Sarah moved through the courtyard to the doors with a quickened pace. The run-in with the librarian had made her a little frightened, but it confused her why she had been so shaken by it at first. Her mind tried to trace back what she’d been doing beforehand, but started to fuzz up. Something had frightened her to be sure, but she couldn’t remember what it was. There was a couple having sex in front of the dorm doors, so she had some time to think while she waited for the man to finish.
*Was it not wearing my headphones? I know that I’m not allowed to put them on when in classes or my dorm, but why did it bother me so much? I thought I was scared before I even got caught,* she thought to herself, watching as the man finally stepped aside to let her pass, thanking him with a kiss. *Wait! Maybe if I reread my notes, it’ll jog my memory!*
Satisfied with her plan, she rushed back up to her room with a cheery grin. Another recent change to the school was the gender segregation plan being changed. In order to prevent illicit activity, the dorms had previously been split allowing only same gender roommates. The change made it so that only gender pairs could share a dorm, with same sex pairs needing express permission from the housing staff. Sarah remembered being glad it had changed, but not really knowing why.
Finally putting her ID in the lock and opening the door, she was greeted by her roommate Tom watching something on the tv. He noticed her enter with a wave from the couch, turning his attention back to the tv quickly and laughing at the half of a joke he caught. She took off her shoes at the entrance and hesitated there for a moment, the fuzz coming back again, only this time it hurt.
“Hey Tom, was I supposed to… ask you something?”
“Eh? Oh, uh, I think you forgot to ask if I needed help with anything since you got home.”
“Ah, right,” she replied with a sigh of relief. “Did you need help with anything, or should I leave you alone?”
“I’ve got some food in the microwave, and I fucked the DA when she came by for an inspection, so I’m good for now. I’ll head into your room when I want to fuck you later, so make sure you’ve got your panties off.”
“Sure thing!” Sarah said, heading back to her own room and shutting the door.
Tom’s so nice, so many guys are assholes here, but Tom actually cares about me, Sarah thought in an almost meditative manner.
Shaking her head, she returned to her plan and took out the notebook she’d been working on. Most of the pages were banal figures and data points, which while good for practice, didn’t help her remember what the problem was back at the library. Reaching the final page, she found a note she had no memory of writing. In large, jagged letters were instructions to wear her headphones in her room.
Her heart began racing, a finger gliding over the message like it might be a figment of her imagination. For a moment, she looked at her shut door, part of her wanting to ask Tom about it, knowing that he was smart enough to help her with these kinds of problems. Wearing the headphones was against the rules indoors after all, but the why escaped her. Swallowing her fear, and not wanting Tom to get mad at her, she snuck out the headphones and slipped them into her ears. Seconds passed like minutes as she waited for some sudden revelation to hit her, but nothing came.
She touched the buds for a moment as they started playing a new song, and her eyes closed. It hit her how nostalgic this kind of thing was, and how much she enjoyed the simple pleasure of private music. That led to her thinking about the rules again, and her brow furrowed, the gears in her head clicked bit by bit. All of the rules were geared towards lowering the status of women, all of them sex related in some way. She pressed the buds deeper, as if the music would drive out these horrible realizations. They only dug up more, as the memories of the library came back to her once again. Tears brimmed on her eyes as her breath quickened, she felt the walls close in on her.
An hour passed while the music looped in her head, panic both stretching the time and shortening her ability to act at the same time. Tom opened the door and caught her, breaking Sarah from the stupor she’d been caught in. She looked up at him in panic, both hands clearly holding the headphones in place.
“Hey, aren’t those banned?” he asked her plainly.
The casual nature of his voice sprang a desperate, small hope in her brain. She thought back on how nice Tom had been, and how he couldn’t hurt a fly. He could never rape her like that guy at the library, something was wrong with this, and whatever it was, it was affecting him as well.
“Close the door! Tom, I need you to trust me,” she asked, standing up and pulling him in further.
“Whoa, whoa, what’s going on?”
She locked the door to her room and went rummaging through her closet. Towards the back was a spare set of over the ear headphones. They were cheap, with quality to match, so she never used them for listening to music normally. For the purpose of breaking hypnosis, she had to hope that they would at least work a little bit. Pulling them out of their box, she plugged them into her phone and held them out to Tom.
