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It had been around two months since Hilda had first experienced hypnosis. It all started when she started to receive some flack from her classmates about her lazy tendencies. In her time at the academy, she had made an art out of getting around her chores and homework thanks to her bubbly charm and disarming good looks. However, it seemed even her attempts to be lazy had grown rather, well, lazy, and her classmates had started taking notice.

Of course, Hilda wanted to fix her attitude. She didn’t like disappointing her classmates. But developing better habits seemed like such hard work! So, in classic Hilda fashion, she looked for the easy way out. And that came in the form of Adrian Circie.

Adrian was a commoner from the Golden Deer house who was quite adept at magic. Perhaps even in contention with Lysithea for the best in the class, if that was even possible! However, Adrian’s brand of magic was quite different to anyone else at the school. He didn’t have much of an interest in shooting fireballs or lightning at people, nor was he faithful enough to harness the goddesses healing magic. He was much more interested in the illusion branch, messing with the minds of his opponents and ending fights before they even began.

In battle, this often took the form of conjuring illusory soldiers or monsters to frighten opponents into a harmless surrender. And when he wasn’t in combat (Which, thankfully, was most of the time), this style of magic was also good for a great many party tricks. One fateful night at a party, Hilda watched him use his magic to hypnotize a girl from the village and use all sorts of funny stage triggers on her. It was just a bit of harmless fun at the time, but it did give Hilda an idea.

So, a few days later, she approached him with a request. She wanted him to hypnotize her into being more responsible and less lazy. Of course, she wasn’t one to make such a request without proper incentive or payment, and in exchange said that Adrian could ‘have some fun’ with her while she was under his control. And that’s exactly what they did.

Hilda had figured she would probably like being hypnotized well enough. She had to admit, watching that girl at the party cluck like a chicken was pretty funny! What she didn’t expect… was just how much she enjoyed it. Perhaps it was a side effect of Adrian’s suggestion to make her more compliant and agreeable when doing her chores. But Hilda suspected he had simply uncovered something that had been there all along. A deeply submissive side of Hilda, one that yearned to be dominated and controlled. Ever since that day, Hilda hadn’t tried to weasel her way out of a single chore. But that wasn’t the only thing that had changed.

She found herself now thinking about hypnosis all the time. It was only a matter of days before she went back and asked to be put under again, and again, and again. Each session she fell deeper and deeper into submission, and the sexual nature of their encounters grew along with it. But she just couldn’t get enough. She was now visiting Adrian on a weekly basis so that she could have her brain scrambled again. She loved the feeling of being hypnotized, helpless, and controlled, and she found she could never get enough. It was a powerful addiction, and the only side effect was a mindless bliss.

Hilda loved her experience with hypnosis so much that she had to share it with everyone she knew, and it wasn’t long before Adrian had a whole host of girls coming to experience his little party trick.

To his credit, perhaps the reason why Hilda enjoyed her mindless time with Adrian so much is because she knew how safe and respectful he was. He was always very clear that it was not a mind control spell. He could never hypnotize someone into doing something they were not comfortable doing, and made sure to get clear boundaries and expectations from each girl he worked with before starting. However, he was also aware of the sexual power dynamics that could go hand in hand with this sort of thing, and if that was something that the girl wanted to indulge in, he was happy to do so. And lucky for him, perhaps due to Hilda’s constant glowing recommendations, most of the girls he worked with were curious to explore the more errotic side of hypnosis.

By this point, Hilda had been hypnotized by Adrian so many times that it was starting to become routine. He would have her do chores for him, indulge in various roleplay situations, become a mindless slave for a bit and, of course, literally fuck her brains out in every way imaginable. It was absolutely wonderful. But even so, Hilda found herself itching for a… change of pace.

After getting to live out her fantasy of being a mindless slave so often, she found a new one starting to form in her brain. She knew that Adrian had worked with several other girls at this point. She’d even done a joint session with Dorothea once where they got to be his slaves together. For the past few weeks, she hadn’t been able to shake the thought of just how fun it would be to get everyone together for one, big hypnosis-sesh! A bunch of girls, all mindless, obeying their shared master, hopefully naked! It sounded so hot!

Of course, she knew that organizing such a thing would be no small feat. First, there was the matter of convincing everyone. Many of the other girls had only been hypnotized once, one on one. Moving from a small, intimate session to a big hypno-orgy might be a leap to far. And, of course, she’d also have to make sure Adrian was on board with the idea. She knew first hand that he was immensely talented at hypnosis, she she was fairly certain he could handle a big group, but even still, it was kind of a big ask.

A Hilda from a few months ago might have looked at all the work involved in organizing this and given up on the idea on the spot. But thanks in part to the power of hypnosis, and a newfound lustful drive, she found herself determined to make this dream a reality.

Her next hypnosis session with Adrian was planned for the next day, and she considered broaching the subject to him them. But after thinking about it a bit more, she figured it would probably be best to gauge the interest from the other girls first. No sense bring it up and forcing Adrian to start planning if nobody else wanted to do it. So, she figured she would instead start with the most likely person to say yes.

It wasn’t super easy to get a private moment to chat with Dorothea on a school day. They were in separate houses, after all, and didn’t really get the chance to hang out during class hours, especially with how busy Hilda was now that she was actually doing all her chores and schoolwork. It wasn’t until after dinner that she managed to get Dorothea’s attention and ask if she would come to her room later to talk about something.

Hilda and Dorothea had become quite good friends over the past few weeks. Getting hypnotized with someone and mindlessly fucking them tended to bring people together, Hilda supposed! They sat on Hilda’s bed and chatted for a while about the usual schoolgirl things. Monastery gossip, schoolwork, the upcoming White Heron Cup dance. Hilda was looking for a way to slip her idea in naturally. She didn’t want to seem too desperate or anything. But eventually, she figured Dorothea would probably know exactly where she was coming from, and just launched into it as a non-sequitur.

“So anyway, Thea, have you been hypnotized with Adrian again?” Hilda asked. Hilda had been the one to bring Dorothea to him for her first time where they were hypnotized together, but she didn’t know if Dorothea had gone back on her own.

“Oh, well…” Dorothea said, taken aback by Hilda’s sudden question. She blushed a bit before giving an embarrassed smile. “Yes, I did, once.”

“Ooh, girl, dish!” Hilda said excitedly.

“It was a few weeks ago,” Dorothea said, speaking softly as if worried someone might overhear her, even though Hilda was the only other person in the room. “It was after I saw you walking around the monastery in that… maid costume, and figuring you must have been in a trance.”

“Ah, right…” Hilda said. In her normal, wakeful state, she tended not to broadcast her love of being hypnotized to those she didn’t think would understand. She was a noble with a reputation to uphold, after all! However, it seemed that her tranced self had far less inhibitions, and in a past session had decided to walk across the whole monastery in a very skimpy maid outfit to get some cleaning supplies.

“And, well, you know, I thought it seemed pretty… pretty hot” Dorothea said tentatively, though growing a bit more confident knowing that Hilda wouldn’t reveal any of her secrets. “So I paid him a visit over the weekend for a second round of, well, you know!”

“And what did he have you do?” Hilda asked with an excited curiosity, before quickly adding “If you’re comfortable telling me, of course.”

If anyone but Hilda had asked, Dorothea probably wouldn’t have told her. But seeing as they had already experienced what it was like to be hypnotized together, she figured it was safe to talk about it.

“Well, you know, he started off with the basic trance stuff,” Dorothea said, her voice still low but now somewhat giddy as she recalled her last hypnosis experience. “Then, I told him I used to sing and dance for an opera company, you know, so he made me think I was a stripper giving him a private show, which was pretty fun! Um, let’s see… he also had me be a maid for a little bit… I think I was a cat at one point… Oh! And he did this cool thing where every part of by body was super sensitive, but I couldn’t cum until he told me! It was amazing! I didn’t know I could feel that much pleasure!”

“Oh, yeah, I love that one!” Hilda said eagerly. Being the seasoned pro that she was, she had experienced everything Dorothea mentioned first-hand, and more! “Did he do the sensation-delay thing?”

 

“No, what’s that?” Dorothea asked.

“Ooooh, then I won’t spoil it!” Hilda said, excitedly clapping her hands together. “But ask him about it the next time you go!”

 

“Maybe you’d want to… go together?” Dorothea asked suggestively.

“Mmmm, yeah, okay,” Hilda said, giving her a sultry look, before suddenly remembering why she had called her here. “Oh, yeah, that reminds me!”

 

And with that, Hilda launched into her whole grand plan of getting all the girls Adrian had hypnotized together for one big session.

“Hmm, interesting,” Dorothea said as Hilda finished. “Getting everyone together? Do you even know who all the girls are? I know Adrian likes to keep that stuff private.”

“Well, I guess I don’t know,” Hilda admitted. “But I’m pretty sure it’s the two of us, Marianne, Leonie, Constance, Hapi, and Professor Byleth.”

