Molly woke up to find her best friend gone, taken by the mysterious Somnus organization to be used for their nefarious ends. She plans to expose them, but Somnus has other plans in store for her...
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Will Molly escape, or will she be the latest victim to fall under Somnus's mind warping control?
This story is part three of the Rewired for Pleasure series, it contains scenes of fantastical, erotic hypnosis, brainwashing, ffm threesomes, mind alteration, and more!
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Rewired for Pleasure Part 3
They went down the stairs together, Paul's grip on her arm gently, but unyielding. He had taken Jessica’s things from her, the laptop, phone, and brochure, and left them behind in their daughter’s room. Molly could feel his other hand on the small of her back, ready to force her forward if she resisted.
She tried to control her breathing, but it still came short and fast. “If you hurt me, the police will come for you."
"I'd say it's a good thing no one's going to hurt you, then."
Jessica’s mom was waiting for them in the living room. She smiled up at them from the sofa. Her tone was warm and gently. “Hey there, Molly.”
Even then, terrified as she was, it surprised her how much Leslie looked like her daughter. Their friends would joke sometimes that they were secretly sisters, which made Jessica bury her head, throw something at them, or both.
"Please let me go, Ms. Davis. Tell him to let me go."
She shook her head. “I'm sorry, sweety. We can't let you go just yet.”
Paul led her to the center of the couch and set her down there. "What are you going to do to me?"
"We have to show you something, Molly," Paul said from behind her. "It'll help work this out."
"I... No... I don't want to watch anything," she stammered, and when she saw the large headphones in Leslie's lap, the ones she had seen on her earlier that day, she panicked.
"No!" she jumped up, but Paul's arms were already around her soft midsection. "No! I don't want to see your stupid video! I saw what it did to you!"
"That's not what we're showing you, Molly.” Jessica’s mom said. “It's something different."
"I don't care! Don't you see? They've done something to your heads! It’s making you do this! They have Jessica and they’re making you help them!"
Leslie paused. For a moment, no one said anything, the only sound being Molly's rapid breathing. She saw Leslie look behind her to Paul, a meaningful look in her eyes.
"Sweety," she said finally. "We know."
"What? You..."
"We know. We know what they did to us." She looked past her to Paul again. "We can feel it. I fought it a bit better than Paul did. Not as well as Jessica, but it didn’t matter in the end for either of us. They still got their hooks into all of us."
"If you know, then why?" she cried. "Why are you doing this?"
"Knowing doesn't change anything, Molly." Paul said, still gripping her. "Their control is still there. It's not something you can escape."
"You're not even trying!"
Leslie looked down at the headphones. "We're past trying, I'm afraid. They've let us stay together. They've let us keep ourselves. I get the impression that is more than many get."
Molly struggled against Paul's grip, but it was like iron. "Just let me go! Let me go, please! You don't have to do this!"
Leslie looked at her, her blue eyes sympathetic. "I'm afraid this path was set the second you came here, dear. From what I understand, they've made something special for you. Something more pleasant than what usually is done in these circumstances. Try to be happy about that."
As Leslie neared, Molly whipped her head, trying to keep away from the headphones the woman was bringing to her ears. "No. No, no, no, no!"
She managed a few seconds before Paul gripped the back of her skull and held her steady. She whimpered as they settled on her head, blocking out all outside sound and plunging her into silence.
For several seconds, all she could hear was her own racing heart. Leslie turned on the television, then decidedly looked away from it.
What Molly saw there was strange, almost beyond describing. It was a smooth, pink sphere, pulsing smoothly against a purple backdrop. It looked almost like one of those novelty plasma balls, with soft, gossamer lines dancing like tendrils along its surface. Its shape and texture were wrong, though, wrong in a way she could not describe, only feel. Just looking at it made her feel like something running over the inside of her head.
She got just enough of a glimpse to be terrified of it and shut her eyes as hard as she could. Then there was a sudden, painful sound pouring through her headphones, a sound like distorted static chopped, modulated, and at rapidly shifting speeds. It alternated and vibrated for a long, painful second that seemed to set her skull on fire.
After that, her eyes shot open, and would not close.
She tried to break free, terror and adrenaline giving her more strength than she ever had. Paul was still stronger. He held her there and forced her to be still as the sphere pulsed and its light tendrils danced before her. Every so often, there would be another erratic, insane burst of static from her headphones, each time igniting a different place under her skull. She screamed, but could not hear herself through the noise.
