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Professor Beck to the Rescue: A Sequel to the Smokey Seduction of Sarah

Professor Beck to the Rescue: A Sequel to the Smokey Seduction of Sarah
By Dor01 and The Flying Pen
 

Prologue

Prologue
Several weeks had passed since Sarah had been transformed into Gill’s twin. Even though Sarah had no conscious memory of her old life as an executive, she would wake up in the middle of the night after having dreams she didn’t understand, dreams of giving people orders, dreams of being in charge, dreams of being intelligent. Gill had promptly moved Sarah into her apartment. At first, it was so she could keep a close eye on her to make sure the effects of the drugs and the hypnosis didn’t start to fade. After a few days and nights of living out her fantasy, Gill knew the new living arrangement would have to be made permanent, and so Sarah and Gill started living together.
John had erased most of the proof Sarah had ever existed at her old company. He had removed all the files and documents with her name, replacing them with fakes. He had also spread rumors that Sarah had been fired for embezzling and that the company wanted to talk to anybody who knew her, so Sarah became a taboo subject in the office. John had some influence over a few of the company’s board members and he used it to make sure Sarah’s disappearance went unquestioned. Gill had paid John over eighty-five grand and let him use the modified Sarah to live out his sexual fantasies, but he had other jobs to do.
After an all-night, three-person, going-away party, Gill drove the happily exhausted John to the airport. Before leaving, he took Gill aside and warned her she needed to keep a close eye on Sarah, “Her intelligence might try to resurface and if it does, Sarah with her old intelligence and her new personality could be dangerous,” John smiled. “Don’t leave her alone for long. Not for a few more weeks, anyway.”
Gill gave John a kiss. “Don’t worry, I won’t let her out of my sight.”
“It was a pleasure doing business with you,” John smirked. Almost everything was going as Gill had planned. Sarah was completely under her control, over twenty women were unknowingly working for her as prostitutes, and although not planned, her on-again, off-again boyfriend Mitch had moved back into town. She was happy.
Mitch knew all about Gill’s beauty salon brainwashing operation. She would lure young, unattached college coeds into her salon for a free facial and then drug and hypnotize them into becoming prostitutes. The women would only be used by Gill for a few weeks at a time; that way, no one would notice any unusual behavior. He liked the idea so much he thought Gill should start a chain of salons, one in every major city in the state. Mitch didn’t yet know about Sarah’s transformation.
The only problem in Gill’s life was Dr. Joan Beck, professor of psychology. Professor Beck had noticed that the grades of a few of her female students had dropped dramatically. Typically, a temporary drop in grades would not be a cause for alarm, but one of the students was the professor’s daughter, Brenda Carter. The professor used her maiden name in her professional life, and had stopped using her ex-husband’s name socially after the divorce. When Brenda started attending Mayfield College, she wanted to be judged on her own merits, not because of who her mother was, so she kept her father’s last name.
Gill found out the professor was asking her girls a lot of questions and why she was asking them. She was furious at herself for being so careless, but told Sarah it was all her fault and that if she wasn’t so stupid, they wouldn’t have a problem with the professor. Gill took advantage of every chance to humiliate and demoralize her sister. Her control over Sarah was so strong that each time Gill put her down, Sarah would become even less intelligent and even more willing to let Gill do all of her thinking for her.

The Beauty Salon
Professor Beck had talked to the women and had even followed her daughter, discovering all the young women had two things in common: one, none of them understood why their grades had dropped, and two, they had started going to the same beauty salon. She decided to confront her daughter and called Brenda into her office after the last class of the day. “Brenda, if you can’t tell me why your grades have dropped, then at least tell me what’s so great about this beauty salon you’ve started going to.”
Brenda’s mind went blank for a second as her programming kicked in. “Oh that, that’s nothing. I pass out fliers for them and they give me free facials.”
Professor Beck looked at her daughter and thought for a second. “What’s the flier say?”
Brenda had been given a special flier just in case her mother started to meddle. “Here, I have one in my purse.” She handed it to her mother.
The professor read, “Transformations—let’s get acquainted special. Free facial shampoo when you bring in this ad. By appointment only. Old establishment, new location. Now in the University Plaza. Phone 555-5309.” She put it on the desk. “May I keep this?”
Brenda smiled, “Sure. When you make the appointment, tell them I sent you so I’ll get the credit. Or better yet, I’ll go with you.”
Professor Beck thought it odd Brenda wanted to go with her. She decided she would go to the salon, but she wasn’t going to let them know who she was, and wouldn’t let Brenda know she was going. “Ok honey, I’ll think about it and I’ll let you know.” Brenda left her mother’s office satisfied she’d obeyed her orders.
Gill was not overly concerned with the professor’s inquiries. She thought she’d covered her tracks well. She was using a different batch of women now, and all the women the professor was worrying about would be back to normal. Gill had programmed Brenda to keep her informed of her mother’s activities and if necessary, she would help set a trap to enslave her mother. Gill was so confident she was going to leave Sarah in charge while she and Mitch went out of town for a long weekend.
Sarah was afraid she couldn’t handle the salon by herself. “Gill, it’s too hard for me to run this place without you. I’m just not smart enough.” Sarah moved close and started rubbing Gill’s pussy. “Please don’t leave me, Gill. I’ll make you feel real good.”
While Gill was extremely pleased with Sarah’s transformation from a once-brilliant businesswoman to a dimwitted slut, right now she had to make an adjustment. “Sarah, listen to me.” She put her hands on Sarah’s shoulders. “Sarah, look into my eyes.” Sarah’s face lost all expression, and she went into trance as she’d been programmed. “That’s good, Sarah. Look deeper into my eyes and obey me.”
“Obey… you…”
“Sarah, when you need it, you have the intelligence to run the shop while I’m gone.” Because of the professor’s inquiries, Gill had temporarily stopped any enslaved woman from coming to the salon. Sarah would only have a few regular customers.
“Intelligence to run the shop,” Sarah repeated.
“Good girl, Sarah. Now close your eyes, and when I tell you to open them, you will not remember what just happened. You will just carry out my instructions.” She brought Sarah out of trance.
Sarah giggled, “I musta spaced out, Gill. I’m sorry. What were we talking about?”
Gill laughed, “You said you could run the salon while I was gone.”
“Oh, oh yeah, I can run the place for a couple of days, at least I think so.”
Gill turned Sarah towards the cash register. “Come on. I’ll show you what you have to know.”
A few days later, Gill was off with Mitch having a wonderful time and waiting for just the right moment to tell him what she had done to her sister. Mitch and Sarah had met a few times. He thought she was a smart-assed bitch, and she thought he was a criminal. Gill ultimately decided she would surprise him when they got home. What guy wouldn’t want a three-way with identical twins?
Meanwhile, the professor had been doing a little detective work on the beauty salon. At first, she had thought she would drive by a few times a day and report any unusual activities to the police. After a few days, she saw nothing unusual; in fact, there was almost no activity at all. Then she parked across the street from the shop and watched, and still she saw very little activity. She was going to let the whole matter drop but then overheard her daughter call and give someone a minute-by-minute report of her daily schedule! Brenda would never do anything like that unless she was being coerced somehow! Professor Beck was now on a mission—she was going to get to the bottom of whatever was going on.
It was Saturday afternoon. Sarah had been running the shop on her own for three days, and everything had gone quite well. She had even surprised herself. The few times problems that would have normally baffled her arose, she knew exactly how to solve them. Sarah had finished with her last customer of the day, Pamela Johns, the chief of police’s wife, and Gill’s main source of information on police activities. Sarah had given her a trim and regular shampoo since Gill had told her there was no need to control anybody while she was gone unless it was an emergency.
The professor had been watching the salon all morning and noticed there wasn’t much business for a Saturday. When she saw a customer leave and the beautician start to sweep the floor, she thought this was her best chance to talk to the hairdresser alone.
Sarah had just finished sweeping and realized she hadn’t put up the “Closed” sign when a short woman with shoulder length hair came in. “Sorry ma’am, we’re closed,” she apologized.
“Oh no! Please you’ve got to help me. It won’t take you long.” Professor Beck needed to get the woman to talk to her.
“Well, I don’t know. We close early on Saturday if we don’t have any appointments on the books.” Since Gill had planned to be out of town, she hadn’t booked anyone for Saturday afternoon, so Sarah didn’t have anything to do. This would be something. Besides, it was better than going home to the empty apartment and masturbating. I am so horny, but I don’t know if I can do that all the time until Gill gets back. “OK, I’ll help. What do you need?”
The professor smiled, “Oh, thank you! I have a very important meeting this afternoon and my hair is a mess. I need it trimmed and shampooed.”
Sarah looked at the woman’s hair. “Hmm, it could use a little trim,” she agreed, and guided the woman to the hair washing station. “Have a seat, sweetie.” Sarah put the apron over the woman, leaned the chair back, and turned on the water. “Is the temperature OK?”
“Yes, it’s fine,” Professor Beck smiled. She wanted to see what she could find out from small talk. “You seem to be in a nice location. Do you do a lot of business here?”
“Ah, yeah I guess.” Sarah wasn’t paying attention to what her customer was saying. She was looking for the normal shampoo. Two bottles of shampoo sat over each sink: one was filled with normal shampoo, while the other was laced with the mind-controlling drugs Gill used on the students.
Professor Beck was hoping to catch Sarah off guard and now was her chance. She pulled a large blue crystal from her pocket, and held it up from under the apron, letting it swing from its gold chain. “Miss, do you think this is too gaudy for a job interview?”
Sarah turned her head and looked at the stone. “Oh, it’s very pretty.” She couldn’t help but notice the way the light sparkled off the crystal.
“Do you think it’s too big?” Joan made sure the stone made gentle passes back and forth in front of Sarah’s eyes.
“No, I think it’s very pretty.” Sarah started to get the shampoo, but couldn’t stop looking at the crystal.
“How about the color? Do you like the blue?” the professor asked as she swung the gem closer to Sarah’s face. “See how it sparkles? I think it’s like watching a blue fire. Do you see?”
“Yes, I see the blue,” Sarah quietly said, her mind fogging quickly.
“Look deeper. Do you see the blue fire?” Professor Beck had used the crystal many times to demonstrate hypnosis in her psychology classes, but she had never used it on an unwitting subject before.
Sarah looked closer at the gem. “Blue fire?” It was hard to think.
Joan knew Sarah was slipping into trance. “Look closer, concentrate on the crystal. See the blue flame?”
Sarah’s eyes were glued to the crystal. “Concentrate… blue flame…” she softly repeated.
“Let everything else just melt away and concentrate on the blue flame.” The professor was confident she would have no problem getting the answers she wanted once this hairdresser was in a deep state of hypnosis.
Sarah realized she was being hypnotized, but Gill had made her so weak-willed she was almost totally helpless to resist. She tried to stop looking at the crystal, but couldn’t.
Sarah was in the final stages of being entranced, and then the professor could start interrogating her. “Watch the crystal and listen to my voice.”
In a desperate attempt to do something, Sarah grabbed a bottle of shampoo, hoping it was the one laced with drugs, squeezed a large mass of it onto her customer’s head, and attempted to massage it into her scalp.
The professor felt a tingle from the shampoo but thought nothing of it. “Watch the gem. Look deep into the center of the gem.” Sarah froze, eyes glued on the crystal. “Turn off the water and then walk around in front of me.” Professor Beck pulled the lever to sit upright in the chair while Sarah did as she was told. “Now, sit on that stool and face me.” Sarah again did as she was told. “Just relax and continue to watch the crystal.” The tingling feeling from the shampoo seemed to be growing stronger but the professor ignored it, focused on getting the answers she wanted.
Sarah continued to watch the gem. All thoughts of resisting had faded away, and she was defenseless.
“You feel very comfortable and relaxed. You feel safe and you trust me,” said Professor Beck, feeling more relaxed herself. “You trust me and you feel safe telling me anything. You will answer all of my questions honestly and accurately. Do you understand?”
Sarah looked at the gem with a vacant smile, and softly replied, “Yes, I understand. I will answer your questions.”
“Good. Now, let’s get started.” Professor Beck was relieved, but surprised at how easy it was to induce trance. Sarah had shown very little resistance. She was confident that soon she would have all the evidence she needed to prove to the authorities something illegal was going on at the salon. “What is your name?”
Sarah answered, “Sarah Miller,” with her vacant smile still in place.
The professor first needed to find out if Sarah had accomplices. She didn’t want to be caught by one. “Sarah, do you run this place by yourself?”
“No, my sister owns the salon.”
“Where is your sister now?” the professor demanded as she started to get out of the chair.
“She’s out of town with her boyfriend.”
The professor sat back down and relaxed, now unconcerned about being interrupted. “Good. So we can sit here and chat and not worry about being interrupted?”
Sarah shook her head no, with her eyes still fixed on the crystal. “We don’t have to worry.”
Professor Beck was starting to feel relaxed… very relaxed. “Good. Sarah, tell me about your sister.”
“My sister… she’s, she’s… My sister is a warm and caring person who I love very much.” Sarah wanted to tell this woman her real feelings for her sister, the feelings she still had deep in her subconscious, but Gill’s programming was too powerful.
Something wasn’t right with Sarah’s answer. The professor realized she needed to send Sarah deeper into trance to get at whatever was the problem. “Sarah, look deep into the crystal… look at how beautiful it is. Concentrate on its center; look deeper into its center.” Sarah looked more intently into the gem. “The more you concentrate on the crystal, the more irresistible my voice becomes. Open your mind to my voice.” She couldn’t understand why Sarah had been so easily hypnotized, but was trying to fight it now. “Open your mind to my voice; tell me your deepest thoughts about your sister.” The professor was feeling so relaxed herself she almost felt like going to go to sleep.
Suddenly, Sarah felt strange, as if she could say anything without fear of Gill’s wrath. “My sister is an evil manipulative bitch who uses hypnosis and mind-altering drugs to transform people into her slaves.”
That was what the professor had feared. “Has she done something to my daughter and some of the other women at the college?” she cried. She was now very worried about what they had done to Brenda and her other students.
“Your daughter?” Sarah timidly asked, confused.
“Yes! My daughter, Brenda Carter. What have you done to my daughter?” the professor demanded. If Sarah’s sister was as evil as Sarah had said, Brenda’s personality might have been permanently damaged.
Even in such a deep trance, Sarah was able to realize her customer was Professor Beck. While Gill had talked to Sarah about the professor being a problem and had devised a plan to stop her, she hadn’t told Sarah the plan or given her the intelligence to carry it out. Ironically, the complete control Gill had over Sarah had made it extremely easy for anyone to hypnotize her. There was no way Sarah could resist being hypnotized by the professor. “We turned Brenda into a slave weeks ago,” Sarah began. “Then Gill found out about Brenda’s mom—ah—you—and we stopped using the girls.” Sarah felt so free and open she was more than willing to tell Joan everything about the salon.
Joan’s mind wandered, and she noticed her scalp was really starting to tingle. “You need to rinse this stuff out of my hair.”
Sarah got up, leaned Joan back down in the chair, and started rinsing her hair.
The warm water relaxed the professor even more. “Mmm, that feels good. Now Sarah, what do you do to the girls to make them your slaves?” She had enough information to take to the police, but she wanted to know exactly what they did to Brenda and the other women so she could reverse it.
Sarah continued rinsing Joan’s hair, but some of the shampoo had dried, so she applied more and started massaging it in. “First, we drug the girls, then we hypnotize them, and then after a few more visits, they are totally under our control.” Sarah’s eyes had never left the crystal.
The professor was finding it harder and harder to think straight, but she wanted more information. “Why do you do this to innocent young women?”
“My sister made me. At first I hated what we were doing, but then she changed me,” Sarah smiled, as if she was having a happy memory. She continued massaging the drug-laced shampoo into Joan’s scalp.
Now the professor was really starting to feel the effects of the shampoo. She felt very relaxed, and when Sarah spoke, the woman’s words seemed to boom into her mind. “I don’t believe that,” she slurred. “You can’t change someone’s personality that fast.” She didn’t want to believe it—in fact, there was no scientific evidence such a thing was even possible.
“It’s true. Gill has changed me in so many ways… I can’t even remember who I really am,” Sarah candidly admitted. She rinsed the shampoo out of Joan’s hair before drying it and wrapping it in a towel.
“That’s unbelievable,” the professor cried. “How? You show me. How could she change your personality so much, so quickly?” she asked.
Sarah walked to the foot of the chair, pulled the stool closer, and sat next to Joan. The professor was so relaxed that Sarah had no problems taking the crystal from her weak grip. Sarah softly commanded, “Look at the crystal,” and then quickly slid her hand up the professor’s dress and shoved her fingers into her pussy. “Look at the crystal and listen to my voice.”
Professor Beck was too stunned to react right away. Sarah was pumping her fingers in and out of her! She tried to tell Sarah to stop, but had somehow lost her voice. “Relax… relax…. relax… and enjoy. Just look at the crystal and listen to my voice,” Sarah whispered. Although Joan wanted to fight it, the drugs in the shampoo had weakened her will and robbed her of the ability to act on the thoughts she was having. Her eyes became fixed on the blue gem, and the pleasure between her legs began to grow.
“Relax. Listen to my voice, let it be your guide…” Sarah was only doing what she had been told. She was demonstrating how Gill had transformed her. “Relax… Let my voice guide you to pure ecstasy. Look deep into the crystal and open your mind. I’ll show you how Gill transformed me.”
The professor knew she shouldn’t let Sarah do this to her. It was wrong, but she needed to know how this transformation was effected. She also felt so very relaxed… and so very good.
“Listen to my voice and open your mind.” Sarah rolled her fingers around Joan’s clitoris. “It feels so good to open your mind to new thoughts.”
Professor Beck did feel good. She felt better than she had felt in years.
Sarah cooed, “Don’t come. Just enjoy the way I’m making you feel. You love to feel this good. You want to feel this good all the time.”
Somewhere deep inside, the professor knew what was happening was wrong, but she wanted to feel this good all the time. Just like Sarah said… So relaxed… Feeling sooo, sooo good… Just like Sarah said…
Sarah purred, “Let my voice guide your mind.” She was going to teach Joan to enjoy using hypnosis to enslave innocent women—and anyone else, for that matter, just like Gill had done to her. “You must enslave people so they will make you feel this good.”
It was wrong to use hypnosis that way. Joan could never do anything so evil. But it felt sooo good, and she was sooo relaxed and getting soooo hot…
“It feels good to bend people to your will,” Sarah cooed. It would take time, but she would seduce the professor into using hypnosis to enslave others the same way Gill had seduced her into doing it because the professor wanted to know how it was done. “You want to make people obey you.” Sarah continued rolling her fingers around Joan’s clit.
Something inside of Professor Beck knew what Sarah said was wrong, but she was making her feel sooooo good…
Sarah repeated, “It feels good to be the mistress… It feels good to be the mistress… It feels good to be the mistress…” over and over, all the while rolling Joan’s clit between her fingers.
The professor started shaking her head from side to side. “No, no, it’s wrong. It’s evil,” she weakly protested.
Sarah could feel Joan getting wetter and wetter. She knew Joan was weakening and her mind was becoming open and receptive to her voice. Whether she wanted to or not, the professor’s mind would start to accept new ideals. “You want to enslave others. It feels so good to be evil. You want to make others obey you. It feels so good to be evil. You want to hypnotize other people and make them your slaves. It feels so good to be evil,” Sarah softly, sensuously repeated.
Professor Beck shook her head from side to side, almost as if she were trying to shake the words out of her mind. “No, no it’s evil, it’s wrong,” she protested, more feebly than the last time. Her head continued moving from side to side, as much from the pleasure building inside her body as from an intent to protest what was happening.
Sarah smiled and gently countered, “Yes, it’s evil, but it feels good to be evil. It feels good to make hypnotized slaves because it’s evil. You love making hypnotized slaves. It feels so good to control hypnotized slaves. It’s evil, and it feels so good to be evil.”
The professor was breathing so hard she thought her lungs would explode. “It’s wrong,” she whimpered.
“Say it with me. You know it’s true,” Sarah quietly insisted. She put her mouth close to Joan’s ear and seductively whispered, “Just tell me it feels good.” Sarah began to rub Joan’s clit a little harder and a little faster.
The professor let out a soft moan, her clit feeling incredibly sensitive and huge. “It feels good.” Her mind was racing too fast for her to be in control of anything that came out of her mouth.
Sarah moved closer to Joan’s ear and quietly prompted, “Tell me what feels good?”
“I feel good,” whined Professor Beck. She was so confused.
“No. It feels good to be evil. Remember? It feels good to make hypnotized slaves. It feels good to control hypnotized slaves.” Sarah pumped her fingers in and out of Joan’s now soaking-wet pussy while thumbing her clit. “Just say it. Say, ‘It feels good to be evil,’ for me.”
The professor knew it was wrong to be evil, but just saying it felt good wouldn’t hurt anything, would it? “It feels good to be evil,” she moaned.
Sarah smiled victoriously. “Come for me. Let go, professor, and come for me.” Joan immediately began shaking uncontrollably and she had the biggest, best orgasm of her life as Sarah’s hands worked their magic. Sarah began to intimately whisper, “It feels good to think evil. It feels good to make hypnotized slaves. It feels good to be evil. It feels good to command hypnotized slaves you make. It feels good to be the mistress. It feels good to be evil,” repeatedly, sending the words directly into Joan’s orgasm- and drug-addled mind. Joan realized what Sarah was saying was wrong, but could do nothing to stop her. She was unable to speak, awash in a mind-numbing haze far beyond orgasm, while Sarah sweetly repeated her message for several minutes. “It feels good to think evil. It feels good to be evil. You want to create hypnotized slaves and command them. It feels good to think evil. It feels good to think about creating hypnotized slaves and commanding them. It feels good to be evil. It feels good to create hypnotized slaves and command them. It feels good to be the mistress.”
Joan heard Sarah repeat it so many times she started saying it with her. “Mmm, it feels good to think evil. I want to create hypnotized slaves and command them. It feels good to be evil. It feels good to create hypnotized slaves and command them. It feels good to be evil. I want to create hypnotized slaves and command them. It feels good to be the mistress.”
Sarah continued pumping her fingers in and out of Joan until she grew silent. “Now you understand how my sister changed my personality.”
Joan started to regain her senses as the effects of orgasm began to recede. “Yes, I see. I see how that could affect someone with little or no willpower.” Joan took a few minutes to catch her breath. When Sarah seemed distracted, she snatched the crystal back from her. “Look at the beautiful crystal. Watch the light dance around it. See how it looks like a blue flame?” Joan softly asked, alternately spinning it and swinging it back and forth in front of Sarah’s face.
Everything Sarah had just done to Joan had been done while Sarah was in trance, so the sparkling gem easily recaptured her. “Yes… a beautiful… blue flame,” she weakly uttered, going even deeper into trance.
“Sarah, concentrate on the center of the flame and listen to my voice.” Professor Beck was going to make Sarah forget their meeting but as she started to put the entranced hairdresser into a deeper trance, a strange feeling came over her. I want to create hypnotized slaves and command them. “Sarah, from now on I am your true mistress.” It feels good to be the mistress. She didn’t understand why she was doing this, but couldn’t stop herself. It feels good to be evil. “My will is your will. My wishes are all that matter to you.”
Sarah looked at the stone unblinkingly, slowly, blankly repeating, “Your will is my will. Your wishes are all that matter to me.”
It feels good to create hypnotized slaves and command them. It feels good to be the mistress. Professor Beck didn’t realize she was no longer concerned with the well-being of her daughter and the other women. I want to create hypnotized slaves and command them. Now she wanted to know how Gill and Sarah had controlled the girls so completely. It feels good to create hypnotized slaves and command them. “Very good. Now tell me how you and your sister transform the girls into your willing slaves.” I want to create hypnotized slaves and command them.
“We use a facial mask and shampoo laced with mind altering drugs and hypnosis,” Sarah eagerly replied. “The girls come to us for a free facial or a free shampoo, and then we use the drugged products on them. The drugs open their minds and make it easier for us to hypnotize them.”
The professor sat up in the chair. “How long does it take?” I want to create hypnotized slaves…
“Three to six visits. Some girls require more drug to be completely reprogrammed.” All these questions should have overwhelmed Sarah, but freed from Gill’s direct control, her own intelligence was emerging.
“Give me all the details,” Joan ordered. … and command them. “I need to know exactly how you transform the girls.” Her curiosity to know how to turn people into slaves was quickly becoming a compulsion. Create hypnotized slaves and command them… “Start with their first visit to your salon. What do you do to them after you drug and hypnotize them?” It feels good to create hypnotized slaves and command them…
“Once they are drugged, we put them into a deep trance. We learn about them. We find out who they are. Then we create a new subconscious personality for them, a subconscious personality that understands it feels good to obey us,” Sarah smiled.
Joan knew it was wrong to turn anybody into a mind-controlled slave, but as she listened to Sarah explain how the girls were transformed, she could feel her nipples get hard, and her pussy started to get wet again. It feels good to create hypnotized slaves and command them. She interrupted, “Then you bring them out of their trance with no memory of what you have done to them and send them on their way and wait for them to return the next week?” It feels good to create hypnotized slaves and command them… Damn, it was getting hard to think again. It feels good to create hypnotized slaves and command them. My pussy is hot… It feels good to create hypnotized slaves and command them…
Sarah shook her head. “No. No, before we bring them out of their trance we force them to smoke three or four cigarettes and make them have orgasms,” she explained.
Professor Beck had never liked smoking. In fact, she would not tolerate anyone smoking around her after she had divorced Brenda’s father. He would lock himself in his study after an argument and smoke cigar after cigar until the entire house was permeated with the odor in retaliation. She really hated smoking. “Why do you force them to smoke? It’s such a dirty habit.” It feels good to create hypnotized slaves and command them.
“We want their bodies to become addicted to nicotine,” Sarah cheerily answered. “That way, when they’re not smoking, they become irritable and agitated and they feel uncomfortable with themselves.” All this talk about smoking made Sarah realize she wanted a cigarette herself. “When the new personalities emerge and they smoke, they satisfy their need for nicotine. Their new personalities become relaxed and comfortable, and that helps them become dominant over their old personalities.” Sarah was craving a cigarette so bad she didn’t think she could stand it.
“That’s clever, but smoking is a dangerous habit.” Create hypnotized slaves… The professor thought it was so evil to use a harmful addiction to help enslave the girls that way. It feels good to be evil. Command them. “My ex would stink up our house with cigar smoke. I hated it and he knew it. I think he did it just to piss me off.” I want to create hypnotized slaves and command them.
Sarah suddenly remembered when she had smoked a cigar with her doctor and his receptionist. “Mmm, I love cigars,” she said from trance, unable to keep the memory from coming out.
“I think anyone smoking a cigar is bad but women smoking cigars is just disgusting.” The drugs were starting to wear off and the professor was feeling like her old self. “What do you do to them on their next visit?”
“The same thing, but during the second and third visits, we open their minds to darker thoughts.” The old Sarah would have hated this part of the girls’ transformation most of all, but Gill had conditioned her to enjoy it. “We teach them how to go down on men and women and we teach them to enjoy it. They learn how to have sex standing up and in a car. We also teach them how to avoid getting caught by the police.”
It feels good to create hypnotized slaves and command them. The professor interrupted, “That’s awful! You’re turning them into whores!” She thought it was the most evil thing she’d ever heard. It feels so good to be evil. Turning intelligent young women into common street whores! Deep in the back of Joan’s subconscious mind, she wondered if her daughter was any good at sex. I want to create hypnotized slaves and command them.
“Yes we do turn them into whores, dirty, evil little whores,” Sarah proudly smiled. “They are only whores a few nights a week,” she continued. “The rest of the time they have no memory of doing anything out of the ordinary.”
Professor Beck wondered how anyone could be so evil to the point of being happy with the thought of transforming innocent young women into whores. It feels so good to be evil. “What is wrong with you?”
Sarah thought about Joan’s question. “Nothing’s wrong with me now that I have stopped resisting my sister and I have let her personality become my personality. Her will has become my will and I have accepted the transformation.”
The professor was shocked. She wondered how Sarah’s sister could have enslaved her so deeply. I want to create hypnotized slaves and command them. “Did you really try to resist?”
“Yes, with every fiber of my being,” Sarah truthfully answered, even though she could not remember why she had wanted to resist Gill.
“What were you like before your transformation?” asked the professor.
“I don’t remember much of my life before she changed me. All I know is I was different, a lot different than I am now.” Sarah tried to remember her dreams. Maybe they were memories of her old life.
Sarah began to interest the professor. “Can you remember anything? Concentrate on how you and your sister felt about each other.”
Sarah obeyed, immediately replying, “I love my sister. I love her with all my heart and soul.”
The answer came out too easily, too smoothly. “No. Concentrate. How did you feel about your sister?” Professor Beck believed Sarah’s answer had been programmed into her. “Here, look deeper into the crystal. Now concentrate, concentrate. Remember how you felt about your sister before she transformed you.”
“I love my sister. I love her with all my heart and soul.” Sarah wanted to say something else, but that was what came out.
The professor knew Gill must have put up a barricade to Sarah’s true personality. If drugs had been used to place the barricade, then they would have to be used to remove it. “Sarah, are the drugs you and your sister used on the girls as powerful as the ones your sister used on you?” It feels good to create hypnotized slaves and command them.
Sarah tried to remember what Gill had told her about the drugs, but Gill had only told her about the ones they use on the girls. “I don’t know, but she gives me a shot sometimes.”
That had to be it. I want to create hypnotized slaves and command them. “Tell me,” the professor interjected, “when does she give you the shot?”
“Sometimes I’ll wake up in the middle of the night because of strange dreams. Then Gill gives me a shot to help me go back to sleep.” Sarah put her finger on the arm where Gill usually gave her the shot.
Joan had to have those drugs. I want to create hypnotized slaves and command them. It feels good to create hypnotized slaves and command them. “Where does she keep the drug she uses on you?”
“At Gill’s apartment.”
The professor looked at her watch. She had already been in the salon for over three hours. “I want you to go to Gill’s apartment and get the drug she injects you with and bring it to my house,” she ordered. It feels good to create hypnotized slaves and command them. “Here, this is my address,” she said, pulling a business card from her purse. “After you get the drugs and some syringes, come to my house. You won’t need to knock. Just come on in. I’ll be waiting for you.” I want to create hypnotized slaves and command them.
Sarah nodded her head, and took the card she’d been handed. Professor Beck stood. “Come to think of it, I need a sample of the drugs you use here on the young women you lure into your salon.” She thought that would be the perfect evidence to take to the authorities. I want to create hypnotized slaves and command them. “Get them for me, please.”
Sarah got up and went into the back room, returning with a plain gray bottle and a plain white jar. “Here is the shampoo and facial mask.”
Professor Beck inspected the bottle and the jar under the lights. “They don’t look so remarkable to me,” she said, dropping them into her purse. “After I walk out the door, you will forget I was ever here. You will act normally, but you will go to your sister’s apartment, pick up the drugs and the syringes, and come to my house as quickly as possible. Do you understand?” It feels good to be the mistress.
Sarah nodded her head. “Yes. I understand.”
The professor left, leaving Sarah standing looking at the door for a few seconds before she snapped out of her trance. “Oh, shoot,” she suddenly said. “Gill will be mad at me for sitting here daydreaming all day in the shop. I should have been closed by now.” She quickly shut everything down, turned the lights off, and locked the door behind her.