“What? The professor?” Dorothea asked in disbelief.

“Yeah, I know!” Hilda giggled. “Anyway, that would make 7 of us in total, assuming everyone says yes. I can ask everyone, of course, since it was my idea. But if I can get enough people to say yes, would that be something you’re interested in?”

“Hilda, I’d be interested if it were just the two of us,” Dorothea said with a cocked eyebrow. “But I won’t lie… That does sound awesome…”

It was well known that Dorothea swung both ways. She couldn’t imagine she’d get lucky enough to everyone to say yes, but the opportunity to see even a few people on that list mindless and naked… and to be mindless and naked right along side them? How could she pass it up?

“Okay, yay!” Hilda said excitedly. “I’ll ask Mast- I mean, Adrian if he’s willing to do it when I see him tomorrow!”

Hilda blushed slightly at her freudian slip, but Dorothea placed a comforting hand on her knee and giggled.

“How about we ask Master together?” She said with a smile.

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And so, the following evening Hilda and Dorothea went to Adrian together to propose their idea.

“A session with all of you?” Adrian said, stroking his chin as he thought about it. “I’ve never done it with a group that big before, but I suppose it wouldn’t be too different from a regular group of two…”

Hilda had always gotten along great with Adrian, though their relationship had definitely taken a turn once he started hypnotizing her. “Friends with benefits” was perhaps the best way to describe it. Her benefit was getting to be a mindless little slut in a safe space every week, and his benefit was, well, getting to be in control of a mindless little slut every week. However, the nature of that relationship aside, in Hilda’s opinion Adrian was objectively a smokeshow. He quite tall and surprisingly well built for a mage with silky black hair that just reached his shoulders and striking blue eyes. Hilda couldn’t be sure if his appearance played a role in the number of girls looking to be hypnotized and controlled by him, but she had trouble imagining that it didn’t.

“I’m sure you could do it,” Hilda encouraged. “You’re the best hypnotist I know!”

“Do you know any other hypnotists?” Dorothea asked with a slight chuckle.

“That doesn’t matter!” Hilda cut in, not losing sight on her goal. “Come on, think of how fun it would be to have 7 beautiful women under your control at the same time! It could be like our own secret little house!”

“Our own house?” Adrian said with a slight smile. “And what would we be called?”

 

“The Mindless Bitches?” Hilda suggested.

This got a genuine laugh out of Dorothea. However, as much as she enjoyed the idea, she had to object. “I don’t know, Hilda, don’t you think that might scare some people off? Do you really think Marianne is going to go for something called ‘The Bitches’? What about… the Mindless Kittens instead?”

“Ooh yeah, much cuter!” Hilda said, before she and Dorothea turned to face Adrian in unison. “So, what do you say, Master?”

“Alright, I think I can do it,” Adrian said. “Just so long as everyone is comfortable with it, of course!”

“Yes, yes, of course,” Hilda said, her stomach fluttering a bit. Her dream may actually become a reality!

“And while we’re here,” Dorothea said in a sultry voice that she no doubt picked up in her time as a showgirl that sent a shiver down Hilda’s spine, “Perhaps you’d like to do a little practice run?”

“Yes,” Adrian said, considering the two girls before him. “I think that would be helpful for all of us.”

And for the next two hours, Adrian used his magic to once again reduce Hilda and Dorothea to a pair of mindless, naked, submissive playthings. And they all loved every minute of it.

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The next morning, Hilda had a newfound pep in her step and a new purpose in her mind. Dorothea and Adrian were already on board. That just left five more to convince. The first people she sought out were Hapi and Constance down in their home in Abyss. Hilda could never figure out if they were officially an item or just close friends, but she did know that they hung out a lot and she could probably knock out two birds with one stone.

“A hypnotized house?” Constance asked in her usually haughty tone. “I am afraid I must decline, Ms. Goneril. After all, I am already a noble of the glorious House Nuvelle! Yes, I did indulge Adrian and his little spell in the past, but I should hardly think that warrants me a place in his harem! I mean no disrespect to those of you who enjoyed it, of course, I merely mean that my mind is far too strong to fall victim to his spell without his complete and undivided attention!”

“That’s not what I heard,” Hapi snorted, failing to stifle a laugh. “The last time you got hypnotized, you couldn’t stop gushing to me about how wonderful it felt to be ‘broken’! Or was your mind still too scrambled to remember that, too, Coco?”

“I- that- completely beside the point!” Constance stammered, blushing bright red and Hapi fully cackled beside her. Of course, the reason Constance was so embarrassed was that Hapi was absolutely right. When Constance had first visited Adrian, she had done so on a dare from Hapi. She had challenged Adrain to try and break her with hypnosis, fully expecting to win, of course. And yes, she did put up a fight, but ended up even more mindless than the rest, and even worse, had loved every second of it. Despite her boastful, bordering on egotistical exterior, deep down she was perhaps even more submissive than Hilda. And that was saying something!

“Hey, you don’t have to be embarrassed, Constance,” Hilda said reassuringly, motioning for Hapi to stop laughing. Embarrassing Constance was certainly not going to help her cause. “Believe me, I get it, I’m a noble too. But nobody else has to know about it. It’ll be out little secret!”

“Yes, but even still, as the last representative of House Nuvelle, I can hardly be seen as subservient to anyone, even by the few others in the room,” Constance argued, regaining some of her composure. “Even if it does sound… enjoyable.”

“But isn’t that what’s so great about hypnosis?” Hilda asked. “Everyone who’s there will be there because they know how wonderful it feels to be subservient! They know it has nothing to do with your ability to lead or anything like that! Think of it as an opportunity to cut loose and relax in a safe space, and experience a shitload of pleasure while you’re at it!”

Hilda knew Adrian probably wouldn’t her to want to push anyone who wasn’t comfortable and just take the first ‘no’ as an answer, but she could tell she was close, and couldn’t resist the urge to see what a ‘broken’ Constance looked like.

“Come on, Coco, it’ll be fun!” Hapi said. “And, you know, I’ll only go if you go, and I really want to go, so if you say no it’ll put a real damper on our friendship. Your call, though.”

Hilda was VERY sure that Adrian wouldn’t approved of guilt trips as a tactic, but she wasn’t about to lose out on both of them, so she just kept her mouth shut.

“Ugh, very well, Hapi!” Constance finally relented. “If it means that much to you, then of course I will go to support a friend.”

“Awesome!” Hilda said, before lowering her voice to a whisper. “Then, welcome to the Mindless Kitten house!”

 

“Mindless Kittens?” Hapi said. “That doesn’t sound cool. Is it too late to change the name?”

“Well, I wanted the Mindless Bitches, but, you know,” Hilda said with a shrug.

Hapi laughed, but Constance remained uncharacteristically quiet as her face flushed a deep red. Apparently, being a part of the ‘Mindless Bitches’ had stirred something deep within her, and she was suddenly looking forward to this more than she cared to admit.

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Next on her list was Leonie. This one would be challenging, Hilda knew, because strictly speaking she wasn’t supposed to know that Leonie had gone to see Adrian. He liked to keep certain things private for girls who might be embarrassed by the whole thing. Of course, it had been Hilda who recommended that Leonie go in the first place, and the only reason Hilda knew she had taken her up on the offer was from an off-hand comment from a merchant in the market who accidentally revealed that Leonie had purchased a collar from him. And judging by the fact that Leonie had no pets, Hilda was fairly certain she knew what it was for. Not that she was judging, of course! The only reason she had been talking to the merchant at all was because she was buying a collar for herself!

All the same, she needed to think of a clean way to ask Leonie to join without making her feel uncomfortable that her secret was out. Thankfully, talking people into doing things was one of Hilda’s specialities! And so, after class that day she casually asked her to come back to her room to study so she could work her magic.

“Hey, do you remember a couple weeks ago when I was telling you about Adrian’s little hypnosis spell?” Hilda asked casually after a few minutes of innocent conversation.

“Oh, uh, yeah, I think so,” Leonie said, trying to make it sound like she only vaguely remembered. “To make you less lazy and stuff?”

“Yeah, exactly!” Hilda said.

“Well, I gotta say, it really worked,” Leonie admitted. “I don’t think you’ve missed a single chore since then!”

“I know, right?” Hilda said. “Magic is pretty crazy! Anyway, I’ve been going back pretty regularly since then.”

“Oh?” Leonie asked. “For more behavioral stuff?”

“Well, not exactly,” Hilda admitted. “It’s just… well, I think it’s SUPER hot, you know?”

Hilda hoped that opening up about her own experiences would encourage Leonie to be a bit more open herself. But judging by her beat red face of embarrassment, that didn’t seem to be the case.

“Is that so?” Leonie asked, somewhat shrilly.

