From news.ICSI.Net!news.sprintlink.net!newsfeed.internetmci.com!news.compuserve.com!news.production.compuserve.com!news Sat Sep 30 14:07:12 1995 Path: news.ICSI.Net!news.sprintlink.net!newsfeed.internetmci.com!news.compuserve.com!news.production.compuserve.com!news From: RC <74734.271@CompuServe.COM> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: RC- "Hypno-ssage, the Finale"(f/f+) Date: 29 Sep 1995 22:00:56 GMT Organization: CompuServe, Inc. (1-800-689-0736) Lines: 503 Message-ID: <44hqao$9fh$4@mhafc.production.compuserve.com> DISCLAIMER : If you think this might offend you, don't read it. If you don't think it will offend you, enjoy it. No one/nothing in here is real or is meant to resemble anyone/anything/anywhere. Written by RC. Author assumes no responsibility for anything anyone does with this. Comments welcome. Author's Note: This story concludes the experiences of the characters from "Hypnotized", "Hypno-ssage", and "Amy's Massage". "Mark's Misadventures" All I could think about for a week after Tracy messed with my mind was, I get to mess with Amy's. And not just her mind. I didn't really worry about that other little note, the one that said "I will obey Tracy". I figured she just did that for laughs. Yeah. Right. Finally, one afternoon, I saw Amy. We were, of all places, in the grocery store. My face turned beet red as I saw her, and all the things Tracy had written down came at me all at once. The things I could make her do, the things I could make her feel...but in a grocery store? What the hell. Why not. Saying hello, I carefully avoided any mention of Tracy. We stood in the paper goods aisle, talking and laughing. I kind of looked up and down, noticing we were the only ones in the aisle for the moment. Grinning at what was about to happen, I looked at Amy and said, "I am hard for you, Amy." This phrase, Tracy had written, would get Amy all horny. Amy frowned, then sort of almost grinned. "That's nice to hear, I guess. But isn't this a little public?" My jaw hit the floor so hard it hurt. Still looking at me kind of strangely, Amy said goodbye. My face was beet red as I left the store. No one had heard, no one had noticed, but dammit, SOMETHING was wrong. Amy should have been all over me. She should have turned to putty, should have begged me to take her. But no. She looked at me like I was a poor, misguided sex maniac. Well, maybe I am, I thought, but I don't need her pity. Jeez... When I got home I called Tracy. I felt like I was calling Sears to tell them my washing machine didn't work. That thought went poof as soon as I heard her voice. The next thing I knew, I was listening to a dial tone. A quick check of my watch told me that about ten minutes had passed since I had dialed Tracy's number. And why did I want to go to Tracy's place so bad all of a sudden? As I got in my car and started for her place, I thought again about the note that had said "I will obey Tracy". Uh-oh, maybe she was serious. I pulled into her driveway, wondering why. I just sat there, figuring if I waited long enough, the urge to see her would go away. It didn't. The longer I sat there, the more I wanted to go into the house. I tried. I really tried. But after a while, I found myself walking up the sidewalk. I didn't want to ring the doorbell, but I did anyways. Without waiting, I then opened the door and went in. Acting on some command Tracy must have given me, I sat down in her living room and waited. A few minutes later, Tracy came downstairs. She looked at me without surprise, said hello, and sat down in a recliner. I thought briefly that it was the same chair Amy had been in when Tracy had first hypnotized her. Tracy just sat there for a moment. Then she said "Tell me about it." I went over what had happened in the grocery store, my attempt to use one of Amy's trigger phrases, her lack of reaction. Tracy frowned. "Hmm..." Absently, she tugged on her necklace. I watched as her pendant appeared, that little glass bauble that was the cause of all this. She reached out and handed it to me, saying, "Hold this a minute." I knew what was going to happen. I sat there holding the chain, the pendant dangling beneath it. My eyes locked onto it like radar. As my mind went blank, I chuckled a bit. I was hypnotizing myself. Weird. I woke up, nude, in Tracy's bed. She was nude as well, lying beside me, watching me with a smile. I glanced down at my limp, soggy cock and cursed Tracy's ability to have her way with me. I'd been used. I should have enjoyed it, but there was no memory at all of whatever had happened. Bummer. This was getting to be a drag. And I was going to complain. "What did you do to me this time?", I asked. I got even more pissed when she just kept grinning at me. Then she reached out and made a circle with her thumb and forefinger. Holding her hand over my limp cock, she chuckled and replied, "Let's just say that I...PUMPED YOU for