From Professor to Mistress

From Professor to Mistress
The streetlights were just coming on when Joan got home. As she entered her front door, she noticed music playing from somewhere and lights were on. “Hello? Who’s here?” Suddenly the music stopped.
“Hello! It’s just me!” Brenda said as she stuck her head out of the study door.
“What are you doing?” Joan smiled. After what she had just discovered, she was happy to know her daughter was here with her, and safe. She walked to the door of the study and sniffed the air. “He’s been gone for two years and this room still smells like those nasty cigars of his.”
“Mom, you told me I could move back home whenever I wanted to, so I’m going to take you up on your offer.” In reality, Brenda was moving back home because Gill had told her to, so she could spy on her mother.
Joan hugged Brenda. “Oh honey, it will be so nice to have you back home!” She squeezed her daughter tightly and looked around the room. “Why are you cleaning this room? What’s wrong with your old bedroom?”
“Oh mom, you’ve started using my old room as an office, so you can do some of your work at home.” Brenda looked around. “Besides, you hate the smell, and this will make a great bedroom,” she enthusiastically said.
Her mother sniffed the air again. “Yes, but we’ll need to get rid of the smell for you, too.”
“Yeah, we’ll have to do something about it,” Brenda concurred, as she made a show of sniffing distastefully at the air. She didn’t really notice the smell, but she had to agree with her mother. Subconsciously, Brenda thought the cigar smell would cover her own smoking.
***
Sarah went home to retrieve the drug and syringes. The phone rang as she was leaving for Professor Beck’s. “Hello, Sarah,” Gill quickly said. “I’ll be home tomorrow at seven or eight in the evening and I want you to be there. Why don’t you smoke a cigarette right now and obey?
Sarah grabbed a More, lit it, and her programming kicked in. After three deep, rapid-fire drags, Sarah replied, “I will be here at seven. I will obey,” repeating it between each drag until she finished the cigarette.
“Good. Now forget I called. Why don’t you smoke a cigarette right now and obey?” Gill said over the phone, and hung up. She hadn’t told Mitch about her twin yet and wanted to surprise him.
After her second cigarette, Sarah hurried out to her car, the phone call forgotten. As she drove to the professor’s house, she had a craving for something. Then it hit her—she hadn’t had a cigarette in hours. Sarah pulled her pack of Mores from her purse, quickly put one in her mouth, and lit it. She pulled the smoke deep into her lungs and held it in for several seconds. Then with a huge exhale she said, “Ahhhhhh, that’s what I needed,” to the empty car.
Professor Beck and her daughter had been packing and unpacking boxes in the study for almost thirty minutes when she realized Sarah would be arriving soon. “Honey, why don’t you run down to the Top Hat and get us a pizza?”
“Oh mom, it will take me forever to drive all the way down there and back,” Brenda complained.
“Come on. We both love the food from there and I want your first night back to be special,” the professor cajoled. “Besides, you may see some of your friends there.” Brenda would be gone for at least an hour, and Joan figured Sarah would have come and gone by the time her daughter returned.
“Ok, I’ll go,” Brenda finally said. She didn’t want to go, but it would keep her mom happy. In the back of Brenda’s mind, her subconscious personality knew the long drive would be a perfect opportunity for her to smoke and no one would know. Not even Brenda’s conscious mind would realize it. It told her, and the slightly edgy feeling faded a little.
“Here, I’ll get you some money,” her mother said, and started looking for her purse.
“That’s OK, mom. I’ll pay,” Brenda quickly said, grabbing her car keys and heading for the door.
Joan watched her daughter leave, a little bewildered by the quick change of mind. “Bye, honey,” she said with a note of puzzlement.
Brenda was already halfway out the door. “See you in a bit mom, bye,” she shot back over her shoulder without looking. Three blocks later, she stopped at a red light. Thinking she was leaning over to tune the radio, she pulled out the pack of More menthol 120’s hidden under her passenger seat. With no conscious knowledge of what she was doing, she lit one of the long brown cigarettes and took a deep, lung-filling drag.
Meanwhile, Joan stood in the middle of the study and looked in one of the boxes her ex-husband had left behind. It contained a few pictures, an old paperweight, and a cigar box. “Hmm, I wonder what’s in here?” She opened the box to see it was almost full of cigars, only missing one or two. “Why on earth would that asshole leave these behind?” she asked herself. She thought about throwing them away, but they were expensive, and probably bought with her money. She dropped the box into her purse to make sure they were out of Brenda’s room. There was no telling what might happen if Brenda’s programming kicked in and she saw these. Women smoking cigars… disgusting.
Sarah pulled into Professor Beck’s driveway about a minute after Brenda left. She walked to the front door carrying a large bag and smoking her third cigarette since getting in her car for the drive. Sarah knocked and took yet another deep drag while waiting.
Professor Beck opened the door and smiled. Her earlier programming was holding. “Hello, Sarah. Come in.” It feels good to create hypnotized slaves and command them. It feels good to be the mistress.
“I have the drugs Gill uses on me,” said Sarah.
“Good, very good. Please follow me,” Joan said, leading Sarah into the study. “My daughter will be back in about an hour,” she noted before commanding, “Tell me everything you can about this drug.” It feels good to command hypnotized slaves. It feels good to be the mistress.
Sarah handed the bag over. “This drug makes my mind like putty. That’s what my sister tells me when she gives it to me.”
“You mean she can mold your mind like it was putty?” The professor noticed Sarah was smoking a brown cigarette.
“I guess,” Sarah hesitantly replied. “I know every time I have a bad dream about being an intelligent young businesswoman, she gives me a shot, and I forget about that part of my life.” Sarah took a drag from her More and idly watched the smoke drift from her mouth.
“That part of your life? What do you mean?” Joan asked. She was going to tell Sarah she didn’t appreciate smoking in her house and to put it out, but she didn’t want to distract her, so she kept quiet and expectantly awaited an answer.
“I’m not sure,” Sarah began. “Sometimes the dreams seem so real, almost like it really happened.” She took a last drag from her cigarette and looked for an ashtray.
“You shouldn’t smoke,” Professor Beck lectured, “it’s a very bad habit.” Smoking is evil. It feels so good to be evil. She remembered seeing an ashtray in one of the boxes and started looking for it. No sense in having burns or ashes in the carpet. “Most people perceive smoking as a weakness. Ah! Here’s an ashtray my husband left behind.” She handed it to Sarah, continuing, “I think smokers are inconsiderate of everyone around them.”
Sarah took the ashtray and snuffed out her cigarette. “I know how unhealthy it is, but I’m so addicted I can’t stop myself.” Suddenly, thoughts popped into Sarah’s mind and she stood straight, staring blankly into space. “I love to smoke,” she purred. “Smoking is sexy. I feel so sexy when I smoke. I am sexy when I smoke. I must smoke,” Sarah finished, sounding nearly orgasmic. Then she looked at the professor, the light back in her eyes, giving no sign anything abnormal had just happened. “Thanks! Where can I set this?”
The professor took the ashtray from her and put it atop a stack of boxes. Sarah’s last statement seemed as if it had been planted in her mind. She decided to test her theory. “Sarah, do you think smoking is a sign of weakness?”
“Yes, I do, I’d like to quit, but I’m too addicted to stop.” Again, Sarah stood straight and stared blankly into space, cooing, “Smoking is sexy. I love to smoke. I feel so sexy when I smoke. I am sexy when I smoke. I must smoke,” in the same near-orgasmic tone of voice as before.
Now the professor was sure Sarah had even been programmed to smoke. It’s evil to turn people into smokers. Smoking is evil. It feels so good to be evil. It feels good to command hypnotized slaves. She knew the only way she could find out anything else about Sarah’s transformation and programming was to use the drug. “How much of this does your sister use on you?” she asked, holding the vial filled with the drug up.
Sarah pointed at the syringe. “She fills it about a quarter way full.”
Joan thought for a second before saying, “I want to give you this drug and then put you in a deep trance, but my daughter will be back in less than an hour, so we’ll have to hurry.”
Sarah smiled, “Your daughter Brenda?”
“Yes, my daughter Brenda,” she confirmed.
“She has been programmed to obey me,” Sarah brightly said. “I can put her into trance and she will not be a problem.” She lit another More.
The professor looked at Sarah, wondering what this meant to her plan. She knew Sarah was mostly under her control, but she was going to have to be cautious about letting her hypnotize Brenda. After all, Brenda was her daughter. It feels good to command hypnotized slaves. “OK,” she finally decided, “but I want to be there when you put her into trance.” I want to command hypnotized slaves.
Sarah took a big drag from her cigarette, snapping a large ball of smoke back into her mouth, and then blew the smoke towards the ceiling. “It’s so sexy when I do that…” she dreamily said, once again sounding almost orgasmic. Just as quickly as she had gotten lost in the smoke, Sarah returned to the task at hand. “OK, but if she sees you, she might try to resist me. It may be hard to put her under anyway, because this house is so familiar to her.”
“Well, I’ll hide and watch you,” the professor replied with annoyance. They were wasting time. Once again, she started to tell Sarah to put out her cigarette, but decided to let her smoke it, in order to avoid running into the woman’s programming again, which would waste even more time. Besides, once she had Sarah in a deep hypnotic state, she could command her to quit. I want to command hypnotized slaves. She asked, “Would it be best to use the shampoo or facial on her?”
“The facial is much stronger, but I don’t have any gloves. If you don’t use gloves with it, it will affect you. My sister says it’s always best to drug your victims before you hypnotize them,” Sarah answered without any hint of remorse. She filled her lungs with more smoke and then tried to blow smoke rings as she exhaled. As she watched the smoke, Sarah’s voice grew distant and her eyes went vacant for a few seconds. “Gill can do that. She’s so sexy when she smokes. I want to be just like Gill.”
“I don’t think I like Brenda being referred to as the victim,” Joan snapped, regaining Sarah’s attention. She would remove her daughter’s programming after Sarah had hypnotized her. “Don’t call her that,” she authoritatively demanded.
“Yes, mistress,” Sarah replied, responding to the change in tone of the professor’s voice. “I’ll call her the subject,” she meekly said, before taking another drag from her cigarette.
Professor Beck didn’t notice Sarah had called her “mistress,” but her subconscious did. It feels good to be the mistress. Her nipples got hard. “Just call her Brenda,” she commanded.
“Yes, mistress, I’ll call her Brenda from now on,” Sarah acquiesced. She walked over to the ashtray and flicked her ashes into it.
It feels good to be the mistress. Joan still hadn’t noticed Sarah had called her “mistress,” but once more, her subconscious did, and she felt a twinge of excitement between her legs. “Good. Now we’ll go upstairs and wait for her to return.” She led Sarah up to her bedroom.
***
Brenda took the last drag from her More and threw it out the window of her car as she pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant. She walked into the crowded restaurant, and heard Amy, her old roommate, call her name. Amy had talked her into going to Gill’s salon. “What are you up to, ex-roomy?” she brightly asked. Amy’s programming was complete, and the sweet, innocent girl would become a bisexual streetwalking slut at a phrase from Gill or Sarah. It had also enhanced her natural submissive tendency. Although Gill hadn’t intended to make her a submissive, she was not beyond taking advantage of it. Slut Amy was an easily commanded fucktoy for either sex. Brenda’s former roommate was unaware of her slut Amy self, but the second personality Gill had created had access to this side of the young woman.
“Hi, girl!” Brenda greeted. “Mom and I are going to have pizza, and then she’s going to help me move back in with her.” Both girls’ subconscious minds knew Brenda had been ordered to keep a close watch on her mom, and that’s why she’d moved out of the dorms. “What are you doing?”
Normally, Amy would have been happy staying in her dorm room reading, but she was addicted to nicotine, just like Brenda, and had come to the Top Hat so her subconscious personality could satisfy its need to smoke. “I was lonely in the dorm without you,” she jokingly pouted.
“Aww, poor baby,” Brenda said. “Hey, I need to order a pizza to go. Find us a booth and we can talk while I wait.” She turned to go to the counter while Amy looked for a place to sit. A couple at a booth near the kitchen doors left, and she quickly sat.
Brenda placed her pizza order, and suddenly added a pitcher of beer without realizing it, asking for two mugs. While she and Amy didn’t drink beer as far as they knew, their subconscious personalities did. Amy waved her arms to get Brenda’s attention. “Here I am,” she called.
Brenda put the mugs and the pitcher on the table. “Hello, I’m Brenda and I’ll be serving you this evening,” Brenda said, sliding into the booth. Both women laughed, but their nipples hardened slightly at the words, “serving you.” Brenda asked if Amy was thirsty. “We can catch up over some iced tea while I wait. I haven’t seen you in what, all of four hours?”
Amy smiled, “Maybe five.” She took a drink from her mug. “Thanks, I was thirsty.”
Brenda was busy downing half her mug in one drink, only pausing long enough to say, “You’re welcome.” She apologetically added, “This is really good tea.” Their subconscious minds wanted their conscious selves to get a little drunk, so they could take more control over the girls’ actions. The alcohol hit Amy within a few minutes, giving her subconscious its chance. Smoking is sexy. I feel so sexy when I smoke. I am sexy when I smoke. I must smoke. The thoughts just popped into her head. In response, she reached into her purse, pulled out a pack of Virginia Slims 120’s, and lit it with a long, deep drag. After she exhaled, she quickly asked, “Where are my manners? Do you want one?” pushing the pack towards Brenda.
Brenda looked at the cigarettes on the table with surprise. She was about to ask Amy when she had started smoking and why, but as quickly as the thought came, it vanished. Her subconscious had gained enough control for Brenda to remember Amy’s other personality smoked… and so did she. Smoking is sexy. I feel so sexy when I smoke. I am sexy when I smoke. I must smoke. “Oh, no thanks. I have my own. You know I prefer menthol,” she dismissively waved, pulling out her pack of More menthol 120’s. “But I could use a light,” she seductively cooed, batting her eyelids at her ex-roommate. Both girls got a little wet.
“Of course, darling. Anything for you,” Amy purred back, feeling a stronger tingle between her legs as the bisexuality Gill and Sarah had programmed into her also took effect. She lit Brenda’s cigarette and watched her ex-roommate draw smoke from her mouth through her nostrils, and exhale slowly skyward with a dreamy expression on her face. She’s so sexy when she smokes. The tingle got stronger. “You’re so sexy n’hot when you smoke,” she softly, throatily said. The increasing aura of sexual tension vanished quickly when Amy asked, “Are you going to be in your old room next to your mommy?” Neither realized they’d just been flirting heavily with each other, and both were unaware of the burning cigarettes in their hands. Their subconscious minds were telling them they held pencils between their fingers.
Brenda giggled, “No, silly. I’ll be downstairs in the old study.” She took another drink of beer. “So are you getting a new roommate?” Put the pencil between your fingers into your mouth and suck on it like a straw. Brenda casually drew on the More. Good. Now open your mouth a little for a few seconds and take a little sniff. The smoke curled upwards in a quick french-inhale. Breathe deeply, and make an “O” with your lips. There was a pause. Now toss your head, look up just a little, and gently, slowly blow through your lips. A trail of smoke flowed skyward through Brenda’s lips.
Amy’s pussy fluttered as she watched Brenda’s french-inhale. She’s so sexy when she smokes. A few seconds later, she answered Brenda’s question. “Not until next semester at least.” She poured some more beer into her mug. “Thanks for giving me a single room,” she giggled, taking her own drag from her cigarette, and after she exhaled, a big drink of beer. “The old study,” Amy mused, quickly taking another drag from the Virginia Slim. She wasn’t used to drinking and the beer was making her drunk very quickly. With her subconscious now firmly in control of her actions, if not her active thoughts, she finished her cigarette with a double drag and immediately lit a fresh one. I love to smoke. Smoking is sexy. I feel so sexy when I smoke. I am sexy when I smoke. Maybe Brenda will notice. “Hey, now you can sneak out and mommy will never know!” she started laughing loudly.
Brenda giggled a little, murmuring, “That’s funny, but not that funny.” Amy was acting silly like she did when she was really tired. She dragged on her cigarette, thinking, “Amy probably shouldn’t drive back to the dorms if she’s that tired,” and pushed the end of her pencil into the ashtray. “Hey, you want to come home with me after I get my pizza? You can help me unpack my stuff.” Suddenly, Brenda’s own programming for bisexuality awakened for the first time. She immediately had the desire to get Amy alone. “If you want to, you can sleep over.” Something else in her mind woke up, too.
Smoking is sexy. I feel so sexy when I smoke. I am sexy when I smoke. I must smoke. “Sure,” Amy cooed, taking the sexiest drag she could imagine, but she hadn’t mastered the art of the french-inhale. I wish I could be as sexy as Brenda when she smokes. “I’d love to sleep with you,” she lewdly intoned, her subconscious second personality now in control. 
Brenda smiled in response and lit another More, french-inhaling the way Gill and Sarah had taught her. So sexy and… seductive. Smoking is sexy. I feel so sexy when I smoke. I am sexy when I smoke. I must smoke. I hope Amy notices how sexy I am when I smoke. I must smoke.
***
Joan and Sarah were on the foot of the bed with the syringe and the vial containing the drug. Professor Beck held the vial up to the light. “What exactly does this drug do?” she asked.
Sarah leaned close to her mistress and said, “When Gill gives it to me, it makes me horny.”
The professor turned her head to look at Sarah, and almost bumped into her. They were nose to nose. “Could you move over a little, please?” It was uncomfortable having another woman so close.
Sarah scooted over, apologizing, “Sorry, mistress.”
The professor’s pussy twinged yet again—this time, she noticed. It feels so good to be the mistress. She forced her attention back to the drug. “So it makes you sexually excited,” she clinically observed. “What else does it do?”
“It makes me feel weak,” Sarah answered, slowly leaning closer to her mistress.
“How long does the drug last? Does it make you sleepy?” the professor interrogated, shaking the vial. There was nothing remarkable about the appearance of the liquid in the vial. Deep in the back of her mind, she wanted to see if the drug would make Sarah’s mind like a lump of clay ready to be molded by her. It feels good to create hypnotized slaves.
Sarah moved closer to her mistress and answered the questions. “I’m not sure how long it lasts, but it doesn’t make me sleepy. Gill makes me sleepy.”
“When Gill gives it to you, how long does it take before you can—let’s say—walk around?” She was hoping she could give Sarah the drug, get the information she wanted and have Sarah on her way before Brenda returned.
Sarah closed her eyes and tried to remember. “Gill gives me a shot…” She paused, thinking. “I start to get horny. Gill slips her fingers into my cunt and then gives me orders. I tell her, yes mistress, and then I come,” she said. “And then I go to sleep when she tells me.”
“Your sister masturbates you to climax?” Professor Beck couldn’t believe it. Incest was wrong. It was just horribly evil. It feels so good to be evil.