“Oh yeah!” Hilda continued, pretending not to notice how strange Leonie was acting. “Something about being totally at the mercy of someone else, of being owned, it really gets me going. We’ve been doing some crazy stuff lately!”

“Like what?” Leonie asked automatically, before quickly backing off. “Uh, I mean, not that I’m curious or anything, if you want to keep that stuff private and all!”

Hilda smiled to herself. She and Leonie were good friends, but didn’t really have the sort of relationship where they would talk openly about this kind of stuff. But it was never too late to change that, right?

“All sorts of stuff! I’ve been his maid, his personal stripper, I even got a collar and got to be his little pet for a while!”

“Oh, wow,” was all Leonie could manage to say. Somehow, her face had gotten even redder.

Hilda let out a sigh. Well, it was clear the only thing this subtlety was accomplishing was turning Leonie’s face closer and closer to a tomato. And she was getting impatient.

“Though, you’d probably know a thing or two about that, wouldn’t you?” Hilda said with a mischievous smile.

“I- what? About what? I don’t know what you mean.” Leonie stammered.

“Oh, you don’t have to play dumb with me!” Hilda said brightly. “I overheard one of the merchants saying you had bought yourself a collar, and I’m pretty sure it wasn’t for any of the stray dogs!”

“Oh, no, that wasn’t-” Leonie started to say, looking very flustered, but Hilda placed a comforting hand on her knee.

“Hey girl, it’s okay, I’m the LAST person to judge you on something like that!” Hilda assured her. “Trust me, I know. It’s awesome!”

“I… yeah.” Leonie finally admitted, not meeting her eyes.

“So… how many times have you gone?” Hilda asked, now abandoning all pretense and shoving her homework aside to look at Leonie.

“Just the one,” Leonie said. It seemed she still felt quite awkward talking about it.

“Have you ever thought about going back?” Hilda asked, and before Leonie could answer said “And don’t you even think about downplaying it to try to seem cool! I was honest with you, I love being a mindless little fuckpuppet!”

“I… ugh, alright, fine,” Leonie finally sighed, lowering her voice to not be overheard by anyone in the rooms next door. “But you have to promise not to tell anyone, alright?”

“Promise!” Hilda said, offering her pinky to lock it in. Of course, if Hilda’s plan was successful, at least a few more people were sure to know.

“Alright, yes, I loved it!” Leonie said with a bit of a sheepish smile. “He did this thing where I slowly turned into a pet and he walked me around on a leash for a while.”

“Oooh, yeah, I love when he makes the transformations slow!” Hilda said, recalling all her own experiences. “It really messes with your head, how you slowly start to rationalize it!”

“Yeah, exactly!” Leonie said, glad to finally have someone that understands. “It was great to not have to think for a while.”

“I know, right? And did you, you know…” Hilda raised her eyebrow a few times suggestively.

“We didn’t do anything together, if that’s what you mean,” Leonie said. “But I did, well, you know…”

“Cum your brains out?” Hilda finished.

Leonie couldn’t help but laugh at Hilda’s bluntness. “Yeah, that!”

“Was it just the one time?” Hilda asked, sensing her opening.

“Yeah, just the one,” Leonie said. “I’ve been thinking about going back, but, you know, I’ve just been so busy, and I don’t want to bother Adrian too much.”

“Well,” Hilda said, trying to conceal the fact that she was finally getting to the question she’d been hoping to ask all along. “If you’re interested, me and some of the other girls he’s worked with are organizing a big group session where he hypnotizes us all together, you’re more than welcome to join!”

“Other girls?” Leonie asked.

“Right now it’s me, Dorothea, Hapi, and Constance," Hilda excitedly explained. “Not sure what exactly we’ll do yet, but I guess that’s kind of the whole point of hypnosis, right? And whatever it is, I bet it’s going to be super hot! So, you in?”

“Uh, I don’t know, Hilda,” Leonie said. “It was great when it was just me, but with other people around… And besides, I’m not into girls like that, so I’m not sure I’d get as much out of it.”

“Oh, I’m not either!” Hilda said.

“You’re not?” Leonie asked.

“Nope! I’d never want to be in a real relationship with a girl or anything,” Hilda said. “But when you’re hypnotized like that, I think anything can be hot, you know? And none of that stuff really matters anymore. If he orders you to fondle some tits and feel good about it, it just does!”

“Really?” Leonie asked. “Have you… done it before?”

“Oh yeah!” Hilda said. “Dorothea and I have gone together twice now! If I’m not in a trance, I’m straight as an arrow. But get me in a trance, and I can go down on a girl with the best of ‘em!”

“Well, if you say so…” Leonie said, now sounding genuinely interested. “I suppose I have been looking for a good time to go back. And if he’s already doing it with a bunch of other people, I wouldn’t really be putting him out…”

“Exactly!” Hilda said. “So, are you in?”

“You know what, sure, what the hell,” Leonie finally said after some deliberation. “Might as well see what it’s all about!”

“That’s the spirit!” Hilda said. “Then, Welcome to the Mindless Kittens! Dorothea’s idea, not mine.”

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Hilda was beyond pleased with her success rate so far, but she feared that 5 was all she was going to get. Her next two targets were a longshot, she knew, but she figured she may as well try.

Marianne was the shyest person in class, probably even the whole school, and it wasn’t even close. The odds of her agreeing to go to any group activity, let alone one of such a sexually charged nature, were slim to none. However, she was also fairly certain that Marianne had a massive crush on her and was just too shy to say anything. Maybe that was just the opening she needed. And so, she invited Marianne over to her place to study to once again set her trap.

In what was becoming a familiar song and dance, she started off with innocent conversation to try and lower her defenses. However, with someone as quiet as Marianne, even this proved challenging. But eventually, she managed to steer the conversation in the direction of hypnosis.

“Hey, by the way, did you ever go and visit Adrian?” Hilda asked. Not long after Hilda first went, she had suggested that Marianne try it out as a form of therapy of sorts.

“Oh, um, yes. I did.” Marianne admitted softly.

“Yeah? And how’d it go?” Hilda asked gently. She figured that with Marianne, an earnest, comforting approach would probably work best.

“Good, I think,” Marianne said, but didn’t elaborate anymore.

With answers as short as this, this was going to be harder than she thought. But Hilda soldiered on.

“Yeah, I think it’s pretty cool,” Hilda said. “It certainly helped me a lot!”

“Yes, me too,” Marianne said. Hilda noticed that her eyes were fixed firmly to her homework.

In any other case, Hilda may have taken this aversion as a sign that her hypnosis experience was as erotic as Hilda’s, and she was just too embarrassed to talk about it. But then again, someone as shy as Marianne was too embarrassed to talk about most things. It was possible Adrian just gave her some positive affirmations and moved on.

In any case, there was nothing else to be done about it. All Hilda could do was shoot her shot, probably receive a no, and cut her losses.

“Hey, me and a couple of the other girls who have been hypnotized are planning a little group session,” Hilda explained honestly. “You know, to have some fun being hypnotized all together. If you want to come, you’re more than welcome!”

“A… group?” Marianne asked, her voice somehow even smaller.

“Yep! No pressure, of course,” Hilda assured her. While she may have been willing to add a little extra peer pressure for Constance and Leonie, she didn’t feel good manipulating Marianne like that. “Though I do want to warn you, it’s probably going to be a bit, well, you know… intimate, if that makes you uncomfortable.”

“Oh,” was all Marianne could say, before letting a long and awkward silence permeate the room.

The truth was, Marianne desperately wanted to say yes, but was also deeply terrified at the prospect. She hated big group events, and the thought of embarrassing herself in front of a bunch of other girls was more than she could handle. Under any other circumstances, she would have immediately politely declined.

The problem was, Hilda was absolutely right. Marianne did have a massive crush on her. In fact, she fancied a lot of girls at school. She was just far too embarrassed to ever act on those feelings. But, if they were all hypnotized together…

Marianne let the fantasy grow in her mind. Her own experience being hypnotized by Adrian had been far more intimate than Hilda suspected. The thought of getting to see a bunch of her classmates all mindless and naked together… And, of course, if she was also hypnotized, and simply acting on the commands that Adrian gave… then it wouldn’t really be all that embarrassing, would it? If she was commanded to touch someone, to kiss Hilda… she would just be following orders like the rest of them. And if she was bad at it, well, it’s not like any of them would remember it clearly.

And for perhaps the first time in her life, Marianne experienced an emotion more powerful than her embarrassment.

“Okay, I’ll come,” she said, in a voice barely above a whisper.

“Okay, that’s fine, don’t worry about- wait, you will?” Hilda had been all but ready to admit defeat, but was delighted to be wrong and quickly continued before Marianne had a chance to change her mind. “That’s great, Mari! It’s going to be so much fun, trust me!”

Marianne didn’t sleep much that night as a swarm of emotions flooded her head. Impressed by her own bravery, fear that she had made a dreadful mistake. And most of all, a deep seated excitement that went right to her core.

