.”

“You let her go!” snaps Mandy, and then yields somewhat. “Look, if you let her go, you can do whatever you want with me.”

“I don’t know why you’re being so resistant,” Misty comments. “You can have a good time here. Just give in.”

“Let Amanda go, and I will,” Mandy confirms.

“I want you both,” Misty tells her. “And you know what? I think I’ll take you to the human pendulum room. I have an idea.”

Misty and Harem Girl take Mandy to the human pendulum room with Kitten Girl submissively following them. Inside of the room is a large rope hanging from a slot in the ceiling. There are soft leather and foam restraints dangling from the rope.

“Y-you’re going to torture me?” Mandy nervously inquires.

Kitten Girl, who would normally gasp at the thought of torture, simply stands in place and says nothing.

“No one is going to torture you,” confirms Misty. “We don’t do that here. But it is interesting to know that you’re starting to crack. When we first brought you in here, you would’ve said something like ‘bring it on’ if you thought you were going to be tortured. Face it, sweetie, I’m winning.”

Mandy says nothing to this and only pouts a bit. Misty and Harem Girl remove Mandy’s bra and panties – the only clothes she’s given to wear – and strap the rope’s restraints around her wrists. Mandy’s ankles are then tied to keep her legs together.

“All I want you to do now is fall asleep,” Misty tells Mandy, pouring some chloroform into a handkerchief and then placing the handkerchief over Mandy’s mouth and nose.

Mandy’s eyes gently shut and her head droops forward. Mandy is now asleep. Misty walks over to a button panel on a nearby wall and presses a button. The rope rises, lifting and suspending Mandy off the ground. Misty then presses another button and the rope is gently swung back and forth, slowly swinging Mandy with it.

“Bring me Amanda,” Misty commands Harem Girl.

Harem Girl leaves the room and returns with Amanda about a minute later.

“Is that Mandy?” asks Amanda, watching her sister slowly swing from the rope.

“Yes, Amanda, that’s your sister,” informs Misty. “Come with me.”

Misty takes Amanda and stands her so she’s facing the front of her swaying sister.

“Is she okay?” inquires a concerned Amanda.

“Oh, yeah, she’s fine,” replies Misty. “She’s just sleeping. Anyway, what I’d like you to do is look at her.”

“Just look at her, Mistress?” Amanda asks.

“Yes,” Misty tells her. “Watch her slowly swing back and forth. Look at her naked body. See how shapely her body is. You now find that you can’t take your eyes off her.”

Misty begins to slowly circle Amanda’s bellybutton with her forefinger.

“Look at her face,” Misty continues, almost whispering in Amanda’s ear. “She’s so pretty, isn’t she? Move your eyes lower to her breasts. Then move down to her tummy. Your eyes are now moving to her hips. Then her vagina. Then her thighs. Keep looking down. Right down to her toes. And then start to slowly move your eyes up her body. Starting with her toes. Moving to her ankles. Then her shins. Her knees. Her thighs. Her vagina. Her hips. Her tummy. Her bellybutton. Her chest. Her breasts. Her nipples. Her neck. And finally back to her face. And now, simply look at her entirely. Focus on how sensual she is. How sexy and captivating she is. You want her, don’t you, Amanda?”

“Yes, Mistress,” drones Amanda, deeply hypnotized.

“You want so much to make love to her,” Misty says, conditioning Amanda. “You’ll do anything to have her. And you don’t just want to make love to her, you want to own her. You want to dominate her. You want to make her your love slave.”

“Yes, Mistress,” replies Amanda, now smiling.

“That’s a good girl,” Misty says. “Keep focusing on her body. Watch her smooth, sexy body sway back and forth. You feel drowsy now, Amanda. So drowsy. Sleep, Amanda. Sleep.”

Amanda’s eyes close and her body slumps in Misty’s arms.

“Remember, Amanda,” says Misty, stroking Amanda’s hair. “You want her. You want to make Mandy your love slave.”

Misty has Harem Girl take Amanda back to Belly Dancer with some special instructions. Harem Girl smiles and carries Amanda out of the room over her shoulder. Misty orders Kitten Girl to help her take Mandy off of the human pendulum. Misty uses smelling salts to wake Mandy.

“What happened to me?” inquires Mandy sleepily.

“It’s nothing,” Misty tells her. “Kitten Girl and I will take you back to the suite. Remember, you’re not to fall asleep there. If you do, I’ll turn on the lights and the marching band music to wake you.”

Misty and Kitten Girl take Mandy back to Slave Suite 1. This time, Kitten Girl doesn’t have to stay in the suite as Misty believes she’s had enough brainwashing for the time being.

