I was glad for the weekend. It's not that I dislike school, per se. It's just that… I find school easy. And things that I find easy, I find boring. I didn't see the point in drilling verb conjugations or taking the slope of thirty lines. Once I'd done any of those once, I could do it again. There were two people who made school manageable: Tracy and Samantha. We were pretty much inseparable, both inside and outside of school.
During the day, we'd communicate in elaborate sighs and eye-rolls. At night, we'd rush through our homework, then stay up late playing video games and writing fanfiction. This weekend, Tracy's parents were gone.
So of course, Sam and I were spending the weekend at her place. The annoying thing was that our parents weren't that in to us doing sleepovers. It's because I'm a guy.
We didn't have this problem when we were younger, but ever since puberty, us all sleeping in the same room has made them antsy. It wasn't until last year, when Tracy pointed out to her parents that if they thought there was any problem with this, they must think she was into threesomes.
We'd all copied her argument, with varying degrees of success. Anyway, we were allowed to have this sleepover, which was great. Tracy said she had something she wanted to show us.
I figured it was probably a new story. Tracy is a way better writer than Sam or I; her stuff can make you fall over laughing or burst into tears. So Sam and I were definitely excited when we pulled into Tracy's driveway. We continued our argument about Tracy's mysterious thing as we walked up the long drive. Tracy's house is magnificent old Victorian on a huge lot.
The only downside to that house is the long walk between the end of the driveway and the front door. It really sucks in winter. "I bet you it's a sequel to Infinite Summer." This was my latest theory. "Betcha it isn't!
The ending to that was too tidy to allow a sequel." Which was the Sam way of saying: 'your theory is stupid.' "Okay, if you're so smart, what's it gonna be?" I'm an ass when people don't like my theories. "Maybe it isn't even one of her stories. Maybe she found a cool movie? Maybe she found really good fic buried on an ancient LiveJournal." Those were classic Sam suggestions.
She never thought inside the box. Sometimes this was good. And sometimes… "Or," (Sam continued) "maybe she learned to pogo stick?" I ended the argument (such as it was) by knocking on Tracy's door.
Tracy opened the door, beaming at us. Then her face fell. "You're not the pizza! I was all excited!" "Love you too Trace!" Sam breezed past her, then turned around and gave her a hug.
I followed behind and took my hug in turn. (You want to know which one of them I have a crush on, don't you? Everyone assumes I have a crush on one of them, as if I can't be friends with someone without wanting to get into their pants.
It's so annoying. Luckily, as long as people keep asking me which one of them I have a crush, I can keep blowing them off with a "you're wrong about that".
Do they know I have crushes on them? If you find out, please let me know.) "So, what is it Trace? What's you're big news." Sam is the excited one. I'm over in the corner with my hands in my pockets, wondering if pizza is actually coming or not.
"Pizza first, other things can wait!" Score. * * * Pizza successfully consumed, it was time for the big reveal. I was just as eager as Sam, I just had a better handle on insouciance.
That or I was shy and didn't talk much in groups. I'll let you decide what the truth is. Tracy ushered us into chairs. "We need to be sitting down for this? Isn't that a bit cocky." (See: insouciance.) "Yes, you need to be sitting down!
Because I'm going to hypnotize you!" "You can do that?" Sam was a bit breathless. She was never going to learn how to play it cool at this rate. "I've been learning online. My mom let me practice on her. Once I got it working on her, my dad let me try it on him. That went much more smoothly. I've made them do some funny stuff. Do you want to see?" "So, you're going to make us do funny stuff?" If yes, I'd know not to volunteer.
"Haven't you ever seen a hypnotism show on Youtube? That's the who point of it!" I was pretty sure that wasn't the whole point, but I let Tracy's point stand. "That sounds like it could be fun…" Sam trailed off for a second, but her perkiness was indomitable. "I'll try it out!" Whew. It wouldn't be me!
"Okay. I want you to relax in your chair." Sam made a show of shifting around and getting comfortable. "Now, I want you to imagine that your body is getting heavier and heavier. Almost like there are weights attached to it at every point. Every time I say a number, the weight pressing you down becomes that many times heavier." Sam nodded her consent.
"One, two, three…" Sam slouched into her chair. Tracy's voice was deeper than it normally was and more resonant too. I almost felt like there was a weight pressing down on me. "four, five, six…" I definitely felt a weight on me as well.
That was odd. I wanted to tell Tracy about it, but she was saying something else. "As the weight increases, I want you to think about getting sleepier and sleepier. Seven, eight, nine…" My head drooped. I could see Sam's doing the same out of the corner of my eye. "Ten, eleven, twelve…" I really wanted to say something, but I was so tired. It would take too much effort, I decided. I just wanted to relax and keep listening to Tracy's voice.
