The Unprotected Trance Series

by Nadia Nightside

  Dawn giggled, a flush of impending orgasm filling her from hearing my multiple commands. “Of course, Sir. Anything you say.”

  Curious, I followed Mallory to the back, next to the bathrooms.

  “Is that Dawn's dress?”

  “Mine. It's a little small on her.”

  “I hadn't noticed...”

  Her smile was flirty and challenging. “God, you're a terrible liar.”

  The storage area was in the back, where we kept spare books and all sorts of office equipment. Mallory stopped me, putting a hand on my chest. Her face suddenly became very serious.

  “Hey, do you remember how you had a date with that hot Asian girl?”

  “Oh, shit.”

  Shit. Shit.

  God, my one chance with Minjee, who I had lusted after longer than even Audrey, and I blew it entirely. I slept through the date, oh my god. I couldn't believe my bad behavior. Minjee was thoroughly gorgeous. A statuesque Asian whose cheekbones were so severely hot I felt I could fuck them all by themselves. Every part of her was like a sexual organ.

  Though, no. You know what? That was for the best. It was clear that I couldn’t be around any sort of beautiful woman without exerting every possible ounce of my control over them. So, the better for me. The better for her.

  “Don’t worry.” Mallory giggled and smiled. “I took care of it.”

  “What do you mean, you took care of it?”

  “I saw the vials of cum in the fridge this morning as I was making breakfast. I took one. I wanted to...experiment.”

  She bit her lip, looking naughty. Looking fucking hot.

  When I told her what the truth was last night, some parts of my restrictions on seeing the cum in the fridge must have faded away. At least, that was the only explanation I could think of.

  “She came here to yell at you. And so I offered her some coffee.”

  I could already see where this was going. “You didn’t...”

  “I did. And now she’s in the back. Waiting for you, Master.”

  “Fuck.” I put my head in my hands.

  The last thing I wanted now was more slaves. I knew I had gone overboard with Dawn. Hell, I knew I had gone overboard with Mallory and Lori. And if I needed any proof of that, then here it was. Mallory basically kidnapping Minjee for my amusement.

  “I want to see it.” Her eyes were crazed. Warm. “I want to see what you did to me. Lori. Dawn. I want to see it for myself.”

  “God, Mallory, I’m really so—”

  “No.” She put a finger to my mouth. “This isn’t about apologies. I don’t want to hear that. I want to...” Her countenance melted somewhat. “I want to see it. That’s all. Show me.”

  I didn’t feel like I had much of a choice. It was possible, I suppose, that I could have ordered her around some. Tried to turn her on so much from obeying me that she got too aroused to do anything but fuck.

  But then I’d have to trance her again. And I wasn’t sure I could do that. And if I didn’t, then she’d just ask for this again.

  “Fine.”

  She had placed Minjee behind a tall stack of unsold mysteries. Hidden, just in case anyone unsupervised tried to walk back here. Minjee stood underneath a small caged light, hands at her side, blankly looking forward. Her eyes were white. Totally white. She wore a tiny pale tan dress, sleeveless, with dark green tights on her long legs.

  “How much did you give her?” I whispered to Mallory.

  She shrugged. “Like...two vials, I think? Some spilled out. I had to work not to swallow it down. I love the taste of your cum.”

  Glassy stare, shudder of pleasure.

  “Fuck,” she said, noticing what had happened. “God, it’s like an itch now. Every time that happens. It’s like ignoring an itch to remember that you’ve done it. It’s so much nicer, so much easier to just...just accept and...”

  Alarms rang in my head. I didn’t want her to over-contemplate this. That seemed like a bad episode of a soap opera show waiting to happen—with my beautiful, eager girlfriend suddenly having some split personality that hated me as much as the other half loved me.

  I kissed her forward, pulling her tiny waist against my body. “Why don’t I show you what you wanted to see?”

  “Yes, Master. Please.”

  I turned to Minjee. Stroked her face slightly. She shuddered—and I did too.

  Okay, that was as far as it was going to go, I thought. I'm not going to indulge in this. Just really baseline stuff. Easily reversible. Easily changeable.