“Gotta stay awake, Mandy, gotta stay awake,” Mandy tells herself while sitting on the bed in the suite. “She’ll play that annoying music again full blast. She’ll shine those lights in my eyes. Oh, I’m going nuts!”

Mandy falls to her knees and begins to cry, but stops herself.

“No, Mandy!” she chastises herself. “That’s what she wants. You have to be strong. Be strong.”

Meanwhile, Misty is talking to Belly Dancer about Amanda’s belly dancing lessons.

“So how’s she coming along?” asks Misty.

“Very well, Mistress,” Belly Dancer responds enthusiastically. “She’s quite a natural.”

“Good,” says Misty. “Do you have a belly dancing costume for her?”

“Oh, yes,” Belly Dancer replies. “A nice sparkly one.”

“Perfect,” Misty comments. “Have her put it on. Hopefully my plan will work.”

Not too much later, Mandy is dragged out of the suite again by Misty and Belly Dancer and taken back to the hypnosis room. The motorized spiral has been removed and a large curtain has been placed in its stead. The still naked Mandy is once again strapped into the chair.

“You just sit here behind the curtain,” Misty says to Mandy. “We have a surprise for you.”

Mandy sits strapped into the chair for a couple of minutes. The curtain is then pulled back and from behind it steps Amanda wearing a trench coat.

“Hello, Mandy,” says Amanda. “The Mistress tells me you’re being wilful and resistant. I’m here to cure you of this.”

Amanda removes her trench coat, revealing a skimpy belly dancer’s costume underneath.

“You will learn to be obedient for the Mistress,” Amanda tells Mandy.

Tears well up in Mandy’s eyes. “No!” she sobs. “What did they do to you, Amanda?”

“Just give in,” Amanda states soothingly. “I’m going to dance for you, Mandy. Pay close attention to the way I dance.”

Belly dancing music starts up seemingly from nowhere. Amanda raises her arms and begins to churn her hips. Tears roll down Mandy’s cheeks, her will is nearly broken.

“Don’t cry,” Amanda says sweetly. “Just watch my body. Watch my hips swivel.”

“Please don’t do this to me,” begs Mandy.

“Just surrender,” coos Amanda, still slowly swivelling her hips. “Start by focusing on my bellybutton. Watch how it moves when I churn my hips. Take nice deep, slow breaths, Mandy. That’s right. Now I want you to focus on my hips. Notice what I’m wearing around my hips. Notice how colourful it is and how it glitters. Listen closely to my voice and to the rhythmic music playing. All you can hear now is my voice and the endless rhythm of the music.”

Mandy’s eyes continuously blink more and more, and her breathing is getting heavier with each passing second. She looks as though she is trying to fight Amanda’s induction, but is steadily losing.

“Slowly move your eyes up to my breasts,” commands Amanda. “Move your eyes up and down my cleavage. Look at the bra I’m wearing. Notice how the shiny thin strands of fabric dangle from it. Move your eyes down again to my tummy. Move down a bit lower to my hips. Then down even lower to my thighs. And now move your eyes up again. And when you get to my cleavage, slowly move your eyes down again until you reach my thighs. Then look up my body again. Then down my body again.”

After doing this, Mandy’s eyes are half-closed and her mouth is hanging open a bit. She’s lost. Mandy belongs to Amanda now.

“All you can see now is me dancing,” Amanda tells Mandy. “You can’t take your eyes off my body. You’re completely focused on the way my skimpy costume glitters. The way my hips sway and swivel. The way my breasts bounce. And now you’re completely under my control. My costume glitters so brightly now. So brightly that you have to blink and blink. Your eyes get heavier every time you blink. Your eyes are so heavy now. Sooo heavy. You find it impossible to keep them open.”

Mandy’s eyes close.

“That’s right,” Amanda coaxes, ending her dance. “From now on, you’re going to be a good girl and totally obey my every word. And seeing as I belong to Mistress Misty, you now belong to her too. Isn’t that right, Mandy?”

Mandy gulps, tears still rolling down her cheeks. “Please. I - I don’t mean to be disrespectful, but please don’t turn me into a slave.”

“Be a good girl and obey me,” Amanda commands. “You are to be one of Mistress Misty’s playthings as well as my love slave.”

“Please,” begs Mandy. “I’m a good girl, but I don’t wanna be your love slave. I’m sorry.”

“Open your eyes,” orders Amanda in a slightly firmer tone.

Mandy’s eyes open. Amanda walks over to Mandy. She straddles her sister’s lap, places her hands on the sides of her head, and makes eye contact with her.