The tendrils shifted, and she couldn't look away from them. The way they moved on the screen it was like a 3D illusion, like they were coming out of the screen. She knew this couldn’t be the case, but still she watched them seem to snake out of the screen towards her. Towards her face. Towards her eyes. She screamed anew as the tendrils of light went into her.
The static blared unceasingly now, like a machine gun into her ears, sometimes alternating, sometimes in unison. Illusion or not, she could feel the tendrils in her head, buzzing and burning and tracing lines inside her mind. It felt alien. It felt wrong. It felt like a welding torch fusing something together in her mind, like built inside her that wasn't her.
Molly didn’t know when it stopped. She wasn’t aware of blacking out, only a sudden blinking of lost time and the instant disappearance of the sound and pain. The instantaneous negation of it all left a momentary euphoria in her mind.
What came next started as a tickle in her head. She blinked, realizing everything was a blur around her. She tried to blink it away, but as she did, the tickling sensation started to twist and grow, like planted seeds, into thoughts.
They were small thoughts. Tiny thoughts. They weren’t her thoughts. She knew this. But they glowed inside her head.
I'm a pet.
"No..." she said, shaking her head. The screen was off now, the headphones carefully taken from her head. The blurs shifted in front of her eyes. An ache had started in her head, low and throbbing in strange parts of her skull.
I want to be a pet.
I was made to be a pet.
She laughed, a mad laugh that broke through the pain and startled her. The thoughts were so preposterous, so obviously not her.
"Is she all right? I can't see her face."
"Ms. Fox said it would be difficult at first. It will take a moment."
Adjust to what? Who could seriously expect her to think these thoughts were real?
I belong to Mr. and Ms. Davis.
A strange feeling was coming with the thoughts now. She couldn't explain it. Had no word for it. Each of the thoughts seemed to spark in her head. She couldn't see it, but it was the only way she could think to describe it.
I'm a pet and I belong to Mr. and Ms. Davis. Tik
Did she? No, she didn't. They had done this to her. They had violated her.
I love them. And they love me. Tik
They didn't love her tik. They didn't. And she didn't love them tik. She hated them.
Hated...
"She's calming down some, now, Leslie."
"I can see. Yes, it'll be ok, dear. Just a little while longer."
Mr. and Ms. Davis own me. I want to serve them every way that I can. Tik
She.... wanted to serve them? tik tik tik
Molly heard herself moan. The thought had made the pain in her head go away. More than that, it felt... good. Good in a way she had never experienced before. It was like a jolt of joy in the center of her skull.
She tried to control her breathing, but it still came short and fast. “If you hurt me, the police will come for you."
"I'd say it's a good thing no one's going to hurt you, then."
Jessica’s mom was waiting for them in the living room. She smiled up at them from the sofa. Her tone was warm and gently. “Hey there, Molly.”
Even then, terrified as she was, it surprised her how much Leslie looked like her daughter. Their friends would joke sometimes that they were secretly sisters, which made Jessica bury her head, throw something at them, or both.
"Please let me go, Ms. Davis. Tell him to let me go."
She shook her head. “I'm sorry, sweety. We can't let you go just yet.”
Paul led her to the center of the couch and set her down there. "What are you going to do to me?"
"We have to show you something, Molly," Paul said from behind her. "It'll help work this out."
"I... No... I don't want to watch anything," she stammered, and when she saw the large headphones in Leslie's lap, the ones she had seen on her earlier that day, she panicked.
"No!" she jumped up, but Paul's arms were already around her soft midsection. "No! I don't want to see your stupid video! I saw what it did to you!"
"That's not what we're showing you, Molly.” Jessica’s mom said. “It's something different."
"I don't care! Don't you see? They've done something to your heads! It’s making you do this! They have Jessica and they’re making you help them!"
Leslie paused. For a moment, no one said anything, the only sound being Molly's rapid breathing. She saw Leslie look behind her to Paul, a meaningful look in her eyes.
"Sweety," she said finally. "We know."
"What? You..."
"We know. We know what they did to us." She looked past her to Paul again. "We can feel it. I fought it a bit better than Paul did. Not as well as Jessica, but it didn’t matter in the end for either of us. They still got their hooks into all of us."
"If you know, then why?" she cried. "Why are you doing this?"
"Knowing doesn't change anything, Molly." Paul said, still gripping her. "Their control is still there. It's not something you can escape."
