Key:
Mc, Sleep, Hypno, Female Dom, Male Dom, M/F, F/F
The Mato house
was quiet. This meant trouble. Sarah was in her uniform, strolling
around the house. With neither a hide nor hair of Jake or the
professor to be found, something bad was bound to be in the works.
As Sarah came into the living room she noticed Fawn, Diana and Mina
watching TV with Jen and Fawn. “Has anyone seen Jake or the
Professor?” asked Sarah. The other girls all looked at one another
and shook their heads.
“No, not since
this morning,” commented Jen, more interested in her TV show then
in the actual reply. Just then, the TV flickered and Mato appeared on
the screen.
“It works! I’m
a genius!” shouted the professor as usual.
“GAAAAHHHH!
Give me back my shows!” Jen ran up and started shaking the TV
vigorously. Mato’s image on the inside began bouncing around like
he was really in the set.
“Ouch…
hey…Oooaf…. That’s no way…..AHHH…. to treat….owwwwy… a
genious!” yelled Mato as he actually appeared to hit the inside of
the glass”
“Wait a minute
Jen,” said Sarah, running up to the enraged genie, pulling her away
from the TV, then
bending down and touching the screen. “Professor,
are you IN the TV?”
Mato chuckled,
“Heavens no. This is my virtual reality projection television and
transmitter. I’m transmitting to you from the Moon!” With this,
all the girls looked at one another and rolled their eyes.
“Is Jake with
you, Professor?” asked Sarah.
“Yes, yes.
Jake is working on a long range anti-aircraft missile and laser
system based off of an old video game he used to play. I think he
called It ‘Moon Patrol.’ It wasn’t very popular.”
At this point,
Jen finally spoke up. “Wait a second. How was I able to shake
you?”
Mato smiled
proudly, “The chamber I am in has ‘force feedback.’ You can
affect me and I can affect you…. Watch.” Mato reached behind his
back and pulled out a hypno-pistol, aiming it at the camera and
firing. From behind the TV, a small crystal rose up and a hypno-ray
shot out, striking Mina clean in the head. The poor magical girl
barely had time to let out a gasp before her eyes glazed over and she
slumped in her chair.
“Professor!”
shouted Sarah angrily.
“Nice shot,”
admired Jen.
“Is anyone
else worried he might do that again?” mused Fawn.
“Why does he
always demonstrate these things on Mina?” asked Diana quietly.
Mato was as
giddy as a school boy. “It works. I’m a genius! Anyways, I
just wanted to try this new invention. Oh by the way, there is a new
club in town called ‘Spirals.’ My company is interested in
perhaps purchasing it as a test bed. Why don’t you all check it
out?” With that, the crystal reappeared from behind the TV and
shot a beam to the floor and a flyer appeared on the floor. Mato’s
image then vanished, followed a few seconds later by the picture tube
in the TV exploding.
Jen sighed and
put her hands in her head. “All I wanted to do was watch some TV,”
she cried.
Sarah picked up
the flyer and handed it to Diana. “You guys have fun. Jessica and
I are working on a new way to track Dawn, and neither of us like the
‘club’ scene anyways.” Diana picked up the flyer and looked at
the address.
“Sweet. It’s
really close. Let’s go; let’s go; let’s go!” Diana shouted,
shaking Mina who blinked several times then looked at her confused.
“What? What?
What? And what’s burning….? Why is the TV on fire?” asked
Mina in a half awake stupor.
Diana just
looked at her and shook her more. “We’re going to a club. Get
the rest of the girls. Let’s GO!” shouted Diana as she got up,
yanking Mina in tow. Jen and Fawn got up to get ready, shaking their
heads in laughter.
In Slaves Inc
headquarters, Vice sat coldly at his desk with a young elf on one
side of him and a cat girl on his other, both deeply hypnotized and
wearing blank expressions on their faces. Before him stood Serena,
Val, and Ayame, all dressed in tight fitting clothing, ready for a
night out. And all were fixated on Vice. “Ladies, it has come to my
attention that we have lost two scouts. Both were sent to a club in
Yoto called ‘Spirals.’ I want you three to go and check it out.
There may be a danger to our organization. Infiltrate, evaluate, find
the missing girls, and if necessary…or able, bring in new recruits.
Understand, Slaves?” Vice instructed coldly.
“Yes, Master
Vice,” was the reply in unison from the three ladies. Then they
bowed at the waist, all the way down, and turned to leave.
Vice sighed,
stroking the cheek of the hypnotized cat girl. “This is why we have
subordinates, so they can do the dangerous work for us.” Vice
smiled still nursing his wounds from capturing Ayame.