“Look deeply into my eyes, Mandy,” says Amanda. “You’re now going so much deeper into hypnosis. Deeper. Deeper. You now have no will. Your mind is a completely blank slate. You will now accept any commands I give you, is that clear?”

“Yes,” Mandy states blankly.

“Yes, what?” queries Amanda.

“Yes, ma’am,” Mandy replies.

“Good girl,” comments Amanda. “You like it when I call you a ‘good girl,’ don’t you?”

“Yes, ma’am,” responds Mandy, smiling this time.

“I now dominate you,” Amanda commands. “You are now my love slave.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Mandy submissively replies.

“I belong to Mistress Misty,” confirms Amanda. “And now so do you.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Mandy submissively replies.

“At times when you are not under hypnosis,” Amanda explains. “You will fall back into a trance and become my love slave again whenever I show you my body. Do you understand?”

And once more, Mandy submissively replies with “Yes, ma’am.”

“That’s a good girl,” Amanda tells her condescendingly.

Mandy blushes.

“Now I want you to go back to sleep,” Amanda orders.

Mandy’s eyes close and her head and body slump in the chair. The music stops and Misty walks into the room.

“Good job,” Misty tells Amanda, placing a hand on her shoulder.

Kitten Girl, Harem Girl, and Belly Dancer pull down the curtain. Misty walks over to Kitten Girl and slides her arm around her slave’s waist.

“So what do you think, Kitten Girl?” Misty says to her. “We finally have Mandy.”

“I like what the Mistress likes,” Kitten Girl states in monotone.

“Golly, you’re boring now,” Misty tells her. “Look into my eyes, Kitten Girl.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Kitten Girl replies, making eye contact with her Mistress.

“You are going into a hypnotic trance,” says Misty. “You are open to all my suggestions. You are now just the way you were before I used sleep deprivation on you and Mandy. Before I overdid it brainwashing you. You’re not a robot anymore. You’re back to being a plaything. Back to being a weak-willed girl who begs and whines but still easily succumbs to hypnotic conditioning. Back to being a good, obedient girl who wishes she wasn’t so obedient. You’re a lot more fun that way. You can now come out of your trance, Kitten Girl.”

Kitten Girl blinks and shakes her head a bit. “Wha-what happened to me?”

“You really folded when I used sleep deprivation,” states Misty. “You pretty much became a robot the first night. Mandy was resistant, but over time we eventually got her.”

Misty points to Mandy sitting in the chair, now a subservient slave.

“Oh,” Kitten Girl remarks disappointedly. “I guess even she wasn’t strong enough. That poor girl.”

From then on, Mandy is a completely obedient slave to Misty. She is now scantily clad in a skimpy harem slave costume all the time. Amanda always wears a trench coat now. She hides her body from Mandy, except when she’s ready to use her for sex. Amanda completely dominates Mandy, with the only minor exception being when Mandy occasionally begs her not to be used for sex.

“Please, Amanda,” begs Mandy. “We’re sisters. We look just like each other. I’ll do whatever you say, but please don’t make me have sex with you. Please.”

Amanda looks smugly at her sister. “I think you need to be disciplined,” she remarks, opening her trench coat.

Underneath the coat, Amanda is completely naked and wearing body glitter on her breasts, stomach, and thighs. She gently sways her hips, activating the posthypnotic trigger she had implanted in Mandy’s mind. Mandy falls to her knees, gazing at Amanda’s swaying hips and submitting to her will.

“You are under my control, Mandy,” commands a grinning Amanda. “You are my love slave.”

“I am your love slave,” Mandy drones. “I will obey you, ma’am.”

Amanda embraces Mandy and kisses her. They kiss and fondle for several minutes before Amanda removes Mandy’s harem slave costume. Amanda then guides Mandy’s head down between her thighs.

“You know what to do, slave,” orders Amanda.

Mandy obediently licks Amanda, giving her pleasure.

“Yeah, that’s right,” says Amanda, her hand on the back of Mandy’s head. “You know, I saw the recording of you with Kitten Girl. I think I’d like you to lick champagne off of my body. Maybe we’ll do that later.”

Mandy pleasures Amanda until she climaxes. Mandy kisses Amanda’s stomach and breasts afterward.

“That’s a good girl,” Amanda says condescendingly to her sister. “I think I’d also like to have you and Kitten Girl in a three-way. Maybe tonight.”

Night rolls around. Amanda and Mandy find Kitten Girl and Mistress Misty kneeling together on a large, fluffy bed. Both girls are completely naked, except for Kitten Girl, who is still wearing the cat collar.

