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Well, goodbye my friends. I was actually thinking I’d get back into the caption writing thing relatively soon.
Instead, I suppose if I make anything, it’ll be seen under Remora at hypnopics-collective.
Taking It Too Far
“Ok. It’s time to slow down with the hypnosis games.” She said to the sound of his laughter. His ridicule only enhanced her rage.
“It’s not fucking funny” she screamed. “You need to change me back. I went to a fucking job interview wearing this.” She was seething, but he just sat there chuckling to himself.
“I worked so hard for that opportunity and now it’s lost because your suggestions made me put my tits on display. I spent years getting my degree, and I’m trying to break into a professional industry, an industry where people talk about each other. Now the only thing that people will think of me is that I’m the girl who likes having her tits on display. I actually fucking said that when they asked me about my attire.”
He laughed again, and the humiliation of the situation sent her deeper into the shame of it all. She knew that the people who interviewed her would tell everyone that she would ever hope to work with about her outfit and her answer. She knew that everything she worked for had been taken away already. She knew that she should have gone home and wept over her failure. She told herself that she came to see him because she wanted to scream at him for what he had taken away.
The truth was that she had never been more aroused. He had tapped into her shame, how it turned her on, and how he could manipulate that cycle. She hated him, but there was no one else who knew what she wanted like he did. She tried to hold onto her anger, to her old life, to the dreams she used to have, but she felt all of that dissolve as she realized that there was nothing left of the life she had once wanted. There was nothing to stand in the way of her submission. She realized that she was actually here to beg him to take away even more.
With tears of anger, frustration and need in her eyes, she slowly sank to her knees below him. “Please…” was all she could say.
Hannah sighed in ecstasy. She knew she should be resisting, telling her assailants to stop, to get dressed and get out of here, that her office hours were for helping students in trouble, not for lewd displays of lesbian sex.
Yet, under the ministrations of Holly and Mollie, twin sisters - two of her brightest students, no less - Hannah simply couldn’t help herself. The white noise, emanating from the strange device that the girls had placed on her office desk, didn’t help, either.
“Paul sent us here to seduce you, Hannah…” whispered Mollie, the young, nubile blonde kissing and licking her tutor’s neck as her hand snaked below Hannah’s waist and into her thighs.
“We weren’t attracted to girls before, but after Paul turned on the machine when we were meeting in his office, everything he said just seemed so wonderful and right…” purred Holly, the brunette, as she lifted her large breasts, smushing them into Hannah’s face.
“Paul is Master…” sighed Mollie, reaching over and turning a dial on the device.
It’s so loud….feels so good….can’t hold on much longer…. mused Hannah, already feasting herself upon Holly’s tits.
“Paul is All…” replied Holly, a far-away look in her eyes, as she stroked Hannah’s fiery red hair, both head and bush.
It didn’t take long until Hannah’s resistance had broken entirely. By the time Paul entered the esteemed Professor’s private study, Hannah was nude, legs spread, openly inviting her new Lord and Master to claim her.


