Nancy’s eyes rolled back into her head as the orgasm hit. Her whole world went red with pleasure, but the man behind her didn’t let up; his finger danced on her clit until she shuddered and moaned with pleasure so intense that it was literally beyond words. “That’s it,” he whispered in her ear as she leaned into him, her cries echoing off the walls of the climate-controlled basement, “let it all out and come for me. That’s my good girl, coming so hard, it’s okay, you can moan for me, there’s nobody to hear it, you can give in completely for me. That’s right. Good girl. Come. Come. Come.”
She slowly sank to her knees as he relentlessly fingered her. Her legs didn’t want to support her anymore; every bit of her concentration was wrapped up in the tide of bliss that washed over her and through her, and trivial things like standing didn’t seem to matter in the excitement of the moment. The man guided Nancy gently downward, supporting her body with his arms even as he continued to tease the pleasure out of her cunt. At last, trembling, she crested in one last climax and slumped to the floor. Her eyes didn’t want to open. Her legs didn’t want to stand. Her body didn’t want to move.
“Now, Nancy,” he whispered in her ear, crouching over her. “We’ve only just begun.”
His voice sounded smooth and silky in her ears, impeccably mannered and yet unshakably firm. The same voice that had welcomed her to the Special Projects Archive, but with her eyes closed Nancy couldn’t connect the silver-haired man in the tweed jacket with the commanding, hypnotic tones that told her to finish undressing. Those bright blue eyes behind the wire-frame glasses were charming, not mesmerizing… but as Nancy’s hands lazily drifted down to push her skirt down around her ankles, she realized she didn’t know if there was a difference anymore.
“That’s a good girl, Nancy,” he said warmly, as she finally managed to kick off her panties and expose her cunt fully to his gaze and his touch. His fingers caressed her pubic mound lovingly, but there was no mistaking the possessiveness in his hands. “You’re doing so well, and of course the more you obey, the deeper you go for me. And you can just say that right now, repeating it easily and effortlessly and believing it more and more with every repetition. The more you obey…”
“The deeper I go,” Nancy mumbled hazily, her fingers fumbling with the buttons of her blouse. Her jacket was hanging on her chair, removed hours ago when she first settled in to begin her research. The archivist had been so kind then, so solicitous. He’d brought her books as she asked for them, provided her with ‘tea and biscuits’ (and Nancy was still new enough to London that the phrase still charmed her) and checked on her as the minutes became hours in the silent, sunless room. Even when her eyes began to blur with exhaustion from poring over ancient manuscripts, even when she stared at the growing pile of tomes to be reshelved and despaired that she’d just gotten started with her project, he’d been nothing but helpful.
Nancy couldn’t quite figure out when his polite requests had become polite insistences, when he’d stopped asking her what she needed and started telling her. But that was when it all started. When he told her to close her tired eyes and rest for a moment, to just listen to his voice and let all that stress vanish out of her mind with every slow, lazy breath… that was when Nancy began to surrender to his control. It just seemed so much easier to relax and concentrate on his gentle, dulcet tones. It felt so peaceful to unwind her thoughts and accept his. And the more she listened…
“The more I obey,” she murmured again, her body gently settling into a prone position on the cushion of her own clothing. She didn’t remember what he’d just said to her; long stretches of time kept disappearing into the haze of pleasure in the back of her head. Even his name simply vanished into the thick, white fog that swallowed more and more of her thoughts with every moment; she struggled to come up with it, but her mind only wanted to supply her with the word ‘Master’. Nancy knew that wasn’t right, but she’d long ago stopped remembering why.
“That’s my good girl, Nancy,” he replied, his fingers sliding back into her wet pussy. The sensation blurred Nancy’s sense of time, confusing her perceptions until she couldn’t quite remember for a moment whether she was experiencing reality or profound deja vu. She felt like she was sinking into pleasure all over again, so distracted by the feel of his finger on her clit that she couldn’t process what he was doing to her. It felt so good, and she couldn’t resist all that pleasure, could she? “Of course not. And you don’t need to.” She realized she’d tuned out again, that his words had become her thoughts without her even noticing. “Because the more you obey…”
Nancy sighed, her hips involuntarily squirming into his touch. “The deeper I go,” she whimpered. The words came automatically now; his voice had worn a groove into her mind with the endless repetitions, creating an unthinking association between obedience and trance. She was deeply hypnotized, so naturally she obeyed him. She allowed him to command her mind and body, so naturally she didn’t need to think for herself anymore. The pleasure welded the two ideas together in a seamless loop, one link in a chain of programming that bound her mind into his control. She almost marveled at how quickly he’d taken her will away, but she had no idea how long she’d spent lost in the fog of bliss for him.
