Human Animals

by Kimmy Estrada

  "Jasmine, you can speak to answer this question. Do you still believe that hypnotism isn't real? Are you still going to try to tell me that I haven't programmed you to be a good girl for me? An obedient girl?"

  Obedient girl. I hated those two words. They made me sound like some kind of trained animal, which I absolutely refused to be. I always prided myself on my intellect, on my determination, on my ability to think for myself.

  "I think you did something to me," I told him truthfully. My voice came off as scratchy, probably because I hadn't spoken in so long. "I think you tricked me somehow. Maybe you gave me some kind of drug or something."

  He clicked his tongue, clearly disappointed. "Such a stubborn girl. Don't worry. By the end of the night, you're going to have a much deeper appreciation for the arts of hypnotism and mind control."

  "There is no such thing," I growled back at him. I itched to throw myself at him, to pounce, to push him down onto the bed and scratch at his chest and face. At the same time, something deep within me ached to feel him on top of me. It would've been wonderful, to know that he slid his cock deep in my pussy, to claim me. As hard as I tried, I couldn't push those thoughts away. I couldn't hide behind any kind of mental partition from my own instincts and desires.

  "Stubborn girl," he said, stroking my cheek with his hand. I almost began to purr.

  Derek started to move me around. He put his hands between my knees, and he pulled my legs apart, exposing my damp pussy. That's right. I had remained aroused even after receiving that phone call from this man.

  "You look good," he said to me. "Really good."

  He climbed up onto the bed. "Jasmine, I'm going to ask you a question, and you will give me an honest answer. What do you want me to do to you right now?"

  My mouth went dry. Somehow, I knew that I wasn't going to be able to lie to him. Instead, I pressed my lips together, doing my best to remain silent.

  Only then, the man who hypnotized me, who brainwashed me, said, "Jasmine, speak."

  "I want you to suck my nipples," I confessed, only I hadn't meant to speak. As hard as I tried to keep my mouth shut, I failed.

  Searing shame burned just beneath the surface of my skin. It made my cheeks crimson, but I couldn't take those words back. More importantly, Derek came right up to me. He kissed me gently, right on the lips. That only lasted for a moment. He pushed me down onto my back, and my body still didn't fight him.

  All of my best efforts meant nothing. I was no longer in control; he was.

  I found myself on my back, my eyes closed. His lips came down on my chest. He licked at that spot right between my breasts for a second. Only then, Derek wrapped his mouth around one of my nipples, and he started to suck.

  Oh, I didn't know my body could feel like this. I had no idea that my nerves were capable of this sort of sensation. He pulled gently, sucking. He nipped, running his teeth over my sensitive skin.

  Before I knew it, I was moaning. He used his hand, grazing his palm over my stomach, down toward my pubis, then my pussy…his fingers explored my slit. He didn't rush. While I struggled to process the myriad sensations coursing through my skin, he played with me. I could tell. He was on the verge of laughing.

  Derek kept touching me lightly, stroking my opening. He would barely graze my pussy lips. Yes, they were swollen and engorged, open and waiting. But he just teased me.

  "By the end of the night, you're going to understand the full power of hypnosis. You are going to love it."

  "Never," I gasped back at him.

  There. I did it! Excitement shot through me because I finally did something without his permission. Maybe he thought he could control me, yet I just found a crack in the mental shackles binding my mind. If I could break through once, then I could do it again and again and again. I would have my freedom!

  He smiled down at me, but just as I was going to make another attempt, he started sucking again, harder this time. It didn't take long for the milk to start to flow. Even if he hadn't hypnotized me, I don't think I would have been able to move. My arms and legs went slack. It felt as though every muscle in my body turned to jelly.

  I moaned, I whimpered, and I would have begged for more, only I lost my ability to speak. Maybe if I concentrated all of my willpower into one solid thrust, I could have regained control of my lips. But I didn't have it within me.

  So instead, I just panted.