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The final person on Hilda’s list was the biggest long shot, she knew. But she had come this far, so she may as well finish the job. After all, the prospect of getting her very own Professor Byleth to join them was too great to pass up. And so, one day after class, Hilda stayed late to pop the question.

“Hi, Professor, could I ask you about something?” Hilda said. And for the first time since this whole idea began, she felt genuinely nervous.

“Yes, Ms. Gonerill?” Byleth asked in her usual stoic demeanor.

“So, you know that Adrian and I are… experimenting with a new type of spell, right?” Of course, Hilda knew that Byleth knew all about it, but it still felt right to ask.

“Yes, I am aware,” Byleth said, without a hint of emotion on her face. “I have seen the result of it first hand, if I recall.”

“Ah, right…” Hilda said, blushing as she recalled the time she had visited Byleth, deep in a trance, while wearing a skimpy maid costume. “Sorry about that…”

Byleth merely waved away the apology, before patiently waiting for Hilda to continue.

“Uh, yeah, anyway,” Hilda said, feeling quite awkward talking to her teacher about something like this, “Me and a few other girls were thinking of doing a group session together, and I wanted to know if you… maybe… wanted to join us?”

Hilda stood, feeling painfully awkward, for what felt like an eternity. Was she really asking her professor to join in on something like this?

“Interesting,” Byleth finally said. “Yes, I am interested to see how the experience and results might differ in a large group environment.”

“I-, oh, okay,” Hilda said, surprised at how quickly her teacher had agreed. Maybe she didn’t fully understand what Hilda was asking. “Just so you know, professor, a lot of the girls were hoping for something a bit more… intimate, and I know you’re a teacher and all, so…”

“Yes, I am aware of the sexual nature of these experiments," Byleth said bluntly, leaving Hilda’s jaw on the floor as she continued without pause. “I have taken an academic interest in the psychological benefits of hypnosis since Mr. Circie first demonstrated it, and I believe this could prove a valuable learning experience.”

“Uh, yeah, learning! That’s what it’s about.” Hilda couldn’t believe her luck. Not only had Byleth actually agreed, she had been the easiest one to convince yet! She couldn’t fathom why, but decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth.

Of course, had Hilda been a bit more insightful, she may have realized that Byleth’s eagerness to join the Mindless Kittens stemmed a bit deeper than an ‘academic curiosity’

“May I ask, how many people will be partaking?” Byleth asked, not once faltering from her business-like tone, despite having just agreed to partake in a hypno-orgy with several of her students.

“Uh, 7. 8, including Adrian,” Hilda said.

“Very well. Then please inform Mr. Circie that he may use my classroom as a meeting place. His dorm room is far too small for a group that size.”

“Oh, right, of course. Thank you, Professor!” Hilda said, still not fully believing what she was hearing. The professor was taking this seriously enough to start thinking of logistics? Hilda hadn’t even done that, yet!

Hilda returned to her room with a new pep in her step, having successfully convinced each and every girl on the list. The Mindless Kittens were now 7 strong, and even had their own meeting place!

After letting Adrian know that everyone was in, they got to work on the actual planning. He and Hilda informed everyone that they would be meeting on Friday evening in Byleth’s classroom, once all the other students were likely to be in bed or out on the town. Adrian began working with Byleth on preparations for the classroom to ensure they would not be overheard or seen, and Adrian asked everyone to give him a list of things that they were and were not comfortable with. With a group this large, it was very important that he knew everyone’s boundaries and comfort levels.

After going through the full list, he was pleased to see that everyone was quite open, and even interested, in a more erotic experience. And so, he began preparing for what was sure to be a very memorable and sexy night for everyone!

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Chapter 2: Trances, One By One

Friday evening rolled around faster than any of them could have expected. Adrian had been quite busy the past few days getting things ready. He had already stashed a large bag of toys and props that he might use in Byleth’s classroom that morning, and had worked with her to set up a series of Silence spells around the room, ensuring they could be as loud as they wanted and not overheard by anyone outside. He’d also created a list and rough outline of triggers and things to try out. Normally he liked to go with the flow, but for his first time working with a group this large he thought it would be helpful to have a bit of structure.

Adrian couldn’t help but feel a bit nervous as he made his way across the darkened campus to Byleth’s room. Or, rather, for this night, the Mindless Kitten’s room. His room. Of course, he was quite a pro at hypnosis at this point, and had worked with all these girls at least once before. But even so, the full nature of what he was about to walk into was starting to set in. 7 girls, all hypnotized by him. And all looking for the sexiest night of their lives. Well, Adrian was nothing if not determined. If that’s what they wanted, that’s what he would give them.

As Adrian approached the classroom, could see a bit of light peaking out from the curtains that Byleth had covered each window with, but nothing more. Good. The last thing he wanted was a peeping tom seeing these girls in such a private moment. As he opened the door, he was met with a low murmur and chatter that he was pleased to see couldn’t be heard outside in the slightest.

It seemed that all the girls had already arrived and were sitting at the desks normally occupied by the students during the day. Hilda and Marianne were sharing a desk in the front row. Clearly Hilda had chosen to sit next to Marianne to try and make her more comfortable. However, ‘comfortable’ might not be the correct word to describe Marianne’s mental state, sitting next to her crush with the prospect of what was to come fully sinking in.

Across the aisle from them, Adrian was a bit surprised to see Professor Byleth. Adrian had figured she would simply take her normal seat at her desk in the front of the room, but it seemed she had left it open for him. Still, there was something strange seeing his professor sitting at one of the student’s desk.

Behind Byleth were Hapi and Constance, chatting amongst themselves. Dorothea and Leonie had both opted to take a desk to themselves to spread out a bit more. As Adrian made his way to the front of the room, all the shatter seemed to quiet down as an excited anticipation filled the room. Adrian felt strangely like a true professor in this moment. Though then again, he doubted any real professor commanded their students undivided attention quite like this. He made his way to the front of the room and sat on the teacher’s desk to address them all.

“Uh, alright everyone, thanks for coming out,” Adrian said, not really sure how to start. “And thanks to Hilda for organizing this whole thing.”

Hilda beamed with pride from her seat in the front.

“So, as you all know, tonight we’re going to try a little group hypnosis. I’ve got some ground rules I want to lay out, but first, does anyone have any questions?”

Hapi’s hand shot into the air. “Yeah, is this gonna be, like, one of those boring stage shows where you make us forget our names or something, or are we gonna do some sexy stuff?”

This got a few chuckles, ranging from genuine to nervously excited. It seemed some of them didn’t quite know what they were in for.

“Based on the preferences you all gave to me before coming, it seems all of you are comfortable, or even desire a more sexual experience,” Adrian said diplomatically. “However, if at any point that changes, you will be free to step aside and not participate, even if you are in a trance. Remember, I cannot hypnotize anyone into doing something they don’t want to do, and I do not want to make anyone uncomfortable. Anything else.”

“Uh, yeah,” Leonie asked. “There’s no chance that anyone will see or hear us in here, right? I know it’s late and all, but…”

“Don’t worry, the professor and I have taken the necessary precautions,” Adrian assured her. “The room has been warded so that no sound can escape, the windows are covered, and the door is locked. You can be as loud and free as you want.”

“Ooh, good! Because I’m a moaner!” Hilda exclaimed. Hilda was never known as a shy girl by any means, but it seemed the knowledge that they would all soon be hypnotized together had removed any ounce of shame. Marianne was blushing furiously next to her, but didn’t say a word.

After not receiving any more questions, Adrian spent the next several minutes establishing the ground rules, safe words, and systems to let him know if they were uncomfortable. They all seemed pretty gung-ho about it, but with this many people it never hurt to play it safe. But once he was confident that everyone had the same intentions for tonight, it was time to begin.

Hilda shifted excitedly in her chair. She could feel herself becoming wet at the prospect of what was to come. Getting to be just one of seven hypnotized slaves for a whole night? What could be better? She was also feeling quite proud of herself for having organized such a thing. She knew she wasn’t in a trance yet, but she still felt she did her master proud bringing him so many new girls for his house!

Byleth maintained her stoic exterior, but was far more excited on the inside than she let on. True, one may consider participating in such an event with her students to be unprofessional, but she liked to view it as a bonding experience. And even so, she did not intend to be a teacher for this night. She was just another one of the girls.

Marianne kept her eyes fixed to her desk, sure that if she made any sudden moves she would wake up from this dream. Leonie also felt a bit nervous, though more from the fact that she had no idea what to expect. Dorothea, being one of the more experienced hypnosis subjects of the group, was simply excited for all the sexual fun that was surely in store. Hapi felt far more animated than usual, as if she finally found something she was passionate about. Constance, on the other hand, felt quite conflicted. She still had no idea if she was going to try to resist and prove her mental might to those gathered here, or once again give in to the wonderful obedience. Though she feared that it might not be a decision her conscious mind got to make.

