by X, Lexie
Gwen's Hypnosis
By Lexie X
Kindle Edition
Copyright © 2013 by Lexie X
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This book is a sequel to Emma's Hypnosis and Lydia's Hypnosis.
Also by Lexie X
Emma's Hypnosis
Lydia's Hypnosis
My Roommate’s Girlfriend
Lynn’s Craving
Seduction Games
Sorority Seductions
Tempting Jennifer
Virgin Lesbians: Erotic First Time Stories
Virgin Lesbians II: Erotic Stories of Seduction
Gwen's Hypnosis
Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
About the Author
Free Preview: Lynn's Craving
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Gwen's Hypnosis
Chapter 1
Gwen gripped the chill bars of her cage. When her captors were gone, the dimmed lights kept the stark white basement in perpetual gloom. She wasn't sure what they did during the day - if anything - but the time to herself gave her plenty of hours to think of escape.
"You know there's no way out," one of the other captive girls commented, from her cage in the other corner. She seemed almost gleeful about it. "And anyway, soon enough, you won't want to leave."
She gave no reply. The black-haired girl and her friend both seemed to worship their captors with an almost fanatical devotion. That scared her more than anything else the women had done… at least so far. The faintly lit walls of sex toys and strange devices promised many dark things ahead.
She winced as light flared through the long room, nearly blinding her.
The captor she knew personally came down the stairs at the opposite end of the basement, wearing baggy sweatpants and a grey sweatshirt. In strange contrast, her long brown hair ran to her ample chest, luxuriously shining and well managed.
The woman approached her cage with an unhappy look. "Hey, Gwen…"
Gwen eyed her with no small anger. "Lydia…"
"Look," the woman whispered, leaning in. "I didn't want to do this. This is crazy, right? It was all Emma's idea. I'll look for the keys when she's sleeping. Until then… play along."
The black-haired girl in the other cage grinned.
Gwen stared at both of them in turn. "I don't believe you."
She stepped back. "That's fine, I understand, but resisting will just encourage her."
Footsteps sounded on the stairs.
"Are you sure you don't want to work together?" Lydia whispered quickly. "I'm as much a prisoner as you here, even if I'm not in a cage…"
Gwen glared, but her angry expression was mixed with confusion.
Dressed in tight black leather, the other woman approached. Slender, powerfully graceful, hair cut short and dyed black, she looked sharp and sexy. She looked… in control. Lydia's whispered plea made slightly more sense.
"Clothes off," the woman ordered.
Lydia slid off her sweatpants and sweatshirt immediately, stepping onto the bare white floor fully nude. Her light curves belied her large, firm breasts. They almost seemed out of place on her otherwise average body. She shot over a pleading glance, hiding the move behind her flowing hair.
Moving up from staring at her body, Gwen saw her glance… and began wondering…
The leather-clad woman came over with a brush whip at her belt, her hands cupping her girlfriend's breasts. "Love these so much," she commented, licking around each curve once. "What about you, Rachel?"
The black-haired girl bounced up and down in her cage. "Love 'em. They're so much fun to play with."
"What about you, Aubrey?"
"They're really nice," the brunette responded, sitting cross-legged in her cage and watching. Her lips curled up in a smile.
"And you, Gwen?"
Startled, she looked back at the leather-clad woman. "Um, they're nice, but I'm straight… I think you should just let me go."
The woman's eyes grew instantly sharp. "But that's why you're here, darling. You're our straight girl. We can't let you go until we… turn you."
Giving a scared sigh, she sat up on her knees. "But that's not possible. You should really let me go now… I don't know where this is, I won't tell anyone."
The woman approached, sliding the brush whip across her bars.
She moved back in her cage.
"I'm Emma," the woman offered, holding out a hand. "But you can call me your Mistress."
Nervously, Gwen reached out and took her leather-clad grip.
Emma pulled her forward, tight against the bars, her breath half hiss. "Maybe it's not possible, but we'll certainly have fun trying, now won't we?"
Gwen was about to begin begging when she saw Lydia shake her head surreptitiously. She sat back in her cage and said nothing instead.
Emma returned to her girlfriend, kissing her and pulling her tight with intense passion. In her cage, Rachel made an excited little squeal, watching the two women make out for several minutes.
Gwen watched in deepening confusion as the two women exchanged passionate kisses, warm little smiles, and sweet whispers. They looked sincerely in love - was Lydia putting on an act?
Her skin tingled a bit, and she immediately looked away. They were beautiful, sure, and heated… but any sexuality was arousing, and she wasn't about to let them turn her on.
Finally, they moved toward the cages. Instead of approaching her, Lydia opened Rachel's cage.
Fixing her mussed hair to hide her showing roots, the girl clambered out on her hands and knees. She followed the nude woman to one of two black couches in the middle of the room, a few feet away.
"Clothes on or off?" Rachel asked, looking up, her hand on her loose t-shirt and jeans.
"Hmm," Emma mused aloud. "On for now. Let's ease Gwen into this." She looked over. "We like to have the girls start, to get things nice and wet while we give them their fix. Can you see well?"