"You're not even trying!"
Leslie looked down at the headphones. "We're past trying, I'm afraid. They've let us stay together. They've let us keep ourselves. I get the impression that is more than many get."
Molly struggled against Paul's grip, but it was like iron. "Just let me go! Let me go, please! You don't have to do this!"
Leslie looked at her, her blue eyes sympathetic. "I'm afraid this path was set the second you came here, dear. From what I understand, they've made something special for you. Something more pleasant than what usually is done in these circumstances. Try to be happy about that."
As Leslie neared, Molly whipped her head, trying to keep away from the headphones the woman was bringing to her ears. "No. No, no, no, no!"
She managed a few seconds before Paul gripped the back of her skull and held her steady. She whimpered as they settled on her head, blocking out all outside sound and plunging her into silence.
For several seconds, all she could hear was her own racing heart. Leslie turned on the television, then decidedly looked away from it.
What Molly saw there was strange, almost beyond describing. It was a smooth, pink sphere, pulsing smoothly against a purple backdrop. It looked almost like one of those novelty plasma balls, with soft, gossamer lines dancing like tendrils along its surface. Its shape and texture were wrong, though, wrong in a way she could not describe, only feel. Just looking at it made her feel like something running over the inside of her head.
She got just enough of a glimpse to be terrified of it and shut her eyes as hard as she could. Then there was a sudden, painful sound pouring through her headphones, a sound like distorted static chopped, modulated, and at rapidly shifting speeds. It alternated and vibrated for a long, painful second that seemed to set her skull on fire.
After that, her eyes shot open, and would not close.
She tried to break free, terror and adrenaline giving her more strength than she ever had. Paul was still stronger. He held her there and forced her to be still as the sphere pulsed and its light tendrils danced before her. Every so often, there would be another erratic, insane burst of static from her headphones, each time igniting a different place under her skull. She screamed, but could not hear herself through the noise.
The tendrils shifted, and she couldn't look away from them. The way they moved on the screen it was like a 3D illusion, like they were coming out of the screen. She knew this couldn’t be the case, but still she watched them seem to snake out of the screen towards her. Towards her face. Towards her eyes. She screamed anew as the tendrils of light went into her.
The static blared unceasingly now, like a machine gun into her ears, sometimes alternating, sometimes in unison. Illusion or not, she could feel the tendrils in her head, buzzing and burning and tracing lines inside her mind. It felt alien. It felt wrong. It felt like a welding torch fusing something together in her mind, like built inside her that wasn't her.
Molly didn’t know when it stopped. She wasn’t aware of blacking out, only a sudden blinking of lost time and the instant disappearance of the sound and pain. The instantaneous negation of it all left a momentary euphoria in her mind.
What came next started as a tickle in her head. She blinked, realizing everything was a blur around her. She tried to blink it away, but as she did, the tickling sensation started to twist and grow, like planted seeds, into thoughts.
They were small thoughts. Tiny thoughts. They weren’t her thoughts. She knew this. But they glowed inside her head.
I'm a pet.
"No..." she said, shaking her head. The screen was off now, the headphones carefully taken from her head. The blurs shifted in front of her eyes. An ache had started in her head, low and throbbing in strange parts of her skull.
I want to be a pet.
I was made to be a pet.
She laughed, a mad laugh that broke through the pain and startled her. The thoughts were so preposterous, so obviously not her.
"Is she all right? I can't see her face."
"Ms. Fox said it would be difficult at first. It will take a moment."
Adjust to what? Who could seriously expect her to think these thoughts were real?
I belong to Mr. and Ms. Davis.
A strange feeling was coming with the thoughts now. She couldn't explain it. Had no word for it. Each of the thoughts seemed to spark in her head. She couldn't see it, but it was the only way she could think to describe it.
I'm a pet and I belong to Mr. and Ms. Davis. Tik
Did she? No, she didn't. They had done this to her. They had violated her.
I love them. And they love me. Tik
They didn't love her tik. They didn't. And she didn't love them tik. She hated them.
Hated...
"She's calming down some, now, Leslie."
"I can see. Yes, it'll be ok, dear. Just a little while longer."
Mr. and Ms. Davis own me. I want to serve them every way that I can. Tik
She.... wanted to serve them? tik tik tik
Molly heard herself moan. The thought had made the pain in her head go away. More than that, it felt... good. Good in a way she had never experienced before. It was like a jolt of joy in the center of her skull.
***
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