“Well then,” Adrian said, feeling immensely more confident already than when they had started. “Who would like to go first?”

Unsurprisingly, Hilda’s hand immediately shot up in the air.

“Ooh, me!” she said excitedly. “I’ll show all how a real pro gets hypnotized.”

“Very well,” Adrian chuckled to himself as he stood up from the desk and made his way over to Hilda, who was eagerly situating herself in her seat. “Since you’re so experienced, Hilda, we’ll start off with something simple.”

“Dimitte resistentiam tuam”

Adrian uttered the magic words and, for the first time of many tonight, a puff of swirling color emerged from his hand and filled Hilda’s vision. Having hypnotized Hilda so many times this way before, Adrian knew it wouldn’t take long, and he was not disappointed. Not a second later, without a single word of induction from him, Hilda’s eyes went completely vacant and her mouth hung open slightly. Every single thought vanished form her mind in an instant, replaced by a blissful vacancy and the myriad of mantras that Adrian had given her over the past few weeks. Adrian noticed out of the corner of his eye that Marianne was watching, completely awestruck.

“Good girl,” Adrian praised, and Hilda smiled vaguely and shuddered with pleasure.

“Oh, wow, that quick, Hilda?” Hapi teased goodnaturedly from the other side of the room. “I knew you liked this stuff, but he’s really got your mind on a string!”

Hilda, of course, did not respond, blissfully unaware of her new housemates chuckling at how quickly she had given herself up. Though had she been aware, she may have smugly commented about how they would soon be joining her.

Knowing from their past experiences that Hilda was already sufficiently deep, and likely bringing herself deeper by the second, Adrian turned his attention to Marianne, sitting one seat over.

“Do you want to go next?” Adrian asked gently.

“Um, actually,” Marianne said softly, hoping that only he would hear, “Can you do me last?”

Adrian quietly assumed this had something to do with her being self-conscious about other people watching her be hypnotized. And he was half right. She did figure that if she went last, everybody else would be too mindless to see her have to go, in case something went wrong. But at the same time, seeing all the life and will leave Hilda’s eyes in an instant had stirred something in Marianne. She didn’t want to be mindless and unaware while everyone else got hypnotized. She wanted to watch.

But her reason didn’t really matter to Adrian. He simply turned to address the rest of the group to ask “Okay then, who wants to go next?”

“Coco does!” Hapi quickly interjected.

Constance elbowed her friend in the side for volunteering her, and the two began to quietly squabble.

“Now now,” Adrian interjected calmly, but forcefully. “Constance doesn’t have to go if she doesn’t want to.”

“No, no, that is quite alright,” Constance said haughtily. “I shall go next, if only to prove to Hapi and the rest gathered here that the mind of a Nuvelle is not so easily dominated as Hilda!”

Adrian smirked to himself. Constance had been just as combative the last time he had hypnotized her. But having broken her walls down once before, Adrian was confident he could make short work of them again.

“Okay, then,” Adrian said, humoring her as he strode over to stand in front of her. The rest of the girls turned to watch, save for Hilda, who stared blankly ahead. “Let’s see if you remember this little trick. Muta oculos meos et mihi cede.”

Adrian uttered a new set of magic words that were unfamiliar to most of the girls here, but that Constance remembered all too well. Rather than conjuring a cloud of swirling colors to disorient her brain, Adrian’s blue eyes shifted to deep, swirling spirals of starlight that seemed to draw Constance’s mind deeper and deeper in.

“Oh, I remember it quite well,” Constance boasted. “But I fear a Nuvelle never falls for the same trick twice!”

“Come on, Constance, don’t fight it,” Adrian urged her warmly. “You don’t want to keep everyone else waiting, do you?”

“I most certainly do!” Constance boasted. “I do not intend to make this easy for you simply because you have other ladies to attend to! Quite the contrary, in fact. I cannot allow myself to go down so easily when I have an audience to impress! Or, have you forgotten how much of a fight I put up?”

But Adrian simply smiled, unbothered by her boastful words. For of course, she may not have realized it, but Constance had been completely unable to take her eyes off of Adrian’s deep swirls.

“Or is it you who has forgotten,” Adrian said calmly, “Just how wonderful it felt to be broken? Mindless. Obedient.”

He emphasized each word as he spoke, and Constance couldn’t help but shudder and sigh as those words stirred memories inside her. With just one simple sentence, some reminder of her spectacular, blissful defeat, her mind emptied out. She had been broken in their last encounter. And while she bad been allowed to regain her usual vigor when they were done, it seemed her mind had not been as repaired as she thought. Though she did manage to last a bit longer than Hilda, the great mind of House Nuvelle still put up a pitiful showing. Or then again, in the eyes of many of the girls gathered here, the speed at which she was able to fully let go was actually quite impressive.

“Mindless. Obedient. Broken.” Constance repeated, all the life and passion vanishing from her voice as she leaned in closer to Adrian’s spiraling eyes.

Hapi chuckled a bit beside her. “Yeah, there’s who I wanted to see. A mindless bitch!”

“Mindless bitch…” Constance repeated, causing Hapi to cackle beside her with glee.

“Perhaps you’d like to go next then, Hapi?” Adrian asked, feeling more than a bit impressed with himself at how quickly he got the first two down.

“Yeah, alright!” Hapi said, sounding way more excited than she ever did about, well, anything else really.

Despite her eagerness, Adrian knew Hapi would not be as quick as the other two. Hilda had been hypnotized so many times, and as such required very little effort to go under. And while he had only worked with Constance once before, the nature of her request meant he had to dismantle her defences quite substantially. However, his one time hypnotizing Hapi had been fairly standard, and it had been quite some time since then. It would require a bit more effort to guide her down deep enough.

And so, with another cast Adrian subtly shifted his spell. The illusory spirals in his eyes emerged and took the single, solid form of a black and white spiral that now hovered right in front of Hapi’s face.

“Okay, Hapi, all I need you to do is watch the spiral…” Adrian said calmly. “Give all your attention over to it. All your worries. All your thoughts. While you’re here in this room, among friends, you do not need them.”

Adrian hopes that message got through to the others in the room as well. Hapi relaxed in her seat and stared deep into the spiral in front of her, feeling its power slowly grow.

“That’s it, feeling so relaxed and calm,” Adrian continued. “Remembering how wonderful it feels to be hypnotized, thinking only about how you want to be hypnotized again. Feel your eyelids grow heavy, your mind grow light as everything else fades away…”

As Hapi continued to stare deep into the spiral, the rest of the world seemed to disappear. She found herself forgetting that she was in a room with half a dozen other people. She forgot that, mere moments ago, she had been teasing the mindless blonde next to her for exactly this reason. None of it mattered anymore.

Adrian continued to guide Hapi down deeper and deeper into a trance, taking the extra time to ensure she was properly entranced. With this many people, he needed to make sure he had a proper hold on everyone. So he continued to drill the idea of mindlessness, of blissful obedience, into her head, until he heard her let out a breathy “Fuck…”, which he knew from previous experience was her version of a sigh of pleasure.

“Very good, Hapi,” Adrian praised when he was satisfied. “Now join Hilda and Constance in this deep trance while I tend to the others.”

Hapi vaguely nodded her head as Adrian moved one row back to Dorothea, who looked eager to join the others.

“You know, I’ve actually been practicing this spell a bit myself,” Dorothea admitted as Adrian approached.

“Have you now?” Adrian said, getting and interesting idea. “Then, perhaps you’d like to give us all a demonstration?”

“Demonstration?” Dorothea asked.

“Perhaps you could try hypnotizing yourself, this time,” Adrian clarified.

“Would that even work?” Dorothea asked, sounding both dubious and excited at the prospect.

Adrian genuinely had no idea, but couldn’t think of a reason why it wouldn’t. After all, the spell was only an illusion, it shouldn’t matter who cast it. “Give it a try.”

“Um, okay…” Dorothea said, clearly not expecting this turn of events. The three girls who were not already hypnotized watched as Dorothea raised a hand in front of her own face and muttered the magic words. “Dimitte resistentiam tuam”

Dorothea watched the spell burst forth from her own hand, filling her vision with swirling colors. She knew how the spell worked, in theory. She had to try and lose herself in the irregular patterns and shapes before her. But she was finding it quite difficult to do so while also focusing on keeping the spell up.

“Very good, Dorothea,” Adrian said, allowing her to hold the spell while taking control with his voice. “You know what to do next. Stare into the spell. Try and focus on it, even if you know it’s impossible. Lose yourself in the shapes and patterns of your own making. Drain your own mind.”