‘Spirals’
was located in a quiet district in Yoto. The neon spiral above the
name gave a good indication as to what was to follow as the girls,
one by one, got out of the van. Jen was wearing a more decked out
version of her normal genie outfit with more jewelry and a little
skimpier in all the right places. Fawn, fitting the perfect pop
starlet look, was wearing very tight, denim pants and a bright yellow
halter-top. Yuta was stunning in a black miniskirt and shocking pink
t-shirt, with a matching pink, glittery bow in her hair. Katia, ever
the princess, was wearing knee high leather boots, with a very short
leather mini skirt, and blue sports bra, with an even smaller than
modesty should allow leather vest over it. Diana had dressed slightly
more modestly and was wearing a pair of designer jeans with a form
fitting blouse that matched her blue hair complete with a faux
diamond cat collar around her neck. Mina was much more conservative,
wearing a normal pair of denim shorts and a red long sleeved shirt
under a green vest. Lucia, who had not gotten the idea of what a club
was yet, was wearing a normal pair of skimpy shorts, and an equally
skimpy white tank top that matched her wings and hair. The outside of
the club looked neat and there was a single female employee standing
near the door with long fiery red hair flowing down to the middle of
her back, and sporting high heeled ankle-high boots. She wore an all
green jumpsuit with two spirals strategically placed on her chest,
giving her a look of intimidation and power. She smiled warmly as
the girls all approached. “Good evening Ladies,” she said in a
soothing voice. “May I see your ID’s please?” The girls all
produced they’re respective ID’s and the bouncer looked them over
frowning at each one. “I’m sorry, Ladies, but this club serves
alcohol. You must be 21 to get in.”
“What? What
about me I’m 1857?” said Jen with a huff.
The bouncer
looked at her coldly. “And you know the drinking age for genies is
2,100 years.”
“Do you know
who I am?” said Fawn calmly.
“Better yet,
do you know who I am!?” shouted Katia.
“Yes, as a
matter of fact, I do know who the two of you are. You are the singer
Siren, and you are Princess Katia of the elves. You are both too
young; you can’t get in,” said the bouncer with an air of
arrogance in her voice after just having slapped down two fairly
important people.
All of the girls
started arguing with the bouncer. The bouncer remained calm but
cocky, shooting down their arguments one at time until suddenly she
started to lose focus. Her eyes started to glass over and she began
to stare straight ahead. The girls all stood there confused. Jen
even waved a hand before her eyes with no response.
“What the….
What? Oh, you!” Fawn smiled, looking over at Yuta whose mouth was
open, aimed directly at the bouncer. The other girls all took a
step back as Yuta winked and moved up to the bouncer.
“You want to
let us all in, don’t you, Deary?” said Yuta, playing with the
bouncer’s hair.
“Yes Mistess,”
came the monotone reply of the bouncer as she turned and opened the
door for the girls. They all smiled and patted Yuta on the back as
they passed her, entering the club.
“That’s a
good girl,” Yuta complemented the bouncer, stroking the young red
head’s cheek. “Perhaps you would like to play a gaaaaaaa….”
Yuta was cut off as Katia and Fawn each grabbed an arm and dragged
her into the club. The bouncer stood there glassy eyed staring
straight ahead for about a minute then blinked and shook her head
looking around confused as she went back to her job.
Down the street,
three young ladies appeared over the hill. The first was dressed in
all black leather, from her boots to her skintight pants with a long
sleeved top to finish the ensemble. The only odd characteristic was
that she was a fox. The girl walking in the middle was tall and trim,
with long blonde hair, wearing a purple halter-top, a short velvet
skirt, black fishnet stockings, and purple high heels. The last young
lady was dressed in tight white mini skirt, a very formfitting ivory
halter-top, and a white pair of heels. She alone wore sunglasses.
They approached the bouncer at the door who smiled in her
professional manner “May I see your ID’s please?” she asked
extending a hand.
Ayame smiled at
her as Serena snuck up behind her. “No you may not,” she replied
just as professionally.
The bouncer was
about to protest when her eyes flew wide open and she rose up onto
her tiptoes. Serena’s hand could be seen squeezing the
unfortunate’s shoulder causing the bouncer’s eyes to slowly close
as she drifted off to sleep. Serena caught her in her arms and
dragged her into the coat room in the lobby, leaving her buried sound
asleep under several coats.
The inside of
the club was a multileveled interior. The customers entered on the
top level, which was just to walk around. Several stair cases led
down to a mid level where small two and three person tables were set
up. A third level lead down to the dance floor which ended in a
performance stage. The club was filled with TV monitors showing
flashing lights and spirals, and other hypnotic paraphernalia. And,
in the far left corner, raised three feet above the rest of the dance
floor was the DJ stand.