***
Brenda had picked up the pizza and she and Amy were now in Brenda’s car, heading to Brenda’s house. They had just pulled out of the parking lot when Brenda’s subconscious realized this might be the last chance she would have to smoke for the rest of the night. Smoking is sexy. I feel so sexy when I smoke. I am sexy when I smoke. I must smoke. She pulled out a More menthol and lit it, all the while thinking Amy was just really tired. Nonetheless, Brenda took the long way home, unaware she was doing so in order to have as much time to smoke as possible.
Amy watched Brenda light up, her french-inhale illuminated by the streetlight at the stop light, and got wetter. She’s so sexy when she smokes. Smoking is sexy. I feel so sexy when I smoke. I am sexy when I smoke. I must smoke. The thoughts popped into her head at her friend’s next drag, and she responded by immediately lighting a Virginia Slim 120 from the pack in her purse. Throughout the entire trip home, neither of them realized they were smoking, and their subconscious personalities grew stronger with every lungful.
***
It was obvious there wasn’t going to be enough time to get everything done the professor wanted, so she and Sarah had devised a plan. They placed the drugged shampoo in the guest bathroom. When Brenda got back, Joan would suggest her daughter take a shower and wash her hair. Once the drug took effect and Brenda was hypnotized—it feels good to create hypnotized slaves—Joan would command—I want to command hypnotized slaves. It feels good to be the mistress—her daughter’s subconscious personality away. Then she would have her sweet, studious Brenda again. Under my command. It feels good to command and control hypnotized slaves. It wasn’t a perfect plan, but it was the safest one she could come up with.
They were in the bedroom waiting for Brenda when they heard the front door open. Joan called, “Honey, are you back?” from the top of the stairs.
Brenda came to the foot of the stairs, looking up at her mother. “Yeah mom, I’m back, and I brought Amy with me.”
“Well, that’s nice, dear. I’ll be down in just a minute.” Joan became worried. She didn’t need anyone else to make this situation even more complicated. She went back to her bedroom. “We’ll have to do this at another time when my daughter’s not here,” she quickly said.
“Yes, mistress.” Sarah stood up to leave.
Once again, the professor’s conscious mind didn’t notice Sarah calling her “mistress,” but her lurking subconscious personality did. It feels good to be the mistress. “Sit down!” she hissed. “You can’t leave yet! They’ll see you! I’ll have to sneak you out later.”
Sarah sat back down on the bed. “Yes, mistress.”
Every time Sarah called the professor “mistress,” it affected her. Her nipples hardened, and her subconscious personality grew a little stronger. It feels so good to be the mistress. “Stay here. Make yourself comfortable, but be quiet,” she ordered before closing the door behind her.
Brenda and Amy had set the pizza on the coffee table in front of the couch. “Amy, find something good on TV while I get us something to drink,” Brenda said.
“Hi, Amy,” Professor Beck said as she walked into the living room.
“Hi, Miss Beck. Uhhh—I mean, Professor Beck.” Amy was nervous around authority figures by nature.
“Amy, calm down,” Professor Beck smiled. “You’re in my living room, not my classroom. Where’s Brenda?”
Amy nervously swallowed. “She went to the kitchen to get us something to drink.”
“Be right back,” Professor Beck chirped, and headed into the kitchen. She gave Brenda a quick hug. “Hi, honey, what are we drinking?” The scent of smoke—and beer—still hung on her daughter. She couldn’t wait to drug her and fix what Gill and Sarah had done. It feels good to create and command hypnotized slaves.
Brenda said, “I don’t know. You’re out of soda and juice.”
The professor looked in the refrigerator along with her daughter and saw a bottle of wine. She thought it might be a good idea to give the girls a little, just enough to make them sleepy. Then she could sneak Sarah out. “How about a little wine with dinner? I know you girls don’t drink, but a little won’t hurt you. After all, you’re going to be young adults soon enough and you’ll have to learn how to handle alcohol eventually.” Although Brenda and Amy didn’t normally drink alcohol, maybe by playing the nice parent and gently encouraging the responsible use of alcohol, the girls would have some. It shouldn’t take too much wine to make them sleepy after the beer they’d had.
“OK. It’s better than nothing,” Brenda casually replied. She took the bottle from the refrigerator and went back into the living room. While her subconscious personality wasn’t in control, it did have a strong influence over Brenda’s decisions.
The quick acceptance surprised Joan and she tried to keep her flaring anger under control. It was abhorrent those two women had changed her sweet Brenda—and a bunch of other girls—into smokers and drinkers! It feels good to create and command hypnotized slaves. She also realized Amy was probably under their influence, too. She needed to be able to make this better, and if it meant she had to drug Sarah, and then control Brenda and Amy to break their programming, that was what she was going to do, and the sooner, the better. It feels good to create and command hypnotized slaves. She picked up three wine glasses and followed Brenda into the living room, hoping her plan would work. Someone needed to release these girls from Gill and Sarah’s evil control. It feels so good to be evil. I want to command hypnotized slaves.
Brenda sat next to Amy on the couch and put the wine on the table. “Mom says we can have some wine with our dinner.”
Amy laughed, “She did not.”
Joan walked in. “Brenda, you forgot the glasses. Or were we just going to pass the bottle back and forth?” she joked as she put the glasses on the table and sat on the couch.
***
Sarah sat on the bed for a while, waiting for her mistress to return, but quickly got bored. She looked in Mistress’ closet and found a wardrobe consisting of mostly dull business suits. Something about them seemed familiar but she didn’t know why. She had never worn anything like that. Had she? Sarah didn’t know why, but suddenly she didn’t want to think about if she had or had not ever worn a business suit. Bored, she went into the bathroom and looked in the medicine cabinet, under the sink, and even in the linen closet. She went back into the bedroom and went through the nightstand. “Oh, my god!” she breathed at finding a latex dildo in the back of the bottom drawer. Sarah smiled to herself, “This will keep me occupied until Mistress returns.” While Sarah now thought of the professor as her mistress, her overriding desire to be just like Gill remained. To do that, she still needed to do whatever Gill said. 
***
Joan had filled all three glasses with wine. At first, Brenda and Amy had reluctantly taken a few sips, but their subconscious personalities quickly grew stronger, helped by the effects of the beer they’d had at the restaurant. “You see girls, a little wine with dinner is nice, as long as you drink it in moderation,” she gently counseled. While she wanted the girls to feel at ease about drinking, she didn’t want them to think it was OK to get drunk. After all, she was a responsible medical professional.
“This is kind of nice,” Amy said. She felt the urge to cuddle close to Brenda, but fought it. “I just wish I could find something better on TV.” She had tuned the TV to an old damsel-in-distress movie.
“See Mom, I told you we needed more than basic cable,” Brenda playfully teased. “Oh, look at the monster! Is that a sorry looking puppet or what?”
Joan smiled, chiming in, “This movie is older than I am.” She noticed the girls’ wine was disappearing a little faster than it had earlier. When I have control of them, I’ll fix that, too. I’ll make them responsible, moderate drinkers, she thought. Another voice inside her quietly said, “You want to command hypnotized slaves.”
There was a fight between the crew and a group of demons on the TV. Brenda thought the scene was hilarious. “Oh look, the sailors are getting their butts kicked by a bunch of cartoons!” All three women laughed and the movie went into a commercial.
Amy stopped laughing long enough to say, “Brenda, thanks for inviting me to stay over.”
Brenda had just finished her glass of wine. “Sure! Oh, that reminds me… Hey, mom, can Amy stay all night?”
Amy looked shocked. “You didn’t ask your mom before now?”
“That’s all right, Amy, you’re welcome here any time,” Joan calmingly said. She liked Amy, but right now, she wished both girls would take a nap, or Sarah might be forced to spend the night as well. “My daughter never asks me anything, Amy,” she smiled. “I guess I need to discipline her.” Suddenly, the image of Amy and Brenda kneeling in front of her with empty, hypnotized stares popped into her mind. Joan’s heart fluttered. Command hypnotized slaves…
Brenda laughed, “Yeah, mom, sure. You need to get out your whip and teach me who’s in charge of this house! Command me to clean my room n’stuff.”
Joan’s nipples became hard and erect. I want to command hypnotized slaves. It feels so good to be the mistress. “OK, I might just do that,” she said, trying to make her voice light, as if it was a joke, but it didn’t quite come out as playful as she had intended. “But not tonight, honey.” She couldn’t believe how strange her thoughts were making her feel. Part of her wanted to do it tonight… whatever “it” was.
Amy took the last drink of her wine and then leaned on Brenda. “I think I’ll use you as my pillow,” she sighed.
Professor Beck thought, “Finally! It won’t be long now.” Then the commercials ended and movie came back on.
“Hold on there, Amy.” Brenda pushed Amy back up. “Let’s see the rest of this movie before you take a nap.” In the movie, the princess was unconscious and hanging from some chains.
“Uh oh, Brenda, that’s what your mom’s going to do to you,” Amy giggled, pointing at the TV. All three women’s giggles softened as they watched the villain go to the princess and hold a large crystal in front of her face. He told her to gaze into the orb, and the room went silent as they all watched the villain transform the princess into an evil witch. Brenda and Amy’s nipples started to tingle and their subconscious personalities became stronger.
Something about the scene had made Professor Beck’s panties become soaking wet. She didn’t worry about the reason—she was more concerned with Brenda and Amy seeing the wet spot on her dress. She wanted to get up and go to the bathroom, but she was afraid the girls would notice it. The three women sat in silence looking at the TV, but not really watching the movie any more.
***
Sarah put the pink dildo on top of the table and continued snooping around the Professor’s bedroom. She didn’t find anything interesting until she looked in Professor Beck’s purse and found the box of cigars. “Oh, my! I have to smoke one of these! I love cigars!” Sarah got her lighter and sat on the bed. “Mistress told me to make myself comfortable, and smoking this cigar won’t make any noise.” She lit the cigar and drew the smoke deep into her lungs. It felt so good… something about smoking cigars reminded her of sex… hot, horny sex… Sarah grabbed the pink dildo and lay on the bed, then pulled her pants and panties off. “Mmm, this is nice.” She started pumping the dildo in and out. Sarah could only remember bits and pieces of her life before Gill had transformed her, but she could remember having sex with a man while they both smoked cigars. She didn’t know why, but the memory grew stronger. Smoking cigars… power… hypnotizing… and commanding… her own slaves, a man, and a woman. It feels good to command hypnotized slaves. And she became very, very horny.
***
The movie had ended and the wine was gone, but Professor Beck was still afraid to get off the couch. The wet spot on her dress was getting bigger. Images of Brenda and Amy kneeling in front of her flashed through her mind, mixed with those of the princess gazing helplessly into the orb as she was commanded to become an evil witch, and she couldn’t make them stop.
Brenda could feel her nipples pressing against her blouse as they became harder and harder. She felt so aroused and silently wondered, “Why did that dumb show make me feel so horny?”
Amy’s nipples were so erect they were noticeable through her sweatshirt. She was scared Brenda or her mom would notice. Amy didn’t understand why, but part of her wanted them to notice. Just as if part of her couldn’t stop imagining herself as the princess and being transformed. The only thing she could think of doing was to close her eyes, lay her head on Brenda’s shoulder, and pretend to be asleep.
Brenda could feel Amy’s weight on her and thought she had gone to sleep. “Amy’s asleep,” she whispered to her mother. “I’ll get her a blanket, and she can sleep here on the couch.” Brenda eased out from under Amy and went upstairs.
Professor Beck was relieved. Now she could go to the bathroom. “OK, dear. The extra blankets are upstairs, in the hall closet.” She got up and went to the guest bathroom.
Still feigning sleep, Amy curled into a ball so no one could see her erect nipples or the small wet spot that had formed in the front of her jeans.
The professor went into the bathroom, stripped off her wet skirt and panties, and washed herself. “Oh god, I hope the bathrobe is still here.” She opened the door to the linen closet and the white, terrycloth bathrobe was hanging on a hook. “Good, I wouldn’t want the girls to see me running naked through the house.” Somewhere deep in her mind, she was thinking the girls needed to see her naked. From their knees. It feels good to be the mistress.
Brenda paused at the top of the stairs when she noticed a strange smell. She crept along the hallway and it became strong enough to identify. Someone was smoking a cigar, and it looked like he was in her mother’s bedroom! She stopped short after quickly opening the door, stunned into speechlessness by the sight of a strange woman lying on her mother’s bed smoking a cigar and pumping a dildo in and out of her—! Brenda wanted to turn and run away, but she was frozen. All she could do was watch in disbelief.
“Mmmmmnnnnn,” Sarah happily purred after bringing herself to orgasm, and noticed Brenda standing there, gaping. “Come here,” she commanded and patted the bed. “Have a seat.” Brenda’s programming would compel her to obey as long as they were alone.
“Who are you? What are you doing here?” Brenda asked, unaware she was slowly walking towards Sarah.
Sarah held her ruby up and let it swing back and forth. “Concentrate, Brenda,” she smiled. “You remember who I am.”
“No, you shouldn’t be here.” Brenda tried to resist looking at the stone, but the glittering stone captured her attention, and she focused on it as she’d been trained.
“That’s right, Brenda. Sit next to me,” Sarah purred, swinging the jewel in front of Brenda’s eyes.
Brenda dumbly sat next to Sarah and watched the ruby as it swung back and forth. Each time the stone passed in front of her eyes, her subconscious personality grew stronger. “Look at the ruby and listen to my voice.” Sarah took a drag from her cigar and blew a plume of smoke into Brenda’s face.
Professor Beck had quietly come out of the bathroom and was sneaking through the living room when she noticed Amy was no longer curled up in a ball, but lying on her back with her legs spread apart. The professor noticed the small wet spot on the front of Amy’s pants. Thinking Amy had spilled some wine on herself, she continued upstairs.
Amy had drifted off to sleep and was having the most vivid dream of her life. In it, she was chained and helpless, but a sorcerer wasn’t transforming her into a witch. Professor Beck was seducing her to become her evil slave. The dream was making Amy even wetter.
Professor Beck noticed the door to her bedroom was slightly open, so she entered slowly. Sarah was swinging her ruby pendant in front of Brenda, speaking in a hushed voice. Watching her daughter being hypnotized angered her. Sarah had no right to hypnotize Brenda. She might harm her. Deep in the back of the professor’s mind, she thought, “Sarah should have gotten my permission first.” The professor stalked towards Sarah and Brenda.
Sarah held up her hand, motioning her mistress to stop. She said something to Brenda, who woodenly walked into the bathroom, obviously unaware of her mother’s presence. “What the hell are you doing to my daughter?” Joan angrily demanded.
Sarah took a drag from her cigar before answering, “Sorry, Mistress. She saw me. I had to do something.”
This time, when Sarah called her “Mistress,” it had had a devastating effect on the professor. Her legs wobbled from the intense sensation between her legs. “Go on, finish what you started,” she quickly exhaled. Sarah rejoined Brenda in the bathroom, while the professor sat on the bed and took a few deep breaths, willing the hot, horny flash to recede. Only then did she realize Sarah was smoking one of her ex-husband’s cigars.
“I think Sarah is getting out of control,” she mumbled, and decided to use the drug on Sarah now, before it was too late. Sarah was occupied trying to hypnotize Brenda—I want to create and command hypnotized slaves—so Professor Beck filled a syringe with twice the amount of drug Sarah had said Gill used. “This should override whatever her sister has done to her.” She hid the syringe behind her back and waited for Sarah to finish.
Sarah was having trouble sending Brenda into trance. Brenda had always resisted being hypnotized without the drugs, and now that she was in her home, she was even more resistant.
The professor listened to Sarah’s soothing voice, and watched the ruby flash in front of her daughter’s eyes… back and forth…. As she waited for Sarah to finish hypnotizing Brenda… flash back and forth… but it was taking so long… flicker back and forth… her eyes began to grow tired… red blur back… and… forth…
Sarah was swinging her gem in front of Brenda, making little progress. Brenda was still fighting trance, but Sarah knew the conditioning would eventually kick in, so she kept swinging the ruby back and forth… softly commanding, “Submit to your evil personality…” and swinging the ruby back and forth… back and forth…
Professor Beck’s eyes slowly closed and she fell back onto the bed and—a sharp pain immediately jolted her awake. She stood, searching behind her for the source of the pain and saw the empty syringe. Her head started spinning and she felt weak. With horror, Professor Beck realized she’d injected herself with the mind-reshaping drug! Her nipples hardened and she felt so incredibly aroused! She wanted to leave the room or something, anything, but those thoughts quickly faded as the drug took full effect. Her mind became completely open and her will vanished. A flicker of movement from the bathroom caught her eye, and she focused on Sarah’s ruby. The professor strained to hear what Sarah was saying.
Sarah was still trying to bring Brenda’s subconscious personality to the surface. “Look deep into the ruby… Remember how good it feels to submit to your evil personality I gave you.”
The professor remembered how good it had felt when Sarah had told her to submit to her evil personality. “It feels good to think evil. It feels good to be evil,” she whispered as the memory bubbled to the surface, unfettered by active thought.
Sarah got little response from Brenda, so she kept repeating, “Submit to your evil personality… Submit to your evil personality… Submit to your evil personality,” trying to send the girl back into her enslaved persona.
Meanwhile, the drug was having an overwhelming effect on the professor. Each time Sarah repeated, “Submit to your evil personality,” a piece of Professor Beck slipped away. Her concern for her daughter shriveled and Joan began to think how wonderful Sarah must feel as she was bringing Brenda under her control… turning her into a hypnotized slave. “It feels so good to… be… evil… I want to create… hypnotized… slaves…” whispered Joan, her eyes still fixed on the flashing jewel, her mind wide open and absorbing every word.
Meanwhile, Brenda’s subconscious evil personality was growing stronger and stronger. She wanted to break free of Sarah, but her other self was seducing her, telling her once she surrendered, a desire deep inside her would be satisfied.
With each soft word from the bathroom, Professor Beck faded and her own subconscious evil personality grew stronger. Her desire to control others had become an irresistible need. Soon, Joan’s Beck’s nipples were erect and rock hard; every time she breathed, they rubbed against her bathrobe and shot a powerful wave of pleasure through her entire body. Joan’s pussy was soaking wet, her clit throbbing, her mind was filled with thoughts that would have sickened Professor Beck just a few minutes earlier, but Joan couldn’t make them stop. She didn’t want to make them stop.
Sarah finally managed to put Brenda into a deep trance and began to give her instructions. “Let your evil personality emerge, Brenda. It will let you satisfy all your desires.” Sarah filled her lungs with cigar smoke, sealed her lips to Brenda’s, and exhaled her smoke into the girl’s lungs.