information." Jesus, this is too much. As we dressed, I asked her what she thought she was doing, having me fuck her without my knowing or enjoying it. She looked at me calmly and retorted, "Oh, and what were you planning to do with Amy?" Um. Er... She laughed. "You enjoyed it. Trust me." Yeah. Thanks. She said I had told her everything she needed to know about Amy's reaction to my hypnotic trigger. I was free to go now, she said. I didn't want to go, I wanted to throw her on the bed and screw her for real, but I found myself back in my car, on my way home. DAMN! ============================================================================ "Amy's Program Fix" After Mark left, Tracy pondered for a while. Somehow, Amy was able to resist her post-hypnotic commands. The fact that Amy hadn't even tried to enslave Mark was additional evidence. Tracy decided that a phone call to Amy was in order. The message she left on Amy's machine was very specific, even if Amy wouldn't realize it. If Amy appeared at Tracy's doorstep this evening, Tracy still had control. If not, well, more research would be required. ============================================================================= Amy got home that evening and saw the light flashing on her answering machine. She pushed a few buttons. The next thing she knew, she was in her car wondering where she was going. As she pulled into Tracy's driveway, her eyes widened. She, too, sat in the car, trying to resist Tracy's post-hypnotic command. To no avail. She found herself sitting on the couch in Tracy's living room, wondering where Tracy was. Tracy soon appeared. Nude. Amy wasn't sure what to think. While she had enjoyed her little experience with Tracy, she had enjoyed her time with Lisa more. And Lisa was at least willing to let her have some fun too. Amy's eyes fixed automatically on the pendant nestled between Tracy's breasts. As Tracy knelt on the couch, straddling Amy's legs, Amy remained spellbound, her mind becoming cloudy, her body so heavy. As Amy's eyes closed she heard Tracy's voice in her ear. "Tell me, Amy, how you were able to resist Mark's hypnotic commands." When Amy's eyes opened, she was kneeling on the floor, nude, her face buried between Tracy's legs. Tracy's head was back, and she was moaning in ecstacy. Amy had no choice but to continue, and Tracy's cries grew louder and more impassioned as she came over and over. Finally, at Tracy's command, Amy stood up, looking at Tracy nervously. Tracy caught her breath and looked at Amy. Unable to meet Tracy's unwavering gaze, Amy lowered her head. Her face flared as if she were being scolded for some reason. "So, you had a massage, huh?" Amy nodded meekly. She was getting the feeling she was in over her head. Trisha had made her feel so good, so relaxed. And Lisa, well... But Tracy was starting to make her uncomfortable, like she was being dominated somehow. The crimson shading on her cheeks deepened. "Lie down, Amy." Amy had no choice but to comply. She didn't feel like she was hypnotized or anything, and in fact she was not, but something in Tracy's tone made it clear she expected obedience. Amy lay on the floor. "Turn over." Amy rolled over onto her stomach, getting more nervous every second. She closed her eyes and waited. She was startled nonetheless when she felt Tracy's hands on her shoulders. Her eyes flew open and she gasped. But to her amazement, she soon realized that Tracy was giving her a massage. And she was even using oil! When had she gotten that? Amy's eyes closed in delight as Tracy's hands caressed her body. Tracy knelt above Amy, hands soaked with warm oil. Soon Amy's body glistened as Tracy continued massaging Amy's nude body. Amy's eyes were now closed, and she was smiling gently. Tracy grinned to herself as the phrase, "I'll get you, my pretty", came to her. Yes, I will, she thought. Damn Trish anyways for playing with my toys. She always liked my toys better. It wasn't long before Amy's limp body was covered from head to toe by the aromatic oil. Amy lay as if in a dream, her body melting, her thoughts drifting easily, slowly. Maybe she won't hypnotize me this time, she thought dimly. Maybe...Maybe...maybe............. Tracy knew very well she didn't have to hypnotize Amy. She knew, as Trisha had, that Amy's mind was so open at this point that she was already in trance. As Amy's last concious thought winked out, Tracy felt her body go limp, saw her expression soften, heard her breathing slow. Tracy grinned widely. This would be fun. ============================================================================= "Three's Company" To Trisha's delight, she found a message from Amy on her machine, asking for another appointment. She immediately called Amy and they agreed to meet at six that evening. Trisha didn't know, indeed, Amy didn't even know that as soon as Amy hung up the phone, she called Tracy and told her the time of the