## Archive-name: rachel6

From: RC <74734.271@CompuServe.COM>

Subject: RC- "Rachel", part 6 (FF mc)

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DISCLAIMER : READ NO FURTHER IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 18 OR IF YOU ARE OFFENDED BY GRAPHIC DESCRIPTIONS OF SEXUAL ACTIVITY. All characters, situations, and locations are purely fictional. Archiving and reposting permitted ONLY if the COMPLETE, UNALTERED FILE, INCLUDING THIS DISCLAIMER, is included. Written 04/96 by RC. Comments and suggestions welcomed.
"Rachel"
Part 6

Sandra held her breath, feeling her heart beating wildly as Rachel whispered her name. Then Rachel's eyelids fluttered closed, and Sandra let out a little gasp. She had done it. She had really done it.

Every woman in the studio was in a deep trance except for her. A feeling of power Sandra had never imagined washed over her, and her body tingled with anticipation. This must be how Rachel usually felt. Totally in control. Totally dominant. Able to acheive total satisfaction.

Not tonight. Tonight it was Sandra who was in control. And it would be Rachel who satistified the other women.

Her face glowing, Sandra's eyes swept the aerobics studio. Michelle was in the front of the room, eyes closed, her leotard clinging to her body. The music had stopped, the room was silent, as Sandra looked at the other women. There were seven tonight, plus themselves and Michelle. Rachel would bring them all to orgasm. One by one. Individual attention. Willingly.

She took a deep breath. It was time.

She leaned close to her employer's ear and began whispering softly.

"Rachel, listen closely. You've been hypnotized. You know it. You wanted this, you've always wanted this, Rachel. Think about it. Deep down inside your mind, you've always wanted me to take you, to give to you some of the things you've given to me. I know you've hypnotized me. I know I will instantly, willingly, go into trance for you any time, any place. The thought of your having that power over me makes me so aroused, Rachel. Does the thought of me having that power over you make you aroused as well?" Sandra bit her lip nervously during the silence that followed. Finally, Rachel whispered yes, and Sandra almost sank to her knees with relief.

"Thank you, Rachel, thank you so much. You're deeply hypnotized now, Rachel, and if you want, you can take yourself even deeper. But do not give yourself any other suggestions, and you must still pay atention to me, you must still respond to my suggestions. Deeper and deeper, Rachel. So deep into hypnosis it seems there is no way out, so deep into trance you don't even want to come out, so completely willing, you want only to do as I ask."

Rachel stood motionless. Sandra had said she could take herself even deeper if she wanted to, as long as she remained receptive to Sandra's suggestions. Rachel wanted very much to go deeper, and she could go very deep indeed. Soon her mind was sporadically giving itself triggers to sink into trance, each time becoming more and more dependant on Sandra to bring her back, because, indeed, Rachel did not want to come back. Rachel was utterly powerless, completely entranced, totally open to Sandra's ideas. And now, Rachel could not even send herself deeper, her mind was too open, too empty, to even consider the thought. Sandra smiled as she slowly removed her workout clothing. Nude, she stepped back, staring at Rachel, at her slack features, her tight shorts, her tight top. Oh, God, this was going to be good.

Sandra spoke softly but clearly. "And now, very slowly, very easily, remove all of your clothing and sink even deeper into trance. Deeper and deeper with every article of clothing you remove. Deeper and deeper as your body and mind become more and more free, more and more open. Deeper. Deeper."

Every woman in the studio thought Sandra was speaking to them. In a short while, the floor was littered with leotards, sneakers, sports bras, and various other items. Sandra was surrounded by nine nude, helpless women. Her clit throbbed wildly, wanting to feel a finger, a tongue, anything.

She remembered lying helpless on the floor of this very studio as these same women had endlessly, mindlessly fondled her at Rachel's bidding, while Rachel herself had attended to Michelle. Staring at Rachel's nude, lithe body, Sandra quickly stripped naked.

Her voice was unsteady, not due to nervousness, but arousal.

"And now, you feel so open, so free. Free to go even deeper. Free to feel even more pleasure. Free to feel so wonderful, more wonderful than you have ever imagined. Deeper and deeper. Deeper and deeper."

Rachel stood perfectly still, her mind a blank, soaking up Sandra's voice as eagerly as the others. She wanted to feel pleasure, wanted to go deeper. Deeper.