"Now, when I snap my fingers, you're going to feel awake and the weight is going to disappear. But I want you to remember how good my voice sounds and continue to do anything I say." Tracy walked over to Sam, grabbed her arm and let it drop.
It was completely limp. She then repeated the process with me. I could see her better when she was right in front of me. She was definitely smirking. "Got you too, eh? Well, now we don't have to catch you." Tracy walked back to where she'd started. "Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen…" I was almost asleep. And then she snapped. Immediately, the weight was gone and I felt wide-awake. "Remain seated and don't say anything." I wanted to get out of my seat and shake Tracy and ask her what she was doing.
But I couldn't. I couldn't speak either. I was hyperventilating, but I couldn't disobey Tracy's command. I was helpless. Why had she hypnotized me as well? What was going on? I tried to tell myself to relax, that this was all some prank, but I couldn't quite pull it off.
Tracy walked around Sam's chair a few times. (I could move my head now. I could even raise my arms and move my legs. But I couldn't lever myself out of my chair or open my mouth to speak.) Following her motions was no problem for me.
But I couldn't intervene at all. Tracy smiled down at Sam and it was a smile I'd never seen. Normally when Trace smiled it was open and innocent and cheerful. This was a cruel smile; Tracy was looking forward to something that she knew no one else was looking forward to. My guts turned to ice. This wasn't a prank. This was serious. "Sam, Sam, Sam…" Tracy absently stroked Sam's hair as she would a dog's.
"You know how John and I look at you, but you just brush it off. That's what hurts. You could at least stand to acknowledge it." Sam's jaw clenched. Well. That was one question answered and a whole lot more opened.
Sam and Tracy both knew I was into Sam. But Tracy was too? And Sam knew all this? Was I really so oblivious as to miss this by-play in all of our interactions? "So today I figured I'd give John and I a treat. Don't worry; I'm sure you'll like it too.
Stand up." The strength of her command propelled me from my seat. "Take off your shirt." Sam mechanically removed her shirt, revealing a white lacy bra. I'd seen her in a bra a handful of times sleepovers, remember but those had always been brief glimpses. Here I was free to stare, or at least, free except for the brief moment when my shirt blocked my view as I pulled it over my head. Tracy's commands were still leaking over to me, apparently. Tracy moved in and cupped Sam's breasts in her hands.
They weren't that large and fit easily into Tracy's hands. Tracy moved to stand behind Sam and fumble with something out of sight. A second later, Sam's bra fell to the floor, revealing her large pink areola. Her nipples were standing up straight. "Looks like this turns you on, Sammy.
If John or I had known that you needed to be forced to enjoy it, we'd have done it ages ago. Isn't that right, John?" I was compelled to answer in the affirmative.
A single tear rolled out of one of Sam's eyes. I wished my words unsaid, but I was helpless in the grips of Tracy's hypnotism. "Hmmm." Tracy looked thoughtful and pulled a coin out of her pocket. "Heads you take off your pants. Tails John does." She flipped the coin and my heart leapt into my throat. I didn't want to violate my friend.
"Tails it is. John, would you be so kind as to remove her pants for me? Slowly, so that she has time for… all sorts of thoughts, really." I didn't want to, I honestly didn't. This wasn't how I'd fantasized about taking off Sam's pants. But I couldn't fight the command. Tracy had me completely under her control. I could grit my teeth.
I could scream inside. But my hands found the button of Sam's jeans and undid them. My hands cupped her hips before slipping inside of the waistband of her jeans and slowly pulling them down. "Step out of your pants, Sam." Lock-legged, she obeyed. "Now I want her naked. John, how about you remove her underwear with your teeth?" I had to obey. I went on my knees in front of her. Gently it seemed the hypnosis let me pick my pace when Tracy didn't order it I got my teeth around her underwear and slowly brought my neck down.
I was close to her that I could smell the juices of her pussy and see them staining her underwear in anticipation of what must obviously come next. It took me a few tries to get the underwear off. I left a tiny constellation of bite marks down Sam's legs, where I hadn't been careful enough with my teeth.
"Step out of your underwear Sam." Sam stepped back again. She was completely naked. "Sit down in the chair Sam and spread your legs for us." Sam sat down and did what she was told. There was no resistance in her, except for the silent tears that streamed from her eyes. "I could order you to stop crying." Tracy explained matter-of-factly, "and you'd have to stop.