As Dorothea thought more about the prospect of rendering herself mindless, she felt a deep heat start to pool in her core. In her hypnosis expeditions with Hilda, Dorothea found she had just much fun taking control as she did surrendering it. And right now, she was doing both. She was fully dominating her own mind, fully in control, while at the same time surrendering all her power. There was something exciting about letting someone else take control of your mind. There was something even hotter about draining yourself of all thoughts and will, leaving yourself an empty husk for the first person who came along to control.

As Dorothea started deeper and deeper into her own spell, she started to feel incredibly, shamelessly horny. A powerful lust swept through her and seemed to force every other thought out of her mind. Adrian continued to speak to her, guiding her deeper and deeper, and while she was too horny to process his words, she understood the intent as she fell deeper and deeper into a trance. And all the while, her subconscious somehow managed to maintain the spell. After all, it felt so good to be mindless. She loved the spell, and didn’t want it to go away.

Adrian was rather impressed with how effectively that had worked, and how Dorothea was managing to maintain her spell while still in a trance. So, he decided to allow her to keep it up, to allow her to drag herself deeper and deeper into its power while he moved on to Leonie.

Having just watched four of her peers go under in relatively rapid succession, Leonie found herself equal parts nervous and eager to join them. Up until a few days ago, she had planned to take her love of hypnosis and her pet fantasy to her grave. She had no idea how she let Hilda talk her into this. But she was glad she did.

“So, do you have a particular way you’d like to go under?” Adrian asked her, realizing he had used a slightly different method on each girl thus far and wanting to keep the trend going.

“Well, uh, yeah, about that,” Leonie stammered, glancing around nervously. She most certainly did have something in mind. And, realizing most of the people in the room were currently mindless drones staring blankly ahead, she figured, what the hell? The whole point of tonight was to indulge, right? So, she rummaged around in her bag and pulled out her simple leash and collar.

Adrian simply smiled, not an ounce of judgement in his eyes. He was familiar with Leonie’s fantasies already, after all. So, he allowed her to fix the collar around her own neck, just snug enough to not be uncomfortable, and took the other end of the leash.

“Dimitte resistentiam tuam” Adrian once again uttered the magic words as his spell enveloped Leonie’s vision. “That’s it, Leonie. Stare into the cloud. You remember what to do. Remember how good it feels to be hypnotized. Remember how good it feels to be a pet. You want to return to that state so bad. Let the pet inside you out, let it take control of you.”

Leonie’s muscles began to relax to the sound of Adrian’s soothing voice. It did feel so good…

“You’re going to find,” Adrian continued in an even tone, “that every time I tug on your leash, you’re going to instantly drop deeper and deeper into a trance. Become more and more mindless and obedient. More and more open to my suggestions.”

Adrian gave the leash a slight tug, and instantly Leonie felt butterflies fill her stomach, like going down a hill on a rollercoaster. Parts of her consciousness seemed to vanish in an instant. She could remember where she was, and why she had come. But not much beyond that.

“Good girl,” Adrian praised, able to judge from her body language that it was working. “With each tug you will fall further into the spell, lose yourself to it. Give yourself over to it.”

Adrian tugged the leash again, and more of Leonie’s mind was snapped away in an instant. The rest of the world seemed to vanish. All she knew was the spell before her, the soothing voice guiding her, and the wonderful pressure around her neck. Who was she again?

“Good girl,” Adrian praised again. “Feeling so empty, so obedient, so open to all the fun experiences you’ll have tonight.”

With one final tug, the rest of Leonie’s mind vanished. And suddenly, she remembered exactly who she was. She was the voice’s little pet. And she was ready to do whatever she was told.

“Very good,” Adrian gently put the leash down. “Now allow yourself to sink deeper and deeper while I finish.”

That left only two more. And since Marianne had requested to go last, Adrian made his way back to the front of the room where Byleth sat. It was still strange, seeing his teacher in a students desk. But he figured it was about to get a whole lot stranger. As per usual, Byleth’s face showed no hint of any emotion.

“I am impressed by your talent,” Byleth said as he approached. “Permitting you to continue to practice seems to have been a wise decision.”

“Thank you, Professor,” Adrian said, but Byleth quickly raised her hand to stop him.

“Please, no need for formal titles,” Byleth corrected him. “You are the one leading this little gathering. I am merely here to participate. Besides, I imagine I will soon be the one addressing you formally.”

“Uh, right, sorry prof- I mean, Byleth,” Adrian said. It was incredible how stoic his teacher could remain, even when talking about how she was about to debase herself in front of him. Could she feel anything? “Do you have any questions before we begin?”

“Yes, actually,” Byleth said. “I have been doing some research on hypnotism since our previous encounter, and have noticed a strange prevalence of pocket watches as a mode of entrancement. I have not observed you using such a tactic. Is this merely a fabrication, or a genuine technique?”

“Perhaps we can find out together,” Adrian said with a slight smile, knowing Byleth’s proclivities for practical experiments. He waved his fingers and conjured another illusion, this time of a gleaming gold pocket watch dangling on a long string.

“Go ahead and follow the watch with your eyes,” Adrian instructed as he swung the illusory watch back and forth in front of her. “Keep your eyes fixed on it as it swings back and forth.”

Byleth did just that, allowing her eyes to track the watch’s movements while her head remained perfectly still. Of course, she knew it was not a real watch. Even so, as she followed it with her eyes, she couldn’t help but notice how strange it was. The numbers seemed to shift and move in irregular ways. The hands did not move at a set rate, they swirled and undulated like long beads of water. And the face behind it did not seem to be solid, it looked like a hole to some endless white void beyond.

“That’s it, back and forth,” Adrian encouraged as he watched his professor’s dark blue eyes sway side to side. “Back and forth. Just follow the watch. Don’t think about anything else. Don’t worry about anything outside this room. Anything other than the watch. Back and forth. Back and forth.”

Byleth had a reputation for being incredibly stoic, bordering on emotionless. It was not necessarily a reputation she had sought out, she simply never had an expressive face. But it was one she was happy to keep. It made things much simpler, especially as a teacher, when everyone was slightly intimidated by you. That is why she had insisted that her interest in hypnosis was purely academic. However, that was a lie. Byleth’s first experience being hypnotized by Adrian had been a powerfully sexual one. Someone as strong willed as Byleth had a lot of sexual energy and stamina, and very few outlets to properly let it all out. But Adian had managed to completely wear her out. And it was something she yearned to experience again.

And so, as she let her eyes follow the watch back and forth, back and forth, she allowed her mind to fade away. She let all the walls and stony facade that she usually kept to crumble down, and the blissful trance to take her again.

Adrian normally found it impossible to read Byleth. But this time, he could see her shoulders fall and her face relax. For the first time, she looked less like a hardened statue, and more like a person.

“That’s it,” Adrian encouraged. “Keep your eyes on the watch. Back and forth. Feel yourself falling deeper and deeper into a trance. Back and forth. Feeling so open. So mindless. So obedient. Back and forth. Back and forth.”

Adrian had to admit, he didn’t think the watch would work this well. He thought it was just some cheesy cliche from stories. But perhaps when you had participants as willing as these, it didn’t take much. Before long, he once again had the legendary Ashen Demon under his trance. Only one more to go.

Adrian made his way over to Marianne, who had watched in awe as one by one, all the others went under. She wasn’t able to stop herself from blushing profusely, and was very glad for the long dress she had worn, for it meant nobody could see how wet she was.

Marianne had fancied girls for a long time, but never had the courage to act on those feelings. And she figured she never would. She would spend her whole life dreaming of something she would never get. And yet here she was, in a room with six other beautiful girls, who she watched drop into a mindless trance one by one. Hilda, whom she had pined over since their first day at the academy, the most beautiful and bubbly girl in school. Constance, whose boastful and lively personality made her just as attractive as her beautiful face and body. Hapi, with her stunning red hair and smooth, dark skin. The promiscuous songstress Dorothea, Leonie, whom she never dreamed would even be in the cards. Even her busty professor, whom Marianne had spent countless days staring at from the back of the room. All of them completely hypnotized and mindless, and of their own volition. They had all come here for a night of sex and pleasure and obedience. And Hilda had invited her to join them. Marianne was impressed with her own imagination. She didn’t know she could dream up something this hot.

“Are you ready?” Adrian asked gently and softly. “It’s okay if you’re not. You can take your time, or back out any time. No pressure.”

“No,” Marianne said softly, looking up to meet his gaze. “I want to. I’m ready.”

“Okay then, let’s begin,” Adrian said with a comforting smile. And for the final time, uttered the magic words.

It didn’t take long to bring Marianne down into a trance. Like the others, her past experience and eagerness made it much simpler than the first time. Marianne starred deep into the mess of colors and symbols around her, and allowed Adrian’s voice to wash over her, sweeping all her worries away. And for someone like Marianne, that was saying a lot. But she knew that tonight, she wouldn’t have to worry. She wouldn’t have to be embarrassed. Just like the rest, she just needed to listen. She had no idea what was in store for them. She only hoped she could remember it.