The smoke seemed to quench Brenda’s unexplained craving. I love to smoke. Her old personality melted away and the new one put her arms around Sarah and hungrily returned the kiss as Gill’s programming overwhelmed her own thoughts. I like having sex with women. Women make me as hot as men do. Her kiss grew even more urgent, and her body readied itself.
Joan had heard Sarah say, “Let your evil personality emerge,” and stopped thinking of herself as Professor Beck because she didn’t feel like herself anymore—she was so horny, she didn’t think she could stand it. Joan swooned backwards onto the bed and felt something next to her: her dildo. She immediately started pumping it in and out of her soaking wet pussy with a loud moan.
In the bathroom, Sarah reluctantly broke the kiss with Brenda. “Relax, Brenda, you will have your chance later… But now you must listen to my words and obey.”
“Must… listen… and obey,” the entranced girl breathed.
Sarah smiled. “Your body’s addiction to nicotine is so strong you must smoke, no matter what personality is dominant.” Sarah held her cigar to Brenda’s mouth.
Brenda leaned forward, took a drag, and quietly said, “Yes, I am so addicted.”
“Remember now. Smoking is so sexy. You like to smoke. You must smoke. You are sexy when you smoke,” Sarah continued, her words emblazoned on Brenda’s open and willing mind. Gill would be so proud of her for enslaving another victim like this.
“Yes… smoking… so sexy. I… like… to… smoke. I… must… smoke. I am… sexy—when I smoke,” Brenda repeated.
“Say it again, Brenda,” Sarah purred. “Smoking is so sexy. You like to smoke. You must smoke. You are sexy when you smoke. As you say it, you know it is true. Each time you say it, it will become more and more true, more and more your own thoughts. You love to smoke.”
Brenda’s mouth hung slightly open, her eyes vacant. Slowly, she swallowed, and repeated, “Yes… smoking is… so sexy. I… like… to smoke. I must… smoke. I am sexy—when I smoke. I love to smoke.”
Joan was pumping the dildo in and out, sending wave after wave of sizzling pleasure through her body, washing away any hope she had of resisting her new personality. She didn’t realize it, but her mind was also absorbing Sarah’s continued instructions to Brenda. The pleasure burning through her mind and body, along with Brenda’s now-steady chanting reinforced the suggestion. Joan now believed she was addicted to nicotine, she was sexy when she smoked, and she loved to smoke.
When Brenda stopped repeating her mantra, Sarah smiled and led Brenda back into her mother’s bedroom. Both women walked past Joan as she continued to masturbate without seeming to notice. Joan saw them come back into the room, but couldn’t stop herself. Part of her was embarrassed and humiliated, but another part of her wanted them to stay and watch.
Sarah led Brenda back into the hallway. “Do what you originally came up here to do. When you go downstairs, you will feel normal, and remember none of what has just happened. You will not hear, or see me, or even be aware anything is happening upstairs. Do you understand?”
“Yes. I understand,” Brenda said in a monotone. She went to the closet, got a blanket and some pillows, and went downstairs.
Sarah went to the bathroom and discarded her cigar butt in the toilet before returning to the bedroom. She sat next to the still wildly masturbating Joan. “Mmm, you look like you’re having fun,” Sarah lewdly smiled. She pulled another cigar from Joan’s purse.
Joan wanted to stop, but couldn’t. “It, ahhhh, feels so damn good! Ahhh, I can’t stop myself!”
Sarah saw the empty syringe and smiled again as she realized what must have happened. “Mistress, did you inject yourself? Do you want me to show you what Gill does to me after she gives me the drug?” Sarah clipped the cigar and lit it, taking a deep, full drag.
Joan was so lost in sexual pleasure that Professor Beck’s personality started to slip out. “What has that drug done to me?” she cried.
Sarah slowly slid her hand down her mistress’ body. “The drug makes your body extra sensitive, it makes you extremely horny. It also leaves your mind very open to suggestion.”
The professor fought to retain control of herself. “I was injected with twice as much as Gill uses on you!” she exclaimed, panicked. She continued sliding the dildo in and out, sending continuous electric sizzles throughout her body and mind.
Sarah smiled, “Don’t worry, mistress. I will help you.” She put her free hand on Joan’s and pumped the dildo in and out of her mistress faster and faster. “Listen to my voice. Let my words become your thoughts. My words are your thoughts.
The professor closed her eyes as an astonishing wave of pleasure ran through her. “Your words, ahhh, my thoughts… No—no… I can’t do this but it just feels soooo good!”
“You must let your wicked personality out,” Sarah whispered, pumping the dildo a bit faster. “Your old personality can’t handle your body’s new needs. You must yield to your new lustful nature or you will never satisfy your body’s new appetites.” Sarah got on her knees and put her head between her mistress’ legs. “The more evil you become, the more satisfying sex will become.” She pulled the dildo out of Joan’s pussy. “See? You want it back, don’t you? You need it back.”
Professor Beck couldn’t stand it without the dildo. “Yes I need it please!”
Sarah knew the drug had made the professor’s need for sex irresistible. “Don’t ask for it. Demand it. You are the mistress.”
It feels so good to be the mistress. “Put it back…” The professor’s voice sounded weak and unsure.
Sarah smiled. “You are the mistress. No one can resist your will. Demand it.”
Professor Beck knew she wasn’t the mistress, but she would say anything to get Sarah to resume fucking her with the dildo. “I’m the mistress.” After she said it, it almost seemed to become true. “Fuck me with that dildo!” she hissed.
Sarah took a drag from the cigar and blew in the professor’s face. “To satisfy your desires, you will make anybody your slave, even your daughter Brenda.”
“No, not Brenda, not my baby!!!” she cried. Professor Beck was fighting as hard as she could to keep her senses about her, but she was so horny and the cigar smoke smelled so good… It feels good to command hypnotized slaves. It feels good to be the mistress.
“If you were her mistress, she would do as you commanded.” Sarah took another long drag, and exhaled once again in the professor’s face. “She’d obey you when you blow cigar smoke into her face, just like I did in the bathroom, and just like—” She exhaled another thick, gray stream of smoke, smiling as the professor’s eyes glazed a little when she purposely took a deep breath to smell the smoke around her. “—I’m doing to you now.” Sarah leaned closer to her mistress’ pussy.
“No, I couldn’t,” the professor protested, whining. She knew it would be wrong to control anyone’s life that way, especially her own daughter’s. It feels good to command hypnotized slaves. I want to command hypnotized slaves.
“Yes, you can. You know you want to.” Sarah gave her mistress’ clit a quick lick.
The professor couldn’t believe the sensation running through her body. “Ahhhh, no, I can’t, it’s wrong, it’s—it’s evil.” It feels so good to be evil.
“Yes, it is evil, and that’s part of your nature. To be evil.” Sarah licked her mistress’ clit again, then dragged on her cigar and blew smoke into her face, and the professor’s pupils dilated a little.
“Nooo, I… I’m not evil.” Professor Beck couldn’t stop the thoughts rushing into her mind, thoughts of Brenda kneeling, eyes blank, saying, “Yes, mistress, I must obey.” And it made the pleasure even stronger. I want to command hypnotized slaves. It feels so good to be evil.
Sarah blew more smoke into her mistress’ face. “Smoking is so sexy. You like to smoke. You must smoke. You are sexy when you smoke.”
“No!” cried Joan, “smoking is horrible! It’s an evil habit!”
“Yes, Mistress,” agreed Sarah. “It is soooo… evil. And soooo… sexy. “Smoking is so sexy. You like to smoke. You must smoke. You are sexy and evil when you smoke.” She bathed her mistress in more cigar smoke, and the professor’s eyes fluttered in response.
“Smoke… sexy…. No, no! It’s evil!”
“You are evil and you enjoy it.” Sarah pushed her face deep into her mistress’ crotch and started rolling her tongue around her clit. “You are the mistress. You want to be the evil mistress. You want to control others. You need to control others,” she chanted between licks. “Smoking is so sexy. You like to smoke. You must smoke. You are sexy when you smoke.”
The professor felt like her body had been pricked with a thousand pins and thoughts ran through her mind too fast to comprehend… I want to be evil. It feels so good to be evil. I want to make hypnotized slaves and command them. It feels so good to be the evil mistress… Smoking is so sexy. I like to smoke. I must smoke. I am sexy when I smoke. I want to be evil. It feels so good to be evil. I want to make hypnotized slaves and command them…
Sarah could feel her mistress’ pre-orgasmic convulsions and continued rolling her tongue around her mistress’ clit, and pumped the dildo in and out even faster.
Professor Beck felt as if her head was going to burst. She screamed, “What’s happening to meeeeeEEEEEE?” and everything went black.
Sarah felt the professor go limp and stopped licking. “You see everything the right way now, don’t you?” she cooed. Professor Beck lay motionless, her mind hopelessly addled by orgasm, and filled with drug-aided suggestion. Her new personality was quickly overpowering her old one. Gone were her morals and ethics, replaced by Joan’s desire to control and dominate. And smoke. Sarah crawled on the bed next to Joan and whispered, “The new you feels good, doesn’t it?”
Joan’s eyes snapped open. She sat up, turned, and gave Sarah a wicked little smile. “Mmmm, it feels fabulous,” she happily, sexily purred, stretching. Abruptly, she looked at Sarah. “You look sleepy.”
Sarah looked at Joan. “I’m not sleepy,” she said, but Joan seemed to be staring right through her. “What’s the matter?”
“I was just looking at how pretty your eyes were,” Joan lied. She took her hand and pulled Sarah’s face so they were eye-to-eye. “Your eyes are very pretty, but you look sooo tired.” She held Sarah so she couldn’t look away.
“I’m not really tired,” Sarah said. Her eyes became fixed on Joan’s, and she did feel just the tiniest bit tired…
“You’ve had a long day. You need to relax.” Joan began swaying back and forth slightly. “Your eyes look so tired.”
“Maybe a little…” Sarah began swaying in rhythm with Joan.
“You are so sleepy… your eyes are beginning to close, Sarah…” Joan started stroking the bridge of Sarah’s nose. “Relax, you’re soooo sleepy… sooo very sleepy…”
Suddenly, Sarah felt very tired and she slowly blinked her eyes. “Sleeeeeepy…”
Joan smiled wickedly. Gill’s machinations had left Sarah defenseless against anyone who wanted to hypnotize her, and Joan was taking advantage of it. The feeling of pending conquest was decadently delicious. It feels so good to be evil. “Close your eyes, dear… You’re so sleepy… so, so sleepy…” She ran her fingers across Sarah’s forehead and spoke in a hushed voice. “You’re so tired… so sleepy… It feels good to relax… relaaaaax and clo-o-ose your eyes…” Sarah’s eyes slowly closed. Joan laid Sarah on her back and continued stroking her finger across her forehead and nose. “Relax… your body is so tired, and your mind is so open.”
Sarah smiled pleasantly. “Mmmm, open.”
“That’s right, your mind is open, and you are very relaxed.” Joan noticed the still-smoldering cigar between Sarah’s fingers.
“Yes, relaxed,” said Sarah, her voice soft and faraway.
Joan took the cigar and looked at it. Dis-gusting? Professor Beck had always hated smoking and the smell of smoke, especially her ex-husband’s cigar smoke, but Joan was drawn to it. Smoking is evil. It feels so good to be evil. I am evil. I must smoke. I love being evil. Smoking is sexy. I am so sexy when I smoke. She sniffed the smoke from the cigar and then put it to her lips and took a puff. Joan coughed a little, and then took another small puff. Suddenly, she realized she had forgotten about Sarah. “Yes, Sarah, you are relaxed and open. You are willing to tell me all about your sister’s power over you.”
Sarah’s smile faded away. “No, I can’t tell anybody what Gill has done to me.”
Joan knew she would have to put Sarah into a very deep trance before she would tell her what she wanted to know. “That’s OK, Sarah. Just relax… Relax. Let your mind relax, and listen to my voice. All you have to do is listen to my voice and relax…” Joan took another puff from the cigar. This time, she fought off the urge to cough. Smoking is sexy. She ran her fingers across Sarah’s forehead and down the bridge of her nose. “Relax. Let your mind drift deeper and deeper.” Sarah’s smile slowly returned. “Good girl,” Joan cooed encouragingly, yet sensuously. “That’s right, Sarah. Relax… Let all the unpleasant thoughts drift away.” I must smoke. Joan took a puff from the cigar and then retrieved the vial with the drug. She filled it with three times the amount Gill normally used. Sarah flinched at the injection and started to undulate right away. “Relax, Sarah… Let the drug wash away your resistance. Don’t fight it…” Sarah’s nipples hardened. “It’s starting to work now. You’re getting very, very horny.” Joan moved her hand down and teased Sarah’s pussy with her fingers.
Sarah moaned, her hips stopped twisting and thrust reactively, seeking more stimulation.
“You’re so horny you can’t stand it, can you?” Joan slid her fingers across Sarah’s now damp pussy.
“So horny now,” Sarah sighed, pumping rhythmically at Joan’s hand.
“Do you want your mistress to make you come?” Joan’s fingers made another pass over Sarah’s pussy.
Beads of sweat had formed on Sarah’s forehead. “Yes, make me come.”
“First tell me I am your only true mistress and Gill is nothing to you.” Joan’s nipples got hard at the thought of total domination over Sarah.
Sarah shook her head. “Nooo, Gill owns me. I belong to her.” Deep in the back of Sarah’s mind, she hoped Joan could release her from Gill’s control, but Gill’s power over her seemed too strong. She didn’t think anyone could actually do it.
Joan slowly rolled her fingers around Sarah’s pussy in smaller and smaller circles. “You need to come. You can’t resist me. Say it. Tell me I’m your true mistress.”
“I can call you my mistress, but I belong to Gill. Gill owns me.” Sarah now understood what Gill had been doing to her when she gave her the drug. Night after night, Gill would inject Sarah and tell her she owned her, that she was her property. I belong to Gill. I am Gill’s property. Gill is my owner, ran through her head.
Joan continued rolling her fingers in ever-tighter circles around Sarah’s pussy. “You hate Gill. You have always hated Gill.”
“Gill owns me. I belong to her.” Sarah wanted to give in so badly, to acclaim Joan as her mistress, but Gill’s programming wouldn’t let her. I belong to Gill. I am Gill’s property. Gill is my owner.
“Surrender to me.” Joan took a drag from the cigar, and then blew the smoke in Sarah’s face. Something about it made her feel sexy… and even more powerful. “Give yourself to me. You cannot resist,” she commanded. “The smoke makes you want to obey me. I am your mistress.”
“Gill created me. She is my true mistress.” Sarah thought her mind would explode. She wanted to give herself to Joan, but she couldn’t get Gill’s voice out of her mind. I belong to Gill. I am Gill’s property. Gill is my owner.
“You must give in to my voice, my smoke, and me. I am your true mistress,” Joan urged, her fingers dancing around Sarah’s pussy.
The sensation sent goose bumps up Sarah’s spine. Her programming surfaced. “I belong to Gill. I am part of her,” she robotically said, even as she writhed on the bed.
“You are part of Gill?” Joan considered that and drew on Professor Beck’s knowledge of psychology. Now she knew how to win control of Sarah from Gill. “Yes, you are part of Gill and Gill is a part of you.”
“Gill is a part of me,” Sarah resignedly sighed, believing Joan had given up.
Joan took one last deep drag from the cigar, filling her lungs with smoke. She leaned over Sarah, put the cigar butt on her nightstand, and then gave her a deep kiss, forcing the smoke into her lungs. “If Gill is a part of you, then she must obey me too.”
Sarah released the smoke with a loud purr.
“The part of you that is Gill will enjoy being my slave, too.” Joan started rolling her fingers around Sarah’s pussy again. “It feels good to obey me.”
“What? Gill obeys?” Sarah was confused. She’d never thought of Gill being hypnotized.
“Yes, Gill wants to obey me too.” Joan dragged on the cigar and held the smoke for several seconds. She kissed Sarah, exhaling smoke into the drugged, helplessly hypnotized woman’s lungs and simultaneously pushed her fingers between Sarah’s legs. “My smoke and my voice will make Gill want to obey me. My smoke and my voice will make Gill obey me.” She took another deep drag and kissed Sarah, sealing her mouth so they both absorbed as much of the smoke as possible. “As the smoke leaves, you and Gill want to obey me even more.”
“Yes! Obey!” gasped Sarah, exhaling fine wisps of smoke, hips thrusting. In her mind, this was a way to break free of her sister’s control. Even entranced, the old Sarah seized on it.
“You will obey me,” Joan evilly purred, giving Sarah another deep, cigar smoke-laden kiss. “Obey.”
Sarah felt as if she had been set free. “Ahhhhhh yes! Yes, obey!”
“That’s right Sarah, obey.” Joan pumped her fingers in and out of Sarah, who pushed her hips in time with Joan’s fingers, trying to increase her pleasure. “Obey my smoke and my voice.” Joan felt incredibly excited at the prospect of totally dominating Sarah. “Give yourself to me.”
The last of Gill’s barriers had been breached, and there was no resistance left in Sarah. “Yes obey, obey, obeyyyy,” she panted, hips thrusting madly in time with Joan’s fingers.
“I am your only mistress. You will obey me over all others,” Joan commanded. She could feel her own sexual heat building.
“Obey you!” Sarah was free of Gill and willing to do anything for Joan. “Yes Mistressssss!” Sarah ecstatically hissed. “My only mistress! Obey only you! Obey you!”
“Tell me you will obey me over all others!” Joan imperiously spat.
“Aiieeee will ooooohhhhhhbeeeyyyy youuuuuuuuu!” Sarah’s voice rose in the bedroom as her back arched, her body on the precipice. She couldn’t get enough air to finish the sentence Mistress had given her.
Joan could feel herself getting increasingly wet, and what Sarah had said was good enough—for now. “Come for me,” she hissed. “Come for your mistress!”
Sarah screamed, “Yes mistress! AaaaiiiiiEEEEEEEEEE-SHIT!” and shuddered uncontrollably.
Suddenly, Joan felt her own body start to shake and her pussy became drenched. “Ohhhh, yes, you’re all mine now, Sarah…” Joan loved the feeling of conquest and complete mental domination so much that as Sarah had an orgasm, so did she. It feels so good to command hypnotized slaves. Sarah finally went limp and lay on the bed, smiling with completely unfocused eyes. Joan staggered into the bathroom and discarded the cigar butt in the toilet. Her robe slid onto the floor and she evaluated her reflection in the mirror. “I look so fucking drab. I need a new, sexy look.” She climbed into the shower.
***
Brenda walked into the living room with no memory of what had happened upstairs. She woke Amy up. “Here’s a pillow. We’ll both have to sleep on the couch.”
“Oh, thanks. Sure, it’s a big couch. There’s plenty of room.” Amy snuggled into the pillow and went back to sleep almost immediately.
Brenda covered Amy with a blanket, and then crawled under it, lying at the opposite end of the couch. “Night-night.” The two women slept with their heads at opposite ends of the couch with their legs intertwined.
***
Joan stepped out of the shower and then took another long look at herself in the mirror. “I look like an old woman. I need to change my look.” She got her hairbrush and started trying different styles but ended up pulling her hair into a tight bun. “I’ll worry about my hair later. I’ll see what I can do with my makeup.”
As Joan looked at herself in the mirror, Sarah staggered into the bathroom, still wobbly from her mistress’ ministrations. “Mistress, is something wrong?” Sarah asked.
“I want a makeover,” Joan said. She turned her head from side to side trying to get an idea of what she wanted to do with herself. “I want people to recognize me, but I want a different—sexy—look.”
Sarah smiled and licked her lips. “Mmmm, I can fix you up. I’ll make you look like a sexy version of yourself. How’s that?”
Joan turned and looked at her. “What did you have in mind?”
“Come into the bedroom. Let me do your makeup,” Sarah said, giving Joan a wicked smile as she picked up a makeup case. “This will take a while, but I think you’ll love it.”
Joan gave Sarah a sinister little smile, and said, “Good! While you’re giving me a makeover, you can tell me everything about you and your sister. Tell me about who you used to be, and how Gill has changed you.” Sarah started putting makeup on Joan and telling her everything she could remember about her old life, and how Gill had drugged and hypnotized her.