The Mato girls
found some seats on the middle level at three small tables that
situated were close together. Lucia and Jen took the first table,
followed by Diana and Mina, and finally Yuta, Katia and Fawn. Fawn
leaned over and asked the rest of the girls, “Do you notice
anything odd about the staff here?” The girls began to look around
and noticed striking similarities in the employees. The four male
bartenders were wearing spandex pants, but were topless, and the six
female waitresses were in short 1960s style skirts with spiraled
sports bras, but the really striking similarity was that all of them
had the same vacant look in their eyes. All of them were hypnotized.
The girls then noticed that several of the patrons were also
hypnotized. Some were under on the dance floor, some at their seats,
and some were being lead backstage by a waitress.
“Great. What
did Mato get us into this time?” Diana groaned.
Yuta beamed,
“This is like an arcade with all the games to play!”
Mina noticed
that the DJ in the DJ booth was not hypnotized. She was young,
probably 23, with long brown hair, and a spiraled tank top. She was
bouncing to the beat when a woman walked into the booth. The woman
was tall with shoulder length red hair, wearing a long, slinky black
dress slit up the sides to the mid-thigh and strap-y high heeled
sandals . The DJ turned, removed her head phones, and began to talk
to the woman. Mina noticed that the DJ seemed to be relaxing a bit.
Her mouth
started to fall open ever so slightly. The taller woman
bent down gently and began to slide a finger along the DJ chin and
her cheek while the DJ appeared to be slumping a bit more with each
time she nodded to the unheard words of the taller woman. After a
few more seconds the taller woman handed the DJ a cassette tape. The
DJ took it nodding, looking peaceful but glassy-eyed and dazed just
like the rest of the staff. The taller woman stood up and left the
booth.
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| DJ Booth (By Rotem Dishon) |
“I don’t
think I like this,” said Mina to herself.
Near the
entrance, Serena, Val, and Ayame walked in and surveyed the scene,
calmly making their strategy.
“I’ll take
backstage,” said Ayame confidently.
“I’ll take
the dance floor,” volunteered Val, surveying the room.
“I’ll look
out from here and take the guests below,” commented Serena with a
wicked smile. Without another word, the three girls moved to their
respective posts. Ayame and Val took different sets of stairs and
Serena perched on the railing to observe for a while.
Serena noticed
another kindred spirit sitting at the bar, a sexy fox girl, with
shoulder length, curly hair that was dressed in leather boots, a
black mini skirt, and a red halter-top. She was sitting with her legs
crossed, smiling in a very flirtatious way with the hypnotized
bartender.
The bartender
brought the lovely vixen a nice large latte, and set it down in front
of her blankly responding, “Here is your latte, Miss.” The vixen
smiled warmly.
“Why thank
you, my good man.”
“Miss, would
you like some milk for your latte?” said the bartender, nice and
calmly.
Smiling at the
power she had over the tranced bartender, the vixen replied
seductively, “Why yes, I would my sweet man.” The bartender
gently poured a small stream of milk into the latte and began to
swirl it around. “Nice pattern,” commented the vixen.
“Yes,”
replied the bartender, “it is a nice pattern. See how it swirls
gently around, seeing how the milk stays separate, forming a spiral
in the dark latte. Swirling around, becoming thinner and thinner.
Moving towards the center into the slowly forming whirlpool. It’s
so relaxing to just watch the milk swirl in, down the whirlpool, down
deeper and deeper, letting everything go. Feeling all of your energy,
all of your thoughts, just following the milk, down into the
whirlpool swirl away, as you go deeper and deeper.” The vixen’s
eyes were nice and blank now, her expression slack, as her mouth hung
partly open staring into the latte. Serena, in the background, was
watching intently, well aware of what was happening. “It feels so
good to just relax and let all your thoughts flow away. Isn’t that
right now, my dear?” asked the bartender, his voice still monotone
but perfect for inductions.
“Yes…,”
responded the vixen as her voice gently trailed off.
“Very good,”
the bartender said and pressed a button on the counter. He then
noticed Serena watching and pressed another button on his counter.
Before Serena could react, one of the monitors near her started to
flash a spiral pattern directly into her face. A small speaker
underneath the monitor began to play an accompanying low melodious
hum. Serena blinked shaking her head. The power of the spiral hit
her immediately, but even though she was trying to brush it off, the
flashes just kept coming into her face. Her eyes were closing slowly,
and she was struggling to remain cognizant as her body began to
relax. Without her even knowing, a waitress walked up behind her and
was steadying her. Serena’s last bits of resistance faded with a
final, brighter then normal, pulse made her slump her shoulders and
send her vixen face into a slack stupor. The waitress behind her
gently started to guide her to the other entranced vixen at the bar.