“Please, Tom, something’s not right at this school. I can’t really explain it to you without you putting these on first,” she pleaded.
“Listen, Sarah, why don’t you just take the ear buds out and turn them in? You don’t want to—”
“Tom, listen to me! No, don’t even do that, just listen to this music, okay? I promise things will become clear.”
He squinted at her with his arms folded. The tears started spilling from her eyes again and he let out a sigh, too nice to tell her off once again. Tom took the headphones and pressed play on the song, sitting down on the edge of her bed with a bored expression. Sara took her seat back at the desk and put a hand on her chest. The beat was racing, but slowed down with practice. She’d need to be calm to figure out what was going on with the school, and Tom would help her.
After a few seconds, he pulled one of the muffs off to talk to her. “What is it this is meant to show me? The song is pretty nice, actually, but not my usual stuff.”
“I need you to think about the school. Listen to the music and really think about all the changes recently. Haven’t you noticed how all everyone’s acting way too sexual? Women are getting raped right in public and no one’s giving it a second glance!”
He put a hand on his chin, the expression of dawning realization coming over him just like it had for Sarah earlier. “Oh my god, you’re right… wait, how long have you known about this, Sarah?”
Her heart fluttered, finally a light at the end of the tunnel. “Just today! I… I must have snuck my headphones into the library to listen to some music like I used to, and whatever it was, it broke the conditioning! My mind about what happened is still a little fuzzy, but I remember being raped by someone while trying to study…”
Tom put a hand on her knee and smiled at her kindly. “Hey, it’s alright, you’re safe now. Have you told anyone else about this? This is a pretty big deal, we don’t know how many people could be involved.”
She shook her head. “Nobody but you. I knew that you’d be able to help me, Tom, I think someone’s messing with the guy’s heads too, making them act like this. What do you think we should do?”
He thought for a moment before nodding to himself, and holding up a finger to keep her quiet. She smiled and watched him stand up, unlocking the door and leaving. Eager to fight back, Sarah sprung up to follow him as he made a beeline for the front door, opening it and checking both sides. Despite the fear she felt moments ago, watching him work made her feel much safer. He closed the door and locked it before turning back to her and holding onto her shoulders.
“Alright, I need you to do something for me, okay?” Sara nodded happily. “Can you tell me what your name is?”
Sarah blinked at him for a few seconds, unsure if she heard him right. When the following silence made her uneasy, she opened her mouth to respond. Nothing came out. She cleared her throat and hit her chest lightly, figuring the tears had made her mouth dry. Nothing again. Tom let out a sigh of relief and then moved back to the couch, sitting down.
“Jesus fuck… you really scared me there, Sarah.”
Her eyes widened as she moved in front of him, pointing to her ears and panicking, thinking something had happened to her hearing. As he waved his hand dismissively, she knew already that the light she saw before was just the headlights of the train about to hit her.
“Right, guess if you’re feeling lucid I should explain it a bit. You’re not entirely off base with everyone being hypnotized, most guys wouldn’t actually go for this sort of thing even if handed to them. It was actually one of the bigger hangups with the ordeal, since we couldn’t just blind control everyone or team members would be affected as well. Of course the female members didn’t mind, but someone needed to keep the lights on, you know?”
Sarah backed up against the wall away from Tom. The friendly aura she had felt from him before was still there, and her instincts cried out to focus attention on him. It was like knowing a bowl of ice cream was poisoned in front of her, a sickening juxtaposition of desire and repulse.
“Thankfully it seems like the subliminal stuff is still in effect, even if you get knocked out of the more casual things. Sarah, right now you’re on lockdown, and you can talk again.”
Putting a hand on her throat, she hummed, just enough to confirm that he really had removed whatever impairment he had put in place. Before he could issue another command, she raced to the front door, grabbing the handle and throwing it opening, hoping to make enough noise to muffle anything he might say. Yet when presented with the open hallway, she found it stretching ominously out in front of her. A terror unlike any she’d felt before shot through her legs and made her collapse onto her butt. Tom casually walked around her and out into the hall, checking either side before looking back at her.
“You should be pretty paralyzed from coming out here. Actually has something to do with how the brain interprets transitional spaces, isn’t that neat?” he said before coming back in and closing the door. “Now, unless you want to try and jump out the third story window, I suggest you come back to the living room. I’ll explain things a bit more.”