“You’re such a good little kitten,” Misty softly tells Kitten Girl while stroking the side of her face.

“Please, Mistress,” begs Kitten Girl, her voice soft and weak. “You know I don’t like girls. Do I really have to-?”

“Obey me, Kitten Girl,” commands Misty, holding up a dangling locket.

Tears run down Kitten Girl’s face as she submissively stares at the locket. Kitten Girl has no choice now. All she can do is obey. Kitten Girl gives Misty butterfly kisses all over her face. Misty blushes, her eyes are closed, her expression is blissful. The twins enter the room. Kitten Girl is now butterfly kissing Misty’s breasts and stomach. Misty lies down and stretches herself out on the bed. Kitten Girl softly kisses down her stomach and thighs. Soon Kitten Girl kisses Misty between her thighs. She keeps kissing Misty there. Kitten Girl keeps kissing and kissing. Her lips are soft and moist. Misty moans slightly as Kitten Girl pleasures her. Misty climaxes and then cuddles Kitten Girl close to her.

“Mistress Misty?” requests Amanda.

“Were you watching the entire time?” asks Misty.

“Yes, Mistress,” Amanda replies, blushing.

“It’s hot when someone watches,” Misty remarks, running her hand up and down Kitten Girl’s back. “Especially when it’s a couple of nymphs who are watching.”

“Could we borrow Kitten Girl?” Amanda asks. “And can we have a couple of bottles of champagne?”

“Please, ma’am,” Mandy pleads to Amanda. “Please don’t make me do that again. I feel so humiliated after the last time.”

“It’s sexy when slaves beg, isn’t it, Amanda?” Misty points out.

“Yes, Mistress,” Amanda says in agreement. “It’s even hotter knowing that they’re completely helpless and will have to obey you no matter what.”

“Maybe I should have Mandy call you ‘Mistress’ from now on,” kids Misty. “‘Mistress Amanda.’ That sounds pretty cool.”

Amanda smiles and then opens her coat a bit, partially showing her naked body to Mandy. She sways her hips slightly, allowing the light in the room to glint off her body glitter a bit. Mandy immediately falls under hypnosis as she stares at Amanda’s body.

“I-I’m compelled to obey you, ma’am,” Mandy compliantly says to Amanda.

Misty takes a bottle of champagne from a nearby fridge. She walks over to the twins and slowly pours champagne over Amanda’s breasts. Amanda giggles as she commands Mandy to lick the champagne off. With a sad look in her eyes, Mandy submits and slathers her tongue over her sister’s bare chest. Misty calls for her favourite slaves to come up to her room. Harem Girl, Belly Dancer, Mayaka, Michelle, Hilary Hart, the Charmer, and Serpent Girl show up. The girls engage in group sex while getting drunk off the champagne that Misty generously provides. The “party” goes on for around eight hours before most of the girls become exhausted.

Mandy snuggles up next to Kitten Girl, placing her arm around her shoulder, and says, “You know, I’m sorry I wanted us to forget what we did in the suite. You made me feel really good.”

“Thanks, Mandy,” Kitten Girl replies, smiling. “You made me feel good, too. It was one of my better experiences here.”

Mandy gently bites her lower lip. “Could you?” she says, trying to get the words to come out. “Could you kiss me?”

Kitten Girl kisses Mandy. The two girls embrace each other and French kiss for several seconds. As they pull away after the kiss, Mandy gently licks Kitten Girl’s lips one more time.

“I’m sorry I was so mean to you before,” Mandy tells her earnestly.

“It’s okay,” Kitten Girl replies, just as earnest. “We’re both slaves now, huh?”

“Yeah,” says Mandy. “It’s weird. I don’t like having to submit. I try to fight it, but as soon as Amanda takes off that coat, that’s it. My mind goes blank and I have no will of my own anymore. I’m hers. Sitting here with you makes me feel better.”

“Thanks,” responds Kitten Girl, hugging Mandy. “I feel a lot better with you too.”

They kiss again. Mandy runs her hands down Kitten Girl’s body and softly touches her nether regions. Kitten Girl blushes as she’s made moist by Mandy’s touch. Mandy keeps one hand down below Kitten Girl’s stomach and places her other hand on the side of Kitten Girl’s face. She kisses Kitten Girl’s cheek and continues pleasuring her. She makes Kitten Girl climax and then Mandy traces her bellybutton with her forefinger. Most of the girls in the room have gone to sleep by now. Kitten Girl and Mandy slowly fall asleep in each others’ arms. They’re slaves, yes, but for now they’re happy slaves.