Ordering the sitting vixen to stand, the waitress led them through a
door behind the bar. No one who wasn’t already entranced noticed.
Down the street
a beautiful young woman wearing knee high leather boots, and a black
leather one piece skirt and top, walked provocatively down the
street. Her hips swaying, and her shoulder length brown hair blowing
gently in the breeze, she walked calmly down the street, at least for
a few seconds before she tripped over nothing, then regained her
balance, and smiled, shaking her head in humorous admittances of her
own clumsiness. Above on the roof tops, she was being watched by a
shadowy figure. “Wow, this one’s graceful,” said the figure
sarcastically, waiting patiently for her to move into exactly the
right spot until finally she was right where he wanted her. Leaping
off the roof and spreading a pair of large demonic wings, he floated
down in a wonderful displace of grace and landing perfectly in front
of her. “Hello my sweet, it’s time you took a look at this,” he
said confidently holding his hand before her eyes. With a look of
stress on his face, a very faint flicking orb started to appear in
his hand. The orb flickered becoming barely visible, causing the
shadowy being to strain at the orb’s control, with the strain
greatly showing on his face.
The young woman
looked at him with an odd expression. “That’s pretty, but what is
it supposed to do?” she asked confused.
“It’s going
to make you focus on it and obey me,” said the incubus straining to
hold the fading orb.
The young woman
smiled and blushed a bit. “Aww, that’s so sweet, but I’m
afraid it’s not working honey,” She replied genuinely.
“No, it’s
going to work. Just focus,” commented the incubus, straining even
more.
“I’m sorry
honey, but it’s not working. You had better stop before you pop a
blood vessel. Have a nice night,” said the young woman as she
smiled and sexily slipped past the incubus.
Looking around
quickly, he noticed a small alley not far from where the woman was
walking and quickly ran up behind her. He spun her around and kissed
her deeply, pulling her close him. The young woman’s eyes flew wide
and bugged out of her head a bit as she started to feel herself
weakening in his arms. The features of the incubus seemed to remain
in shadow as he pulled the young woman closer, holding her tighter
and tighter, draining the energy out of her through the kiss. The
young woman’s eyes slowly started to glaze over as they began to
close. Her shock melted away as her muscles loosened and she shank
into the incubus’s arms as he continued to drain her energy. Slowly
dragging her into the alley, the incubus was aware that the young
woman was now completely limp. Her lips were soft against his as he
broke the kiss. She was completely drained, and deeply asleep.
Dragging her to a clean secluded spot in the alley, he gently brushed
her cheek as he laid her down. “Thanks for the snack, sweet
thing.” With that, he spread his wings and took off into the air.
Flying over the
town, he was suddenly struck by the sense that somewhere close-by
there was a massive build up of hypnotic energy. He flew over the
city until he had it locked down to a small night club in the quieter
part of town. Coming to a slow glide over the roof of the building
next to the club, the incubus gently touched down and ran a few paces
before tripping over nothing and landing face first in the small
gravel filler on the roof. He slid a few feet and slammed head first
into a vent pipe, with a very loud CLANK! His wings shot straight up
into the air, and slowly shrank into his back.
Groaning, he
slowly stood up. “That’s never happened before,” he silently
complained. Shaking off the pain, he moved to the edge of the roof
to observe what was happening through a club window.
Inside, the
girls were talking, trying to relax in the middle of a club dedicated
to hypnosis and trying not to seem to uncomfortable. They were
actually managing to strike up a conversation when one of the
hypnotized waitresses came up to the first table with Lucia and Jen,
and asked rather blankly, “Good evening. Trance or non trance?”
All the girls
looked at the waitress a bit confused, but before anyone could stop
her, Lucia asked, “Tranced?”
“Very good,
miss,” said the waitress and pressed a button on her tray. Without
warning, two flat yellow laser lights shot from the small opening in
the middle of Lucia and Jen’s table striking both of them in the
face starting at their foreheads and moving down across their faces.
As the beam moved down their faces, the girls’ eyes glazed over and
their expressions loosened as their face muscles sagged, causing the
girls to sink back in their chairs. Both were out in less then three
seconds. The waitress then moved to the next table with Mina and
Diana.
Before she had a
chance to say anything, both girls nearly shouted, “NON-TRANCE!