He returned to his spot on the couch, crossing one leg confidently. Sarah looked out and the window just past him, a bright and sunny day. It could be survivable, it might be worth it, but it might just be another trap to humiliate her. More than the fear, curiosity drove her to get back up as well. Some part of her cried out for answers, what might drive people to do this, why her especially. Defeatedly, she shuffled back to her spot near the wall, refusing to sit down.
“Alright, so where to begin… well if you want to know the ‘how’, it took about a year of work even after we’d developed the tech. Had to start with the faculty, advisors, anyone that might have some reach outside or could catch that something was going to be up. Took a lot of refinement and planning for what specifically we wanted planted in everyone before we started, since we couldn’t stop once we did.”
“Why?” she asked before clearing her throat. “I mean… why do this at all?”
“Oh I could try and explain it as some big plan for world peace or something like that, but really it’s just a more toned up version of the genie wish rules. You know how you always get punished if you try and wish to be king, or the wealthiest man in the world, so you should wish instead for just a sandwich or something? Well we stumbled on the tech for therapy reasons, and decided instead to just have some fun with our school. Everyone young and fucking, enjoying things in a little mental paradise.”
“But it’s rape! You’re forcing people to have sex, don’t you see how fucked up all of this is?!” her voice was starting to break, the insanity of the situation mocking her rationality.
“Absolute power corrupts absolutely. This is a compromise with our own desire, and helps keep things from going out of control. When we first started thinking of things to do with it, the idea of containing any changes within the school was a given, what with how we do the work,” Tom waved one of his hands. “Regardless, it’s not like we were a group of horny guys that stumbled on this. One of the female researchers was actually the first to put it forward, a cute little redhead named Meg, but at first a lot of us didn’t want to accept it as what we should do. She was… pretty convincing though, if you can imagine.”
Sarah wanted to yell at him more, but immediately felt how hopeless it would be. Her mind then turned to more personal issues, and she slumped down onto the floor.
“Fine… well what are the things you have in my head?”
“Basic safety stuff from way back when we first started. You can’t tell anyone anything sexual about the school or what happens here, you can’t talk about this stuff with the authorities of any kind except school faculty. There’s also supposed to be a safety net of people trusting anyone on the research team. Any guys that get weirded out are meant to seek out the female members, girls seek out the male ones.”
“Are you saying that me trusting you, everything about me thinking you could help, that was all some bullshit you put in there?!”
“Sort of, I obviously couldn’t keep that belief in there if I was a prick in reality. Regardless of the desire, you still need to think of me as a nice person at some level, we just amp it up some.”
“It was hopeless from the start…”
Sarah hid her face in her palms, wanting to cry, but feeling too empty at this point to muster up the energy. She heard Tom getting out of his seat and approaching her, instinctively looking back up and moving away from him. He frowned down at her and put both hands on his hips, like looking down at a misbehaving dog.
“Listen, you can call it hopeless if you want, but it’s not like I was shoving glass in your cunt or something. We had sex, you sucked cock, is that really such a horrible experience? You know we fine tuned your attention levels as well so your grades wouldn’t drop, right? They might have actually gotten boosted.”
“So what, I should be thanking you?!”
“That or fucking me,” he replied with a laugh. “Sorry, poor taste I know. Listen, you can make this all go away again pretty easily. Come with me to the lab, we’ll try and see if we can fix up your earphones with something that won’t snap you out of it anymore, and we can let you sneak off to listen to them in your room. Isn’t that good enough?”
“How can I be happy knowing I’m just getting raped every day?”
“You literally ask for it, happily too, does that count as rape?”
“It does when I’m not in control of my own body!”
Tom rubbed the bridge of his nose before sighing and heading back over to the couch. “Fine, you know what, I’m just going to show you the difference. Sarah, you’re a doll now.”
Sarah felt a cramp in her legs, one that slithered under her skin and moved up along her body. Try as she did to fight it, her limbs betrayed her, picking herself off the floor and standing at rigid attention. Tom pointed to the spot in front of him and snapped his fingers. Once again Sarah moved, this time walking briskly to where he instructed and standing still. He stood up and stared into her eyes. Even though her body was his, the eyes could move at her will, and it allowed her to watch him pull his hand back. He smacked her across the face, the sound reverberating across the room.
