The Facility

by Amy Yao

  When nothing happened, Erika started to relax. And that’s when the first strange thought occurred to her.

  She started thinking of Miranda. That, on its own, wasn’t unusual or strange.

  Only right there, still strapped down and naked, Erika started to wonder how many guys Miranda had been with. Was it just one or two? Three or four? More?

  Then a different question occurred to Erika. If Miranda had been with lots of guys, did that mean she had been with lots of girls as well? With the flutes playing and the violins vibrating, Erika pressed her lips together as she considered what it would be like to be with Miranda.

  Wait, what? Why would Erika think about something like that?

  Shaking her head, she pushed the thought away, suppressing it easily.

  A few more minutes went by.

  Erika let her thoughts wander some more, and that’s when she started to think of Miranda again. She thought of her red hair, her bright green eyes, and Erika started to wonder if Miranda knew how to kiss another girl. Did Miranda know how to make it good, to make it sweet? Did she decide to be aggressive? Or would she prefer something sweeter?

  “What’s happening to me?” Erika asked. That’s when it really dawned on her. She was actually thinking about Miranda, but she wasn’t contemplating violence or rebellion. Nope. Erika was truly thinking about that girl and how much fun it would be if they could spend some time together.

  It was the music.

  Erika didn’t want to believe it or accept it, but there was no other possible explanation.

  Her thoughts were actually morphing, getting remolded little by little.

  Realizing this, Erika shouted. She screamed at the top of her lungs, filling the small room with sound. That helped her, if only for a few seconds.

  Except then, Erika ran out of breath, and she no longer wanted to scream. Instead, something occurred to her. She liked the music. It was pretty. It was relaxing and easy. Those sonorous notes ran out onto the air, washing over her. They made it easy for Erika to forget all of the humiliations she had endured.

  Simultaneously, they pushed her, nudging her to think about her counselor.

  Miranda. She was a beautiful girl with a beautiful name. She had that soft hair. And she had those full, red lips. She was gorgeous, and she could have been a model.

  Erika closed her eyes, clenching them shut. No, she didn’t want to think about that girl.

  Soon, Erika wanted to do more than just think about Miranda. If the counselor walked in here and asked for oral servitude, what would Erika have done?

  She would have granted it.

  Suddenly, Erika needed to think about something else. She focused on her husband. He always provoked strong reactions, right? And he did this time as well, but Erika didn’t think about him holding her or touching her. She didn’t think about their first a date or even their last argument. Instead, Erika started to imagine him braced above her, his shaft erect.

  She would lick her lips and lean forward. She would open her mouth and start to suck on him. And when she was done, after he climaxed, and she had swallowed, Erika would turn to the other girl.

  Miranda.

  Miranda would be right there, and she would push Erika down onto her back. She would climb on top of the slave girl. Erika would open her mouth. She would look up. She would see the other girl’s pussy. Those lips would glisten, wet and ready for sex.

  Unable to help herself or resist the temptation, Erika would lift her head slightly, sliding her tongue past her lips, and she would start to lap at Miranda’s opening. The salty tang would be delicious. It would infuse Erika with raw joy.

  Erika tried to fight that desire, but the temptation lingered, burning bright through her body. This was what she wanted. This was what she needed.

  The music was reprogramming her, and Erika couldn’t do anything about it!

  She growled again, fighting desperately. It still didn’t change anything. The music kept going, flutes and violins playing gently, the music wafting onto the air. Minutes turned into hours, and Erika absorbed all of it.

  Diana.

  She was beautiful, David reflected. Currently, her arms and legs were spread, each one tied to the wooden St. Andrews Cross. She wore a collar, just like all the other girls at The Facility. Her head had been pulled back, her eyes closed. It was odd, thinking that this girl could actually sleep in that position.

  After a little while, he thought about the last conversation they had. She had been so obnoxious. Shaking his head, David reached out, and he pinched her left nipple.