NON-TRANCE!” The waitress moved to the third table of girls who
replied just as eagerly and as enthusiastically as the second. The
remaining five conscious girls watched as the waitress instructed
Lucia and Jen to stand up and follow her. Both girls rose, blank and
relaxed, and followed the waitress down the stairs and up onto the
stage. The waitress then slid the curtain back and guided them
backstage.
Mina and Diana
looked at each other. Then Mina commented to the other table, “Ok
no one asks ANY questions. If you are in doubt, just say no!”
Yuta laughed at
Mina. “What? It looks like fun. Maybe you should join them in a
nice …. HEY!” Yuta yelled as Katia covered Yuta’s eyes.
“Sorry Yuta,
but I think there are enough people to trance here without you
needing to trance Mina,” she said soft enough for Yuta to laugh and
decide not to trance Katia.
Before any more
hijinx could occur, the music changed, turning to an upbeat, fast
paced dance mix, but with a hint of belly dancing music. The curtains
on the stage opened slowly and Jen and Lucia walked out. Jen was in a
neon pink bikini, wearing several perfectly transparent veils, only
to complete the outfit and not actually to cover her. Lucia was now
wearing a very skimpy white thong. Jen started to dance on stage,
very erotically to the music, as a pole began to rise from the floor
to aid her undulating dance.
The girls all
laughed, the tension breaking a bit on seeing their friends perform.
Yuta clapped and cheered the loudest while Mina nervously shrank back
into her chair.
While most of
the audience and dancers were watching Jen, Lucia produced a very odd
goblet and took a long slow drink. Few people noticed as her eyes
started to glow neon blue. She then began to walk through the dance
floor, grabbed a young man, and kissed him full on the lips. As soon
as their eyes met, two blue energy blasts moved from Lucia’s eyes
to his, leaving him completely tranced and standing rooted to the
floor.
Fawn looked over
at Katia and Yuta, “Did she just do what I think she just did?”
Yuta bounced,
“See! She gets to play!”
Katia just
looked on a bit confused, “One heck of a kiss too.”
On the dance
floor, Val’s long blonde hair was bouncing in the music as she
surveyed the crowd, looking for the two lost slaves. Then she
spotted them, being escorted into the back room by one of the
waitresses. Val smiled, as she nodded to Ayame, who began moving
towards the door, opening it slowly, and sneaking in. Val casually
started dancing towards the door, attempting not to draw attention to
herself, and figuring backup would never hurt. She started to survey
the upper deck while dancing, searching for Serena without locating
her. Scanning the upper deck, she didn’t notice Lucia moving in
directly behind her. Val turned face first into Lucia in the middle
of her dance. She didn’t have any time to react before Lucia
grabbed her face and pulled her forward, throwing Val off balance and
into a deep, intense kiss. Val’s eyes opened wide in surprise just
in time for the energy to arc from Lucia’s eyes directly into hers.
Val struggled for a split second then her arms slumped to her sides,
as her eyes glazed over. Lucia broke the kiss and left Val tranced
on the dance floor, moving on to her next victim.
Fawn was staring
at Lucia. “Dang, she already has four people out…. Make that
five.”
“Awww, she
seems to be stopping,” said Yuta, disappointed as Lucia started to
gather up her five tranced victims, three females and two males.
Diana’s face
lit up. “Great! I’ll be right back,” she announced as she
bounced off of her chair and ran downstairs towards the sign labeled
“restrooms.” Mina sank back in her chair and scooted it closer to
the other three girls for safety.
Back stage,
Ayame walked casually through the hallway following the two missing
girls. One was a bunny with blue fur and long blonde hair wearing a
plain white jumpsuit and the other girl was a human with short black
hair, and matching jump suit walked blankly up to the woman Mina had
seen in the DJ booth.
“Good, Ladies,
you are back tonight. I want you to go to the 3rd
National Yoto Bank, and bring to me the diamond on display in the
lobby. Do you understand?”
“Yes
Mistress,” both girls replied in unison. With that, they made a
sharp turn and began to head for the back door.
“Not so fast,
Ladies” said Ayame, confidently walking towards the two girls as
the manager turned to walk away. The manager stopped and shook her
head facing away from Ayame. “Look here a moment ladies,” Ayame
cooed and she removed her sunglasses and staring into the two young
ladies’ eyes. Both girls began to sway as their eyes turned to
spirals. Ayame smiled confidently, “And now it’s your turn,
honey,” she said, walking towards the manager. She got a brief
glimpse of the mirror in front of the taller woman as her hand rose
to her face. The manager began to turn towards her. Ayame assertively
gazed right where the woman’s eyes would be and didn’t have a
chance to prepare. When the manager turned, she was wearing
reflective sunglasses. Ayame stared right into a reflection of her
own eyes and gasped
“That’s it,
little one, focus on the eyes. See the swirl and feel it bringing
you deeper and deeper; so helpless, falling so quickly now, isn’t
that right, Darling?” the manager said in a soothing yet confident
tone.