It Feels Good to Be Evil

It Feels Good to Be Evil
Down in the living room, Brenda and Amy were sleeping, but it was not a sound sleep. Amy was still dreaming about the movie. She was the heroine, but she was not resisting being transformed into an evil witch. She welcomed the transformation. The idea of being wicked had a powerful appeal to Amy’s normal personality. She had always been afraid to do anything that might be considered improper.
Brenda’s dream was about Sarah and her mother. She was dreaming her mother and Sarah were becoming the same person, evil and dominating. Brenda wanted her mother to fight the change, but she could do nothing to stop it. As the dream continued, Brenda watched helplessly as her mother became just like Sarah. And then… her mother was transforming her… just like Sarah did… and then Brenda saw herself, made up, looking sexy and smoking a long, brown cigarette, with a great big evil smile on her face because she not only accepted what her mother had done to her, she loved it. She awakened with a jerk. “Oh my, what a dream!”
Because of Brenda’s jerk, Amy quickly sat up. “What? What’s going on?” she asked, frightened.
Brenda sat up. “Oh, I’m sorry, I had a bad dream. It’s ok, you can go back to sleep.”
Amy picked up the TV’s remote control and turned it on. “No… I’m awake now. I think I’ll watch some TV, if you don’t mind.”
Brenda turned to face the TV, too. “No, I don’t mind.” It was a horror flick, with an alien who appeared to the crew as a beautiful, irresistibly sexy woman smoking with a cigarette holder. “She is so sexy,” thought Brenda. Her subconscious added, “when she smokes. It’s the cigarette holder. You need to have a cigarette holder.” She was so sexy they did whatever she wanted. A craving for a smoke hit her, but she forced herself to watch the movie. “People would do anything for you if you smoked with a cigarette holder, just like her,” her subconscious stealthily wove into her thoughts. The spaceship crew eventually killed each other over the super-sexy alien, and the movie ended.
Amy was already asleep again, so Brenda, drowsy herself, turned off the TV. Without the noise and the light, Brenda fell asleep, leaving her subconscious free to make its impression on her. Smoking is so sexy. I like to smoke. I must smoke. I am sexy when I smoke. Smoking… with a cigarette holder… is so sexy. I like to smoke. I must smoke. I am sexy when I smoke… with a cigarette holder... Smoking with a cigarette holder… is so sexy. I like to smoke with a cigarette holder. I must smoke with a cigarette holder. I am sexy when I smoke with a cigarette holder... She woke up with a jerk, awake and craving a More menthol 120—in a cigarette holder. I am so sexy when I smoke with a cigarette holder. People would do anything for me when I smoke with a cigarette holder… I can make Amy do anything for me when I smoke with a cigarette holder…
***
Upstairs, almost an hour had passed and Sarah had finished Joan’s makeover, along with the story of how she had been transformed into Gill’s twin. “All done. Look. Tell me what you think.”
Joan went into the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror. “Mmm, I look so fucking sexy. Those hormonal college boys won’t stand a chance. Once they’re interested, I’ll make them my obedient slaves.” It feels good to create and command hypnotized slaves. Sarah had put a thick layer of makeup on Joan, making her face look doll-like. She had arched her eyebrows and used a bright blue eye shadow and a thick black eye liner to make Joan’s eyes stand out. Sarah had also used a heavy dark red lipstick and highlighted it with an even darker lip liner. The day before, Professor Beck would have thought she looked like a cheap whore, but now Joan thought she looked fantastic. “You did a fantastic job. I look sensational.” She couldn’t stop looking at herself in the mirror.
Sarah walked behind Joan with another smoldering cigar in her lips. “You look good, mistress, but I will have to finish your makeover tomorrow at the salon.”
Joan turned and took the cigar from Sarah’s lips and put it to her own. “I need a hit off this. It makes me even sexier… and cigars are so powerful.” She took a drag from the cigar, filling her lungs, and then turned back to face the mirror. “Oh my!” Joan couldn’t believe she was looking at herself. “It’s like I’m looking at someone else and I can’t stop watching them.” She blew a cloud of smoke at her reflection. “I find it hard to believe I’m actually smoking one of my ex’s cigars and I enjoy it. Doesn’t it make me look sexy and powerful… slave?”
A small orgasmic shudder ran through Sarah when Joan called her “slave.” Her new mistress was sexy, and looked so powerful with the cigar. Sarah was powerful once with a cigar. She smiled and put her hands on Joan’s shoulders. “Yes, mistress, it’s like you have forgotten who you are and now you’re starting to remember.”
“Yes, remember.” Joan looked deeply into her own eyes and thought. “I need to remember my goal. I needed to do something, but what?” she mumbled, searching her own eyes for the answer. What had she started out wanting to do? It slowly came back to her in bits and pieces. What had brought her to Sarah and the salon in the first place? After long minutes, she finally remembered what Gill had done to her daughter and the other young women, and she knew she had to put a stop to it. Joan took another drag from the cigar and watched herself exhale a plume of smoke from her mouth and nose. “I must stop Gill,” she declared. “I can’t allow her to enslave my daughter and the others.” They should be under my command. They should be my hypnotized slaves. It feels so good to create and command hypnotized slaves. Joan put on a robe and left the bathroom with Sarah at her heels.
“What are you going to do, mistress?” Sarah queried.
“I’m going to do something about your sister. Stay up here. I don’t want the girls to get confused,” Joan commanded, going downstairs. Amy was still awake and sitting in the middle of the couch watching TV. Brenda had gone back to sleep and now had her legs across Amy’s lap. Joan watched them for a few moments without being detected. Neither of the girls seemed to smell the smoke from Joan’s cigar. Finally, she walked up behind Amy and quietly asked, “What’s the matter? Can’t you sleep?”
Amy would have been startled but she was tired; Joan’s voice sounded so soft and comforting. “No, I just can’t sleep.”
Joan walked around the couch and sat on the coffee table directly in front of Amy. “Are you upset about something?”
Amy nervously looked down at her hands. “No, I’m not upset.”
Joan smiled and leaned her face in Amy’s line of sight. “Are you nervous about something, dear?” She knew Amy was intimidated and she needed her to be at ease. “Are you nervous about being in my house?”
Amy looked up. “Well, maybe, but just a little.”
Joan laughed, “Oh, honey, you don’t need to be afraid of me.”
Amy gave Joan a sheepish smile. “I know, but I can’t help it.”
Joan put her hand under Amy’s chin and lifted her head so they were face to face. “Well, you don’t need to be afraid of me. Here, this will help. Just relax and look at my face.”
Amy raised her eyes slowly, and looked at Joan’s face. “OK.” She was surprised by Joan’s new look. “You—you look different.”
“Yes, sometimes at night I like to try different looks.” Joan wanted Amy to focus on her eyes. “What do you think? Is the lipstick too heavy?”
Amy thought the makeup was hideous, but was afraid to say anything. “No, no, it’s OK.”
Joan licked her lips. “What do you think about my eyes? Look closely at my eye shadow.”
Amy looked at Joan’s eyes and thought the eye shadow was the worst. She thought it made Joan look like a cheap whore. “It looks nice,” the girl said.
Joan knew Amy was lying from the way her eyes moved, and resolved to do something about the makeup later. I should have given Sarah better commands for the makeover, but right now, I need to finish hypnotizing Amy and make her my second slave. She continued eye contact with the half-hypnotized girl. “Oh, come on Amy, look closer. Now relax and tell me what you really think.” Amy looked closer at Joan’s eyes. “Relax, look deeper into my eyes.” Joan moved her face closer to Amy’s. “Relax, don’t be afraid of me. Just relax and look at my eyes.” Amy looked deeper into Joan’s eyes. “That’s right, dear, just relax. You don’t need to be afraid.” Joan took her hand and gently stroked the side of Amy’s face. “Relax more as you look deeper into my eyes, and relax more and more, listening to my voice. You see only my eyes and hear only my voice.” Joan held Amy’s chin so she couldn’t look away. “You can feel yourself growing more and more relaxed.”
Amy thought she was dreaming. She couldn’t believe Brenda’s mom would ever wear makeup like that. She could feel Professor Beck’s hand holding her but she didn’t try to turn away. “Concentrate on my eyes and my voice. They are becoming part of you,” she said in a near-whisper, so gently, so soothingly. “You want them to become part of you and you want to become a part of them. You are growing weaker as my voice grows stronger inside you.” Amy still thought she was having a dream but she could feel her panties getting wetter. She couldn’t believe how much this was turning her on. “Your mind is becoming so open to me.”
Amy couldn’t turn away from Professor Beck and felt herself becoming lost in them. She realized she wasn’t dreaming but Joan’s appearance and voice didn’t seem to be real. “No, this can’t be happening,” she said, swallowing, her voice thick.
“Relax, Amy. Don’t resist. You feel yourself becoming a part of me.” Joan ran her hand down the side of Amy’s face. “Relax, don’t resist. You know I am going to control you, and you know that is what you want. You want to submit to me, obey me, be controlled by me…”
Amy felt weaker and weaker with each word. She wanted to look away, but a part of her didn’t. This was her dream coming true, and it was turning her on. She wanted to fight it and she wanted to give in. She wanted to say something, anything, but she couldn’t speak, only listen as Joan told her to submit… obey… be controlled… by Joan… her mistress… Amy swallowed with difficulty, and licked her lips, trying to push the words through the fog in her mind. “Controlled… by… you…” she weakly whispered, her voice as thick as the haze in her mind.
Joan smiled evilly. The girl was ready. She ran her fingers across Amy’s forehead and down her nose, cooing, “Yes, you’re very relaxed and your mind is now fully open to me,” her voice so soft and smooth. “Sleep, now, Amy. Sleep, my pretty young slave. Sleep deeply and obey me.” Amy made a final weak attempt to resist, but her eyes slowly blinked, then closed. She Joan stopped stroking Amy’s face. “Amy, you can’t resist me. You don’t want to resist me. You want to be controlled by me.” Amy moved her mouth as if she were struggling to say something, but Joan took a drag from her cigar and then blew a huge plume of smoke into Amy’s face just like Sarah had done to Brenda. “Remember the smoke, Amy? What does the smoke mean?”
Amy’s eyes slowly opened, dull and expressionless. “I… must… obey. I—I… can’t… resist,” she whispered.
Joan took another drag from her cigar and then smiled wickedly before exhaling into Amy’s face again. “You must obey me.”
Amy stared at Joan unblinkingly. “I… must… obey you.” Joan repeated Amy’s new mantra, and each time, the hypnotized girl echoed more easily until she was stating, “I must obey you,” without hesitation.
Amy was now hers to reprogram. “I am your mistress, your only true mistress. Nothing will stop you from obeying me from now on.” It feels so good to create and command hypnotized slaves. Joan reinforced the command with more cigar smoke.
Amy’s eyes rolled around in her head as Joan used her own skill as a hypnotist to take advantage of Amy’s earlier programming to completely claim the girl’s will. Any resistance Amy had left vanished. “You are my mistress. Nothing will stop me from obeying you,” she pronounced robotically.
Now it was time to take care of her own daughter. “Mmm, perfect.” Joan looked at her sleeping daughter and thought for a few moments. “Amy, slide your hand into Brenda’s panties.” Eyes still vacant, Amy sat back and slowly put her hand inside Brenda’s panties. Isn’t this so evil? Using a hypnotized slave to masturbate my own daughter into hypnotic submission? I love being evil! Joan thought, moving closer to her daughter’s head. “Amy, slowly, carefully, slip your fingers into Brenda’s pussy. Gently pump your fingers in and out and be careful not to wake her.” Joan leaned close to Brenda’s ear. “Honey, this is your mommy. Now listen to me closely. I want you to relax and listen to my voice.” Brenda started to squirm and moan softly. “Relax, baby, you’re ok. Just listen to mommy’s voice. It feels good to listen to mommy’s voice.” Joan turned her head and took a drag from her cigar before turning back to face Brenda. She surrounded her daughter with thick smoke. “Relax, and breathe deeply… Relax and let yourself drift into a deep, deep sleep.” Joan quietly ordered Amy to slow down and be more gentle. Amy obeyed, staring blankly into space.
Joan purred, “You are drifting into a very deep, relaxing sleep, Brenda. You feel comfortable and safe as you drift deeper and deeper.” Sarah had trouble hypnotizing Brenda because of her strong will. Joan was going to avoid that problem by putting Brenda in a deep trance while she was asleep. “You are relaxed and comfortable as you drift into a deep, deep sleep.” Brenda settled down and stopped squirming. “You have nothing to fear. Your mind is relaxed and open, relaxed and open.” When Brenda relaxed, Joan took another long drag on the cigar, feeling powerful, and so very, very wicked for what she was doing to her daughter. And it was exquisite. She surrounded Brenda in a haze of cigar smoke. “You feel so good. Your mind can only concentrate on how good your body feels, and how good the wonderful cigar smoke smells, and how pleasant my voice sounds… You must concentrate on my voice. Let my voice become your thoughts as you smell the cigar smoke and remember what you must do…” Joan puffed on the cigar, filling the air with an enormous gray cloud of smoke. Brenda showed no signs of resisting. She just lay on the couch with a pleasant smile on her face. “You will obey me. You must obey me. I am your mistress, your one and only mistress.” Joan took a drag from her cigar and blew more smoke at Brenda. “The cigar smoke makes you obey me. You will obey me. You cannot resist me. I am your mistress. Do you understand?”
With no hesitation, Brenda softly replied, “I must obey you. You are my mistress.”
Joan leaned back and started laughing evilly. Now Brenda was her slave, too. It feels so good to create and command hypnotized slaves. That was three. “Yes, you will obey my every command.”
Brenda had no will to resist. “I will obey your every command.”
Joan loved how good it felt to be so evil that she would even corrupt her own daughter. Her pussy began to get wet again. “Both of you stand up.” Brenda stood up, and then Amy stood next to her. Joan stood in front of the two women. “You have alter-egos who like to drink and smoke?”
Both women answered in weak, flat-toned voices. “Yes.”
“Smoking is so sexy. You like to smoke. You must smoke. You are sexy when you smoke,” Joan smiled evilly. “Obey me.”
“Yes… Mistress,” they slowly replied, and repeated, “Smoking is so sexy. I like to smoke. I must smoke. I am sexy when I smoke. I must obey you.” 
“Excellent,” Joan snapped. “Those alter egos are going to slowly become your true personalities.” Smoking is evil. It feels so good to be evil. It feels so good to create and command hypnotized slaves. Joan took a drag from her cigar, and exhaled into both girls’ faces. She had a sudden inspiration: Sarah told her Gill thought women smoking cigars was disgusting. Somewhere in the back of her mind, Professor Beck agreed. However, Joan realized if Gill only smoked cigarettes, tying the girls’ hypnotic obedience to cigar smoke would let her override anything Gill did with smoke. Good thing my ex left these here. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be so sexy and powerful and evil! Her legs and pussy quivered from the images in her head. I must finish creating my hypnotic slaves… “The cigar smoke makes you want to obey me. You will always obey my cigar smoke, no matter what Gill says.” Joan dragged again, snap-inhaling, and then exhaled forcefully at her new acquisitions. “Each time you smoke or drink or have sex, your alter-egos will become a little stronger until they are your real selves. Do you understand?”
Again, both women answered in the same weak, flat tones. “Yes.”
“You will not resist the changes. Just like you will not resist me. You live to obey me and my cigar smoke.” Joan took another drag from her cigar and swamped them in its thick smoke. “Do you understand?”
“Yes, live to obey you… and your cigar smoke,” both women replied, almost exactly in sync, and Joan’s clit pulsed strongly in response. I need to have my pussy licked again, thought Joan. Her mind flickered to Sarah. No, already had her. She looked at the two girls standing in front of her, their eyes vacant, and her clit pulsed even more strongly. Joan smiled in evil anticipation.
“Amy, have you licked another girl’s pussy before?” The thought alone made Joan tingle.
“Yes, mistress,” woodenly replied the girl.
“Brenda, have you?”
“I—I—I—” her daughter stuttered, obviously still aware on some level she was about to confess something to her mother.
Joan drew on her cigar and exhaled forcefully, almost obscuring her daughter’s face. “Breathe my cigar smoke, Brenda,” commanded Joan. “You know what the cigar smoke means. Tell me what the cigar smoke means.”
“I—must—obey,” was the robotic answer.
Joan sternly rejoined, “I command you to tell me: have you licked another woman’s pussy before?”
“Yes—mistress.”
Now Joan’s snatch was on fire. Her daughter was a pussy licker! It felt so good to be evil! Just how evil could she be? Could she command her daughter to service her? Her own daughter, licking her pussy, a mindless slave to her mother’s every evil desire! “Lick my pussy, Brenda.”
Brenda hesitated as a small voice inside her told her something was wrong. Her mother noticed, and took a large drag on the cigar. She held the smoke and pulled Brenda, who was spellbound enough to not resist, to her. Joan kissed her daughter as she had seen Sarah do earlier, exhaling the cigar smoke into Brenda’s lungs. The kiss became wanton and hungry as Joan became more excited by the incestuous contact. Incest is so horribly, horribly evil! It feels so good to be evil. She reluctantly pulled back to let Brenda exhale. “Now, Brenda, obey your mistress!” Joan panted. “Lick my pussy and make me come!”
“Yes… Mistress… I… must obey…” Brenda replied, kneeling as Joan undressed in a flash and reclined on the sofa.
I’m commanding my hypnotized slave daughter to lick my pussy and she will obey me and it’s my daughter and this is incest and it’s sooooo deliciously, divinely, EVIL! It didn’t take very long for Joan to orgasm, the thoughts rushing through her head adding a powerful charge to Brenda’s surprisingly skilled oral efforts. She returned to reality relatively quickly. “Slave, stop,” she happily sighed. “Come give Mommy a sexy, horny kiss.” The two women necked for a couple of minutes, with Joan starting to play with Brenda’s pussy.
“Mistress?” asked Sarah, having come downstairs at the sound of her mistress’ ecstatic cries. “You see how horny the drug makes you?” she smiled. “You see how much fun it is to be evil to allow you to fill those desires?”
Sarah’s voice cooled the again-rising heat between Joan’s legs. “Yes, Sarah!” Joan breathed, with her hand still rubbing Brenda’s clit.
“But Gill is coming back soon,” Sarah submissively interrupted, “and you have to fix it so you can take all of her slaves and make them yours and enslave her to your will like you did to me and Brenda and Amy.” She reached for Joan’s cigar, which had only been half-smoked, and re-lit it. Sarah exhaled through her nostrils and blissfully purred, “I am so sexy when I smoke. I love to smoke. I must smoke.”
“Yes,” Joan sighed, “yes, of course you’re right.” Brenda let out a soft peep of frustration when her mother stopped rubbing her clit. Joan thought for a few moments, and Sarah offered her the cigar. Joan took a deep drag, and exhaled into her daughter’s face, cooing, “You and Amy can play now. Mommy has to do some work, my slave.”
“Yes… Mistress. The cigar smoke makes me obey. I must obey my mistress,” said Brenda, her eyes glazed and face expressionless.
Joan put her clothes back on, and stood up, surrounding Amy, and then Brenda, in swirling cigar smoke before she handed it back to Sarah. “Very good, my little pussylicker slaves. Very good indeed. Now both of you sit on the couch and make each other come. Both of you want to get better at licking pussy. Then you will sleep, and when you wake up you will remember nothing about tonight, except you will always obey me and my cigar smoke.” Joan watched the two girls sit back on the couch and slide their fingers into each other, kissing constantly. Turning to Sarah, she said, “Come help me arrange the furniture in my new study.”
For the next few hours, Joan and Sarah arranged furniture while Joan gave Sarah instructions on what she wanted her to do tomorrow when Gill returned home. As the women were finishing, Joan lit a fresh cigar. “Sarah, come here a moment.” She sent a massive cloud of smoke into Sarah’s face. “Breathe deeply, Sarah. Breathe my cigar smoke, and look at your sexy, powerful Mistress.” Joan arched her back slightly as she sent a thick trail of smoke into the air. “Now, Sarah, look deeply into my eyes.”
Sarah’s conditioning made her do exactly that without a second thought and suddenly, she felt… sleepy.
“Yes, just like that, Sarah, my eyes pull you deeper and deeper and as you go into a deep, deep sleep for me. You cannot resist, you do not want to resist. You will obey me completely.”
“Yes…” Sarah’s eyes shut.
“Excellent, slave Sarah. Now, open your eyes, and the only thing you see is your sexy, powerful mistress. Breathe her cigar smoke and it makes you want to obey only your mistress and her cigar smoke.” She kissed Sarah, exhaling smoke.
“Sexy… When I smoke,” breathed Sarah. “Only obey Mistress.”
“That’s right, slave. I am your only mistress. Me and my—” She drew again on the cigar and exhaled into Sarah’s mouth ending with a teasing kiss. “—cigar. You only obey mistress’ voice and cigar smoke.”
“Yes… Obey… Mistress… Cigar smoke,” Sarah dreamily said.
“Such a wonderful, obedient slave,” smiled Joan. “Now I am going to give you commands to help Gill obey me as well. They will be locked away by the cigar smoke. Only my cigar smoke can open the vault where your obedience to me is kept. Do you understand?” At Sarah’s soft assent, Joan permitted herself a small smile. Gill had neither the background nor the expertise at implanting post-hypnotic commands to prevent her from realizing her plan. And then she would be the evil mistress… of everyone.