  Eyes fluttering, Diana started to grimace. It looked like she was attempting to wake up, but she couldn’t quite manage it. He twisted, giving her another shock of sensation.

  This time, it worked. Diana’s eyes flew open, and she cried out. “Stop that!” She made it sound like he was some little kid pulling on her pigtails. Instead, he dropped his hand down and came right up to her. As she saw him approach, she felt his fingers invade her slit.

  “What’re you doing?”

  Less than a second later, he found her special spot, that little button. His fingers massaged her clit. Not only that, Diana was shocked when she felt the electric surge of pleasure running through her body. Of course, she didn’t know about the collar; she didn’t know what he could do to her. And yet, she still experienced this pleasurable humiliation, the burst of aroused degradation.

  “Things are about to change for you, Diana. You belong to me now,” he said.

  Diana wanted to say something. She tried to speak. Normally, communication was a weapon for her. She thought she could talk her way out of any situation. Not this one.

  Savoring her disorientation, David worked her, sliding forward, sliding back, working his digits into her body.

  Diana tried not to enjoy it, obviously, but she also failed. There was no denying that incandescent desire, that addictive surge of arousal. Her pussy was already moist. He took advantage, claiming her with his hand.

  Within moments, she had no choice. She climaxed. The explosion of desire raced through her body, rippling from that spot just below her belly through her chest, into her arms, down her legs. Everywhere.

  Outwardly, she grunted and pulled against the cross’s shackles. Inwardly, she panted, experiencing that incredible diffusion.

  “Now, ready to talk?”

  There was nowhere to hide.

  No matter how hard she fought or pulled, she couldn’t free herself. That didn’t stop her from trying, especially as the minutes morphed into hours or even longer.

  Dimly, Erika recognized that she fell asleep from time to time. Or worse, she really moved around, behaving as though she was a real person. She had gotten up and crawled to a dog bowl. She’d eaten. She turned to another dog bowl and sipped from the surface of the water. She may have been naked, but she was no longer restricted by the arm and leg binders.

  At one point or another, Erika tried to tell herself that she didn’t really do any of that. She didn’t actually behave like an animal. No matter how much the hypnotic programming affected her, it didn’t really make her dumb. It didn’t truly take away her ability to think clearly.

  And yet…

  The door opened again, and Erika looked up. She was hoping to see David.

  No. It was Miranda.

  The redhead grinned mercilessly.

  “Hey there, Erika. How are you feeling?”

  Erika opened her mouth as she lifted her head. At first, Erika really believed that she was going to throw out some insult. She didn’t care how lame or pathetic it sounded. She just wanted to be rude.

  “I’m good,” Erika said, sounding timid and obedient.

  “I’m sure you are,” Miranda said. She crossed her arms over her chest, and she waited.

  Under normal circumstances, a girl like Erika could simply wait. She could endure a few seconds of awkward silence. But right then and right there, that seemed impossible.

  “Would you lik
e to let me up?” Erika asked. Even as the words left her lips, she understood exactly how foolish she sounded. All of the domineering strength she had hoped to summon up just dissipated, disappearing into quiet hope.

  “And why would I want to do that?” Miranda asked, smirking slightly.

  “Maybe I could give you a massage?”

  What?

  Erika could hardly believe that those words really left her lips. Had she just offered this girl a massage? No. No way. It just wasn’t possible. And yet, Erika knew that her lips had betrayed her.

  “I was just thinking that it might be fun. I thought maybe I could make you feel good.”

  Miranda raised an eyebrow at that. “Oh? You want to make me feel good? Is that you really want to do, Erika?”

  Silently, Erika tried to keep herself from making a sound. She gritted her teeth, she clenched her jaw, and she did everything she could to create some kind of mental barrier behind her eyes. All she had to do was stay quiet. If she didn’t make a sound, then she would win.

  “Yes! Please, let me take care of you!”