Ayame’s face
went slack staring into the reflection of her own eyes. “Yes,”
she replied.
“That’s
yes…Mistress, isn’t it my dear” said the manager with a sly
smile of victory.
“Yes
Mistress,” Ayame replied flatly.
“Good girl.
Now put your sunglasses back on, my dear. Free my other two slaves
from your power and send them on their way.”
“Yes
Mistress,” Ayame replied, putting on her sunglasses and moving to
the two spiral-eyed slaves. The manager sighed and removed her own
sunglasses, revealing for the first time that she had had her eyes
closed the whole time.
“Sometimes
this is just too easy,” she laughed as she turned and walked away.
“Now to move on to my other guests.” The manager entered her
office and turned her focus onto the multitude of security monitors
bolted to the far wall. Each monitor revealed one or several of
club-goers. About half the people so far had remained unaffected by
the rampant hypnosis. As she scanned the monitors, she noticed Diana
had separated herself from the other girls with whom she had arrived.
The manager laughed at how easy a target she had just been
presented. Activating a preset trap in the women’s’ washroom,
she went back to scanning the monitors. Recognizing Fawn and Katia,
ideas on how to use the two celebrities popped into her head. “A
princess and a celebrity singer, wonderful,” mused the manager.
“They shall be quite useful, but the others…. I shall have to
figure out some uses for them as well.” Deciding that, the manager
began pressing a variety of buttons, activating several hypnotic
items that were ingeniously hidden all throughout the club.
In the women’s’
washroom, Diana was busy fixing up her hair…..all of it. She
gently brushed the fur on her arms to make sure it was all going the
same way, then on her legs finally moving up to her chest and neck,
turning her head from side to side, admiring her own image in the
mirror. Smiling, she began to notice something strange. It was as
though something was moving behind the mirror. She leaned in closer
trying to figure out what that something was. She could defiantly
see something moving, but it wasn’t clear what it was that was
doing the moving. She tried leaning in closer but with no luck.
Then she tried moving back a bit and noticed the movement take shape.
It was something spinning, she thought, something spinning behind
the mirror. The spinning circular object began to get brighter and
she could finally tell that it was a spiral. Laughing at the mirror,
she commented to the spiral, “That’s a clever idea, given the
name of the club and all”. She was about to turn when suddenly the
spiral started to flash with every color of the rainbow, directly
into her face. Had anyone else been in the washroom they would have
been fine as the flashing spiral was aimed directly at Diana.
“Ooohhhhh soooo , prreee….” Diana’s train of thought trailed
off as the lights from the spiral continued to strike her dead on in
her rapidly slacking face. Her arms began to slack to her sides. She
was totally lost, totally blank.
The manager
smiled, watching Diana submit almost instantly to the spiral.
“That’s a good girl. Just let yourself go. You’ll make a fine
addition to the dance squad, my dear.” A knock at the door brought
the manager’s attention back to her present surroundings. “Enter!”
demanded the manager.
“Mistress, it
is almost time for your show, just a reminder as you bade me,” a
waitress commented after she had entered. “Shall I tell the DJ to
announce you?”
“Wonderful.
And yes, tell that DJ to announce me in twenty minutes, and tell her
to start the tape I gave her. You’re dismissed,” the manager
replied still studying the monitors.
“Yes,
Mistress,” responded the waitress as she left to carry out her
newest orders.
Back in the
club, a new song started to play over the speakers. “I’m starting
to get worried about Diana,” Mina said, almost clinging to Fawn’s
arm.
“Relax Mina.
You know how long she takes in the mirror,” said Fawn, hiding her
own worries about Diana.
“There are
words in the music,” commented Yuta, starting to get a far away
look in her eyes.
Fawn looked at
Yuta confused. “What are you talking about? It’s just a base
tape. There are no lyrics.”
“Yes there
are,” replied Yuta, getting a glazed smile on her face. “Can’t
you hear them?”
The other three
girls all looked at her like she was crazy. “What words?” asked
Katia.
“Happy.
Carefree; want to dance. Need to dance, sway to the music, sway to
the rhythm. Let yourself go, nothing to worry about. Focus on the
music. You must dance. You need to dance.” With that, Yuta got
up from her chair and started to dance, moving slowly towards the
dance floor. She passed several other patrons who were starting to
get the same glazed look on their faces that Yuta had while several
of their friends looked at them either laughing or acting concerned.
