Author's Note: Welcome to a new arc in the season! I decided to do some erotic hypnosis and brainwashing on Allen. But wait, haven't I been doing the latter all season? Well, yes. But now, I am being dead serious about this. I am getting some help and ideas for the hypnosis part of the story. I think I got a good start to it. Please (gently) let me know how I can improve. I will be looking around and doing research for future keys. On another note, I came up with the title for next season coming later this year. For now, enjoy this week's key.
Key Twenty: Brainwashing:
Allen lost track of how many times he came. He lay on the bed blissed out. This shouldn't be right. He was supposed to be doing something. But now he couldn't remember. Allen reached out as if he saw something reaching for him. He will never touch it.
Brainwashing takes so much work. It had to be nailed just right. Redhead knew this. She broke down the core components needed for this project. She had the tools she needed.
"Am I allowed to have any assistants on this project?" she asked.
"Yes," Road said.
"Do you need anything else?"
"Not right now."
Redhead looked down at Allen's body. Aw, he looked so cute with that little blissed-out smile on his face. She leaned down to his ear.
"Tell me something, little Allen. Are you familiar with hypnosis?"
Her voice sounded so faded in the distance. Hm? Hypno… What is she talking about?
She smiled and patted him on the head. This was just the warm-up. She had the program mapped out. Right now, she was going to let him rest.
The machine was turned off. Allen lay on his back, panting. Redhead reached down and patted him on the head.
"We're going to have so much fun tonight." She gave him a little kiss on the forehead. The boss was more than happy to give her what she needed. After all, the redhead was told to use whatever minds necessary to get the job done. The monster was counting on seeing results. She was more than happy to deliver.
In the morning, the ladies met up in the main office to go over the finer details. They shook hands and the redhead headed out the door. The monster sat back with a smile on her face.
"You may begin," Road said over the intercom.
"Yes, mistress," Redhead said. She turned her attention back to her hostage.
The sessions began.
First Session
Allen sat across the table from the Redhead. Her lips curved into a hungry smile. The angel frowned.
"Oh, what? Are you going to swing some sort of a pendant or something?" he asked. The redhead didn't answer.
"Do you know what I like to do to relax?" she asked.
"No," Allen muttered. The redhead pulled a tea tray to her side.
"There is nothing like a nice hot cup of chamomile," she said. She reached over and set down a black and gold teacup in front of her. Allen watched her hands go to work. The redhead poured herself some hot tea. Was she doing this right now? She closed her eyes and took a sniff.
"Mmm. So good." She looked over at Allen.
"I like my tea really sweet," she said. The redhead dropped in three spoonfuls of sugar. She began to stir in her tea.
Cling. Cling. Cling. Cling.
"Yes." Her spoon kept tapping the inside of the cup. Her eyes stayed locked on her hostage. Allen found himself unable to take his eyes off her hand.
What was that?
Cling. Cling. Cling. Cling.
The redhead smirked. "Now, take in a slow, deep breath."
Allen slowly breathed in. One. Two. Three. Four.
"Hold." One. Two. Three. Four.
"Breathe out slowly." One. Two. Three. Four.
"Breathe in." One. Two. Three. Four.
"Hold." One. Two. Three. Four.
"Breathe out." One. Two. Three. Four.
"Breathe in." One. Two. Three. Four.
"Hold." One. Two. Three. Four.
"Breathe out." One. Two. Three. Four. They did this exercise two more times. Allen's body and mind began to relax. His head started dropping to his chest. The redhead's hand stirred her tea while she kept her eyes on her target.
"Now, we're going to clear your mind. I need you to be mindless for me. You are going to be my little canvas."
"Yes… ma'am…" He spoke in a monotone voice. The redhead waited for a beat. Allen proved to be a tough one to break. She had to proceed with caution.
"Just let your mind go blank," the redhead said. "You don't need to think about anything. Let me shape your mind."
"Yes… ma'am…"
"Good. When you are referred to as a pet, you will remember your most happiest moment and use those feelings."
"Yes… ma'am…"
"When you get called a good boy, you will be more turned on."
"Yes… ma'am…"
The redhead waved her hand in front of his face. Yeah, he was out like a light. Checked-out. Perfect.
"When you wake…" She paused. She thought about how she was going to proceed with this. Then an idea came to her head.
"When you wake up, you will have no inhibitions and do the first thing that comes to mind. Four… Three… Two… One.
Snap.
Allen snapped to attention. He sat panting. The redhead sat back and waited. The angel sat in the chair, panting. When did it get hot in here? Allen gulped.
"Do you mind if I… I… Jerk off?!" he asked. The redhead kind of shrugged.
"Sure, go ahead," she said. Allen's hand reached for his cock. He didn't know why he was doing this. His right hand seemed to move on its own. There was an itch that he needed to scratch. It was like he couldn't help it. Allen started stroking himself vigorously. The redhead licked her lips. The angel moaned with each stroke.
What is happening to me? Why am I doing this?
His face flushed red. This felt… Felt… Felt…
The angel shut his eyes and moaned. His captor licked her lips.
"Such a good little pet," she said. Allen's face felt like it was on fire. He felt the heat going down to his neck. He gulped as he kept stroking.
He didn't know why he was doing this. There was no attraction to this woman. The way she stared at him made things worse. Allen clenched his teeth. He wanted to shout at her. He wanted to ask what she did to him. All that came out of his mouth was moans of pleasure.
"Such a good boy," she said. Allen panted as he stroked as fast as his hands could allow. He could feel the pressure building up. The angel felt himself getting close.
"Yes, more," the redhead said. Allen bit down on his lower lip. It still kept building. Building, but nothing was coming. Pain started to build in by pinches. Tears pricked his eyes. The redhead cooed at him.
"Do you want to come?" she asked. The angel pouted as he nodded at her pitifully.
"Aw," she said. She walked over to him. The redhead took Allen by the cheeks.
"You know what you need to do," she growled in a low voice. Despite shivering, Allen didn't take his hands off of his cock. He quickly shook his head. The redhead raised her eyebrow.
"You sure you want to do that?" she asked.
"Yes!" Allen yelped.
"Aw, that's too bad," the redhead said. She let go of his face.
"No submission, no climax," she said. The redhead patted him on the head. Tears welled up in Allen's eyes. Still, he couldn't stop stroking himself. Part of him wanted to scream. But why did this feel so good? He started whimpering in pain and pleasure. Meanwhile, the redhead worked out the next steps. She was going to enjoy how this project was going to turn out.
"That is enough. You can stop now."
Allen drew back his hands and panted. He let out an involuntary whimper. His mind was trapped between two places. The angel wanted to keep going but he had no way to reach climax. They were going to dangle his release until he surrendered. Somehow, he couldn't get mad. Allen dropped his head instead.
"Did I do good today?" he asked in a small voice. The redhead chuckled.
"Heh. Yes."
Allen wobbled over and fell onto the floor. The itch was still there. Yet, his captor wouldn't let him scratch for now. They were going to force him to play their game, weren't they? Still, he couldn't get angry. A little smile came across his face.
"Please… praise me…" He was lying on his side now.
The redhead smiled as she patted Allen on the head.
"You did good," she said. The angel closed his eyes.
"Thank you," he whispered. Allen drifted off to sleep. The redhead snickered. That first session went rather well. She couldn't wait to see how tomorrow was going to turn out.