appointment. Tracy smiled gently as she hung up the phone. ============================================================================= Amy arrived promptly, her heart beating wildly. Trisha turned out the lights before they went downstairs but neglected to lock the door again. Tracy pulled in behind Amy's car and walked quickly to the door. To her relief, it wasn't locked. She walked through the darkness to the stairs and went down to where Amy had said the massage room was. ============================================================================= Tracy peered cautiously around the edge of the massage room door. Amy, nude, lay on the table. Trisha stood beside her, massaging her buttocks. Tracy stealthily crept into the room and came up behind her sister. Something made Trisha turn around. Her eyes flew open when she saw her little sister behind her, holding something. Before she could react, Tracy had pushed that something into her face. A soft rag covered her nose and her mouth, and she smelled something heavy and sweet. Tracy pushed her back against the table and held her tightly as the Trilene quickly took effect. Trisha's resistance grew weak, then stopped altogether. Amy lay uncaring, oblivious to the nearby battle. Tracy lowered her dazed sister to the floor. "Play with MY toys, eh?" She removed the rag from Trisha's face. Trilene is a drug used to deepen the hypnotic state, and while not yet hypnotized, Trisha was very dazed and very receptive. Kneeling beside her woozy sibling, Tracy spoke softly. "Trisha, listen to me. You have been drugged, you know that. You can hear me and you understand me. You probably don't know what drug it was, but I'll tell you that you are very agreeable right now, aren't you, Trisha?" Slowly, with difficulty, Trisha nodded. Tracy's eyes blazed as she went on. "You hypnotized Amy, didn't you, Trisha?" Another nod. "And you told her to not pay attention to Mark, didn't you?" Trisha nodded feebly. Her mind was gradually focusing, becoming more aware and alert as the small dose of Trilene lost its power. Still helpless, however, she listened. "Trisha, don't do that any more. You can't play with my toys, Trisha. I know you had fun with her. I know what you did. I still control her. She told me. She's mine, Trish. You can't have her." Groggily, Trisha opened her eyes. She saw her sister's face floating beside her, talking to her. She would no longer play with Amy. Tracy said not to. Amy belonged to Tracy. Trisha blinked. Tracy, lost in her feeling of power over her dazed sister, missed it. Trisha tensed, her eyes now darting back and forth. She spied the drug-soaked rag on the floor. Tracy went on, unaware of Trisha's return to conciousness. She was explaining how Trisha would behave herself from now on when Trisha moved. Grabbing the rag, she stuffed it beneath Tracy's nose. Stunned, Tracy tried to grab Trisha, but Trisha pinned her to the side of the massage table. Trisha silently watched, grim-faced, as the drug took effect on Tracy. Moments later, Tracy lay limp on the floor. Amy still hadn't moved a muscle. Trisha first opened Tracy's purse. Finding a small bottle, she saw the word Trilene. She went to her bookshelf and looked it up. A smile came to her as she went back to where Tracy lay. She put just a bit more of the drug onto the rag and poured the rest into the toilet in the shower room. Then, holding the rag under Tracy's nose, she spoke. "Tracy, listen to me. You've been drugged. You know it's Trilene. You know what Trilene does. You know that I'm going to hypnotize you. And you also know that there is no way you'll be able to resist. Right?" She couldn't help a chuckle of fiendish delight as Tracy nodded. ============================================================================= Calm down, Trisha told herself. Get this right. You do massages, not hypnotic stuff. Even though I have been getting more practice, lately... Taking a deep breath, Trisha spoke. "Now, little sister, pay attention. Listen to my voice, focus on the sound of my voice. Feel my voice entering your ear, feel it entering into your mind. Feel my voice echoing through your mind, Tracy. It's the only sound you care about, isn't it?" Tracy nodded, Trisha's words burning into her mind as the strong dose of the drug forced her to accept them. "Feel yourself relaxing, Tracy. You'll find it's not really so bad. You find you're enjoying the feeling of letting go, relaxing, just letting yourself go." Trisha, intent upon her subdued sister, didn't notice that Amy had awakened and was sitting on the table, watching in awe. "Yes, Trac, you feel so good now. So good. It feels so good to let go, so nice. So nice. The drug and my voice make you feel so nice, don't they, Tracy?" A tiny smile formed on Tracy's lips as she felt a soft glow begin to envelop her. So nice. So nice... "So relaxed, Tracy. Letting go. Letting go of everything. Letting