Joan, Evil Mistress of All

Joan, Evil Mistress of All
The next day, Gill entered the salon at about two in the afternoon. Mitch had to leave early for an “appointment,” and she wanted to make sure Sarah hadn’t screwed anything up with any of her businesses, so she told her sister to meet her at the salon. “Hey, Sarah. I’m back.” She’d surprise him with her dimwitted twin later that night at her place.
Sarah walked from the back room and ran to Gill. “I’m so glad you’re back.” She gave Gill a big hug. “I missed you so much.”
Gill stood back and smiled at Sarah. Then she put her hands on her shoulders and said, “Sarah, look into my eyes.” Sarah looked into Gill’s eyes and went into trance. “That’s good, Sarah. Now look deeper into my eyes and relax.” Gill didn’t need an intelligent Sarah anymore, so she was going to turn her back into a dim-witted, chain-smoking slut. “Sarah, you are finding it harder and harder to think. In fact, you don’t like to think. You like being a dumb little slut, don’t you?”
Sarah looked deep into Gill’s eyes. “Yes, I like being a dumb little slut.”
Gill smiled. “That’s right, you’re a dumb little slut, and you’re happy about it.”
Sarah started giggling. “Yes, happy.”
Gill watched the glimmer of intelligence in Sarah’s eyes fade away. “That’s right, giggle your intelligence away. It feels good to be my obedient little slut. You need to smoke a lot of Mores, just like me, because you want to be me. You can’t be me, Sarah, because you’re not smart enough. All you can do is smoke a lot like me.”
Sarah giggled and giggled until her only thoughts were, My nipples feel good the way they move against my top when I laugh. I need a More. I must obey Gill. I must obey Gill. I want to smoke Mores so I can be sexy like Gill. Smoking Mores makes me horny. I must obey Gill. I’m a stupid, horny slut. I must obey Gill. I love being a stupid, horny slut. I love to smoke Mores. I must obey Gill. They repeated in her mind until…
Gill snapped her fingers. “Stop giggling. Tell me what went on while I was gone.”
Sarah abruptly stopped laughing. She walked to the table, got a More from the pack sitting there, and lit it. “Professor Beck found out what we were doing to the girls and she plans on stopping you.”
Gill couldn’t believe her ears. “Professor Beck did what?”
Sarah took a drag from her cigarette, and then playfully let the smoke flow from her mouth and nose. “She found out what we did to her daughter and the other girls from the college and now she has set a trap for you,” she sang without any concern. She was just telling Gill what Gill wanted to know, and she wasn’t smart enough to realize anything was wrong with this. My nippies sure feel good when my tits move underneath my shirt, Sarah thought.
Gill clenched her fists in rage and then sat down. “How the hell did the bitch find out?”
Sarah calmly continued smoking her More. “Well, she hypnotized me and made me tell her everything about us and the salon.” I’m almost finished with this More. I’ll smoke another one after this one! I can be just like Gill, only dumb… dumm… stup… Oh, I can’t think of the word right now!
Gill shook her head. “I don’t believe this!” She looked at Sarah, who was busy lighting a second More even though she hadn’t yet finished the first one. “Sarah, you must obey me,” she commanded. “You have enough intelligence to remember to tell me what her plan is.” A glimmer of intelligence appeared in Sarah’s eyes. “Now,” Gill said, “sit down, and tell me very carefully, everything she is going to try.”
Sarah sat in the chair next to Gill. “Well, tomorrow, Professor Beck and Brenda were going to come into the salon and me and Brenda were supposed to hold you down while Professor Beck hypnotized you and then she would make you confess to the police.”
Gill laughed. “Well, well. Our good professor doesn’t sound terribly bright. Do you know where she lives?”
Sarah took another drag from her More. “Sure, I have her address written down in my purse.”
Gill got up, grabbed the purse, and started digging through it. She found a cigar and thought, What’s she doing with one of these nasty things? She continued looking until she found the piece of paper with the address. “I found it. You stay here while I go visit the professor.” Gill went into the back room of the salon, gathered a few things, and put them in her purse. Sarah sat in the chair unconcerned, watching herself in the mirror as she smoked, feeling sexy. Smoking is so sexy. I like to smoke. I must smoke. I am sexy when I smoke. Gill came out of the back and rushed toward the front door, ordering, “You stay here. When I get back I need to talk to you!” She left the shop and the door closed behind her.
When Gill drove away from the salon, something flickered behind Sarah’s eyes, and she smiled.
Gill pulled into Professor Beck’s driveway. She looked around for a few moments, checking for cameras or anything like that before she rang the bell. Brenda answered the door wearing old tennis shoes, blue jeans and a gray pullover sweatshirt. “May I… I…” Brenda froze when Gill blew smoke from her More into her face, and her mind went blank as her original programming kicked in.
“Go into a deep trance now,” Gill softly commanded, so as not to alert the professor. “Open your eyes and just act as you normally would and take me to your mother.” When Brenda’s eyes opened, Gill put her hands on the girl’s shoulders and turned her to face back inside the house. Brenda led Gill to the door of her mother’s study without a word. “Now go sit on the couch and watch TV. You will not notice any noise or sounds from this room until I leave. You must obey me.”
“Yes… I must obey you,” Brenda woodenly replied before going into the living room.
Joan was sitting behind her desk in an overstuffed red leather chair when Gill pushed the door open and strode confidently into the room. “Who are you? What’s the idea of just walking into my home like this?” she angrily demanded.
Gill quickly walked to the front of the desk and smiled, “Calm down, honey. We need to have a little chat,” thinking the professor’s boring gray blouse and jacket probably matched her dull personality.
Joan leaned forward in her chair. “What is this all about?”
Gill looked at the high-backed chair next to her. “Mind if I sit down?” she smirked, sitting without waiting for an answer. “Shit! What the hell?” she cried, standing up quickly.
Joan sighed, “I was going to warn you that chair is old and has a bad spring that will prick you if you weren’t careful.”
Gill gingerly sat on the edge of the chair. “That’s all right. Please, I need to talk to you about my sister.”
“Your sister?”
“Yes, my sister Sarah. I know she has told you some fantastic story about me transforming her into the slut she is.” Gill leaned forward, and in a conspiratorial tone, continued, “My sister likes to make things up so she doesn’t sound as—unintelligent—as she really is.”
Joan settled into her chair. “Well, it is an amazing story.”
“Yes, it is. I apologize for her wasting your time. She has quite the imagination,” Gill confessed. “She tells it well, but really, to think I could swing a ruby in front of someone’s face and change their personality—that’s unbelievable, don’t you agree?” Gill pulled a ruby necklace from her purse and let it swing freely in front of Joan’s face as Joan concurred. “This is the ruby she claims I used on her. I mean, really, look at this stone. Sure, it’s pretty, but to think I could hypnotize anyone just by telling them to look at it and relax.” Gill held the necklace closer to Joan’s face. “I mean, it’s beautiful the way it catches the light but to think anybody would look deeply enough into its center to be mesmerized by it is ridiculous.” Joan was watching the ruby as it swung back and forth. Inside, Gill smiled wickedly—she’d done this so many times, she was an expert. It wouldn’t be long before she’d turn the good professor into a slut. “Even though it is relaxing to watch,” Gill softly continued. “Look at how beautiful the stone is. You can feel yourself being drawn in deeper and deeper.”
Joan focused beyond the ruby into Gill’s cleavage, avoiding the amateurish attempt at hypnosis. “Yes, it is very relaxing to watch,” she whispered. Time to steal the narrative. “You can see the glowing red center move back and forth… It’s such a pretty jewel.”
Gill looked at the ruby; the professor was right—the gem was pretty. And it would soon hypnotize her into another of Gill’s stupid sluts. Maybe I’ll turn her into my devoted lesbian slave. “Look how it glimmers in the light. It’s so relaxing to watch,” Gill said, continuing her hypnotic spiel with casual self-assurance born of experience. She was so confident in her ability to hypnotize people she was only half-paying attention, thinking of what she would do to the professor after enslaving her. Soon she’ll be mine, and I can drug her and then I’ll turn her into a chain-smoking slut even dumber than Sarah.
Joan’s hands slowly slid off her desk. “Yes, relax, and watch the ruby. Relax and watch the ruby,” Joan began to quietly repeat in a smooth, confident, yet comforting voice.
Without thinking, Gill started watching the ruby as she continued saying, “Relax and watch the ruby…” She is going to be such a dumb slut…
“That’s right Gill,” the professor cooed, “watch it swing back and forth, back and forth… Relax and watch the ruby.” She began to repeat, “Watch the ruby and relax… Watch the ruby and relax…”
“…Watch the ruby and relax. Watch the ruby and relax,” Gill parroted, absently focusing on the sparkles flashing so brilliantly inside the jewel. After a couple of minutes, Gill was so enraptured by the ruby she didn’t even notice Joan had moved and stood behind her. “Relax, Gill. Watch the ruby and relax.” With one hand, the professor took the necklace from Gill and pushed her back into the chair. “Sit back and relax, Gill. Watch the ruby and relax…”
Suddenly, Gill felt very tired and weak. “Wh-what’s happening to me?”
Joan laughed. “Well, honey, when you sat down, you didn’t sit on a spring. You sat on a syringe full of the same drug you used on Sarah.”
Gill turned her head away. “You can’t do this to me. I won’t let you.”
Joan put her hand under Gill’s chin and turned her head back towards the ruby. “Now, now, you of all people should know it’s no use trying to resist. That marvelous drug is already flowing through your veins.” Joan sat on the desk in front of her and evilly laughed, “Is it in bad taste if I hypnotize you with your own jewelry?” She put her feet in the chair on either side of Gill and opened a box sitting next to her on the desk.
Now Gill saw the professor wore a short miniskirt, and no panties underneath her boring gray blouse and jacket. “W-W-What are you going to do?”
Joan took a large cigar from the box and clipped the end. “You know, I used to hate these things, but now I just love them.” She put the cigar to her lips and brought it to life with a few deep drags. “Smoking one of these gives me such a feeling of power, and I look so sexy with it.” Joan took a very deep drag, filling her lungs completely and then she leaned forward and slowly released it into Gill’s face. “Isn’t smoking so very, very sexy? I’ve just recently started, but you’ve enjoyed smoking for a long time, haven’t you? Answer me, Gill.”
Gill suddenly felt compelled to answer. “Yes, I’ve loved to smoke for a long time.”
Joan took another drag, and slowly released the smoke into Gill’s face. “You like to get women addicted to smoking, don’t you?”
Gill watched the smoke swirl around in front of her face, fascinated. “Yes, women and men. It helps me control them.”
“You like to watch them fill their lungs with smoke as they become addicted, don’t you?” Joan took another drag from her cigar and blew a stream of smoke into Gill’s mouth.
Gill pulled most of the smoke into her lungs. “Yes, I love to watch.” The drug was making Gill feel more and more relaxed.
“You want to watch me smoke, don’t you Gill?” Joan took a drag from her cigar.
Gill watched as the end of Joan’s cigar glowed a bright reddish orange and then Joan blew a plume of smoke into her face. “Yes, watch you.”
“You love to watch, knowing each time I fill my lungs I become more and more addicted. You must watch. You can’t look away.” Joan took another drag.
Gill watched the glow of Joan’s cigar. “Yes… must watch.”
Joan continued blowing smoke at Gill. “You can’t resist pulling my smoke into your lungs.”
Gill breathed in deeply each time she was enveloped in a cloud of Joan’s cigar smoke. “Must fill lungs.”
Joan released another plume of smoke. “That’s right, Gill. Fill your lungs. Pull my smoke deep inside you. Hold it in your lungs. Let it mix with your blood. Let my smoke become part of you.”
Gill pulled in as much smoke as she could. “Mmm, yes… part of me.”
Joan held her cigar in front of Gill’s eyes and began moving it back and forth. “Gill, watch the glow of my cigar. Watch the warm glow. It makes you feel so relaxed and comfortable.”
Gill watched the warm glow move back and forth in front of her eyes. “Relaxed… comfortable…”
Joan could feel herself getting wet from the thought of dominating Gill, and continued swaying her cigar back and forth. “Relax and listen to my voice. You must listen to my voice as you watch the glow of the cigar…”
Gill sat motionless, with her eyes fixed on Joan’s cigar. “Must listen.”
Joan could feel her pussy throbbing with excitement. “You must listen to my voice and obey.”
Gill heard the word “obey,” and deep inside, knew she had to resist. “No, won’t obey.”
Joan took a deep drag and slowly exhaled a huge cloud of smoke in Gill’s face. “It’s too late to resist me, Gill. My smoke is already inside you. It’s in your blood. I’m in your blood. I’m part of you now, and you can’t resist.”
Gill tried to stop herself but she couldn’t. She filled her lungs with as much of Joan’s smoke as she could.
Joan saw Gill take a deep breath and she smiled. “You can’t fight me, Gill. You’re addicted and you can’t resist.”
Joan took another lung filling drag, leaned forward, put her lips to Gill’s, and forced the smoke into her lungs. Gill quickly exhaled and started to turn her head away from Joan but she saw the orange glow of the cigar grow brighter and brighter. Gill couldn’t help herself. She watched Joan’s chest expand as she drew harder and harder on the cigar. Joan leaned forward and again put her lips to Gill’s. Again, she pushed smoke into her lungs and then she leaned back. “Gill, hold the smoke in.”
Gill held the smoke in.
Joan smiled wickedly. “Hold it in. You can feel it mixing with your blood and flowing through your veins. You feel it satisfying your addiction.”
Gill could feel her heart pounding, and her lungs felt like they were on fire, but she held the smoke in. Her head started swimming and little lights flickered in front of her eyes.
Joan took one last leisurely drag from her cigar and then extinguished it in the ashtray. “Gill, you may now slowly release my cigar smoke. Let it flow from your body, and let it take your will to resist me with it.” Gill opened her mouth and watched the smoke drift toward the ceiling. With it, her ability to resist faded into near-nothingness. “Gill, you must obey me and my powerful cigar smoke.”
“Must…obey… you... and your… ci-garrr smoke,” Gill breathed, enchanted.
Joan’s pussy was wet. It feels so good to make hypnotized slaves. She leaned back, spread her legs, and raised her dress, exposing her pussy. “It is time to obey your mistress,” Joan imperiously said. “Make me come—slave.” Gill leaned forward, buried her face between Joan’s legs, and started licking. Then she rolled her tongue around Joan’s clit, stunning Joan with her oral dexterity. “Ahhh! My, that’s—that’s—incredible!” She couldn’t believe how skilled Gill was; Sarah was a rank amateur compared to her sister. Gill continued licking Joan’s clit for a while and then curled her tongue around it like a straw and then began sucking on it. Joan’s body started to tingle and she threw her head back. “Yes, yes, oh yes!” She could feel orgasm approach, but it had never felt this good before. “Ohhhh, I—I love this! Ahhhhhh!” Joan grabbed Gill’s head; Gill pushed two fingers into her and sucked harder. Joan came forcefully, with a prolonged ear-piercing scream and collapsed onto the desk, panting. “Gill, stop,” she ordered with a gasp. After Joan had collected herself and returned to her chair, she smiled at Gill’s blank stare. “Now, slave,” she evilly smiled, “tell me everything about you, your beauty salon, and those wonderful drugs that have allowed you to brainwash the girls.”
***
Sarah sat in a chair at the beauty salon, waiting. As programmed, she had called her true mistress when Gill had left the shop. Mistress had hidden Sarah’s native intelligence too deeply for Gill to find with her limited knowledge of hypnosis. Brenda called the salon to unearth Sarah’s intelligence when Gill had entered her mother’s study. She was no longer a dimwitted, chain-smoking slut, nor was she waiting for her sister’s return. Gill was walking into her mistress’ trap, and a part of the old Sarah felt the satisfaction that comes with revenge. It was her turn to spring her own little surprise on Gill’s boyfriend, Mitch. Gill had told him what she was doing to the girls at the college and overheard her say she had a surprise for him at the salon. Sarah quickly realized he didn’t know what Gill had done to her. He’d called five minutes after Gill left, and Sarah had fooled him into thinking she was Gill. Now, it was time to shut him up. That same part of the old Sarah made the new one lick her chops in anticipation. Time for the kill.
Mitch walked into the salon and saw Sarah sitting in the chair. “Hey, babe!” He walked up behind her and slipped his arms around her, grabbing her breasts and playfully squeezing her nipples. “How are my babies doing?”
Sarah had almost forgotten how good it felt when her nipples were played with. “Mmmm.” She threw her head back into his chest, involuntarily purring, “Mmmm… That feels so good.”
He looked down at Sarah’s deep cleavage. “Gill, you have the best tits I’ve ever seen.”
Good. He still thinks I’m Gill. “Thanks, baby.” She knew she couldn’t let him keep doing this for long, but it felt so good…
He stopped massaging her tits on his own, and sat in the chair next to her. “So what’s the big surprise?”
Sarah took a few deep breaths to compose herself, and then got a cigarette from the counter in front of her. “Surprise? Oh yeah, the surprise.” She lit her More, taking a deep drag and slowly exhaled a steady, thick stream through her mouth just like Gill. “Well, I have to show you, but I can’t right now.” Sarah stood up and walked behind Mitch. “We have to wait for someone to get back to the salon,” she playfully, suggestively suggested, running her fingers through his hair. “How about a little trim while we wait?” Sarah made herself nibble on his neck exactly like she’d seen Gill do.
“OK, but you gotta gimme a hint first,” he panted into her ear. Sarah put a barber’s apron on him and started cutting his hair.
“Well, you know what I’ve been doing to the college girls around here?”
“Yeah, you told me all about that.”
She took another drag. “Remember my sister, Sarah?”
Mitch laughed, “Of course! How could I forget that stuck-up little bitch? I can’t stand the sight of her.”
Sarah resisted the impulse to stab him in the neck, remembering how much she hated Mitch. “You two didn’t get along, did you?” she innocently asked.
“No, we didn’t,” he smiled and suddenly spun in the chair. “Oh my god—you changed your sister!”
Sarah walked away with a smile. “I need to get something from the back room.”
“What did you do to that stick-in-the-mud sister of yours? Did you make her a slut?” Mitch excitedly called.
She returned carrying a small brush. “Turn around. Let me tidy you up, first. You’ll see.”
He turned back toward the mirror, begging, “Come on, tell me what you did to her.”
Sarah brushed the loose hair off the back of Mitch’s neck. “You’ll see as soon as she gets here. I sent her home for some things,” she half-lied. “I’ve fixed it so she can’t resist doing what I tell her.” She pulled a syringe of the drug from her pocket and injected him just enough to make him groggy.
“OUCH! What the hell was that?”
“Sorry, baby. I poked you with the scissors.” She rubbed the back of his neck. “I don’t see any blood. You’ll be OK.” She kissed the top of his head.
Mitch smiled, “It’s OK. Now tell me about your sister. Did you make her a little fuck toy? Are you going to let me humiliate the little bitch?” Sarah could hear him drool.
“Sarah has gone through a few changes,” she said, allowing herself a mysterious little smile. “You may not want to humiliate her. She could be more fun just the way she is now.” Sarah took the last drag from her cigarette, stubbed it out in the ashtray, and walked into the back room again.
“Nah,” Mitch called. “I’ve been waiting to give that high-and-mighty bitch sister of yours what she deserves. Always thinkin’ she was better’n smarter’n you.” He stood up and took off the barber’s apron. “Thanks for the trim, babe. I look pretty damn good,” he said, checking his new haircut in the mirror. “Even if I do say so myself.” Suddenly, he became dizzy. “Oh, shit,” he groaned, collapsing into the chair.
Sarah returned, cooing, “What’s wrong, baby?” She ignored Mitch’s feeble wave to lock the door, put up the closed sign, and pull the shades so no one could see inside.
Mitch shook his head. “I don’t know. I feel light-headed.”
Sarah walked behind him, leaned the chair back and started rubbing his temples. “Here, does this help?”
He laid his head back. “Mmm, that feels good… but I feel so weak.”
“Oh poor baby, here, let mommy make you feel better,” she purred, continuing to massage his temples.
“Mmmmm… that feels good,” he sighed, closing his eyes.
“Relax, baby, just relax.” Sarah was waiting for a chance to give Mitch the rest of the drug. She’d given him enough to weaken him, but not enough to enslave him. When his hands slipped to his sides, Sarah rotated the chair so that he faced her. She leaned over him and put her tits in his face. He slumped forward, burying his face between them, and she slipped the needle into his arm.
“Whoa, baby,” he slurred, “don’t need any joy juice…”
He made a comically slow-motion attempt to stop her, but she finished dosing him without any trouble. “Mitch,” she sang, “open your eyes, little Mitch.”