  “Unfortunately, you haven’t been fully trained yet, but I think you would love to serve me. If you ask very nicely, maybe I will take off my panties and climb on top of you. Is that what you would like, Erika?”

  Right then, Erika thought that she was going to shake her head from side to side. She thought she would grunt or growl like a wild thing. Instead, she licked her lips. “Yes, please,” she said. Worse, she sounded docile, like she was ready to be trained at any moment.

  “Only because you said please,” Miranda replied.

  She hitched up her skirt, sliding her hand along her thigh.

  Erika tried to look away, to pretend that she was seeing something else. There should have been any number of imaginary places where she could have hidden her concentration. And yet, Erika simply couldn’t look away. Her eyes were attracted to this young woman.

  Moment by moment, Erika found herself staring. Eagerness gripped her as her mouth watered. Yes, she was ready to press her lips to Miranda’s slit, to lick, lap, suck and nuzzle.

  Back in middle school, Erika had met a young woman who exuded natural charisma. Her name had been Amy, and she was both sweet and beautiful, charismatic and powerful. She was the kind of girl who could wield an opinion while still remaining demure. She could be smart and hot at the same time. They had been friends for a little while, mostly because Amy had been friends with everyone. All the while, Erika had been desperate to get that other girl to like her.

  And now, Erika felt the exact same way about Miranda.

  It was the hypnotic conditioning. It was the music. It wasn’t real. Those thoughts didn’t protect Erika. Even if they were true, she couldn’t embrace them fully.

  Miranda shimmed out of her panties. “Oh, look at that. They’re already damp,” said Miranda with a puckish grin. From there, she walked forward, taking easy, confident steps. All the while, Erika didn’t know what to do or how to respond. Miranda climbed up onto the bed. She straddled Erika.

  “Are you ready?”

  Yes.

  Even though Erika tried not to think about it, she closed her eyes. She was ready. She would do this, and no amount of willpower would be able to stop her.

  Miranda leaned forward and down. The hem of her skirt brushed along Erika’s cheeks as the counselor’s slit got closer and closer to her mouth. Pretty soon, Erika could smell Miranda’s excitement. And strangely enough, it triggered something within her. With her naked body still on display and spread out, Erika knew that she was also getting turned on.

  She tried to fight it. It wasn’t any use. It never was. It never would be.

  “Go ahead. Show me just how much you want to make me happy,” said Miranda, on the verge of giggling.

  Erika surrendered. She gave up, and she raised her head. Puckering her lips, Erika kissed Miranda’s damp slit. From there, she licked. She slid her tongue up along the other girl’s opening.

  No! Stop! Erika silently shouted those words to herself, only nothing changed.

  In fact, Erika started to enjoy herself. As she opened her mouth and used her tongue, she was grateful for the opportunity. That same eagerness gripped her, seizing control of her body. She stopped struggling against the bonds. All of her concentration and focus went into pleasing Miranda. And it was working.

  Braced above her subject, Miranda enjoyed this. The redhead kept her hands pressed into the wall as she bent her head forward. A curtain of hair framed her face as she smiled down at Erika.

  The captive had her eyes closed for the moment. That was fine with Miranda. She enjoyed studying the bound girl.

  Miranda never knew exactly what it was about this kind of situation that turned her on. After all, she probably should have rebelled along with the other girls. She truly should have tried to fight the subjugation. And yet, since Miranda wasn’t enslaved, she could still have so much fun. That’s why she moved her hips forward and back, practically impaling herself on Erika’s tongue.

  Panting, Miranda soon gave in. She accepted the pleasure. She embraced it, savoring the rush of endorphins. This was biology, and she allowed it to control her as Erika’s desperate licks and sweeps turned her on, pushing Miranda closer and closer to her orgasm.

  There!

  A surge of pleasure crashed over her. Miranda threw her head back and moaned.

  Erika loved it.

  She had done a good job! She made Miranda come! Despite everything Erika yearned to believe about herself, she was oh-so-proud of that achievement.