  “Minjee,” I said slowly.

  “Minjee.”

  She smiled warmly.

  “You’re not mad at me for missing our date.”

  “I’m...not...mad at you for missing the date.”

  “You know my time is important.”

  “I know your time is important.”

  “I am important.”

  “You are important.”

  “I am important to you.”

  “You are important...”

  Her lovely, pert lips struggled. I touched her face again, unable to stop myself, stroking softly. She cooed unconsciously into my hand. Right away, Mallory got the idea. Unbidden, she moved her hands to Minjee’s petite breasts, touching her there, sending spikes of pleasure through her slender, statuesque body. I thought of telling her to stop, but that would mean ordering Mallory around. I was stuck between protecting Minjee and protecting Mallory...and I chose Mallory.

  “I am important to you,” I said again.

  “You are important...” she sighed happily. “To me.”

  “You trust me.”

  “I trust you.”

  “You’re happy to be my friend.”

  “I’m happy to be your friend.”

  Mallory shifted, her eyes flashing at me. I knew that look. Go further. She would have the same flash when she wanted me to do something rough in bed with her or Lori. To wrap my hands around her throat, to slap her ass while she called me her Big Bro.

  “You’re happy to be close to me.”

  “I’m happy to be close to you.”

  “You’re excited about me.”

  “I’m excited about you.”

  Letting out a small sound of frustration, Mallory pulled away from her and slid between my body and hers. She kissed at my chin. Trying to turn me on.

  “You’re not doing it right, Master” said Mallory. “I know you’re not. You’re holding back. Make her want you, Sir. I want to see it. I want to see what you’ve done.”

  Her hand went to my crotch, stroking intently. Giving me a soft, urgent handjob over my pants.

  Fuck. I couldn’t...I couldn’t turn her down. I wanted it myself, and now here was Mallory, the only thing even remotely providing any resistance, and she was urging me on to go even further. Mallory moved to one side, her hand still dedicated on my cock.

  “You find me incredibly attractive.”

  “I find you incredibly attractive.”

  “You...oh.”

  Mallory unbuckled my pants and wrapped her hand around my cock proper. Her strokes were soft, insistent, and perfectly made for my hardness. Her lips brushed against my ear.

  “Take her in deep, Sir,” she whispered, snuggling in close. “Deep. I want to see it. I want to see what you do.”

  With her other hand, Mallory started to finger her own cunt through the tiny red lace of her panties.

  Jesus God in heaven.

  With shivering fingers, I brushed Minjee's beautiful, sculpted face again. Those cheekbones. “You want to be my girlfriend.”

  “I want...I want...”

  I put Minjee’s hand up under her slender dress, past her tights, and onto her clit. It was easy to start a few circling motions. She picked it up easy after that, stroking her delicate femininity as I spoke.

  “You want to be my girlfriend.”

  “I want...to be...your girlfriend.”

  The sight of her face, yearning so much and yet with her eyes whited out
with my power, was unstoppably arousing.

  “You want me more than anything.”

  “I want you more than anything.”

  “You want to be my lover.”

  Mallory's strokes more urgent now. She liked that. I could feel her hips bucking against mine, so close to cumming as she watched my control.

  “I want to be your lover.”

  “But you know it’s not meant to be.”

  A flash of confusion. “I know...it’s not meant to be.”

  Somehow, in the midst of the brilliant handjob Mallory dealt out, I had to both convince Mallory that I was truly trying to control Minjee, but also not end this trance session with yet another fuckhappy sex slave to take care of. So far, damage control was not my high point—and I was wary of trying to do any more than I had to do already.

  “You know I’m forbidden to you.”

  Minjee's voice became excited. “I know I’m forbidden to you.”

  Mallory looked at me strangely.

  “Trust me,” I whispered in her ear. She shivered and nodded. That command was completely thorough to her being, now, after so many days of inductions.

  Back to Minjee. “You know that propriety forbids our pairing.”