Once Adrian finished guiding Marianne into a trance, he made his way back to the front of the room. He had to admit, he was impressed. He figured hypnotizing all of them would have taken much longer. But he was making great time. Which left even more room for the fun stuff.

He gazed around the room at all the girls. His own little house, as Hilda had put it. The Mindless Kittens in their true form. Hilda’s eyes were barely open and she was beginning to drool slightly, having been under the longest. Constance and Hapi sat dead-eyed and motionless together. Dorothea still held the spell in front of her face, draining herself more and more this whole time. Leonie still wore the black collar around her neck, the leash on the table begging to be tugged. Byleth’s face looked soft, with a healthy flush that she so rarely had. And Marianne sat among them, for one not slinking to the back to try to fade into the background. They all sat patiently, waiting for his first command.

Now, it was time for the fun to begin.

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Adrian stood before the room of seven entranced girls. He was reasonably confident that they were all deep enough, but then again, in such a chaotic group environment there was always a risk of someone coming out of a trance at an inopportune time. So, he decided it would be best to take them all even deeper as a group before laying down the rules.

“Okay, everyone, I want you to relax and listen to my voice,” Adrian said, loud enough so that everyone could hear him while still remaining calm. “I want you all to take a deep breath and let yourself sink deeper and deeper into the trance.”

He listened constantly as everyone took a deep breath in unison.

“Now, in your minds eye, I want you all to imagine that you are on a boat together, gently floating down a river,” Adrian said calmly. “Feel the way it gently bobs up and down, rocking you to sleep. Notice all your friends around you, feeling just as relaxed as you are…”

And at his words, a slightly different version of the same scene conjured itself in the minds of all the girls listening. Byleth imagined them all in a long canoe drifting through the sort of dense forest she knew all too well from her mercenary days. Constance saw them all lounging on a lavish yacht befitting a noble such as herself. In Hilda’s version, they were all already naked. She was ready to get into it!

“As this boat drifts along,” Adrian continued, “it enters a cave. Listen to the rippling water echo across the walls, drowning out all other sounds. As you drift further and further into the cave, away from the light, it grows dimmer and dimmer. Feel yourself drifting further into the darkness.”

Leonie could almost swear she could feel the cool air of the cave on her face, and the sounds of the water lapping against the boat. Hapi, who made her home in the dark tunnels of Abyss, welcomed the serenity of the darkness. And though Marianne’s eyes were fully open, the room itself seemed to grow darker in time with her vision.

“The further you go, the darker it gets, but you do not feel afraid,” Adrian assured them. “You find the darkness comforting, relaxing. Because you know you are not alone. You have your friends beside you. And you know that I am steering the ship. You trust that I will guide you through safely. Just relax, and allow yourself to come on this adventure with all your friends.”

Adrian noticed some of the girls’ eyes starting to droop shut, a good sign. Those that remained open were glassy and unfocused, no longer seeing the room, only the scene he was describing.

“As you drift further and further in the cave, deeper and deeper into the darkness, you will find yourself slipping deeper and deeper into the trance. Feeling so relaxed, so open to anything as you drift along. You have no idea where you are going to go next, and that’s okay. It’s exciting. The suspense, the anticipation of what is to come makes you feel so good, so tingly, so relaxed. Because you know, whatever it is, it’s going to be so much fun. You don’t have to worry. You don’t have to think. You just have to let the river carry you where it will.”

Hilda felt herself growing warm with excitement. After all, it was her love of the unknown that had sparked this whole thing. In fact, most of the girls found that they were not only willing to surrender control to the flowing river, but eager. Even Marianne, by far the most timid of the bunch, seemed to have lost her worries and inhibitions at the cave entrance. Now, she was just another body along for the ride.

“All of you are feeling so deep, so mindless and empty, like a blank book waiting to have your pages filled. So deeply entranced, deeper than you’ve ever been before. You can feel your companions sinking alongside you, dragging you down into that wonderful state of obedience and bliss. They’re all sinking deeper and deeper, why not join them? Feel the depth of their trance added to your own, compounding endlessly to bring you all deeper and deeper.”

Adrian continued to guide them, turning the group setting into an advantage as opposed to a challenge. After all, group think could be a very powerful tool.

“Now that you’re all so deeply hypnotized, so entranced and open to any suggestions, I am going to establish some universal truths of this session that you will all internalize, and take as simple, unquestionable fact,” Adrian said. Now it was time for the real meat and potatoes. “For the duration of our meeting today, you will find that whenever I say your name and snap my fingers, you will obey any command that I give you, without thinking or questioning it. If a command is directed at someone other than you, you do not need to follow it. In fact, you will not follow it.”

Adrian knew that ‘trigger confusion’ was a real risk in larger groups like this, and didn’t want any situation where Hapi ended up following a command meant for Leonie or something. He hoped this would be enough, but if it became an issue he could always add in more specifications.

“Now, this next step is very important,” Adrian continued. “If I issue a command that you do not want to follow, or you are ever feeling uncomfortable, you will always be free to excuse yourself from the group and go sit in the back corner of the room. You are free to disregard any other triggers you may have at any time, no questions asked, if you feel the need to do so. If you are ever uncomfortable or no longer want to participate, do not feel pressured to stay and continue. In fact, if you are uncomfortable and wish to leave, I am ordering you, superseding any other command or trigger, to look after yourself and excuse yourself. If someone is in the corner, the rest of you are not to try and pressure them to rejoin, or even acknowledge them. The goal is for everyone to have fun, in their own way. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” every girl said in unison, some even adding ‘Matser’ afterwards, recalling previous experiences.

“Good,” Adrian said. He knew that most of the girls here were fairly open to anything, and of course he didn't intend on pushing them too far. But he suspected there were a few who may be less adventurous than others, and wanted to give them an out.

“Now, as you have all been hypnotized before, you will know that the usual rules apply,” Adrian continued. “For the duration of the night, you are to address me as Master, as some of you have already done.”

Hilda beamed with pride in her trance at having been such a good girl for remembering the 1st rule! And on that note, she thought she knew the 2nd as well…

“Next, whenever you hear the phrase ‘Good Girl’, it will fill you with a sense of pride and pleasure,” Adrian dictated. “It will make you feel so good, so horny inside. You will crave being a good girl, and you know that good girls are submissive and obedient to their master.”

The part of Marianne’s mind that could still think clearly sent a jolt through her body. Adrian had used a version of this command with her, but used it more as a positive affirmation than a source of pleasure. He hadn’t focused much on obedience with her, because he didn’t think she would be as into that as the others. And me most certainly hadn’t suggested that obedience would make her horny. But based on how her body was reacting at the mere prospect of being called a ‘good girl’, she secretly wished that he had.

“And third, you are not to cum without my permission,” Adrian added. “By agreeing to come here, you have surrendered complete control of your mind, body, and pleasure to me. And you have done so because you know that I will be generous. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master,” all the girls said in unison.

Of course, most of the girls knew this rule already, and knew that it was far from a restriction. It was a liberation. For indeed, their Master was quite generous. Byleth found a smile creeping across her face at the prospect. You would never guess it by looking at her, but she knew how good it felt to have a master. To give up total control to another. She only hoped that her master’s generosity could match her insatiable sexual hunger.

“Good girls,” Adrian praises, and hard carrying levels of pleasurable sounds in response, ranging from a simple hum and a smile from Leonie to a full moan from Hilda, causing Marianne to blush profusely beside her.

“Now, I want you all to open your minds to receive your programming, and repeat after me,” Adrian addressed the mindless crowd before him. “I am hypnotized.”

“I am hypnotized,” the chorus of girls repeated together.

“I am mindless,” Adrian said, abandoning the sort, calm tone of the induction for a more forceful, deliberate one. He was no longer suggesting. He was telling.

“I am mindless.” The words spilled out from the girls mouths as one.

“I have no control,” Adrian told them.

“I have no control.” These commandments etched themselves in the empty halls of the girls minds, replacing the surrendered thoughts and feelings that once occupied them.

Adrian gave them more commands, and like a mindless church choir they all repeated each one in unison.

“I want to be a good girl.”

“Good girls are submissive.”

“I obey my master.”

“I love being controlled.”

“I live for pleasure.”

“I am a mindless kitten, and I belong to master.”

Adrian drilled the idea of submission and obedience into them, and listened as they all repeated each and every one back to him. But while submission was all well and good, he knew it was only part of the reason they had come.

“I am a slut,” Adrian instructed.

And, to his slight surprise, every single one repeated it back to him. Even Marianne, whom Adrian had partially expected to back out at this point, related back “I’m a slut” in her high, breathy, innocent voice without hesitation.

Of course, ‘Slut’ was the last word anyone would use to describe the sweet Marianne, who was as shy physically as she was socially. And yet, as long as everyone else was doing it, it seemed she had no problem branding herself one.