go of yourself. Deeper and deeper, Tracy. Deep into hypnosis. You are helpless to resist, you don't want to resist, you want to let go. Let go, Tracy." Trisha watched with a satisfied smile as Tracy's limp body slumped over and toppled to the floor. Amy gasped, and Trisha looked up, startled. Slowly, Trisha stood up. "Are you mad at her?" She motioned to Tracy. Amy shook her head and smiled wickedly. "I don't get mad. I get even." Trisha smiled and helped Amy down from the table. Nodding at Amy's questioning look, Trisha sat down to watch as Amy took over Tracy's entranced mind. "Tracy, listen to me. This is Amy. Can you hear me?" Tracy nodded, her head resting on the floor. "Tracy, I'm going to give you some commands. And you will carry them out, won't you?" Again, Tracy nodded, her mind totally under the influence of the drug and Trisha's hypnotic spell. "That's good, Tracy. Now. The first thing I want you to do is tell Trisha you're sorry." Trisha, surprised, looked at Amy in wonder. Amy looked back, her face turning a bit red, and smiled crookedly. "....I'm sorry, Trish.....", Tracy mumbled. "Very good. Next, tell Trisha you won't try to hypnotize her again." "...I won't...try to hyp...notize....you....again...." "And you really won't try, will you, Tracy?" "...no..." "And you won't try to control me any more either, will you?" ".....no...." Amy sighed happily, and looked at Trisha. "Can you make it so I won't do anything she's already told me?", she whispered. Trisha nodded, wondering what else Amy was going to do. The answer amazed her. "And now, Tracy, I'm going to help you stand up." As she did, Amy whispered, "Is she on drugs or something?" "Kind of", Trisha answered nervously. "If I wake her up, will she be awake, or still dopey?" "I don't really know. I've never used that stuff. I don't like drugs. I can't believe she was going to do that to me..." Trisha's voice trailed off sadly. Amy saw the hurt look on Trisha's face and grew furious with Tracy. Tracy stood beside the massage table, held up by Amy. Trisha sat on the table, close to tears as what Tracy had attempted finally hit home. Her own sister, wanting to drug her, probably do terrible things to her, all because Trisha had enjoyed Amy's company and tried to help her. "Listen to me, Tracy. You're going to wake up in a minute. When you do wake up, you'll find you're still drugged even though you're not in hypnosis any more. You'll do anything you're told, won't you?" "...yes..." "Wake up, Tracy." Slowly, Tracy's eyes fluttered open. As Trisha reached out to hold her unsteady sister upright, Amy picked up the drug-soaked rag and carried it into the shower room. Trisha heard the toilet flush, and Amy reappeared. Tracy looked at Trisha without recognition. At Amy's command, she began to undress, with no sign of resistance. Trisha gasped in shock, and asked Amy what she was doing. To her surprise, Amy told her to be quiet and go along with her. Moments later, Tracy was nude. Trisha looked at her sister, for the first time seeing a woman, an attractive young woman, instead of just her little sister. Her stomach turned as she felt a growing warmth between her legs. No, she thought. No way in hell. No. No. Amy, no. This isn't right. This isn't real. I'm looking at my own little sister and getting hot. No. Amy noticed Trisha's expression. "Get undressed", she whispered to her. Trisha, eyes wide, shook her head. No. No. I can't. My sister. No. "You said yourself massages are better if you're not wearing much." Trisha stared at Amy. What the hell was she doing? Massage? Confused, her mind whirling, she just sat there, gaping. Amy reached out and undid a button on Trisha's top. "Quick, or she'll come out of it." Slowly, as if in a trance herself, not able to believe what she was doing, Trisha mechanically undressed. Sliding off the table, she removed her skirt and her panties. She stood nude, uncertain, face flaring next to her also-nude sister. Amy motioned for Trisha to get back on the table. Trisha lay on the table. Amy, what are you doing? That's my SISTER! I can't do this, Amy. Please don't make me do this. Amy found a bottle of massage oil and handed it to Tracy. "Tracy, I want you to give your sister the best massage in the world." Trisha almost fainted. She lay frozen in shock, watching as Tracy poured a bit of oil onto her hands. She almost screamed as she felt her little sister's hands caressing her thighs, the warm oil so soft, so nice. So nice. Trisha tried to fight it, tried to tell herself she shouldn't enjoy this. But as Tracy's hands glided over her skin, she felt the warmth between her legs spreading, growing. My God, I can't believe this. My sister's giving me a massage and I'm getting turned on. No, Amy, please make her stop. Tracy worked her way up to Trisha's shoulders. Trisha lay stunned, almost numb, as her sister's soft hands caressed her. In spite of