  "You taste wonderful," he said, braced above me. He lowered his mouth down toward my other nipple. Yes, I wanted him to lick. Yes, I wanted him to suck and to play with me. I wanted to feel his teeth run over my skin. At the same time, I ached for his shaft.

  I shouldn't have wanted him to use me, to take me, to fuck me like his personal sex toy, but I couldn't change those desires.

  At the same time, I could feel his erection pressed down through his trousers.

  "You want me to use you, don't you? You want me to ride you."

  "Yes!”There was no way for me to lie or prevaricate.

  "You're going to have to wait. You're going to have to be patient," he told me. Immediately, those words elicited a groan from deep within my chest. But then, he was sucking again, the milk started to flow, and I moaned in ecstasy.

  He pulled away again several seconds later. "I like the sounds you make. When you moan, it makes you sound like a cow, like a stupid farm animal."

  "No. I'm not, I'm not an animal!" I snapped back at him.

  He just chuckled and returned to my breasts. He sucked on my nipples again, forcing the milk to flow through my body.

  Every drop felt wonderful.

  But then, he stopped. He pulled back, and he looked down into my eyes. "Jasmine, tell me the truth. What you want? What you want right now?"

  "I…I…”

  I want you to let me go. I want you to take me home. I want you to go turn yourself into the police because none of this can possibly be legal! Those were the words I meant to say. Instead, something else entirely emerged from my lips. "I want you to fuck me…” My voice trembled as I fought to reclaim some degree of control over my body.

  "That's right. You want this. You can't help yourself. You are so desperate. You would do anything right now, wouldn't you?"

  "No—yes!” I couldn't stop myself. I changed my answer. I was helpless, locked away behind impenetrable bars of my own desire.

  "Get up on your hands and knees. I'm going to use you like you're an animal. That's what you deserve, isn't it?"

  I opened my mouth, ready to argue with him, ready to tell him that he couldn't do this to me, but I assumed the position. At the same time, I dipped my head down low, and I waited. I waited for him to use me. I waited for him to penetrate me.

  Derek came on hard, thrusting into me. Everything seemed to happen so fast. I didn't even catch the sound of him pulling down his pants. But then his shaft was deep within me. He grabbed onto my hair, pulling back, forcing me to look up at the wall. "What sound does the cow make?"

  At first, I couldn't possibly comprehend what he was doing or what he meant by that. Those words sounded like gibberish, like a completely random sentence.

  But then, the sound emanated from deep within my chest. "Moo!” I cried out.

  "That's right," he said, burying his shaft deep within my body. He pushed forward. He didn't have to wait. He didn't need to give me any time to relax. My body was already open, my slit ready for him.

  Every thrust made me moan. Every thrust made me gasp.

  It only took a few seconds before the first orgasm exploded within me. Seconds later, I endured another burst of pleasure. Ecstasy surged deep within my core, and I knew that he was just getting started with me. He pumped me hard and fast, using me. He took me and claimed me. Right there, I didn't feel like a person. No, I became something else, something less.

  I was his puppet, his toy, and his plaything. He could use me however he wished, and I had no way to stop him.

  In fact, I couldn't even want to try to stop him. Before seeing hi
m up on that stage, I thought I would always be in control of my own body. My destiny should have been firmly locked in my hands.

  It wasn't.

  He worked me over until he started to come. I cried out again, panting with desperation. I felt him pulsate. He yanked on my hair even harder. Pleasure and pain mixed together, creating the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced. And when he pulled back, finished with me, I couldn't think. I could barely see straight.

  Collapsing down onto the sheets, I simply breathed.

  For a long time, I didn't move. For a long time, I stayed right there on the bed.

  "Are you ready to admit the truth? Are you ready to tell me that hypnotism is real?" When he came back up onto the bed, he put his hand on my shoulder. The warmth of his skin soaked into me. It felt wonderful, but I still couldn't forget about what he had done.

  Again and again, I searched through my psyche, desperate to find some anger.