She could definitely see well - right down Lydia's open legs, to her bare sex. Rachel turned her head back to smile at her briefly, and then moved into position on her knees. Gwen turned away.
A moment later, Emma's hand suddenly gripped her chin, pulling her gaze back. "You will watch. Nothing you haven't seen before anyway, right?"
Chin held tightly, Lydia met her captor's gaze for the first time.
"That's right," Emma hissed. "I know all about your little straight girl experimenting. Licking my girlfriend's pussy in a changing room and then deciding you're straight? Insulting. It's rude, that's what it is. How did she taste?"
"I don't remember," Gwen lied, pulling away.
"You'll get a refresher soon, then."
Emma returned to the couch, where Rachel was going to work like a hungry animal. The girl's laps, sucks, and low moans filled the room with an undercurrent of sound.
"How's she doing?" Emma asked.
Lydia sighed happily. "Even better than yesterday. This girl will be a pro by the end of the month."
Gwen stared, unhappy. By the end of the month? How long had the girls been there? How long did they intend to keep her there?
Emma suddenly approached her cage and peered in. "Looking a tiny bit flushed. I see some redness there, around your neck. You getting turned on?"
"No," Gwen lied. As much as she resisted, it was hard not to be aroused by the sheer sexuality and insanity of the situation. Still, she kept repeating mentally, it didn't mean she was actually into any of it…
"You should pr
obably masturbate," Emma suggested, oddly polite in tone. "Just saying. It'll relieve the tension. Who knows what you might do if you get too horny?"
They locked eyes again, briefly, as the weight of those words hit Gwen. That's what had happened in the changing room with Lydia, somehow… all that touching, all the bras they tried on, the weird unexpected flirtation… and suddenly there she was, going down on some strange woman with a very sweet, intimate flavor…
And it's not like she didn't spend the next week in a masturbatory haze from the sheer craziness of what she'd done…
Emma smiled wickedly and returned to standing over her moaning girlfriend and her eager pleasure slave.
Gwen gulped, continuing to rub herself absently through her jeans. She could feel the rationalizations beginning to spool up in her mind; she could feel all sorts of emotional coping mechanisms moving about behind her thoughts, trying to lay down a perspective on all this that might make it not so bad… if all she had to do was have some really kinky sex to escape… and if she got to taste that unique, alluring flavor again…
She shivered and squeezed her legs together, suddenly cold. God, she thought - was this actually going to work? Could they really somehow… turn her?
And there was Lydia, hinting that she should just fake it anyway…
She resolved to put on her best act. Getting out quickly had to be the priority, no matter what she had to pretend. "I'm not getting any closer to freedom by sitting here, am I?" she called.
Emma perked up, but did not look away from Rachel's lapping tongue.
"I'll do it," Gwen called again, gripping her bars. "I'll try it."
Emma finally looked over, a smirk on her face. "Oh, really…" She approached with a predatory narrowness in her eyes. "I'll know if you're faking, if that's what you're thinking."
"I'll try it," she insisted. "But I can't promise anything."
"Fair enough, for now." Emma used one hand to unzip a black zipper that was almost invisible around the crotch of her leather pants. Removing the oval of material entirely, she cast it aside, leaving herself exposed.
Surprised, Gwen looked past the bare sex in front of her, to Lydia - but the woman was moaning with bliss, and in no condition to silently advise her.
"Oh, you thought you'd get my girlfriend first, just like that?" Emma demanded, grabbing the back of her head and pulling her forward. "You'll have to earn that privilege."
Gwen winced. The cold bars against either cheek neatly contrasted the warm, moist flesh pressed into her nose and mouth. Smears of wetness moved across her face as she struggled momentarily.
"Come on," Emma laughed. "You said you'd try it. I'm clearly ready."
She stilled. Okay, she told herself… you did this a little bit with Lydia, and it wasn't so bad. You can do it again to get out of here…
The musky scent filling her senses was far different from Lydia's sweet flavor, but still intimate in a complex way. Heart pounding, she stopped struggling, and the hand on the back of her head pulled her face tight against the bars.
The labia against her mouth were full, warm, and slippery. She pushed her lips out, mimicking a kiss, feeling the softness give and respond.
"Masturbate," Emma ordered.
Too overwhelmed to resist, she quickly undid her belt clasp and stuck a hand down her pants, answering a strangely powerful arousal she hadn't expected - and, still, she moved her lips lightly against her captor's heated sex.
"Lick."
After a gulp, some hesitation, and some silent rationalizations, she parted her lips and slid out her tongue.
She traced the tip lightly around soft skin.
"No teasing. Get to it."
Unable to stall any longer, and slowly growing more heated as her hand down her jeans began to do its work, she lay out her tongue flat… and licked upward.
"Good, good…"
She licked again, processing the complex flavor of her second pussy. Her hand seemed to increase pressure of its own accord, working a deep pleasure up through her body. Lapping slowly, she parted folds and explored, all her focus on the textures and taste against her tongue.
"You seem to be enjoying yourself."