Sandra left Rachel where she was and slowly went from woman to woman, whispering softly to them, listening carefully to their muted replies, studying their expressions as they reacted to her suggestions. Three of the women were instructed to shower, dress, and leave, remembering only a very enjoyable workout. As those three slowly collected their belongings and departed, Sandra turned her attention to the remaining women.

Sandra had asked each woman their thoughts on being fondled by a woman. The three she had sent away had expressed doubts, not outright rejection. Sandra couldn't afford doubts, and even though those three women had already, unknowingly, fondled Sandra, they were not ready for what was to follow.

Michelle first. Very softly, easily, Sandra brought Michelle up from the depths of her trance, allowing a feeling of heaviness, of lethargy, to remain with her. She gave one last instruction then awakened the studio owner. Michelle blinked, and looked around in confusion. Seeing Sandra, Rachel, and four nude women, Michelle looked down to find herself nude as well. Her face flared, and she looked up into Sandra's burning eyes.

"Michelle. Please. Tell me I wasn't wrong about you." Sandra's voice had a twinge of pleading in it.

Once again, Michelle's eyes swept over the room full of firm flesh. She looked back at Sandra, back into her eyes, finding them so comforting somehow. Comforting eyes. So nice. A feeling of deja vu washed over Michelle, and for some reason she found herself becoming almost sleepy. Sandra reached out to her, took her in her arms, and kissed her.

After an instant of panic, Michelle kissed back. Again, a feeling of familiarity came over her, like she had been here, done this. Had she? Was it possible that Rachel's power was so great that they had all been her sexual slaves?

As she felt Sandra's finger slide into her pussy, Michelle stopped wondering about how it all happened. It was happening, and that was all that really mattered.

Their embrace didn't last long. One last kiss, one last rub of Michelle's hard clit, and Sandra stepped away. "You won't be sorry", she whispered with a smile. "I'll save you for last."

At that, she went to the other women, awakening them one by one, leaving them as well heavy and lethargic. So relaxed, so calm.

But wide awake and alert.

Four nude women looked curiously at each other, their faced gradually reddening. They looked at Michelle, their instructor, then at Sandra. Then all eyes turned to Rachel, still mesmerized, still motionless, still nude.

Sandra spoke quietly.

"Rachel, listen carefully. In a moment you will open your eyes. All that you see, all that you hear, will increase my control of your mind. You will be aware and alert, feeling as if you are awake and out of trance, but your mind will instantly respond to my commands. You want to do this, Rachel. Tell me how much you want to do this."

The others stared at Sandra in amazement. How had she gained control of the woman who had allowed them to relax so completely? Their jaws dropped as the entranced woman mumbled, "I want very much to do this for you."

"Open your eyes now, Rachel, and come over to me."

Slowly, Rachel's mind clicked back into gear as her eyes opened. She looked around slowly, confused. What had happened? Why was everyone nude? Had she already given them their triggers, she wondered? Something was wrong.

Sandra. Where was Sandra? She looked around, her gaze coming to rest upon her lovely young receptionist. Sandra was smiling at her, a knowing smile. Rachel felt a chill as the realization of what was happening hit her.

"Sandra....you.........." Her voice trailed away, and she stared at the now blushing Sandra in admiration. "You did it. I knew you would some day. I just knew it. Oh, Sandra........" Rachel stumbled towards Sandra, and Sandra was amazed to see tears in her eyes. Rachel reached her, held her, kissed her tenderly. "Oh, Sandra, this is so wonderful." She wrapped her arms around the startled woman and hugged her tight.

Sandra spoke softly. "You are a very good teacher, Rachel. You did teach me well, and I learned well. We are not equal, and I don't know if that will ever happen. But right now, you are my student. Is that clear?"

Rachel gladly, tearfully, nodded her head. "Yes, dear. Oh, Sandra, dear, yes, I understand. It's very clear. Oh, Sandra, love..."

Sandra's voice changed.

"Rachel. Do not speak unless you are asked. Kneel."

Rachel froze, her mouth open, her voice faltering. Slowly, she sagged to her knees before Sandra, staring up in wonder.

Sandra smiled and stepped back. She motioned for the first woman to take her place. Grinning nervously, the young redhead stood in front of Rachel, spread her legs, and looked at Sandra questioningly.