Passing a short,
young woman with long brown hair and fancy jeweled bracelets and
earrings, Yuta paused to look at the woman. “I like your shirt”
said Yuta.
The young woman
smiled and blushed. The tight red shirt had only one sleeve and an
angled neck so her left shoulder and arm were bare while the rest of
her was covered creating a classy yet revealing ensemble. “Thank
you,” she said softly. (*1)
Yuta moved
closer and stared into her eyes. Her own eyes started to spin. “You
want to join me on the dance floor, don’t you?” Yuta suggested.
“Yes…,”
the brunette responded as her eyes focused on Yuta’s and her face
become slack. She stood and followed Yuta down the stairs.
Yuta moved to
the dance floor. Her arms rose above her head, moving with the
rhythm. A young man next to her who looked almost as glassy eyed
started to move towards her. Yuta smiled at him as her eyes turned
to silver spirals. The young man’s face instantly slackened as his
eyes reflected Yuta’s; face, spirals and all. She instructed him
to dance closer, rubbing her body against his while the young
brunette moved to the other side of the young man and did the same.
“There she
goes again,” retorted Katia, shaking her head. The girls’
attention was then drawn to a large disco ball lowering from the
ceiling to twirl about ten feet above the dance floor.
None of the
dancers noticed or cared about the disco ball’s emergence. They
were too busy dancing or too busy being becoming tranced. From the
side of the club, two laser lights slide out of the wall and began
firing at the disco ball. The lasers bounced harmlessly off the disco
and onto the dance floor. Then, without warning, a bright blue laser
hit the disco ball and bounced into the back of a young woman on the
dance floor. As soon as she was hit, her arms fell to her sides and
her head slumped down onto her chest. She stood slouched and
unmoving. A few seconds later, another bright blue laser struck a
young man in the shoulder evoking exactly the same response.
“They’re
hypno-lasers!” gasped Mina, stating the obvious as two more dancers
were tranced.
“Yuta doesn’t
seem to notice it either,” said Fawn concerned.
“Actually I
don’t think Yuta cares,” announced Katia, sounding almost bored.
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| Dance floor (By Rotem Dishon) |
“See? She
didn’t care,” Katia commented, starting to sway to the music.
Fawn shook her
head trying to clear the cobwebs. “The subliminal words in the
music must be getting to us.”
“I’m going
to find Diana. I don’t like this,” Mina got up to run towards
the bathroom. Fawn and Katia just sat at the table swaying to the
music. Katia was oblivious that Mina was even gone while Fawn knew
something was wrong, but couldn’t put her finger on it. The music
was too nice to worry.
Mina was just
about to enter the bathroom when she noticed the door to the
backstage area was propped open just wide enough to see Diana
standing there, completely dazed. Someone was stroking her tail,
talking to her. Mina couldn’t hear all of what was being said, but
she was able to make out the word… slave? “No, that couldn’t
be right. Diana isn’t a slave. What’s going on?” Mina was
about to move closer when she saw the woman that had visited the DJ
booth walk past stroking Diana’s cheek and heard Diana reply.
“Yes, Mistress
I obey”.
“Oh crap, I
need to warn the others!” said Mina, attempting to sneak away from
the door unnoticed.
Back outside in
the main area of the club, Fawn elbowed Katia. “Look, something’s
happening up on the stage,” she commented to the elf princess. She
had noticed a waitress go up to the DJ and whisper in the DJ’s ear.
The DJ simply nodded and halted the music.
“Ladies and
Gentlemen, welcome to Spirals. We are happy to present our owner and
manager of the club, Nadia!” announced the DJ as the curtains open
and all the ‘tranced dancers on the dance floor knelt. Six large,
blank, expressionless men walked out onto stage followed by all of
the patrons that had so far been hypnotized. They were all dressed
in thongs, regardless of gender. Finally, the manager, Nadia, walked
onto the stage and bowed.
“Thank you,
Christine,” Nadia said into a microphone. “Hello one and all! I
trust you’re all having the time of your lives here?” Nadia
smiled to the resulting enthusiastic cheer from the audience. “My
name is Nadia and I’m the owner of this club as well as the
manager. But, now, I’m your host for the evening and you can call
me… Mistress!”
Fawn was now
very concerned. “I’m going to go get Mina. You stay here,” she
said, getting up and running past Katia.
Katia only
smiled blankly. “Stay…here.”
Nadia saw
several of the patrons that were not yet hypnotized starting to get
anxiously concerned about the activities that taking place upon the
stage and through out the rest of the club. “Don’t worry my
darlings. Your friends are safe, just as you will be safe, once you
realize that all you have to do is focus on my voice. Feel it moving
into your mind, gently, sweetly, hearing it echo over and over again.
