Voice Control

Melanie was surprised to see that she was naked, save for her panties. Her sorority sisters were also in various forms of undress, many pleasuring themselves or each other. Lorena, her closest friend, had her head buried between the legs of a strange woman who was groaning in pleasure. The woman was purring, saying "Good Girl, keep licking as her hand guided Lorena's head deeper into her thighs.

Melanie stepped back, shaking the fog from her head and asked, "What's going on?"

None of the other women responded, save for the stranger with Lorena. The woman looked surprised, her eyes studying Melanie as Lorena ate her out. Melanie remembered bits and pieces. The party after finals before the holiday break and how they'd hired a stage hypnotist. It had been Lorena's idea, she'd seen the woman perform before.

"One of my toys has woken up," the woman said, sounding both disappointed and impressed. She stroked Lorena's hair and then gently pushed the woman away. Lorena assumed a submissive kneeling position as the woman stood naked with the signs of her arousal dripping down her legs.

She stepped towards Melanie, "Relax dear. Focus on my voice and let your worries drift away. Remember how good you felt last night, listening and focusing. Sinking and obeying. Listening."

Melanie felt a warm, drowsy feeling washing over her. She relaxed, about to step towards the woman when the sight of her friends naked and controlled snapped her out of it. She stuck her fingers in her ears, wanting to block the woman's melodious voice that was sapping her strength and her will.

The woman smiled, approaching as Melanie backed herself up against the wall. The woman's lips were moving and low and quiet her voice was making its way past Melanie's physical blockage. Muffled and quiet she heard words like 'heavy' and 'trust'. Her arms felt heavy, so tired and sore from holding themselves up. 

The woman smiled, placing a hand on Melanie's stomach and slowly slipping it down under her panties. Melanie took a deep breath as the woman's fingers began to trace at the entrance to her cunt. Her fingers stroking Melanie's clit. The resisting girl moaned, pleasure flooding her body.

"Heavier, and heavier. Arms sinking lower and lower," the woman said. Melanie wondered why suddenly the woman's voice was so much clearer and then noticed her arms sinking to her sides. She opened her mouth to protest, to say something but no sound came out.

Just a sigh, as her will began to drip down her leg and arousal filled the gap where her resistance had been.