Sophie’s two closest girlfriends, Caidy and Beth, were pretty enough, but neither had the big-titted blonde looks of Sophie, and they were eternally jealous. When Caidy started studying hypnosis, stupid trusting Sophie volunteered to be her hypno doll – thinking that Caidy would give her positive suggestions to make her happier – and Caidy immediately enlisted Beth to help her have fun with the silly little bimbo.
“Take your clothes off,” she told Sophie almost as soon as she was certain Sophie was blank and receptive. She felt her cunt moisten as Sophie obligingly stripped nude, baring her perfect fuckbags and shaved pussy. Beside her, Beth – an eager audience – made a similar enthusiastic noise.
Caidy continued. “You will never retain any conscious memory of what happens to you while you are naked with another person. Your subconscious will remember, but you will be unable to act on those memories.” She looked to Beth for further ideas.
Beth had plenty. “When there are clothes drawn on your body,” she told Sophie, “you will think you are fully dressed, and have no conscious awareness of your nudity. Your subconscious will know, though, and take note of every slutty thing you do as a result and every look and mocking comment you receive.”
“When your subconscious feels ashamed,” Beth continued, “you will start to masturbate, no matter where you are or who can see you. You will not be aware you are doing this, and you will not allow yourself to cum. If you speak to anyone while in this state, you will think you are saying something appropriate and innocuous, but instead you will be sharing your embarrassing sexual secrets and fantasies.”
Caidy picked up the instructions. “Any time your pussy is penetrated by the action of another person, you will immediately be fully aware of everything you have forgotten, for as long as that penetration lasts, and feel every emotion associated with that behaviour.”
Beth jumped in. “And lastly, conscious feelings of shame, humiliation and violation will make you powerfully orgasm – and in fact, they are the *only* things that can make you orgasm.”
They made her lick both their pussies, which was fun, and then brought her back to full consciousness. She smiled dumbly, thinking her friends had told her to believe in herself or something equally boring. Instead, they introduced her to her first session of what would become a daily routine.
Each morning, the girls visited Sophie. Remembering them as friends, she let them in. Then they worked together to restrain her, strip off her clothes, and rape her. They would deliberately shove a dildo in her pussy, so she could remember everything that had happened and was about to happen, as they took turns grinding their pussies against her mouth and slapping at her big slutty tits. She would beg them not to do this to her, between repeated powerful orgasms, and they would laugh, and take turns drawing or painting a skimpy pair of panties and a bra onto her skin, before removing the dildo and letting her up.
As soon as her cunt was empty and she saw the clothes drawn on her, she would forget everything that had happened to her, and treat them as friends again. She would leave for work, completely nude but for their paint and markers. Sometimes they would write “RAPETOY” or “CUM-BUCKET” on her as well, as she never seemed to notice that either.
She would drive to work, get out, go into her building, and almost immediately start masturbating as co-workers goggled at her naked flesh. They would ask her how she was, and she would say, “I lick the cunts of my friends,” thinking she was saying, “I’m feeling good!” She would masturbate more and more until eventually a co-worker would stop her in a corridor and rape her, and as his cock penetrated her she would remember everything again, and orgasm, and then forget when he withdrew and return to work with cum leaking from her pussy, still thinking she was fully clothed. And the next day her friends would do it to her again.
After all, it got funnier every time…
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