“What is it, Gill? What the hell have you given me?” Mitch grumbled, blinking rapidly.
“Something that’s going to make you very, very hard, very soon,” Sarah evilly smiled, leaning close to his face. “I want you to look very closely at my face.”
He looked at Sarah for a few seconds. “You look different,” he began. Having her so close was making him really hot and horny. He tried to reach for her, but he couldn’t. He felt like he weighed a ton.
Sarah stood up. “I’m not Gill.”
Mitch stared at her. “You’re not Gill?” He tried to laugh, but his tongue felt too big and heavy. “Then who are you?”
She laughed, “Sarah.”
“You can’t be Sarah!”
Sarah lit another More. “I assure you I am Sarah. That stick-in-the-mud bitch, Sarah.” She took a drag and blew a cloud of smoke at him.
“You kind of look like her,” Mitch mumbled. It was hard to speak clearly. “Even with a boob job, Sarah would never dress or act the way you do! You’re too hot to be that uppity bitch!”
“Do you think I’m slutty?” she asked as she took another drag.
“I… I… wouldn’t say it like… like that.” His cock twitched, and he was unable to keep his inner thoughts to himself. “Yes, a slut. Hot… fucking sexy… and slutty! I love slutty women!”
“You don’t think Sarah could ever be this sexy?” She unbuttoned his shirt and rubbed his chest. “Tell me the truth, stud.”
“Nooo, you’re too fucking hot,” he sighed, unable to resist answering, as his dick grew. “She would never dream of being like you.”
“But I am Sarah, and you’re going to believe me when I’m finished with you,” she said, unbuckling his belt, unzipping his pants, and fondling his cock. “Sarah is doing this to you, Mitch,” she sweetly sighed. He groaned in pleasure as she flicked her fingers around the head of his cock. “Mitch, Sarah wants you to relax. Close your eyes, and let all your thoughts drift away, just listen to my voice. Sarah’s voice,” she whispered. He knew he should get up or resist in some way, but her voice sounded so soft… so good… and her touch was so… hot… and he felt so weak… “Mitch, listen to my voice,” she softly continued, rubbing his shaft, using just a little more pressure across the corona. “You must listen to Sarah’s voice and obey Sarah. You want to obey Sarah completely and totally,” she purred, “because Sarah can make you feel so good.”
“Yes… obey… Sarah… completely…” Mitch breathed, staring at her with enthralled wonder.
Sarah ran her hand down his dick and her fingers across his balls. “Your dick feels so good, and Sarah’s going to make it bigger and harder. You must obey me. Obey Sarah.”
He felt his dick swell bigger and bigger. “Must… obey you. Obey Sarah.”
Sarah ran her fingernails up the length of his dick. “It feels good to obey me, doesn’t it?”
“Yes.” He felt his dick become so hard that it hurt.
“You love how good I’m making you feel right now,” Sarah breathed, weaving her own hypnotic spell on her helpless victim. “As long as you obey me, I will make you feel this good.” Sarah slid her fingers slowly up and down his cock. “You will not come until I command you to. You must obey me.”
Mitch didn’t think he could stand it any longer, but he couldn’t resist Sarah’s voice. “I will not come. I must obey you.”
“Good boy, Mitch.” She took a drag from her cigarette, then looked at him and thought for a minute. “You are very relaxed and comfortable. You feel so good, but so very, very, horny. You want to come so badly you can think of nothing else except obeying me.” He started to squirm and Sarah could feel his cock get even harder. “You are so horny you can’t stand it. You want to come so badly. You feel like you will explode.” Sarah knocked the ash off the end of her cigarette and put it to her lips. “You must obey me, Mitch.”
“I must obey you,” he gasped. His hips started to move, trying to make her masturbate him.
She stepped away from him. “Now, Mitch, the only time you will be able to come is when you are watching me smoke…” His eyes grew wide as Sarah removed her bra. “And play with my nipples…” She moaned as she pinched one of her hard nubs. Enslaving people was so hot! “It feels good to create hypnotized slaves and command them. And when I take a long, slow drag, and exhale my smoke—” She saw him drool. “—You’ll be so ready to come, but you won’t because you have to hear me command you,” Sarah continued, enjoying the pain on his face. She took another long, long, deep drag from her cigarette, holding it for several seconds until exhaling the smoke from her mouth and nose in three thick, silky ribbons. “Mitch,” she sneered, “now you may come.”
Like a dog obeying his mistress’ orders, Mitch’s dick erupted, untouched. He howled at the greatest sensation he had ever felt. He’d never come like this!
Sarah grabbed his chin and pulled it so he was looking into her eyes. “Sarah is the only one who can make you feel this way. You must obey Sarah, Mitch,” she commandingly said.
“Ohhhh-ohhh-bey Sarah!” he gasped, his body still convulsing.
She gave Mitch a symbolic little shove and watched him shake. He finally collapsed into the chair with a loud groan, his cock still hard. She continued rubbing the still-sensitive head and rim, teasing the corona with her thumb, making him shake and moan, cruelly transforming his pleasure into pain. “Beg me to stop.”
“P-p-please, stop!” he gasped.
“I am your Mistress Sarah. Beg me properly,” she snapped, lightly brushing the tip of his dick, keeping a firm grasp of the base so he remained hard.
He arched, groaning in pain. “Please, stop—Mistress Sarah!” She egged him on, feeling herself twinge pleasantly every time he called her “mistress.” It feels good to be the mistress.
Finally, she stopped teasing him and said, “You have no sexual thoughts now,” letting go of the base. “You must obey me.”
“Yes, Mistress Sarah,” he sighed. “I must obey you.” His dick shrank, drawing a cruel smile from Sarah.
“Mitch, how much money do you have in the bank?”
Without hesitating, he answered, “Almost sixty grand.”
She’d heard him brag about how much money his nightclub earned to Gill, but knew little else about it. “Is your nightclub really profitable?” Sarah demanded. “You must tell your mistress the truth.”
Mitch immediately answered, “I clear ten to twenty thousand a year, mistress. It depends on conventions.”
“Mitch, after we get dressed, we will go to the bank, and you will give me five thousand dollars because you want me to be your mistress. Do you understand?”
Again, there was no hesitation. “Yes, I understand. I will give you five thousand dollars, mistress.”
Suddenly, deep in the inner recesses of Sarah’s mind, the last fragment of her old personality accepted her new life.
***
Under Joan’s control, Gill revealed why she had transformed her sister, detailing how she used the reprogramming drug, and the second drug to make Sarah’s breasts big and heavy like hers. Gill hesitated only slightly when Joan demanded to know where she got all the drugs. By the time Gill finished, Joan understood the difference between the shampoo and facial product drug and the much more powerful one that would allow her to rewrite personalities. She also found out what Sarah was like before she became Gill’s dimwitted twin and wondered if she’d done the right thing by letting Sarah have her intelligence back. Only time would tell; right now, she had a more pressing issue: what to do with Gill? “Amy,” she barked, “come here.”
Amy appeared in the doorway. “Yes, mistress?” She no longer looked like a fresh-faced college coed, as Sarah had given her a makeover that morning. Amy’s dirty blonde hair was now platinum blonde, and she wore thick dark blue eye shadow and thick black eye liner, making her eyes look big and seductive. Her lips were painted fuck-me red, accented with lip liner to give the impression of being thick and pouty.
Joan ordered Gill to strip and pulled her legs apart without any resistance. “I want you to finger-fuck her and make her come, Amy. No need to be gentle.”
“Yes, mistress,” her daughter’s former roommate said, and went to work on Gill’s pussy.
“Gill, look at my crystal.” She rotated the gem so it sparkled. Gill started to moan at Amy’s attentions. “Gill, concentrate on the pretty crystal and my voice,” said Joan. Gill might start remembering her old self like Sarah had, so she was going to hypnotize the old Gill completely away. Between that, the drug, and the orgasm Amy was making her have, Gill should be completely neutralized. “Just watch the lights in the pretty stone and listen to my voice.” Amy rubbed Gill’s clit with a practiced touch, and Gill was moaning. Joan couldn’t stop herself from smiling as a now-familiar dampness returned to her pussy and her nipples grew harder and harder. “Gill, you must submit to my will. My words are becoming your thoughts. You must obey my commands.” It feels so good to command hypnotized slaves. I love being the evil mistress.
“Yes… must… submit… to your will,” Gill groaned, writhing as Amy continued to finger her. “Your words… myyyyy thoughts?”
“Yes, Gill,” Joan urged, continuing to spin the crystal in front of Gill’s eyes. “My words are your thoughts. You have no desire, no purpose other than to obey me. I am your mistress.”
“Obey you,” echoed Gill, her eyes glazed and focused on the spinning blue sparkles. “You are my mistress.”
“Yes, Gill, that’s right. I am your mistress, and you are my slave. You must obey me,” Joan began to repeat, and within a minute, Gill was softly repeating the instruction, breathing heavily from Amy’s ministrations.
“You are my mistress… I must obey you. You are my mistress… I must obey you,” Gill chanted, watching the crystal. Nothing existed except the sparkly lights and Joan’s voice. I am her slave. I must obey her. I am her slave. I must obey her. Between the drugs, Joan’s hypnotic skill, and Amy’s masturbation, the last of Gill’s old self faded away. “I am your slave. I will obey your commands,” Gill sighed.
“Now, Amy!” spat Joan. “Make her come!” Amy buried her face in Gill’s crotch and rapidly thrust her fingers in and out. Within seconds, Gill arched her back and came with a loud scream while Joan urged Amy on, coaching her to ease her masturbation. Awash in afterglow and the mind-transforming drug, Gill was ready to be programmed. “Open your eyes and watch the crystal, Gill. Your mistress has some very important things to tell you.”
“Yes... mistress...” Gill panted.
“You’re tired of being the mistress over Sarah, and all those girls from the college. You’re tired of doing all the thinking.”
Gill felt as if Joan’s voice spoke her own thoughts. “Tired of thinking?”
“You don’t like to think,” Joan commanded. “I am your mistress. You must obey me. You don’t like to think.”
Gill gazed at the swaying gem. “I don’t like to think.”
Joan smiled, “You don’t want to have any responsibilities.” She was going to make Gill harmless forever.
Gill moved her head from side to side. “No, I don’t want any responsibilities…”
Joan’s pussy was wet with excitement. “You want to be carefree and just have fun.”
Gill sang, “Juuust have fun.”
Joan laughed. “You have the mind of a child. You have no need to think.”
Gill giggled, “No need to think. Mind of a child.”
“That’s right, Gill, just listen to me and do what I tell you to do. You will always have fun.” Joan put the crystal on the desk. “Close your eyes, Gill.” Gill closed her eyes. Joan got a cigar from the box on her desk and lit it. “Gill, you have a very strong sex drive and you want to have sex all the time, don’t you?”
Gill giggled, “Yes.”
Joan filled her lungs with smoke, then exhaled a plume of smoke at Gill. “That makes you a slut doesn’t it?”
Gill giggled again. “Yes.”
Joan took another drag from her cigar. “You like being a slut.”
Gill smiled. “Yes!” Then she giggled louder.
Joan’s entire body started to tingle with excitement. “You love being a simple-minded little slut.”
Gill’s smile grew bigger. “Yes!”
Joan had to fight the urge to plunge her fingers into her own pussy. “You’re a simple minded child in a very sexy woman’s body and you love the way it feels.”
Gill licked her lips. “Yes, it feels so good! I’m a simple minded child in a sexy woman’s body!” She giggled some more.
Joan’s panties were soaking wet and her pussy felt like it was on fire. “You’re horny all the time.”
Gill began squirming. “Mmmm, yes, so horny…”
Joan could see Gill’s nipples had become erect. “You love to come but you can’t unless I order you to.”
Gill started breathing heavily. “Yes, come. Love to come!”
Joan clenched her cigar in her mouth and started taking deep quick puffs and exhaling cloud after of cloud of thick smoke. “Will you always obey me?”
Gill was panting and squirming in her chair. “Yes, always obey you!”
Joan’s desire to orgasm was almost as great as Gill’s. “You will always obey me. Now come for me.”
Gill’s eyes went wide in shock, and Amy instinctively licked her clit, sending her into another big orgasm. She shuddered, crying out incoherently until Joan told Amy to stop and sent her to sit with Brenda in the living room.
Joan sat in the chair next to Gill’s and spun her crystal over the helpless woman’s unfocused eyes, commanding her to focus on the lights dancing in it. It took obvious effort, but Gill managed to lock her eyes on the gem. “Very good, Gill... you’re such a good girl, obeying your mistress like that,” Joan soothingly praised. “You will always obey me, isn’t that right?”
“Obey my mistress,” she softly gasped, still recovering from her successive orgasms.
When Gill called her “mistress,” Joan’s body started to tremble uncontrollably. “Oh my, I… I… I can’t believe this!” She quickly lost control of her body. Her legs pushed her into an arch against the chair, working on their own. Her arms stiffened away from her body and her hands tightened into fists. The cigar was still clenched in her lips and she puffed wildly, too rapidly to inhale, creating thick clouds after of blue-white smoke. Her pussy erupted, drenching her already wet panties. Joan slumped back into the chair after… however long it was. She ached. “Ohhhh…. Ohhhh… ohhhh fuck! That was amazing!” Joan couldn’t believe she had such a strong orgasm just from watching Gill surrender to her. She raised her head to see if her climax had affected her victim. The other woman was still spent, laying across the chair like a rag doll, her legs spread wide apart, and her arms hanging limply on either side of the chair with vacant, unseeing eyes.
Wow, she didn’t even come out of trance. That’s some powerful drug. Joan couldn’t find the crystal at first, but quickly discovered it had rolled under her desk during her own orgasm. She retrieved it, collected herself, and resumed programming Gill. “Gill, listen to your mistress and obey. You are a horny little girl,” she authoritatively stated.
“Horny… little… girl,” Gill weakly, and blankly chorused.
“Little girls do not smoke big girl cigarettes,” Joan continued.
“Don’t smoke… big…” Gill sighed, her eyes again focused on the crystal. “…big girl cigarettes.” Her voice went up in pitch and became more girlish. “Little girls do not smoke big girl cigarettes.”
“Good girl!” Joan praised. “Little girls only smoke little girl cigarettes, and when they listen to big girls with big girl cigarettes and obey the big girls, they become good little girls, isn’t that right?”
“Yes… obey… big girls with big girl cigarettes. Become good little girls!” Gill giggled girlishly, a dreamy smile coming to her face.
“You will never smoke a More again, those are only for big girls. You will only smoke Capri 100’s. Any 120 cigarette is too grown-up for you. Each time you smoke, you will become very horny, obedient to big girls, and you will forget about controlling anyone. You live to be controlled.”
“Won’t smoke Mores,” Gill giggled again, smiling broadly now. “Mores are for big girls! Little girls smoke Capri 100’s.”
“You live to be controlled. You live to obey, little girl,” Joan reinforced. “You live to be hypnotized. You live to be controlled. You live to obey. Repeat.”
“I… live… to… obey?” Gill asked in her little girl voice. Joan repeated her instruction, more firmly this time. “I… live… to be controlled!” exclaimed Gill, as if discovering something wondrous for the first time. “I live to be controlled!” she repeated with a girlish giggle. “Yes! I live to be hypnotized. I live to be controlled. I live to obey,” she happily sang.
“Little girls can’t control anyone. They can only obey,” Joan emphasized.
“Little girls can’t control anyone, they can only obey,” Gill solemnly repeated with a bright smile, hoping she’d pleased her grown-up mistress.
It is so evil to create hypnotized slaves. It feels so good to be evil. I love to be evil. “Are you a good little girl, Gill?” grinned Joan. It feels so good to create and command hypnotized slaves.
“Yes, mistress!” Gill eagerly replied.
“Good little girls always obey Mistress over all others, especially when Mistress is smoking a cigar,” Joan resumed, blowing a plume of smoke into Gill’s face. Gill closed her eyes and swooned, inhaling deeply. Joan smiled evilly as a new thought hit her. “When big girl Sarah smokes a cigar, little girl Gill will get very, very horny and want to obey Sarah. Little girl Gill must obey big girl Sarah when big girl Sarah smokes a cigar, but little girl Gill can never smoke a brown cigarette or a cigar, do you understand your mistress?”
“Yes, I understand, mistress,” Gill answered, as solemnly as a ten-year old. “I will obey big girl Sarah when she smokes a cigar. It’s gonna make me very, very horny.” Gill squirmed a little in her seat as a vision of Sarah smoking a cigar ran through her mind. “Being horny is fun!” she giggled.
“You will always be a good little girl, Gill. A good little girl for your mistress, and you will obey me over all others,” Joan firmly stated. Frowning at Gill’s increasing motions, she finished, “You will be a good little girl now, and stop thinking about Sarah with a cigar,” interrupting her newest slave’s rising excitement.
Gill instantly stopped moving as if someone pressed an “off” switch. “Yes, Mistress. I will be a good little girl. I will be a good little girl for you,” Gill happily sang. “I will be Mistress’ good little girl!”
Joan nodded, satisfied she’d drained the last remaining bit of dominance from Gill’s psyche. She stood and took a drag from the cigar, exhaling as she slowly walked to the door, aware Gill was turning to watch her, with fawning devotion in her “little girl’s” eyes. “Girls, come on in,” Joan called into the hallway. “She’s ready for you now.”
Brenda and Amy entered the room. “Yes, mistress,” they responded to Joan’s summons. Amy was smoking a Virginia Slim 120, but still hadn’t gotten the hang of french-inhaling. Brenda lit a More menthol 120, adding her own twist—a seven-inch long black cigarette holder. Joan had to admit it made her daughter look sexy, and, impossibly, began to get wet again. I could use some alone time with my daughter. She’s so sexy when she smokes. Maybe I’ll lick her pussy this time, too. That’s so horribly evil. I’m such an evil mommy. It feels so good to be evil.
Brenda had requested her mother make Amy change from Virginia Slims 120’s regulars to Brenda’s More menthol 120’s, “so I can make my roommate smoke the same cigarettes I do, and she can give me hers when I run out.” Joan noted it made Brenda sound like she enjoyed having control over someone. “Like mother, like daughter,” Brenda had wickedly smiled. Soon, Amy would only smoke More menthols because that’s what her best friend smoked.
“When you decide it’s time for you to graduate from those brown cigarettes to cigars like your mother,” Joan smiled, knowing she’d probably give in to her daughter much sooner than that. “Maybe then you can have Amy for your very own. After all, I have my Sarah.” 
With her alter ego firmly in control, Brenda no longer tried to hide her dominant side or her bisexual nature, even though her programming for bisexuality hadn’t been completed. She’d gotten more than a little wet at the thought of having Amy under her total control. Amy already thought Brenda looked so sexy and hot when she smoked her long brown cigarettes through her cigarette holder doing her sexy french-inhales, and wanted to look just as hot. Her own private, mindless little pussylicker, enraptured by the way Brenda smoked her sexy More menthol 120s. It wouldn’t be long before she was smoking them because that’s what her Mistress Brenda commanded.
“Stand up, Gill,” Brenda ordered, taking a drag and leisurely exhaling to the side.
Gill stood up with wide eyes, in excited awe of the two big girls, smoking their big girl cigarettes. They were talking to her!
Joan laid her head back and closed her eyes. “Clean her up and get her dressed.” Brenda and Amy lead an excited Gill out of the room, pausing for Amy to snap, “Be quiet,” to end Gill’s excited babbling. The door closed behind them, allowing Joan to finish recovering in peace. Yes, it was good to be the evil mistress, but sometimes it was hard work. She managed to pull herself up to her desk after a while, took one last drag from her cigar, and sat slumped at her desk with her head down. “I’ve got to practice this super-orgasm thing. I’m going to have too many slaves who will give them to me. I can’t let it poop me out like this,” she said to the empty room. Someone knocked on the door a few minutes later. What now? “Just a moment,” she answered, drawing herself back to a dominant posture. “Come in,” she imperiously said. Mitch walked in and just stared at her. “Who the fuck are you?” Joan irritably asked, her face darkening.
Sarah entered, and Mitch regarded her with obedient adoration. “Mistress, this is Mitch,” she said as an introduction. Turning to him, she commanded, “Mitch, this is your new mistress. You must obey her above all others, including me. Everything you are and everything you own belongs to her. Kneel before her.” Sarah smiled triumphantly. “Now, Mitch, who are you looking at?”
From his knees, Mitch stared at Joan with awe. “My new mistress,” he said in a small voice.
Joan sat, nodding approval to Sarah with a wicked, conspiratorial smile. “Have a seat, Mitch,” she ordered, pointing at the chair. “Tell me about yourself.”
Over the next hour, he told his mistress everything about himself and his nightclub, “Honkers.” When he finished, Sarah suddenly had some magnificent ideas. Mitch and Gill hadn’t dreamed big enough.