The sting was swift to come and slow to leave, unable to rub her face for comfort or slink away from the attack. It felt like her whole body was locked in stone. He touched the wound, pins and needles poking the sensitive skin as he rubbed it in. A second later and he delivered another slap in the same spot, making the pain even worse than before. She could feel the tears sharply as one slid down her sore cheek.
“See? Now you’re just a doll. Now this would be fucked up for sure. Right now you actually aren’t in control of yourself, you’re under my control. The way you were before, you had some control, you just liked and accepted different things. Yeah, yeah, morality is shaky, but it was more fun than this, right?”
Unable to nod or shake her head, she only stared back at him. He brought his hand up to her mouth and did a little unzipping motion. The programming kicked in once again and she felt her voice return to her.
“Please, Tom, I’m sorry! Don’t hit me again…” she pleaded.
“Do you see why we did things the way we did now?”
“Yes, I do. You’re right Tom, I shouldn’t have said those things! Please, will you let me go now?”
He shook his head again and sat down on the couch. “Dammit, Sarah, you’re really not getting it here. What do you even mean ‘let you go’? Like, leave the school? Do you think that’s the end goal here, just to get out and run away? Do you promise to not tell anyone?”
“Yes, I swear I won’t.”
He shook his head. “I was being sarcastic. Look it’s not like this is the rest of your life, it’s just college. You’ll finish, get your degree, and go back to normal life after all of this. Programming should even fade given time. Do you really still want to scream and cry about it?”
“I… I just don’t…” she tried to articulate clearly while her body refused to help communicate her feelings. The fear, panic, despair, even the disgust at the idea. Most of the disgust was aimed at herself, how badly she wanted to agree with Tom, to let herself become a sex toy for every man on campus. “I don’t want this!”
Tom eyebrow cocked in confusion, making Sarah reel mentally. She had expected anger, maybe regret on his part, but not that.
“But… you do. I mean sure you don’t want your life taken or to be enslaved, but… you definitely did like this stuff even before we messed with you.”
Her mind turned as rigid as her posture, bracing for the shock of thoughts about to hit it. They came in slowly at first, and leaked out of her mouth before she had a chance to stop them. “I… do? How can you even know something like that?”
“Because I’ve seen your porn history? Hold on, look,” he said, reaching down between her legs and rubbing. A sudden breath hitched up as she felt his fingers caress around her inner thighs. When he brought them back up, there was a faint glisten on them. “You’re literally dripping right now. You have been ever since I put you in doll mode.”
“That’s not… you’re just doing that! You’re messing with my head!” she cried back at him.
“Why would I do that? No, better yet, why even lie?”
“I don’t… But that was…” her eyes darted around, as if trying to find an answer written down somewhere.
“You always liked hypnosis stuff, Sarah. Yeah that stuff was just a fantasy, but this might as well be, given the dreamy headstate you’ll be in.”
She reached down inside herself, hoping to find something. Her fingers squirmed against her thighs, the strain manifesting in the smallest of motor control. She heard Tom starting to move away and opened her eyes. He was rubbing his chin again in thought, talking to himself.
“Maybe it dug too deep? I guess we should try and wipe her and see what the problem is, can’t have this happening again somewhere bad…” he muttered.
While the full extent of what would be wiped wasn’t made clear, any explanation was sure to terrify her further. In a panic, she tried to pull out the first answer she could think of. Whatever sudden desire or thought she could imagine that would keep that from happening.
“I-I don’t like being open to anyone, I want a master!” she almost shouted.
Tom looked up at her, and she felt a brief respite that it meant he wasn’t thinking of putting her under again. Afterwards came the crash of embarrassment as she realized what she had said. His eyes seemed to light up a little bit, in a way that both terrified her mind and excited her traitorous body. He moved forward and rubbed the unslapped cheek gently.
“Ah… I get it now. So the freaking out was just your fetish getting a little mixed with someone else’s?”
“Well, no, I just—”
Tom wrapped his arms around Sarah and squeezed her ass with both hands. She could do little more than fidget against him, but her voice was caught in her throat. The sporadic plan she’d come up with seemed to be working, even if she didn’t really have an end goal in mind. Her eyes shut tight and she bit her lower lip while he continued to fondle her.