  And yet, that was the most intense, most vivid, most powerful set of orgasms I had ever experienced. As hard as I tried, I couldn't be angry I couldn't even get upset about the fact that he used his abilities to make me lactate.

  "Why?" I asked. "Why does it matter?"

  He rolled me onto my back. I no longer felt the mental bonds locked around my body. If I tried to lift my arm, I suspected I would be able to do so. Somehow, I didn't feel the urge to fight anymore.

  I should have.

  "It matters because I’ve seen girls like you before. You guys come down from your colleges and universities, and you insist that you know everything. You really believe that you can be in control."

  "I still don't know how you did it, but I don't think it was with a lighter and some slowly spoken words," I said.

  "What if I trained you? What if I took this weak willed body of yours and made sure that you humiliated yourself for my pleasure? Would that prove to you that if hypnosis is real?"

  I swallowed, wondering if he really could do it. But then, I got back up onto my consciousness. I looked into his eyes, disregarding the fact that I was still naked, that my pussy still throbbed from his shaft.

  For the first time, I glanced back at the doorway. It would've been easy to try to run into the hall and down to the front doors. I could have fled outside.

  Instead, I glared at him. "I don't believe in hypnosis," I repeated again. Something inside of me solidified. It was my determination. Throughout my college career, I had taken numerous psychology courses, and they all came away with the same conclusion. Hypnosis was fake, it was a parlor trick designed for cruise ships and carnivals.

  It wasn't real. And I wasn't about to let this guy trick me into thinking that it could be. "That's a shame. I thought you were smarter than this. I guess you really are nothing but a dumb cow."

  My lips fell open, and I intended to tell him that he couldn't speak to me that way. Instead, just one sound emerged from my mouth, “Moo!”

  Right away, I clamped my hands over my mouth. What just happened? Why did I sound like a cow? He smirked at me. "Obviously, you need to be trained more thoroughly. You are obviously a very bad cow."

  He grabbed me by the back of my neck. Before I knew what was happening, I was face down again. Only this time, he touched his hand to my ass, he squeezed. He pinched hard, and the gasp of pain emerged from my lips. My skin was hot, my heart was pondering, and I still didn't understand what he had planned.

  "You know what makes girls more susceptible to hypnosis? Just a little bit of pain. Here, let me show you."

  “Moo!” No, that wasn't what I intended to say, but I still couldn't get out any words in English. And then, his hand flew down, smacking at the back of my ass.

  At first, I couldn't even process what happened. I was an adult. No one ever spanked me. No one ever struck at my buttocks, but then the pain flashed along my nervous system, and finally clicked.

  I tried to speak again. Instead, all I could do was moo like some idiotic barnyard animal. I tried to push myself back up onto my hands and knees. That didn't work either.

  He straddled me, spanking me. His hand came down again and again, each time leaving another blistering burst of pain that rocked through my system. Gasping and panting, moaning and whimpering, I tried to push myself away.

  "Since you can't think for yourself, you might as well acknowledge the truth. You aren't really a college girl. You are just a cow."

  No, that wasn't true. I tried to tell him, to explain, but I couldn't. He kept spanking me until my vision misted over. Every strike left my skin tingling and aching and burning, all at the same time. Again and again, he smacked my ass. The sounds of clapping filled his bedroom.

  "That's right. You're going to be a cow. Every time I strike, you're going to feel a little bit more of your independence slip away. All of those important thoughts that you think matter so much will dissipate. You aren't going to be able to think for yourself. You aren't going to be able to remember what it felt like to be a person. You're going to crawl. You're going to be milked. You're going to eat grass."

  No!

  I fought as hard as I could.

  But as he smacked my ass, I could feel everything start to change. My thoughts grew dimmer and quieter. I struggled to remember things. I tried to tell myself that he couldn't really put me into a trance. He couldn't make me forget what I already knew.

  Those promises all sounded so hollow, so false.

  SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

  Even the pain of my spanking started to dissipate. Yes, it was there, but it turned into background noise, a buzzing of sensation running from my ass to the rest of my body. He spanked me again and again, taking away my control, taking away my independence, taking away my freedom.