But I'll be nice. I'll leave you that outlet. It's the only kindness I'm going to show you tonight, so you better enjoy it." The tears didn't stop. "Use you hands to spread you pussy. We want to see your cunt." I didn't want to see Sam like this. I tried to look away. "Look right at it John." My neck whipped around. Helpless, I couldn't do anything but stare.
Sam was unshaven and a small forest of hairs nestled between her legs. Her hands were spreading this forest and the gentle folds beneath, giving me a view of the soft pinkness of her insides and the small nub of her clit. "I want you to put on a show for us Sam.
Touch yourself until you're about to come. John, I want you to tell her all the things you've fantasized about doing to her. Start with the kinkiest." Tracy winked at Sam. "I hope John's stories help you get off. Maybe they'll give me ideas." I couldn't stop my mouth from opening and the stories from pouring out. Sam's left hand gently probed the entrance to her pussy, while her right thumb rubbed her clit. And the background to this was my babbling. "I thought about tying you down to my bed during a sleepover and licking your pussy until you were at the verge of coming.
I'd stop and start until your begged me to fuck you. I'd pound into you and make you come right away. I'd hold off for as long as I could, making the pleasure to much for you to stand…" Sam's face was impassive throughout my fantasies, except for tears at some of the things I wanted to do to her. Her hands moved mechanically. "I thought about bending you over and telling you my dick slipped into your ass, when really I meant to.
I thought I could slam you in the ass while you touched yourself…" Sam's legs started to twitch. Her fingers moved faster, frantically pleasuring herself at the whim of her cruel master. I added to the cruelty with my fantasies of degradation. Tracy rubbed her hand against her own crotch, getting off to all of it.
"I thought about stuffing your ass and your vag with dildos and having you get me off with your mouth, so that all of your holes were filled." After five minutes, quivering, twitching and sobbing, her hands suddenly stopped. "You can stop now John." My mouth slammed shut so viciously that I tasted blood I must have literally bit my tongue.
Tracy began circling Sam. "You're probably desperate to come, aren't you slut?" Sam didn't respond. "Answer me!" "Yes.
I'm desperate to come." Tears still leaked from Sam's eyes. "Well, you won't be coming for a good long while. First you're going to service both of us." Sam froze solid, all of her muscles tense. She was fighting against the implications of the command. "Oh relax, Sam. You'll enjoy it." Sam's muscles relaxed. This was perhaps the worst cruelty that Tracy had inflicted on her.
I couldn't think of any intrusion more horrific than forcing someone to be relaxed when inside they were screaming in agony. "Sam, I want you to crawl over to John and take his pants off." Sam crawled over on her hands and knees, her head hanging down, her hair hiding her face.
She unbuckled my belt and pulled off my jeans without ever looking up. I was grateful I didn't have to meet her eyes and felt a coward for it. The worst part was that I wanted this. I didn't want to hurt her, but I wanted her. Tracy was giving Sam to me and I couldn't help but want the gift. She would see it when my pants came off, see the boner that had been painfully constricted by them. "Take off his underwear with your teeth. Be gentle. If I see him flinch, you'll regret it." I felt hot breath on my legs.
I looked away. I didn't want any chance of seeing Sam's reaction to the sight of my erect cock, the undeniable proof that I wanted her degradation.
She was careful with her teeth. I felt no pain. My legs wouldn't have marks like her did. I almost wished there'd been pain. My boner pulled free and quivered for a second like a released spring.
I couldn't bear to see her, but I couldn't bear to ignore her any more. I looked down.
Something was obscuring my vision. Tears, I realized with a start. I was crying too.
Sam looked up as I looked down. Her bloodshot eyes met mine. And her tears stopped. I didn't know what that meant, but I hoped I was forgiven.
"Have you ever given a blow job, Sam?" "No…" Sam's voice was unsure, weak. "Have you ever seen a blow job in porn?" "Yes." "Hmmm. That brings up a new question. What type of porn do you like watching Sam?" Sam's voice, when she finally answered, was slow and reluctant. "Rape porn. Where the women are tied down and the men do whatever they want with them." Tracy's face broke into a large smile. "Well, I guess today really is your lucky day. I want you to give John a blowjob until he comes.
John, once she starts, I want you to stroke her hair and tell her what a good job she's doing. Tell her she's a good slut. Oh and I want both of you looking into each other's eye's the whole time. None of this staring away bullshit." Sam's head slowly moved towards my cock. Her eyes found mine and locked on them. They were beautiful, despite the tears. I'd always been attracted to Sam's green eyes. I felt her breath on me, then her lips on me, then the softness of the inside of her mouth, the gentle pressure of her lips, and the light touch of her tongue.