  To make matters worse, Erika opened her eyes and smiled brightly as Miranda reached a down and stroked her hair, her cheek, her neck. Erika was being petted like a well behaved animal. That knowledge couldn’t detract from the satisfaction burning inside of her.

  “I’m going to be honest with you. I had you programmed while you were on your way over here. Apparently, there are some really powerful hypnotic suggestions that can be implanted in music.”

  Diana listened to those words, but she snorted nonetheless.

  Hypnosis? Suggestions? Yeah, right. That couldn’t be possible or real. Clearly, David had gone insane.

  And yet, because she was utterly confident in her own abilities, Diana glared at him. “Look, I’m going to give you one chance. Just one chance, David,” she said, making sure to use his name so that she could assert her authority over him. “If you want to get out of this without destroying your life, you’re going to let me go right now.”

  “No. I’m not, Diana. And you know why not?”

  She rolled her eyes, but something about the intensity of his stare made Diana respond. “Why not?”

  “Because I own you now. You and I are going to stay here along with my wife for the next couple of days, and I’m going to train you, just as she’s being trained right now.”

  Diana stared at him. Normally, she was very good at reading people; she could tell when they were lying. Was David lying? No. He really seemed to believe this. To make matters worse, she didn’t see any hint of irrationality in his expression.

  Was it possible? Could he be telling the truth?

  Diana shook her head, her dark brown hair splashing along her shoulders.

  No. No way. He couldn’t be telling the truth.

  “You and I are going to have sex now,” he promised. “And when we do, you’re going to feel it. You’re going to climax, and when that happens, you’re going to know exactly who and what you are.”

  She heard those words, and there was something slashing behind her eyes, this almost-memory. She recalled lifting her eyelids and seeing boxes all around her. The floor buzzed and vibrated beneath her. It was cold. Distantly, she thought this might have been the hold of an airplane. There was luggage, right? And music. The sounds of flutes and violins playing vibrated through her body.

  When David talked about sex, something happened.

  In those first couple of seconds, she didn’t know how
to articulate the sensations running through her body, the impulses dancing along her fingertips and on the edge of her senses. Diana tried to shake her head, to dislodge those ideas, but she pictured herself.

  In her quasi-fantasy, Diana was going to be on her hands and knees. Or maybe she would be on her back. Or maybe she would be right there, strapped to a wall, utterly helpless, her arms and legs spread, her body on display, just waiting to be used.

  That was it.

  Diana yearned to be used. She didn’t understand why. She couldn’t put the pieces together or figure out what any of this meant, but the impulse was there nonetheless.

  “Tell me what you want.”

  Diana wanted to snort again. She was supposed to laugh or smirk or tell him that he was insane for doing any of this. Eventually, she would get out, and then she would make him suffer. It was funny how Erika had almost the exact same thoughts, not that this dark-haired girl knew it.

  What did she want?

  I want him to fuck me.

  Diana had actually gotten to the verge of saying those words. Her lips had been poised, ready to speak. But then, she shook her head, refusing to acquiesce. She wouldn’t give in! And yet, she could picture his cock, big and hard, ready to plunge into her, ready to claim her. And oddly enough, Diana would have done anything for those sensations. Her pussy throbbed at the prospect.

  “What do you want, slave?” What do you want?” Diana’s eyes widened at that last word.

  Slave? What?

  No. No, that couldn’t be right. No, she wasn’t a slave. She couldn’t be owned. She was in charge of her own mind, her own thoughts, her own body. And yet, even as she tried to cling to those misconceptions, Diana realized something.

  And she was ready to surrender.

  It would be so easy.

  She looked up at David. On so many occasions, she had viewed him as a competitor, an inferior, the kind of dumb boy who could be manipulated and tricked so easily. She figured she would have gotten around to it at some point.

  But with her body on display, Diana didn’t get the chance. He pressed himself up against her. “Tell me,” he ordered.