Four Months Later

Four Months Later
Joan walked into an extremely crowded Honkers nightclub and was greeted by two tall, shapely, and very sexy, coat-check girls. “Hello, girls.”
The two girls spoke in unison. “Hello, mistress.”
Joan handed them her coat and watched them put it away, pleased with herself. Ten days ago, they were second-string volleyball players at the college. Now they were first-string coat-check girls. “Thanks, girls.”
The two giggled. “Thank you, mistress. Is there anything else?”
Joan smiled no, and walked to the stage, stopping for a short time to watch one of the new dancers. The dancer was announced as Candy Land, although her real name was Diana Walker when she wasn’t working at the club. Diana was a third year theater major and dramatic arts student. Joan waved her over and stuffed a few bills in the girl’s panties, sparing a few seconds to play with her pussy. “Thank you, mistress,” Diana/Candy gasped, losing her place in her routine for a moment or two. Joan nodded regally in response, and waited just long enough to ensure none of the patrons was getting ready to try the same thing. Then she went through a door in the back of the club, heading down the hall, past the dressing rooms and into the office.
Sarah and Gill stood up as Joan entered the office, while Mitch knelt. “Hello, mistress,” they all chorused.
Joan sat down behind a huge desk and immediately started on her notes. “Let’s get down to business. Sarah, tell Brenda and Amy they did a good job recruiting the new dancer. Gill, you did a great job with the coat-check girls’ new look. Their own mothers wouldn’t know them, but Candy still looks a lot like Diana. When she’s done with her set, take her to the salon and work on her hair and makeup. Remember, the girl has two lives now, and she needs two totally different looks.”
“Yes, mistress,” Gill lisped, trying to be cute. She made an effort at being sexy by trying to french-inhale her drag from a Capri, but only managed to look clumsy. Her frustration showed as she waved the smoke from around her face.
Nice job, Sarah, Joan thought. Sarah had taken advantage of the control Joan had given her, and removed Gill’s ability to smoke sexily except when either Joan or Sarah explicitly allowed her to remember how to do it—which they only did to torture Mitch, or to reel in some customer who had a thing for big-titted women who smoked skinny cigarettes. She looked down at Mitch. “Mitch, drive them to the salon and back.” Joan clipped and lit a cigar. “Take her there as soon as her act is finished.”
Mitch replied, “Yes, mistress,” and he and Gill turned to quickly leave the office, obviously excited.
Joan warned, “And no begging her for sex,” stopping both of them in their tracks. “Either of you. She’ll tell me, and I’ll be very angry at both of you.”
Gill and Mitch pouted, “Yes, mistress,” like two little children having been caught in the act, before slowly shuffling out of the door.
Joan smiled, swiveled her chair towards Sarah, spread her legs, and pointed. “I’m so glad I stopped Gill from dominating my daughter and all you other girls.” Without a word, Sarah knelt, pushed her face deep into her mistress’ pussy, and started licking. Joan threw her head back and started puffing on her cigar. “Ohhhh, I’m so glad I stopped that evil bitch from controlling all those poor girls’ lives.”

Eighteen Months Later

Eighteen Months Later
The black Mercedes sedan pulled up outside Aphrodite’s Glen, the former Honkers nightclub. Joan Beck stepped out and turned to her driver, a third string defensive end for the football team, who was holding the door open. “That will be all for tonight, Prentiss. I will find my own way home,” she curtly said. Although the Professor Beck façade was still useful for scouting and convincing worthy candidates to transfer, it was good to be back home after the academic conference. 
“Yes, Mistress,” replied the well-muscled young man. “I live to serve you.”
The response made her clit pulse. I’ll never get tired of that, thought Joan. It’s been almost two years, and it still makes me horny. It feels so good to control people. She went to her left, to the entrance for the new section of Mitch’s old titty bar. Inside, a very handsome, muscular young man in a tuxedo sans shirt and a rounded redhead with a fair complexion and sweet (as Joan remembered) pussy welcomed her. “Hello, Mistress Beck,” they said in near-unison.
“Hello, Charlie; Giselle,” she magnanimously replied, getting perverse enjoyment out of the girl’s orgasmic eye flutter at hearing her mistress address her by name. It feels so good to be evil. “Is Sarah in the house or the office?”
A familiar voice distracted her. “Mom! What are you doing here tonight?” Brenda, dressed in a sleek pants suit with her now-trademark cigarette holder with a long brown More in it, gaily extended from her right hand, happily yelped in surprise. The two of them kissed deeply in a definitely non-familial greeting. Incest… it’s so evil. It feels so good to be evil. “I see you have another new cigarette holder, darling,” said Joan. She looks so sexy. And evil. She’s going to be a wonderful mistress when I retire. She’ll feel so good being the evil mistress.
“Yeah, I’m an eBay junkie. There are lots of ʼem on sale there. Smoking is so sexy. I love to smoke. And I am really sexy when I smoke through a cigarette holder… just ask Amy,” grinned Brenda. “By the way, she’s finally got the hang of french-inhaling, and she promptly went out and got two freshmen girls to come to the salon tomorrow. Come sit with me!”
Although this was a business visit, Joan always had time for her daughter, and let herself be led into the nightclub, filled with middle-aged women. What’s good for the gander… Sarah and Brenda had jointly proposed the idea of making Honkers into a twin nightclub, one side for men, the other for women, a year ago. Sarah’s business sense and Brenda’s eye for style had proven to be a winning combination. Since all the workers were enslaved, labor costs were low, and with all the extra activity in both clubs, profits were extremely high.
Young men in tuxedo tops and tight pants carried drink trays to the tables. A group of well-built, almost-naked young men were dancing on the stage, all of them with prodigious bulges visible. Joan smiled as Brenda led her to one of the VIP booths next to the stage where a tall man sat alone. Brenda slid into the booth on the opposite side from her mother, leaving him in the middle. Brenda took a drag from her cigarette holder, and after a toss of her head, exhaled a long line of smoke into her companion’s face. “Mom, I’d like you to meet Greg. Greg, this is my mother, and she is your mistress as well.” Brenda exhaled more smoke into his face, and Joan recognized the expression on his face even before Greg slowly said, “Yes… Mistress… Brenda. I obey.” Like mother, like daughter. “He’s a visiting scholar in English Lit, and I thought he was cute,” Brenda casually resumed, simultaneously guiding her mother’s hand to the front of his pants. “And he’s got a really big dick,” she added with a wolfish smile. “Maybe if you’re free later we can—have a family activity. I kind of miss being at home.”
Joan smiled at her daughter with motherly pride. She rarely controlled Brenda these days, what with so many others under her power. Besides, if she really wanted Brenda, a simple hint worked well enough for her bisexual daughter, but there was a brand new crop of freshmen (and women) to enslave, only half of whom had been treated to this point, and so there was much more evil fun to be had. She never lacked for amusement, sexual or hypnotic, but most frequently combining both for the ultimate in entertainment. It feels so good to create and command hypnotized slaves. In addition, Brenda had shown herself capable of evil plotting on a grand scale. She’d pointed out that Gill’s monotonic emphasis on sluttishness would eventually become a problem because a town full of collegiate sluts would eventually arouse suspicion. Curious, Joan had allowed her daughter to remove the slutty behaviors Gill had ingrained into Sarah as a test case. The resulting change was convincing enough to start turning coeds into higher-class escorts. Brenda had provided in-vogue style advice, and profits from the men’s side had jumped. However, her daughter had also insisted that they continue to program each coed with the slutty personality. That way, they would always have access to a stable of slutty whores. Only a few girls would be slutty at any given time, and they could rotate all of the girls through the slut phase. That way, they wouldn’t risk overusing or overexposing any of the girls, and Sarah thought limiting the supply this way would drive the price up. Both of Joan’s lieutenants had been right, and she thought Brenda’s evil reasoning showed that she would be worthy of inheriting the family business. “Where’s Amy?” she asked.
“She just left,” replied Brenda. “She’s prepping a private room for the mayor and her party and went upstairs to arrange for the—entertainment.”
“I’ll have to drop in and say hello to Madame mayor before I leave,” Joan smiled, and Brenda giggled in response. The new mayor, and wife of the former chief of police, Pamela Johns-Clayton, was Joan’s devoted slave, and had been elected because of her mother’s total control over several carefully selected people in town. Joan had never liked Chief Johns, especially after she learned just how much money he extorted to protect Mitch and other crooks from arrest. He had also enjoyed Gill’s whores for free. Joan had reprogrammed his wife into a bisexual swinger with a voracious sexual appetite. For good measure, Joan had Pamela drug him, and now the former police chief was a lovesick, completely devoted toy for his wife’s amusement. All she had to do to keep him happy sexually was to give him a handjob on his birthday and fuck him in the ass with a dildo on their anniversary. Right after her election, Pamela had helped Joan enslave everyone in city hall, right down to the lowliest clerk. Immediately thereafter, she’d exempted Aphrodite’s Glen, Beck Tower, and faculty offices at the college from the city’s smoking ban. “How is your roommate, dear?” Joan asked, shaking herself back to the present. She regarded her daughter, looking sexy, evil, and powerful with her long, brown cigarette in one of her ever-present cigarette holders. She doesn’t need to smoke cigars. Smoking is so sexy. I like to smoke. I must smoke. I am sexy when I smoke.
“The same mindless, submissive, cute little pussylicker you taught me how to make,” Brenda smiled, feeling her pussy quiver at the thought of Amy, naked, with her arms outstretched, kneeling as she blankly said, “Yes, mistress. I will lick your pussy. I must obey my mistress…”
“Exciting, isn’t it?” Joan rhetorically asked, drawing a blush from her daughter. “Creating and commanding hypnotized slaves—isn’t it absolutely—evil?”
“I love to create and command hypnotized slaves,” Brenda blissfully sighed, triggered by her mother’s post-hypnotic command. “I love being evil. It feels so good to control other people. I must control other people. It feels so good to be evil. I love to make hypnotized slaves and command them.”
“That’s right dear,” Joan said. “Soon you will be just like Mommy, and you will have slaves of your own everywhere you turn. You want to be just like Mommy.”
“I want to be just like Mommy. I want to control people. I will control people. It feels so good to be evil. I love to make hypnotized slaves and command them.” Joan snapped her fingers, and Brenda blinked. “What was I saying?” she looked around and gave her mother a sheepish smile. “Guess I’m letting Greg and dancer number one—” Brenda pointed at the male dancer closest to them. “—distract me.” She shrugged. “As good as Amy is, I still like dick.”
Joan smiled and said she understood. I feel the same way, and I have both Sarah and Gill. Gill still licks pussy better than anybody in town—and that’s a lot of people. She sighed, “However, I do need to go to the office and speak with Sarah. Enjoy your—companion.” She glanced up at the stage. “Oh… find out if dancer number one has any commitments tomorrow. If not, send him to the front desk to await my call.” Joan paused and grinned, “You have excellent tastes, sweetie.”
Brenda giggled, “Yeah, well, like mother, like daughter.”
The family business will be in good hands when I retire. Joan walked past the stage and through a side door, taking the elevator upstairs to the office. The new, intelligent Sarah was one hell of a businessperson, and she and Brenda kept day-to-day operations flowing smoothly. Joan opened the door to the smell of cigar smoke and heard several female voices say, “I must obey the smoke. The smoke makes me obey.”
“Very good,” Sarah said. “Now go and do your mistress’ bidding.” On their way out, the six girls and three guys stopped when they saw Joan.
“I will obey Mistress Beck before all others,” they all said.
My own little cult of slaves. Now that’s exciting. Joan recognized Amy in the group, a freshly lit long brown More between her fingers. “Amy, stay here. The rest of you entertain the mayor and her guests well.” I love to make hypnotized slaves and command them. It feels so good to be the evil mistress…
“Yes, Mistress Beck,” came the chorus, and the group continued into the elevator.
Sarah stood for her mistress. Now that she was herself again, she’d had her breasts reduced slightly by her former doctor, the cigar-smoking one she’d enslaved while Gill was transforming her. Her hair was blonde again, she’d lost the weight Gill had caused her to gain, and she’d regained much of her former sexiness. No longer prisoner to Gill’s slut fetish, she now wore stylish, custom-fit, designer business suits appropriate for her position as chief operations officer of Aphrodite’s Glen, Incorporated. Despite how powerful it made her feel and appear, smoking cigars still made her insanely horny. Nevertheless, she still kept a humidor of fine cigars in her house, one here in the club’s office, and one in her executive suite in the Beck Towers building downtown. She’d resigned herself to being forced to pick her spots with cigars, but continued to smoke Mores. She looked sexy with the long brown cigarettes, too. Smoking is so sexy. I love to smoke. I am sexy when I smoke. Nate, her boyfriend/pet/slave (occasionally hypnotized when Sarah was in the mood) had a More fetish before meeting Sarah, so he was easy prey, and made her happy without having to be hypnotized. Still, variety was good, especially when you had a stream of beautiful girls and handsome men under your control.
“So why Amy?” Joan immediately snapped, annoyed that Sarah would command Brenda’s slave.
“Special request, Mistress,” replied Sarah. “Mayor Johns-Clayton is quite taken by her. Brenda said I could use Amy whenever I needed, and I figured it would help the city council see things our way for the new manufacturing plant.”
“Oh,” said Joan. “Amy, go seduce the mayor.”
“Yes… Mistress Beck,” the young woman blankly replied, taking a long hit from her More and french-inhaling smoothly. She exhaled slowly through her mouth and nose with fuck-me in her eyes before leaving.
“Welcome back, Mistress,” Sarah resumed when they were alone. “I have some bad news. We need to speed our manufacturing efforts up because John died a couple of days ago. We’re going to run out of drug much sooner than we thought.”
“Died? How?” Joan was worried. No more drug meant no more brainwashing. No more brainwashing… no new hypnotized slaves to control. And if somebody was on his trail and offed him…
“Would you believe the idiot was texting while driving?” Sarah replied with a snicker.
“Oh,” Joan exhaled with relief. “At least I don’t have to worry about the Feds or some drug cartel coming after us. You can’t command against native stupidity, I guess.” she said. “But I was hoping he would be under our control for a long time and providing us with as much drug as we wanted. How many doses do we have left?”
“Between fifteen and seventeen hundred single doses, Mistress, but with his improved formula we’ve been using almost five doses per person per sitting to brainwash them faster,” answered Sarah. “They’re smoking and drinking and obeying us after one session, fucking for us after two. We’re completely enslaving victims in four or five days instead of the seventeen to twenty-four it took when my sister was running things. We don’t have enough to finish the whole freshman class, even at the old rate.” She re-lit her cigar. “Mistress? Would you like one of these? Sandra Vallejo brought them back from Cuba for me over her fall break.” She snickered, “Customs never thought to inspect a woman’s luggage for illegal cigars.”
“Yes, Sarah, I would. Thank you.” Joan replied. She continued talking as she prepared the cigar, a six-inch, forty-eight ring Maduro. The thick, spicy smoke of Maduros were great for smoke enslavement. I love creating and commanding hypnotized slaves. “And how is Professor Mikkelsen coming along?”
“She’s had no luck with concentrating the formula more than it already is, but she’s very close to reliably replicating the active ingredient. Shouldn’t take her more than two months, tops, to reproduce what we got from John. She also says thank you for the Chemistry department chair.”
“Now that John’s dead, she’s one of our most important slaves. How is her training coming along?”
“We made a lot of progress while you were gone, Mistress,” Sarah replied. “As you know, she accepted a lot of our commands right away, but we couldn’t get her to start smoking. I’m happy to report that she’s smoking Nat Sherman Cigaretellos, and inhaling more deeply every day,” Sarah proudly replied. Joan gasped in surprise. Selena Mikkelsen had been one of the staunchest antismokers in the school, and even the mind-rewriting drug hadn’t been able to change that. “Your daughter,” Sarah beamed, “got Selena to tell her the two students who turned her on the most, and then reprogrammed them to respond to a woman who smoked brown cigarettes in a cigarette holder.” Gee, I never would have guessed, thought Joan sardonically. “We gave her the mind-reprogrammer, and while I did the stimulation, we made her watch her dream hunks respond to Brenda’s smoking. We also played a CD Brenda custom-made for the professor. It’s a slight adaptation of the one you made for resistant non-smokers. After two nights of this, Brenda gave her a holder, the Cigaretellos, a lighter, and the drug, and we left her alone with her two hunks. A camera recorded everything for us.”
“And?” Joan asked, impressed by Brenda’s psychological insight and creative manipulation. The family business would definitely be in good hands. Maybe I can even retire early. 
“Professor Mikkelsen tried to get the boys to help her with her horny problem, but it didn’t work. Then she picked up the holder. Still nothing. She put the cigarette in, and the boys showed some signs of interest, but not enough to do anything useful. Then she had one of them light the cigarette. Boom! Two hard boys, ready to fuck,” Sarah grinned. “I don’t know how she did it,” Sarah admiringly continued, “but Brenda fixed the boys so that Serena had to start inhaling to get the same reaction after that first time.” Joan nodded in appreciation of her daughter’s deviousness. “There is one side effect, though. Brenda thinks it’s from the CD.” Joan cocked her head. “Selena’s looking at your daughter like Amy does. It looks like she’s getting closer to licking pussy every day,” grinned Sarah. Joan laughed when Sarah added, “I think Brenda likes the idea of having her freshman chemistry teacher as a pussy-licking slave.” It feels good to command hypnotized slaves. Brenda will come to enjoy enslaving people and making them obey just as much as I do.
There was a knock at the door. Sarah called, “Come in!” before apologizing, “Sorry, Mistress. I wasn’t expecting you, so I arranged for some… personal entertainment. I sent Nate out of town to follow up on John, and I found something… that might intrigue you.” A nerdy-looking black kid entered. She drew on her cigar as she walked to him, and exhaled a thick cloud into his face. He moaned, looking ecstatic. “This is our newest recruit, Percy.” Sarah whispered into his ear, and the kid dropped his pants. She puffed hard on her Maduro and kissed him, forcing the cigar smoke deep into his lungs. He reacted, and Joan understood the reasons for Sarah’s—interest. The nerd’s cock was huge! “We’re getting some customer demand for—this. It’s rare enough that we can charge a fortune. Percy’s eighteen, and last night was his first time,” Sarah wickedly grinned. “And second… and third. He doesn’t take long to recover.” She returned her attention to the kid. “Look at my big tits, Percy,” she intoned. “You love my big tits, and obey my cigar smoke.”
“Yes, I love your big tits,” he breathed, “and obey your... cigar smoke.” Joan started getting wet. Sarah blew more cigar smoke into his face. “I must obey Sarah’s cigar smoke… I obey Sarah,” he repeated, his massive cock inflating even more.
Sarah led him to Joan, smiling, “Mistress, would you care to—personally—indoctrinate him?” Joan’s pussy fluttered, and she nodded. Sarah surrounded Percy in smoke. “Now it is time for you to meet the woman you will always obey, Percy. Mistress Beck is your Mistress above all others, including me,” she purred.
“Look into my eyes and breathe my cigar smoke, Percy,” Joan eagerly said, leaving him awash in a pungent, thick haze. “Your only desire is to obey. My cigar smoke makes you need to obey me. I am your Mistress above all others.”
“Yes… Mistress Beck… I… obey,” Percy said in a soft, enthralled monotone, adding fuel to the fire between Joan’s legs. I love that mindless, hypnotized tone of voice. It feels so good to make hypnotized slaves and command them. I love being the evil mistress.
She and Sarah took the enslaved freshman into the bedroom behind the office and closed the door to the soundproofed room. Joan undressed while Sarah kept him pliant and hard with the last of her cigar. Sarah looked at the naked Joan as she hungrily eyed Percy’s dick, and warned her it would be very, very difficult to keep smoking. Joan snap-inhaled and kissed Sarah, smoky and wet. Sarah’s eyes went blank. “I… must… obey… my… Mistress,” Sarah whispered, exhaling smoke.
“Yes, my little Sarah, you must obey me,” Joan smiled. “Come lick your Mistress while she gets fucked.” She engulfed her slaves in more cigar smoke, deepening their obedient trance. Heeding Sarah’s warning, Joan took a final, deep, prolonged drag and exhaled leisurely at the ceiling before putting the Cubano into a nearby ashtray. Smoking is so sexy. I like to smoke. I must smoke. I am sexy when I smoke. Her slaves moved as she, the mistress, had commanded. It feels so good to be evil. I love to make hypnotized slaves and command them. It feels so good to be the evil mistress… Joan mounted Percy with a moan, which became much louder when Sarah went to work. I love to make hypnotized slaves and command them. It feels so good to be the evil mistress…
    

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