Submitted by @uncensoredeloquence
I don’t remember. I can’t recall the induction. I can’t recall the snap of your fingers along with your command. “Sleep.”
I don’t remember your words whispering in my ear, painting a whole new reality. One where you are not you.
I don’t remember how I got here. Standing on this street side.
It’s cold. I should’ve worn a jacket.
I huff a warm breath into the biting night air. I watch the cloud dissipate, my brain desperately trying to come up with an explanation.
I see headlights turning onto this eerily, conveniently, deserted street. Tiny alarms start going off in my head. My heart rate spikes. Adrenaline starts to rush.
I chide myself for the unnecessary paranoia.
I start to walk away from the vehicle. Chin up. Pace brisk. I pat my pockets for my phone but come up empty. Dammit.
I try to steady my breathing. Ball my hands into fists of steel as the vehicle slows behind me.
My brisk pace turns into a casual jog. Shooting up a silent prayer to the star-filled sky.
The vehicle starts to speed ahead and I am utterly relieved. My body relaxes as I slow down.
Too soon it seems.
The vehicle turns on a dime, slamming to a stop.
As do I.
I am stunned. Frozen. Unresponsive as you, a complete stranger in my freshly hypnotized mind, get out of the vehicle.
You take a few slow steps towards me. A trembling ball of fear. The devil’s grin on your face reaches ear to ear.
You crack your neck to one side. Then the other. The signal that urges my brain to spur my legs into action.
I run. For my life, I run.
You give chase, on my heels almost instantly. A cry escapes my lips. My brain in a dizzying spiral down. Survival mode. That’s where I’m at.
Breathless I run. Hearing your pounding steps just a foot behind me. I try to scream. Desperately I try to scream, but…I can’t. For the life of me, no noise beyond that of a desperate cry slices through the thick air. Air too thick to gulp down. Air too thick to fill my lungs.
My foot trips over the other and I go down. In an instant, I am back up, but it’s too late. That’s all it takes for you to claim your prey. Me.
I plead for help, as loud as I can. But you place your hand over my mouth, and my nose, and push. Hard.
My eyes gleam silver. My body starts thrashing underneath you. But of course to no avail. Tears slide down my cheeks as I start to panic.
My lungs start to scream for oxygen. You read the desperation in my eyes and pounce on the opportunity presenting itself, “My, my, babygirl. You’re in quite the predicament hm?” You laugh and entangle your other fist in my hair; yanking back.
You bring your lips to my ear, “I know. You need to breathe, don’t you? Hm? Listen here, princess. I fucking own you. Do you hear me? I am your fucking god. If I let go of your mouth, are you going to be a good girl and stay quiet?”
My mind begs me to nod. Begs me to agree. But I can’t. And you know I can’t. You know how stubborn I am. You know how much I’ll fight.
So you wait. You wait for that steely glare of determination to slowly fade. My body will win out, and I will agree to virtually anything.
My eyes start to roll back. My legs stop thrashing. My hands stop pushing.
Immediately you release.
Tears glisten my reddening cheeks. You drink in the sight. You fucking love this. And you know I do too.
You put on your face of steely resolve. And trail your hand down my cheek; the other still entangled in my untamed mess of curls.
You pat it gently. Making my chin tremble. Making me wince, making me flinch. You shut your eyes, breathing in deeply. Oh so deeply, before slapping my cheek, hard.
I start to fight you again. With everything I have. With every ounce of energy, I fight you.
My efforts prove fruitless of course. You simply pull my hair back harder and wrap the other hand around my neck. Wordlessly commanding me to stop. To quiet.
And I do. To my dismay, I do.
I stop and shut my eyes. As hard as I can I squeeze them.
You move your hand down the slender curve of my neck to my chest. Feeling what’s underneath my shirt.
I whimper quietly, squeezing harder and harder. My fingernails cutting into my palms as I await what happens next.
With a swift, deft jerk of your arm, you rip my shirt open. Buttons flying.
My body quakes as I peeked open my eyes. The slit between my legs unexplainably slick. My breathing hitches as you unclasp my bra. Freeing my unimpressive chest.
You drink in the sight. Your hand reaches for a nipple; erect from the cool breeze. I gasp as you gently play. Gently pull. Then not so gently twist.
I groan, biting my lip as the pain sparks through my body, racing through my nerves.
You cock an eyebrow and smile. You bring your mouth down to my other and flick your tongue across it. Swirling around it, eliciting a moan from me.
A deep blush works its way into my cheeks. Blood rushing not just to my cheek, but to my sweet cunt. My sweet cunt that’s getting wetter, wetter, and wetter.
As your mouth works magic on my breast, as your hand twists and kneads at the other, you work away at my pants. Undoing them. Pushing them down, down, down. I hardly notice.
What I do notice, however, is how your fingers start to circle my clit. How they slip underneath my saturated panties and start to tease. Start to make me want it.
You lift your mouth away from my supple skin and gaze into my eyes. Your fingers not stopping. Not for a second, “You’re fucking dripping babygirl. You like this don’t you? You want me…like the little slut you are, you want me. You want me to take you. Want me to ravish you. Tell me. Tell me or I’ll stop.”
You see that determination. That spite. You see that fire light my eyes. And then…it changes. Slowly, but it changes.
I open my mouth, but no sound comes out. I cannot bring myself to say the words. To admit it out loud.
You see the blush redden and laugh, “I need to hear you say it.” You stop your fingers playing with my clit. Stop your other from playing with my abused nipple.
I groan in frustration. My hips thrusting up, seemingly on their own accord. I need it. I need you. So again, I open my mouth. My voice barely above a whisper, “I…wan-want y-you.” Something inside me snaps. Something inside of me wells up and just fucking explodes, “I want you to fucking take me. I don’t want you to stop. Please. P-Please don’t st-stop.”
You let out a guttural roar at my admission. You continue to circle my clit with one hand, undoing your own pants with the other; your underwear along with it.
Your cock stands straight. To its full height. Full girth. The blood rushing.
My mouth starts to salivate. I don’t know why I need this so badly. I shouldn’t. I really shouldn’t.
My legs start to spread wider apart. My eyes rolling to the back of my head in anticipation.
“Are you ready my sweet little slut?”
And with that, you plunge. You thrust in. Deep. Hard. You let out an animalistic growl and sink your teeth into my neck. Marking me. Claiming me.
I groan, almost reaching climax. The sound music to your ears, as you start to fuck me. Start to fuck me relentlessly. Start to fuck me with an unchecked vengeance. Your hips slamming against me. Over. And over. And over. And over.
It doesn’t take long. Not long at all with your fingers not slowing for a single second. I tilt my head back and scream. My body starts to convulse, violently as an orgasm rips through my body. My cunt spazzing against your shaft. Tightening it. Hugging it.
It drives you over the edge. Right over the fucking edge. With another thrust you cum inside me. Deep, deep, inside of me.
My favourite thing. You know how much I love to feel your cum dripping down my legs.
You sigh; absolutely spent.
But before I can do anything more, you snap your fingers to begin the process of bringing me out and back to reality. “And sleep.”
Thank you for the amazing submission. This is intense. I went back and read it twice to really get a good grasp on the situation as it unfolded with the hypnotic elements. Very creative, to say the least. Thank you, again.