herself, Trisha felt the numbness slowly fading, gradually becoming a warm glow of pleasure. There was no denying the fire between her legs now, and Trisha's breath was ragged. She screwed her eyes shut, trying desparately to calm herself, to not give in to Tracy's caresses. But it felt so nice..... Amy watched, eyes glowing. She too felt the heat building in her crotch, and as Tracy's hands moved over Trisha's body, Amy began to play with herself. No longer would Tracy dominate her body, her mind. Now it was Amy's turn to dominate Tracy. As she thought of all the things Tracy would do for her, to her, because of her, Amy's body rocked with pleasure, her eyes locked on Tracy's nude body. "Tracy, you'll go into a trance whenever I tell you to, won't you?" Without pausing, Tracy mumbled yes. Her glassy eyes roamed Trisha's body as her hands moved on their own. What am I doing, Tracy wondered dimly. What happened? As Amy's mind clouded with passion, as Trisha finally succumbed to her sister's gentle massage, Tracy came completely back to conciousness. She looked down at her older sister, limp on the massage table, body glistening with oil. Hearing something behind her, she turned to find Amy, oblivious to everything but the rythmic pumping of her finger in her snatch. Something deep within Tracy came alive. Without being aware of it, she sighed as her gaze returned to her sister. Trisha. Sis. Trish, honey. I've always loved you, sis. Loved you. I love you, Trisha. Bending over slowly, she softly kissed her sister's back. Inside her, that something soon blossomed into a deep feeling of closeness. Tracy's body shook as she realized what she had almost done. Tracy began to cry. "Oh, Trish, I'm sorry. So sorry", she whispered. Trisha heard her sister's voice from far away. She sounded hurt, alone. Slowly opening her eyes, she saw her little sister crying. Sitting up was difficult. Her body seemed limp, heavy. Tracy's arms dropped to her sides as Trisha turned to her, reached out for her. Holding her sobbing sister close, Trisha caught sight of Amy, still passionately fondling herself, now lying on the floor, writhing with ecstacy. Trisha kissed her sister on the cheek, softly. "It's OK, sis. It's OK." She felt the goosebumps forming over her entire body as Tracy whispered, "I love you, Trish." "I love you too, Trac." And without thinking, she kissed her little sister full on the mouth. Instantly, she realized what she had done, but the first and only twinge of alarm was doused as Tracy returned the kiss passionately. Eyes wide in shock and disbelief, Trisha pulled her sister onto the massage table. Tracy was just as surprised as Trisha. They sat there for a moment, staring at each other uncertainly, hands folded together. Finally, her tear- streaked face breaking into a slight grin, Tracy looked at their hands and said quietly, "Didn't know you had it in you, sis." Trisha stared deep into her little sister's eyes. As Amy, panting, sat on the table next to them, Trisha whispered, "I've learned a lot lately." Their lips met again, and Tracy found herself gasping in surprise as she felt her sister's fingers against her clit. As Amy wrapped her arms around them both, they became one, a quivering mass of flesh joined together by passion. ============================================================================ Tracy and Trisha saw quite a bit of each other as time passed. Every now and then, Amy would exercise a bit of playful control over Tracy, but never again did she leave Tracy's house unaware of what had occured. ============================================================================= Mark fumed for a while at Tracy's antics, but as time passed and she didn't call again, he found himself wishing he would hear from her. After some time, he called Tracy himself. Happily, he hung up the phone unaware of anything Tracy had said. He didn't know Tracy had severed all hypnotic ties with him during that call, his last trance with Tracy. And, to his dismay, Amy now ignored him completely. ============================================================================= Lisa made regular visits to Trisha, and their relationship grew. More than one long night would find Tracy, Trisha, Amy, and Lisa writhing together in the massage room, the scent of oil and passion filling the air. Hypnosis, for Tracy, changed from a form of control to a form of pleasure. Sometimes they would play hypnotic games, one woman in trance, the others trying to overload her hightened senses. Many times they succeeded. The power of hypnosis allowed for all kinds of new positions, held comfortably and easily as tongues and fingers probed deeply. And, more than once, someone would enter Lisa's office after Amy had left, to find a scent hanging in the air that they couldn't quite place. *** THE END *** RC. ============================================================================ -- --