  Her mouth fell open slightly. The inner-workings of her mind understood now. She was being placed inside of a Victorian novel. The very sort of story she had centered her life around analyzing for her graduate degree.

  Devious? I suppose so. But effective.

  As was Mallory's stroking on my thick, fully hard cock. I was closer and closer to exploding.

  “I know that propriety forbids our pairing.”

  “You know that you can’t betray the status of either of our houses.”

  “I know I can’t betray the status of either of our houses.”

  Mallory jerked me faster and faster. I couldn’t keep it all in. It felt too good.

  “Our love is...f-forbidden!” I groaned, cumming hard from Mallory’s stroking.

  “Our love is forbidden!”

  Mallory leaned against me, cumming herself from watching me spill out onto the ground. She moaned in my ear, frantic and hot, “You can do it anyone. You can do it to anyone. My Big Brother can have all the girls. All the girls!”

  Both of us calmed down over the next few minutes, kissing and holding each other tight.

  Minjee still had a little trance left in her, so I went over a bastardized version of my Four Commandments—Trust, Attraction, Loving my Presence (as opposed to Cock), and easy compliance to my suggestions and thoughts (as opposed to outright gleeful obedience to my will).

  Slowly, the trance wore off from Minjee. I zipped my pants back up and led her near to the door, next to the bathroom. She could think, perhaps, that she had just been in there washing up and zoned out.

  When I walked back to Mallory, she still examined my cum on the floor, transfixed by the thick puddle.

  “Okay,” said Mallory finally. “Okay.” She took a breath, forcibly turning away from the puddle of cum on the floor. “Now I know what you do.”

  And then, no doubt summoning every ounce of will she had, she left me alone with Minjee.

  * * * * *

  The incident with Minjee needed me to cum more than once to get it out my head. She was so beautiful, and still very much under my control. After I ensured that she woke up from the trance without anyone coming across her dazed form, I rushed out from the back and grabbed Dawn roughly by the arm, pulling her into the office.

  “Wheee!” the blonde giggled helplessly, crushing her beautiful form against mine. Her dress rode up her thighs, showing the hot skin beneath.

  Not even bothering to ask her or command her, I pulled her still until she was up underneath her own desk and my pants were down to my ankles. She got the idea. Her mouth wrapped around my cock easily, happily. I could feel her body relaxing as she performed the one task beyond all others she knew she was for—pleasing the Man in her life. Her Daddy. Her God.

  It took some doing just to believe that I was already hard again, right after cumming like that. But that was happening more and more lately. One of the other latent changes happening to me after so much exercising of my ability.

  Power thrummed in every atom of my being. Taking Minjee like that. Corrupting Mallory and showing her exactly what I could do to the other women she saw—what I had done to her. Her arousal from it—that fucking orgasm she had—was beyond my wildest dreams. Did she truly want what I wanted? Had I been able to convince her of the glories of conquering another soul?

  Or now that she had cum, would she come to her senses, like I had come to my senses after so many orgasms before? Would she leave town and hope for the best, for the brainwashing to lose its effect?

  At that moment, with Dawn’s plush, hot lips wrapped around my cock, I didn’t care. I fucked forward into her face with abandon, practically squatting off the chair to gain extra leverage down her throat. She swallowed, her tight esophagus creating a hot suckling motion on the tip of my dick.

  I didn’t know how long I would last like that—and then Celise stormed inside.

  “Re-really,” Lori was protesting, grabbing at her arm, “I think he’s busy, so maybe you shouldn’t—”

  “Shut up,” said Celise. Her voice was cool, even though her demeanor riveted with agitation. “I want to talk to you, asshole.”

  She wore a tight, smart navy suit. Her form was long—everything about her was long. Legs. Arms. Fingers. Neck. Torso. I wanted her. That I fucked her ex's throat right in front of her didn't help matters much.

  Somehow, I managed to gain my composure. “Of course. That’s only natural. I should have expected. Please, sit down.”

  “I’m not doing anything you say. I have questions for you. And Dawn.”

  “Of course. Go right ahead.”