She forgot the bars against her face, instead sinking into her task. Licking and masturbating seemed to flow into one rhythm, the effort of both eclipsed by rapidly rising pleasure. She could forget her captivity, forget the insanity, seeking only that amazing feeling… a small part of her recoiled, wanting her to resist as much as she could… but another part said it was all part of the act, right?
The ball of pleasure built up in her head and in her lower body, spiking as she neared orgasm. She licked faster, matching her hand; she held her tired tongue flat against her chin and moved her head to keep at it, breathing desperately.
Finally, sweet release rushed through her. She spasmed almost painfully, her legs clenching, the hand against her head gripping her hair tightly… mid-orgasm, rushing with bliss, she realized her Mistress was coming, too, her pussy grinding against her eager tongue.
Coming down, breathing hard, she collapsed back into her cage. Emma released her grip, grinning with satisfaction as she opened her eyes from an enjoyable orgasm.
Gwen stared at her with feigned anger and surprise, forgetting her act for a moment. She'd accidentally thought of her kidnapper as Mistress… and that mental slip had sharpened her pleasure.
Emma made a noise of appreciation. "Very nice, for a first timer. How's it feel when you don't stop halfway?" She kneeled down, licking her lips. "You like how it feels to have a woman coming against your face?"
Gwen said nothing, wiping her chin.
"Maybe it went by too fast. The first time can be a little overwhelming. Don't worry, there'll be plenty more chances for you to memorize every little detail of the experience…" She looked back at the couch, where Lydia lay weakly on the couch, recovering from an intense orgasm. Rachel was already crawling back into her cage.
"Hmm…" Emma said, eyeing her captives. "Let's give the newbie's tongue a rest for a little bit. I need a smoke."
Gwen watched warily as Lydia dressed, Emma recovered her discarded piece of leather, and the two women headed upstairs. The sound of a lock turning echoed a heavy note of finality throughout the basement.
"Where the hell are we?" she whispered, once the sounds of footsteps overhead quieted.
Rachel just smiled at her, but the brunette in the cage behind her made a subtle motion to silence, indicating the other girl couldn't be trusted.
Sighing, Gwen leaned back against the bars near the wall. At least she had one girl on her side… what had Emma called her? Aubrey?
And Lydia might be an ally, if she wasn't putting on an act to mess with her.
Someone at the bookstore must have seen her kidnapping, right? She thought back on it, trying to figure out how she'd ended up here, but there was nothing… had she been drugged?
"How long have you been here?" she whispered, once Rachel seemed to doze off.
Aubrey approached her bars. "A day or two."
"Do they feed you… feed us?"
"Yeah. They're not violent, just…" the girl seemed to shake with anger and embarrassment.
"Just what?"
Aubrey looked down. "I can't say."
"You can tell me," she urged, praying for some explanation of what was going on.
"I mean I literally can't say." The girl moved back, curling up.
Gwen thought back on the first moments of captivity she could remember, and how she'd been unable to speak or protest. Drugs… it had to be drugs… she checked her arms and legs for injection marks, but found nothing. She hadn't eaten anything or had anything to drink as far as she remembered.
The click of the lock at the top of the stairs echoed down.
She sat up, on guard.
Lydia rushed over. "She's still smoking. She never smoked before all this…"
"What happened?"
"She's just… changed recently. S
he was so nice and sweet before."
"That woman was nice and sweet?" she asked, considering the leather suit and the sex toys on the walls.
"Yes. And I loved her. I don't know what's happened."
"So get us out of here!"
Lydia shook her head. "I can't. You have to act the way she wants, and when you get out of here, get help. Get the police."
Gwen nodded, fearful. Her wispy blonde hair fell in front of her face, unkempt and messy.
"Come on," Lydia said, pulling some keys from her pocket and unlocking the cage. "Emma says to take you upstairs and shower you, get you cleaned up."
Cautious about her sudden apparent luck, Gwen clambered out, stretched her legs, and followed the woman in sweats across the basement. She glanced back, and saw Aubrey watching her sadly.
Emerging from the door at the top of the stairs, she was shocked to find a rather normal house. Luxuriously decorated and quite spacious, it certainly did not seem like some sort of kidnapper's hideout. The heavy oak front door was partially open, letting in chilly air - but she could see Emma standing right outside it, taking a drag from a cigarette.
She decided to hold off on an escape attempt for the moment.
Up a second set of stairs, she saw what looked like a kid's room through one of the hallway's open doors.
"That's Ricky's room, her son," Lydia explained as they passed. "He spends nights like this with our babysitter. He's hardly here anymore… just another thing Emma has forgotten about."
Even more confused, Gwen followed her into the master bedroom, and then the master bathroom, an accommodating angled space with nice tile and a large shower next to an empty jacuzzi.
Lydia slid open the shower's dappled glass door, dropped her sweatpants and sweatshirt, and headed inside. "We can talk safely in there," she whispered.
Peeling off her jeans, shirt, and underwear, Gwen nervously followed her in, feeling comforted by the privacy offered by the dappled glass walls. Still, she jumped when the shower's cold water hit her legs.
"It'll warm up quick," Lydia said quietly, barely audible over the two opposing showerheads' noisy streams.