She bobbed up and down on my cock and I couldn't help but moan. I couldn't help but stroke her hair and tell her she was a good slut who was making me feel good, but those words weren't mine, weren't my choice. They were Tracy's words in my mouth and they tasted bitter. "Sam, you should touch yourself whenever touching yourself isn't going to make you come. I want you on edge constantly." Sam's fingers found her slit and began to work furiously.
Her head moved in time to them and I thrust deeper into her mouth in time with her bobbing. Our bodies were a brief elaborate pageantry. I wished it was silent, but I kept up a running monologue. "Good slut. You make me… oh… you make me feel so good." Sam still didn't cry, despite my cutting words. My crying hadn't stopped.
I couldn't bear hurting her. "Sam, this is taking too long. How's your gag reflex?" Sam stopped sucking on me for a second. Her fingers kept up their furious stroking. "It's not strong." "Then I want you to fuck John's cock with your throat.
You're only allowed to bring it out when you absolutely can't go any longer without air. John, you should help by holding her head and pushing deeper in." Sam's head fastened on my cock again. This time she didn't stop with it in her mouth. She pushed up on me, until I felt the back of her throat. I could feel it spasming. Her face was in a grimace. The pain had her crying again. It felt fucking amazing.
I pushed her into me, I stroked her hair, I babbled. All I could focus on was how good her throat felt. She didn't have to move. I fucked her throat with abandon. I felt the orgasm building right away. Sam's face barely had time to go red before I was yelling out. "You're such a good slut! You're making me come in your throat! Good slut, good slut, good slut…" My words lost coherence as I came, just random epithets.
My knees threatened to buckle. My dick twitched, deep in Sam's throat as it shot out rope after rope of cum down her gullet. "You can pull him out of your throat now Sam. But I want you to keep going. John, tell me when the pleasure is too much." The pleasure was already almost too much. Her tongue felt like fire on my sensitive dick. It wasn't a bad fire. It felt incredible. It felt better than anything I'd ever felt before. But it was overwhelming.
My legs started shaking. It was almost too much. It was too much. "Stop!" I shouted. Sam kept going. "Stop! Please stop." Tracy grinned at me. "I guess there's too much of a good thing John." My legs buckled and I slowly sunk to the floor. Sam crawled forward and resumed her cock sucking.
The pleasure coursed through me. I could barely think. All I could do was frantically beg Tracy to make her puppet stop. After an eternity, the punishment ended. "That's enough Sam. It's my turn now. John, you will watch. As soon as it doesn't hurt to do so, I want you to touch yourself until you get hard. Then keep yourself hard." I didn't (couldn't) move from my position on the ground, but my head tilted to find Tracy.
She was sitting in a chair, naked, playing with her pussy. It was shaved and it glistened with her arousal. She must have gotten naked while I was helpless in the face of the pleasure. "Sam!
I want you to crawl over to me and beg to be allowed to eat me out." Sam crawled on her hands and knees to Tracy. She crawled like a woman going to her execution. But an inexorable force drew her forward and brooked no resistance. I experimentally touched my cock. I found it still too tender for me to play with. "Please let me eat you out Tracy." "That wasn't convincing at all. Beg me like you mean it. Beg me like I'll kill John if you don't convince me." "Please let me lick your beautiful pussy Tracy.
I need to lick it. I'll do anything. Please let me suck it, lick it, please let me make you feel good." I heard an edge of tears in Sam's voice.
Surely she didn't believe Tracy. Surely after what I'd told her she didn't care if I died. "I guess you can lick me. But if you don't get me off in five minutes, I'm going to hurt John." Sam leapt at Tracy's pussy.
I couldn't see much, but I could hear the frantic licking. I hated to admit it, but watching one of my best friends go down on the other was hot. My dick twitched. Reminded of it, I tried touching it. It wasn't that tender anymore. I gave it a tentative stroke. It responded eagerly. As Sam buried her face between Tracy's thighs and Tracy held her down and called her a slut and a whore, I slowly stroked myself hard.
I touched myself as I watched Tracy's legs begin to twitch. I touched myself while Sam touched herself and stopped and started again. I touched myself as Tracy came and pushed Sam off of her pussy. I touched myself as I saw Sam's face covered in her own tears and Tracy's juices. I was fully hard by the time Tracy regained her breath.
"Sam, keep on the edge of coming, but flip over onto your stomach." Tracy walked out of the room. I couldn't talk. Sam couldn't either. All we could do was stare at each other, in hopeless dread.