"What do you want her to do?", Sandra asked lightly. The woman looked back at Rachel, her eyes shining. She had no memory of anything that she had done while entranced, but there was something about this woman kneeling in front of her....

"Tease me. Make me crazy, then make me cum."

Rachel looked up at the woman, then at Sandra. Sandra stared into her deep dark eyes and merely nodded. Rachel understood, and nodded acceptance of the unspoken command. Slowly, she stood, and reached for the redhead.

For the next half hour, the redhead trembled as Rachel's talented hands glided across her skin. Every nerve ending in her body lit up like a Christmas tree, and she was shaking uncontrollably. This was incredible. Rachel was all over her, and she had been on the ragged edge of climax for the past ten minutes. But Rachel hadn't allowed her to cum yet, she had just kept her at the edge, almost there, almost there, playfully teasing, keeping the redhead in esctatic agony.

Rachel glanced over at Sandra again. Sandra had been watching intently, as had the other women. Sandra nodded slightly.

Rachel pressed her face against the redhead's thick mass of pubic hair, her tongue wagging wildly, hitting the target time afer time. The redhead's eyes opened wide, staring up at the cieling, and her arms became stiff, stretching to the side without purpose. Her mouth dropped open, but for some time no sound escaped, and her jaw moved silently. Then a low moan formed deep inside her, growing as the fire spread through her body into a wild scream of abandon. Her body spasmed, head rocking back and forth. As Rachel drove her past the edge, far over the edge, the redhead's mind clouded, a faint yellow haze forming. God, this was incredible. Her legs gave way, and she sank to the floor, but this was what Sandra had been waiting for and she grabbed the woman before she hit the floor and lowered her gently, lovingly, to the thickly padded floor of the studio. Rachel never stopped licking the redhead's clit. The redhead lay on the floor, whimpering, her body quivering randomly.

"That's enough, Rachel", Sandra said. Rachel stopped and sat up, looking at Sandra for more instructions. The redhead lay gasping on the floor. The other women were staring wide-eyed, and the scent of their arousal filled the air. Three of them had their fingers between their legs, and the fourth was squeezing her breasts.

Sandra looked at the three remaining women.

"Who's next?", she asked with a grin.

Very late that night, Sandra led a very tired Rachel from the now- deserted studio. Michell, as promised, had had the honors of going last. For more than an hour, Rachel had driven the attractive woman totally wild with non-stop sexual stimulation. At that point, Sandra had joined in, and the three of them had played for quite some time. Rachel had behaved perfectly, never once getting out of line, never once resisting a command.

Rachel climbed into her car and leaned back against the seat. She closed her eyes and let out a long sigh of weariness. She heard Sandra's voice close by, speaking softly.

A few moments later, Rachel opened her eyes. She felt wonderful. Smiling brightly, a warm feeling of pleasure beginning to radiate throughout her body, Rachel happily drove home, climbed into bed, and masturbated. Just as she climaxed, she took a nice, deep breath, and fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning, the first appointment was a male. Sandra didn't bother listening in, she knew Rachel was all business with men. But the second client, a women who was having her first session with Rachel, showed up an hour early.

As the woman settled into a chair in the reception area, Sandra studied her closely. Mid thirties, well-built, well-dressed. Attractive. Expensive jewlery. This would be fun to listen to, Sandra thought.

Not a word had been said that morning about the happenings of the previous night. Sandra knew she could control Rachel, and Rachel could control her. Sandra was not, and may never be, the equal of Rachel, but things certainly had changed, and they would have to talk about it sooner or later. Something stirred inside Sandra as she thought about things.

She looked at the new client again, reading a magazine without any interest, just passing the time. Waiting. Waiting to be hypnotized.

Sandra quietly opened a drawer. She removed an item and closed it again. After a moment, she cleared her throat, and the woman looked up at her. Sandra smiled.

"I'm sorry, ma'am. I was just noticing your necklace. I just got a new one the other day, and I think you might like it."

Sandra slowly stood up and walked around her desk to where the woman sat. Waiting. Waiting to be hypnotized. Sandra held up her necklace and began moving it slowly in a circle.

"I just got it. Isn't it nice?"

The woman looked up at the necklace curiously.

*** To be continued ***

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