As you start to relax, and let go, remember, you’re safe,
completely and totally safe, in my voice,” Nadia soothingly
intoned.
Several patrons,
including Katia, whispered quietly, “Safe….” Several others
were looking glassy-eyed. A few were fighting the urge to surrender
to the induction, trying to wake their friends.
“No need to
listen to anything else but my voice. It fills you, completes you.
You need it, more and more. You have to listen. You have to focus.
Nothing else matters now except for my voice. Feel your bodies
relax, deeper and deeper, as your muscles let go, loosen. Let
yourself go.”
Katia’s arms
were now at her side and her face was slack with her eyes staring
ahead blankly. Several other patrons had joined her while several
more weren’t far behind.
“Very good.
Just listen to the words as they echo deeply in your mind. It’s so
easy to hear them softly echoing, making your mind empty, and let go.
Let go, NOW.”
With that last
word, every one of the patrons that was influenced by Nadia’s
induction was now out. Nadia nodded to the waitresses who began
moving into the audience. One young woman in a blue, skin-tight
leather jumpsuit was trying desperately to wake her friend in a
matching red leather jumpsuit when she looked up the waitress was
standing right in front of her.
“It’s time
you slept too, Miss,” said the waitress, holding up a small
flashlight and aiming it at the young woman’s face. With a blank
look, she turned on the device and a stream of colored lights shone
into the woman’s face.
“No wait,
pleeeeaaaa…,” the young woman pleaded as her voice trailed off.
Her eyes started to reflect the colors of the device and her arms
slid to her sides. The waitress turned the device off, leaving the
young woman staring into nothing, and moved to the next un-entranced
patron.
Fawn had managed
to hide during all of this and block out the noise of the induction
by gently singing to herself. She noticed Mina, half awake under a
table near the bathroom, and quietly moved to her. Sneaking up
behind her and whispering into her ear, “Mina, are you ok?”
Mina just stared
ahead. “So light, can’t move,” she said calmly, but with a
small hint of panic.
Fawn looked
around, moved closer to Mina, and began to sing in her ear. “Just
relax little one, and listen to me. Don’t worry about a thing just
focus on me. Nothing else matters, nothing at all. Focus on me,
and let yourself fall.” Mina’s body went slack. Fawn looked
around and whispered gently into mina’s ear, “Wake up Mina in
1…2…3….” Mina’s eyes snapped open and she turned
frantically towards Fawn, who covered Mina’s mouth and put a finger
to her own lips. “Shhh, we need to get out of here.” Mina nodded
vigorously and Fawn removed her hand from Mina’s face. The two
began slowly crawling under the tables until they reached the main
level. Below in the seating level, the waitresses were busy
entrancing the last few patrons still awake. Mina looked over the
edge then turned to move towards the door but bumped face first into
a waitress.
“It’s time
you slept too Miss” said the waitress, raising up the
flashlight-like device.
Mina freaked out
until Fawn pushed her out of the way and then shoved the waitress to
the ground. Fawn grabbed Mina by the shoulders and pushed her to
towards the exit. “Go Mina, let’s go,” shouted Fawn, annoyed.
They tried to run out the door to safety when Fawn suddenly fell.
Mina looked back to see that the waitress had grabbed Fawn’s leg
around the ankle. Fawn rolled over and the waitress immediately
moved on top of her. Fawn started to sing at the exact same moment as
the waitress turned the device on to shine into Fawn’s face. Mina
watched as Fawn slowly ceased struggling, her voice cracking lightly
until her arms dropped to the floor, completely tranced.
“Gah!” Mina
shrieked and turned to run full force towards the door.
The red headed
bouncer staggered from the coat closet directly in front of Mina,
shaking her head, trying to clean out the fuzzy feeling. “Mmm, what
happened?” she asked when she heard Mina running down the hallway
“Huh?” she thought, turning just in time to be rammed by a
fleeing Mina. The fiery redheaded bouncer fell hard against the wall
behind her. Her head hit the wall with a thud and, with a sigh, a
small, goofy grin appeared on her face as her eyes rolled back into
her head. The poor girl slowly slid down the wall into an
unconscious pile on the floor.
By
CK And SleepyHypno
Mato,
Sarah, Jake, Fawn, Diana, Mina, Jen, Jessica, Dawn, Vice, Serena,
Val, Ayame, Yuta, Katia, and Lucia, as well as Yoto, Slaves Inc, and
the world in general are all copyrighted to Adv913. This is his
world, I'm just playing in it.
*1
Friend of mine had that shirt years ago, no idea why but I loved that
shirt design.
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