Tracy came back a few minutes later with a coil of rope, and a 6" dildo. "The rope is for later. I'm going to release one of you from the hypnosis so you can struggle however you want and force the other one to hurt and rape you. I haven't quite decided which of you will take on which role yet." Tracy sounded so matter of fact. There wasn't even any anger in her voice. "But for now, you're going to put on a show for my amusement." Tracy walked over to where Sam was lying. Grabbing Sam's hand for a second, she slammed the dildo into her pussy.
Even wet as Sam was, she let out an involuntary yelp. "Oh stop whining. That wasn't even the painful part." Pulling the dildo out, Tracy then placed it at the opening of Sam's asshole. "Sam, you're forbidden from making any sounds. No matter how much this hurts, you have to bear this in silence." Sam was laid out on her stomach, but her head was facing me.
I could see her whole body and her expression. Tracy put her weight on the dildo. It slowly made it's way into Sam's ass. Sam didn't let out any noise at all, but her face became a rictus of pain. Tracy drew out the ordeal. Or maybe that was genuinely as fast as she could push it in with only the barest excuse for lubrication. Despite it all, Sam's finger's still danced over her clit, keeping her close to coming.
Finally the dildo was inside of Sam and it was over except for her silent shaking and the tears that leaked out of her eyes. Tracy gave it one last smack and Sam spasmed. "Lay on your back, Sam." Sam flipped over. "Come over here John." I obeyed. When I came to stand before Tracy, she grabbed my erect cock.
"You did like I commanded. Good. Tell me John, are you a virgin?" "Yes." "And did you hope that you could lose your virginity with Sam?" "With her or you." Tracy looked taken aback for a second. Then she patted my thigh. "Poor noble John. You never told either of us.
Well, look on the bright side. Your nobility paid off. You're going to lose it with Sam. And maybe I'll fuck you tonight too." She gave me an appraising look. I felt like a slab of meat being considered at the grocery store. "When I pull on your dick, I want your whole body to follow it. Do you understand?" "Yes." The word was pulled out of my mouth. Tracy pulled me down to my knees and positioned me right at the mouth to Sam's slit. I had to brace myself with my hands. I could see Sam's face all to clearly, covered with tears and snot and lubrication and still grimacing in pain from the dildo in her ass.
Her damp pubic hair brushed against the tip of my cock. Her busy hands brushed me every few seconds. Her breasts bobbed up and down with her frantic breathing and racing heart. We were like this for a few moments, frozen in time. "And how about you Sam. Are you a virgin?" "Yes." "And did you ever imagine John taking your virginity." "Once or twice." "Answer honestly Sam. Do you want him to fuck you right now?" "No…" Sam's voice was tiny and full of hurt.
Her eyes beseeched me for… something. "Hear that John? She doesn't want you inside of her. Oh well, I guess this will be rape then. Push into her." I pushed in. There was no blood, no resistance.
I knew better than to believe in breaking hymens. There was a rush of pleasure, of contentment, of relaxation. If felt better than the blow job, better by far.
Her tight pussy pressed down on my cock from every angle. I couldn't have stopped even if I'd been able to, not once I'd got my first feeling of her. I buried myself in her entirely, right up to the point where our pubic hair mingled.
"Fuck her as hard as you can John. Fuck her in just that position and don't touch her clit. She isn't allowed to come until you do." Sam's hand was still as I pumped into her frantically.
Every time I drove in, I felt the pleasure as fresh as the first time. It was incredible, intoxicating, a heady experience. Her legs twitched and she groaned, but I don't think she came. Despite my frantic pace, my orgasm was slow in coming.
I'd come so recently. But slowly the pressure built up in my balls and my breathing went ragged and I picked up my pace to as fast as I could bear. Finally I was at the point of no return. "I'm gonna come!" Was all I could choke out. All my energy, all my breath went into pumping in and out of her as hard and fast as I could.
"Make yourself come Sam!" Sam's finger's flew to her clit and began to touch it frantically. Suddenly she was moaning far more loudly. The moans took on the barest of meaning.
If you listened hard, you could perhaps hear them as "Oh God, oh God, I'm coming." I felt my dick twitching again and I began to shoot ropes of come deep into Sam's pussy.
It clamped down tightly on me, making it feel even better and milking me for every drop I had. I pumped a few more times, before the pleasure became too much.
Then I collapsed forward onto to Sam. It took me a second to realize that something felt different. The bands that had been wrapping my mind and directing my will were gone. My face was right next to Sam's. Her eyes were closed, but they slowly opened. Tracy was saying something in the background, but I didn't care. Sam's eye's met mine. They were bright and fierce; the eyes of a predator.
She whispered something in my ear. It took me a second to realize what it was and what it meant. "Let's grab that bitch!"