It didn’t matter anyway. His trance lasted as long as it needed to last. Nancy went as deep as she needed to go to accept his programming without hesitation. “You’re so open now, Nancy,” he cooed gently in her ear, his other hand lightly teasing her nipples until her breath came in gasps. “Every time you repeat my words, you find another spot in your mind that still resists and smooth it away into obedience. As you sink further and further into trance, you surrender more and more to my will. The deeper you go…”
Nancy’s reply came out as a strangled squeal of pleasure, her body no longer able to resist the waves of hot, tingling desire flowing up her spine from her cunt. “The more… I obey.” She could hear the emptiness in her voice, the complete absence of thought behind the words and the pleasure, and it only made her arousal stronger. She knew on some level that this was part of the programming, that the connection between erasing her own resistance and the sexual heat that made her hips strain to push his fingers deeper into her pussy was one that was made for her. But it was so irresistibly strong now that she couldn’t help but crave his programming.
Of course it was irresistible. She was helping him erase her resistance. “Helping me fuck your will away, Nancy, until all you are and all you want to be is my obedient slave.” She didn’t even notice the way his words and her thoughts intertwined anymore. She only accepted. “And you can go so much deeper for me. No matter how smooth and blank your mind is, you can always sink further into my control with another repetition. Your programming has only just begun, pet. Because the more you obey…”
Nancy’s response was barely even recognizable as words. “Ohhh, Goddd,” she moaned, her cunt clenching around his fingers in climax. “The deeper, ohhh, deeper I… gohhhhh!” She felt pussy drench itself with fluid as the orgasm blanked out her mind and melted her voice into a slur of incoherent moans. Nancy heard him whispering to her, urging her on to new heights of pleasure and tying that pleasure to new depths of obedience, but she couldn’t make her mind consciously focus on anything but coming. Everything else simply slipped past her.
“Good girl,” he purred, his voice seeping into her mind like a drizzle of warm honey. “You don’t need to stop, you don’t ever need to stop coming for me. Just keep going, keep coming, let me fuck your mind away completely. Fucking your mind away completely, pet, no thoughts, no will, no resistance.” His fingers kept pumping in and out, relentlessly rubbing her clit, pounding her cunt, never giving her even the slightest chance to recover her thoughts. “Fucking your mind away. Completely.”
Nancy let out a wordless groan of ecstasy, unable to stop the waves of orgasmic delight now even if she wanted to. The stimulation was unyielding, turning one climax into two into three like a stone skipping across the surface of a pond. Time stretched and distended like warm taffy, until all she could do was come against his fingers and soak up his hypnotic words. “That’s a good slave,” he whispered in her ear, the endless pleasure inexorably associating her new self with powerful, helpless bliss. “That’s my good, obedient slave. Come for me, come for Master, belong to Master.”
“Mmmmmaster!” she choked out, the word almost unrecognizable among one moan after another. She couldn’t stop coming, she didn’t know if she was ever going to stop coming and all of the pleasure came from Master. Master’s fingers fucked her into obedience, Master’s words smoothed her mind into bliss, Master’s power washed away everything but her slave self and that was all she needed now. She needed to go deeper. She needed to obey. She needed to belong to her Master.
“That’s right, slave.” She felt his mouth on her nipples for just a moment, tugging at them with pursed lips, and the shock of it cascaded a whole new series of climaxes through her body. “Keep coming, keep coming for me, keep coming for Master. All your will is dripping out through your cunt, gushing onto my fingers, vanishing away. The more you come, the less you think. The less you think, the more you obey. The more you obey, the more you come for me. Good girl. Good slave. Come.”
Nancy had long ago lost track of the number or orgasms. Her mind had completely given up, shutting down from the overwhelming sensory overload until Master’s words became not just her thoughts but her entire identity. She was slave, he was Master, and everything else was simply overwritten with the inexorable truth of his words. Slave obeyed, slave came, slave accepted. Her brain simply couldn’t handle anything else right now.
“Good girl,” he said, his fingers finally slowing to a stop inside of her and withdrawing. “Good girl.” Nancy instantly slumped into complete, boneless exhaustion; only when he finally let up did she realize just how badly she had needed to stop. Her muscles felt weak and rubbery, and she was drenched with sweat. A streamer of drool trickled from the corner of her mouth, but her limbs felt too heavy to reach up and wipe it away. When her Master gathered her up in his arms, Nancy simply went limp and allowed herself to be held. His possessive embrace soothed away her returning thoughts before they could even form; all she wanted was to be stroked and petted and owned, and his touch filled that need perfectly.
After what seemed like a blank, timeless eternity, he helped her back into a kneeling position. “Go ahead and get dressed again, slave,” he said to her gently, handing her back her blouse. “You don’t need the underwear anymore, but at least the blouse and the skirt. We have a little traveling to do, and you’ll need to be dressed to go out in public.”
Nancy’s only response was a to murmur acceptance in a blank, docile tone, but he must have seen a furrow of confusion on her brow because he cupped her chin and gave her a kiss. “I’m taking you home, pet. To your new home, where I can help you go even deeper into my will. You’re already doing so well, and surrendering so deeply, but…” He chuckled. “As I said before, my darling slave. We’ve only just begun.”
THE END