“Shit though, it would take a whole lot of work to set specific exceptions up. I’d need to try and find a way to minimize the workload, maybe try and find some way to slip it into the broadcasts affirmations? That’s even assuming the other’s will care about it…”
“You, um…” her mind strained to guess at a suggestion to make things easier. “You could just keep me here? In the dorm room, I mean. Let me stay here and you can work on a long term solution.”
“What about your classes? I suppose I could ask for any paperwork, tell the teachers you’re sick… they may be under some hypnosis, but you do still need to actually do some classwork like you were when you were under.”
“I could make it worth your while… master?” Sarah offered, hoping that the pants of adrenaline levels dropping sounded like arousal instead.
“You can move, go over to the couch,” he smacked her ass to punctuate the order.
She felt her limbs loosen and nearly collapsed from the wave of responses each of them gave. Keeping as steady as possible, she moved over to the couch and bent over one of the arms, waving her ass from side to side at Tom. Her breathing started to pick up again as the sound of his footsteps got louder behind her. It wasn’t so much the feeling of vulnerability, but rather the fear of underperforming, which frightened her. If she wasn’t able to keep him happy, she might end up getting wiped.
He gripped her hips casually. She could tell it wasn’t the first time they’d done something like this, though her mind evidently clouded over many of the details. His cock lightly tapped against her ass and she squirmed out of reflex. It wasn’t enough to alert him of her discomfort, but she did her best to suppress it. Then came the actual fucking. He wasn’t slow or gentle as she had hoped, but it wasn’t painful either given how wet she was. Every panting breath sounded like ecstasy on her part, and she was thankful for that much. Each violent thrust shook her into the cushioning on the arm, shaking her away from any chance to disassociate from the moment.
“How does it feel, Sarah?” Tom asked with a smack on her ass.
“Great! Please fuck me more, Tom.”
She let out a sudden yelp as he yanked her hair back. “Use the title, slut.”
“I’m sorry master, please forgive me!” she pleaded, whimpering from the pain even as he let it go.
Over the next few hours she came to regret her choice of avoiding the brain wipe. He took her from room to room of the dorm and debased her in different ways. Fucking on his bed while choking her. He used her clean clothes to wipe his cock off when they did it in her room and had her put them on. A fuck in the shower where he tried to make her gag on his length as much as possible. Finally, he had her cook them both a meal, garnishing her portion with a final load of cum before letting her eat it off of the floor.
“God damn… we’ll see about fixing your head so you can stay my slave tomorrow.”
“Thank you, master…” Sarah breathed out, throat and body completely sore.
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Sarah woke up early, the birds chirping in the orange sky reminding her as much. While she would have loved to sleep in, she had work to do. First thing was to get started on breakfast, just a simple bit of eggs and toast, though she only made one. Her own portion would have to come later. The meal was taken into Tom’s room, where he got to eat it while she sucked him off in bed. Cum down her throat was one of her more common meals for the past few weeks. He pat her head while he gave her the first load, and she made sure to smile at him.
Tom left for his classes not long after, giving Sarah time to clean the dorm in what little ways she could, and then begin her own classwork. It was remote only, since going outside would mean that someone else could just grab and use her. Sullenly, she would watch on the video call as each class was disturbed or otherwise added with sex. Usually teachers fucking students, but sometimes students in the auditorium fucking as well.
The pornographic scenes only served to remind Sarah of the situation she was stuck in now. Sarah’s brain had evidently been too busted from whatever the headphones blocked out. The same conditioning couldn’t work on her no matter what they tried.
Not that Tom or the other’s knew, of course. Sarah had lied to avoid getting wiped again. All the sex, the debasement, she would be painfully aware of how the school was now. Her pussy wouldn’t be as welcome as it was without preparations each time, grinding and rubbing near constantly to make the illusion that she was always ready for her master, Tom.
She felt pathetic and trapped, but at least she was still allowed to do classwork. As she finished writing some notes, she allowed herself to smile a little, remembering that in just a few years she could graduate and move on. The smile was quickly wiped away as she checked the time, already 4:30 pm. Pulling out her old porn folder, she opened some erotica and began reading. N*ot enough to cum, can’t cum unless he’s here*, she repeated to herself.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/vqdnam/school_of_hypnotic_fucks_part_2_hypnosis_noncon
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