  Dawn, oblivious, continued to suck me off beneath the desk. I hadn’t ordered her to stop, after all. At least she had the good sense to quiet down a bit. Her Master was talking, after all. I stuffed her mouth further, trying to make sure she stayed that way.

  God, but Celise a truly beautiful woman. Like an Amazon poised for battle, ready to destroy anything in her way. Blood rushed to my head and my cock, thinking of her serving me.

  Thoughts filled my head of being some ancient king with her kneeling before my throne. Adorned in golden, skimpy armor—the silly kind you’d see on the covers of fantasy novels or in Japanese video games. Her cunt pulsing with heat as she imagined all the enemies she could vanquish in my name...

  “I asked you a question, Victor.”

  I smiled. “Sorry. What was it?”

  “When did it start? With you and Dawn?”

  “Not that long ago.”

  “She said she loved you. She said...” I saw her turn away, her jaw tightening. “She said she had always loved you.”

  “It was...” I struggled for a story, and also to hold in my joyful laughter as Dawn plunged deeper on my thick meat. “Ha. It was a surprise to me as well, I’ll tell you that. But when she laid it all out, I felt like I couldn’t do anything but go along with her. She’s...ha. Haha.” I banged the table a little bit. “She’s a firecracker.”

  “This is funny to you? I’m funny to you?”

  Now that I really, really had to not laugh, I had even more trouble holding it in. “Oh. Ohhh.” I shuddered slightly. Precum gushed out of me. Dawn was sliding slow, now, taking her time. “It’s not funny. Really.”

  “She told me...she told me she had something to tell me about you. On Saturday. She was really concerned, it sounded like.”

  I shrugged. “That seems natural, given the circumstances.”

  “Why was she so...so...” Celise shook her head. “She was acting like she barely knew me. Like...a different person. The look in her eyes, when she looked at you...”

  I banged my fist down again, pushing forward. Dawn’s strangled, pleasure-filled murmurs were just almost audible. “The thing to do, Detective, is to
just leave all of this alone. There’s no happiness waiting for you down this road.”

  Her mouth set. All I could think of was filling it until her eyes were white.

  “I’m going to check this story with Dawn.”

  “I’ve told her not to talk with you,” I said firmly. “I think it’s for the best. She’s rather...broken up about how it all went down. She doesn’t want to see you right now. I don’t think you ought to see her.”

  She sighed and shook her head. “I don’t think I can let that stand.”

  She stood up and walked back to the door. Apparently, she thought that was it. But I wouldn't let her have the last word.

  “The two of us don’t care much about what you think, Detective. I’m sorry. But that’s the way it is. And you know it’s for the best.”

  She stopped at the door. Fuck, but her ass was so tight in those pants. I was getting off from her former lesbian lover sucking me off, my thoughts aroused by the sight of her hot-as-hell body. Maybe I was God. There was no one to tell me I wasn’t...and if there was, I could change their minds.

  “I’ve heard Dawn talk about you, you know. Before this.”

  “Is that a fact?” I laughed again. So close to cumming now.

  I felt untouchable. Giddy.

  “She said you were nothing. A nobody. Destined for nothing.”

  I leaned harder into Dawn’s mouth, pumping slightly with my hips. Just out of Celise's sight.

  “A good story,” I said. “To fool you into thinking nothing was happening.”

  “I guess so.”

  She stepped out from the office and back into the store. I saw her shaking her head in the stacks, searching for meaning. Just as I thought I was rid of her and the trouble she represented for a while, Mallory appeared again—back from wherever it was she had gone. They stood in my door together—my would-be nemesis and my quandary-riding-slave, both etherial in their beauty.

  “Can I talk with you, Detective?”

  Mallory flashed me a wink. She was so pretty, so devious, so conniving and manipulative, that I couldn’t imagine what she had in store for me.

  I came down Dawn’s tight, hot bimbo throat. Her gorgeous body orgasmed beneath me, her body shuddering, covered in load after load of my cum. Tranced, eyes totally white, she licked it up automatically, taking long gobs off her fingers in an automatic reaction to its closeness. By the time my thoughts were making sense again, Mallory and Celise were gone.