  This man looked down at me. At some point, I had known his name. He had dark hair, a strong jaw, and I crawled up to him, nuzzling my nose against his thigh.

  "You want me to take you outside, don't you?"

  The sun just started to rise, and light cut through the window. I didn't nod or say a word. Somehow, that didn't feel right. Instead, I kept looking up at him with my big, brown eyes.

  He chuckled, reaching down and stroking my hair. He moved his hands along my body, finally settling his palms on my breasts. "It looks like someone needs to be milked soon," he said. When his fingertips brushed along my nipples, a shiver vibrated through my body. "But not yet."

  I didn't understand what he meant, but Derek slid off of the bed, and he stopped at the doorway. "Come on," he ordered.

  Like a good little cow, I crawled after him. As I moved along, I could hear it, the ringing of a square bell. Then I glanced down, and I spotted it, a cow bell dangling from the collar around my neck. At some point, while I had been unconscious, he must've put it on me.

  If I expected to get angry or upset, I must have been surprised because no emotion at all overtook me. Rather, I followed after this man, knowing full well that he would take care of me.

  Somehow, it felt right to do as he said, to obey.

  I crawled behind him as he made his way into the kitchen. I stayed down on all fours, silent. Somehow, I instinctively understood that it was my place to remain at his feet, to wait patiently while he worked.

  Occasionally, I caught a glimpse of his smiling face. That struck me as most important. This man needed to be happy. I had to please him.

  "You're being a very good girl," he said to me, reaching down and running his fingers through my hair. He massaged my scalp for a moment, and I lifted my head as high as I could, if only to make it easier for this man.

  My owner.

  Those words popped into my head, and I didn't react. I didn't get upset. They felt true, like they fit. Yes, this man owned me. He would tell me what to do. I would obey, and he would take care of me.

  It was also simple.

  Then he put something down on the floor in front of me. I sniffed once, looking at the blades of grass. They seemed fresh, like they were damp from the early morning dew. I tilted my head
to the side, and some small part of me rebelled against this notion.

  What was I expected to do?

  Derek told me without hesitating. "Go on, cow. Eat. Eat like the little barnyard animal I know were meant to be."

  If I'd been able to think clearly, I would've taken umbrage at those words. I would have been upset. Instead, I looked down at the grass. Then I looked up at him. I didn't know what to do. Some small part of me kept shouting at me to get back up on my feet, to run away.

  But where was I supposed to go? What was I supposed to do then? That little voice inside of my head didn't really understand that I couldn't think clearly.

  "I guess you just need some help," Derek decided, leaning down. He put his hand on the back of my head, and he forced my face into the bowl. My lips and nose brushed up against the grass. The aroma filled my nostrils, and my stomach suddenly clenched with hunger.

  I wanted to eat. More importantly, I wanted to eat this.

  If it was wrong, I couldn't explain why. If I was supposed to eat something else, I couldn't think of what it would be. So I opened my mouth, and I scooped up some of the grass with my tongue.

  "That's right. Start eating, cow."

  He kept calling me a cow, and that word seem to fit me as well. I liked it. As I started to chew on the grass in my mouth, I lifted my head, and I looked up at him to give him a vacant smile.

  "Lovely," he said, patting me on the head again. The man named Derek moved his hand along my back. He was petting me, and I looked up at him.

  He studied my face, like he wondered if he might find something. Was he looking for recognition? Anger? Frustration or shame? Maybe he wanted to find simple defiance. The longer he looked, the more convinced he became that I was just a blank animal, and obedient little girl cow who would do whatever her owner said.

  It seemed right. He owned me, so I would be obedient. I would be his plaything if that's what he wanted.

  "Keep eating," he commanded, so I did. I chewed and I swallowed. I took another bite of grass, and I chewed it and I swallowed it, and it tasted so wonderful. My mind had been rewritten, altering my most basic perceptions. As far as I was concerned, this grass was exactly what I needed. I wanted to have more!