Though, as Adrian thought about it, perhaps it went a bit deeper than simply not having a problem with it. After all, he had given them all a clear opportunity to back out if things ever got too much, mainly for her benefit, as he didn’t know how Marianne would respond to the more overtly sexual parts of the session. And yet, she continued on without hesitation. He supposed you learn something new every day!

“I am horny,” Adrian continued to instill into them, and they continued to repeat back.

“I am driven by sex.”

“I live to please.”

“I am a mindless kitten. I live to obey. Submissing gives me pleasure.”

Adrian had the group repeat this last line several times like a mantra. Perhaps it could be the slogan of their house.

As these statements became truths in the minds of the girls, they found themselves growing hotter, lustful, and horny. Hapi did live for pleasure. Constance was driven by sex. Leonie loved being a mindless kitten, submitting did give Dorothea pleasure, Byleth loved obeying her master, and Hilda didn’t need anyone to remind her how good submitting felt! And Marianne wanted to be a slut.

“Good girls,” Adrian praised when they were done, and watched a wave of pleasure ripple through them. Now that they were all nice and programmed for him, it was time for the real pleasure to begin.

Chapter Text

“Okay, I want you all to listen closely, and allow my words to shape your reality,” Adrian said, ready and excited to give them their first true command of the night. “When I snap my fingers, you are all going to find that obeying commands gives you an immense sense of physical pleasure. It will make you feel so good, so horny to obey any command you are given. You will love obeying so much, and you also love watching other people obey. You love watching others indulge in their submission, and seeing their good examples of obedience will make you want to be even more obedient yourself. You will find that whenever ANYONE in the room obeys a command, not just yourself, you will ALL feel that immense, sexual pleasure. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master,” all seven girls said in unison.

“Good girls,” Adrian said. “Feel this effect taking hold of all of you in 3… 2… 1…”

Snap.

The girls did not come out of a trance, as they had not been instructed to, but Adrian was confident the trigger was in place all the same.

“Stand up,” Adrian issued his first command.

Adrian watched as the girls all slowly rose from their chairs, Hilda even muttering “Yes, Master,” as she did so. True, she hadn’t been explicitly told to respond that way, but she recalled from previous sessions that it was the proper response to give. And her mind rewarded her with a double dose of pleasure that caused her to audibly sigh.

And it seemed a similar effect had befallen the rest of the girls. Byleth felt a jolt of pleasure shoot down her spine. Dorothea felt a warmth spread through her body as she got to her feet, pooling between her legs. And the side of Constance that she normally worked so hard to keep hidden from the world, the one that craved obedience and servitude, was growing louder by the second.

“See? Obeying makes you feel so good,” Adrian reinforced. “It makes you feel so good to follow orders and do as you're told. And you know that it makes everyone else feel good, too. Your obedience is a generosity. Every time you obey, you give not only yourself a gift, but the others as well. And of course you would not deny them that pleasure. Now, hold your arms out in front of you.”

All of the girls raised their arms up in a sleepwalker pose. Hilda once again responded “Yes, Master,” and this time was joined by Constance and Dorothea, who seemed to pick up on her actions.

Hapi felt her legs begin to shudder slightly and the hair on the back of her neck stand on end, the pleasure of obedience making her whole body tingle. The only word Marianne could think to describe how she felt was correct. It just felt right to do as Adrian commanded. She didn’t have to second guess anything. She simply did, and felt wonderful about it. In the back, Leonie felt her face flush at Adrian’s words, and the knowledge that her actions were bringing pleasure to the other girls in the room. It was the first time she’d ever made a girl feel that way, and she found that she didn’t hate the thought of it.

“Hilda, walk to the front of the room,” Adrian commanded, snapping his fingers. Hilda’s experience made her the best choice to try the first solo command on, Adrian thought. And, she would serve as a good example for the rest of them.

‘Yes Master,” Hilda said as she stepped out from behind her shared desk with Marianne and walking to the front of the room.

And as she did all the other girls, who remained on their feet with their arms outstretched, felt a wave of physical pleasure at watching Hilda obey, and provide such a good example of how a good girl should act.

Byleth, who normally taught Hilda in this very room, found herself impressed not only at Hilda’s obedience, but Adrian’s ability to effortlessly control her as well. She had struggled to get the bratty pink haired girl to listen to her for months, yet Adrian had easily brought her to heel. The fact that she had chosen such a good master made Byleth feel even better.

“Down,” Adrian commanded forcefully once Hilda reached his side.

“Yes, Master,” Hilda said, dropping to her knees as she faced the rest of the class. She felt a powerful wave of pleasure rush through her as her knees touched the ground, and she wasn’t alone.

“Good girl,” Adrian said, patting her head. In the back of the room Leonie could feel her knees beginning to shake as a powerful wave of pleasure took her, along with a desperation to be in Hilda’s place. If she could only be given the opportunity, she would prove how good of a girl she was, too!

Adrian left Hilda in her spot on the floor and turned his attention to the other girls one by one. The commands he gave were relatively simple, just to get them in the habit. He had Byleth stand on the desk, Hapi spin in circles, and Leonie fetch a book from the shelf for him. Nothing too crazy. It would be time for that soon enough, though.

Adrian was also pleased to see that the rest of the class has picked up on the example Hilda had set, and were all responding with a firm “Yes, Master,” after each and every command, even sweet Marianne. Constance had even taken to saying “Thank you, Master,” after completing each command, as if being given the opportunity to obey was a gift in itself. With each command a girl obeyed, the group felt their pleasure mounting and mounting. Though, of course, no matter how much joy they got out of obeying, none could reach a climax without his permission. And that part, Adrian was planning on holding out on.

Once Adrian had given each girl a few simple commands and was satisfied with their performance, he ordered them all to return to their seats.

“Now, when I snap my fingers again, you will all wake up feeling incredibly refreshed and rejuvenated. However, you will find the pleasure trigger is still in place. You will still feel an immense physical pleasure when you, or anyone else, obeys a command. You will simply be awake and alert for it. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master,” they all said.

“Good girls. Everyone waking up feeling refreshed and excited to continue in 3… 2… 1…”

Snap.

Adrian watched 14 eyes flutter open as everyone came to.

“So, how’s everyone feeling so far?” Adrian asked, checking in for the first time of many.

“Refreshed and excited to continue!” Hilda brightly, not realizing she was repeating verbatim how Adian had told her to feel.

“How about the rest of you?” Adrian asked with a smile.

“Like I just took the best nap,” Hapi said while stretching. “I forgot how good this feels. I shoulda come back for another round sooner!”

“I, for one, feel no different!” Constance boasted, clearly not remembering that mere moments ago she had been chanting mantras along with the rest of them. “As is to be expected from a mind as strong as mine.”

“We’ll see about that,” Adrian simply smirked. “How about you, Byleth?”

“It feels as though we have only just started,” Byleth said with her usual lack of inflection. “Though, it is difficult to know how much time has passed. But it I had to make an inference, judging by the fact that we all remain fully clothed, I would guess that we are still early in your plans.”

“That… would be a good guess,” Adrian chuckled at her bluntness. “We’re still in the early phase. I want to try and get you all on the same page before going any deeper. So, I thought I would take you all through a group training exercise.”

“Training?” Dorothea said with a raised eyebrow and suggestive smirk. “Have your kittens not behaved well enough for you?”

“Oh, you all have been very good girls for me so far,” Adrian said, matching her suggestive tone and sending a chill through the room. “But I’m of the mind that there’s no such thing as too much obedience training. As you may or may not remember, I was just doing a little exercise with you all, having you obey simple commands while in a trance, and awarding everyone for your obedience.”

As hypnosis affected different people in different ways, the girls could recall the session so far in varying levels of detail. Marianne blushed furiously and kept her eyes to the ground as the thought back, able to recall all the dirty things she had chanted along with everyone else, and exactly how it made her feel.

For most of them it was a bit blurry, like a half-remembered dream. Those who had gone especially deep, including Hilda, Constance and, surprisingly, Byleth, recalled absolutely nothing aside from a persistent feeling of pleasure.

“Now, I’d like to give you all the opportunity to give some commands to each other,” Adrian continued. “And remember, pleasure doesn’t just come from obeying me. Obedience is bliss, no matter who it is to.”

An excited murmur ran through the group at the tantalizing opportunity of getting to make each other do whatever they wanted.

“You will take turns each issuing a simple command. Now, I’ll ask that you keep the commands relatively simple for now,” Adrian said. “We’ll get into the more sexual part of the session soon enough, but for now, I want to ease everybody into it. Now, let’s see… Constance, would you like to start us off?”

“Why, I most certainly would!” Constance said, her usual haughty tone returning easily. Adrian had selected her to go first because he knew this more authoritative side of her would fade soon enough, and figured he would let everyone enjoy it while they still could.

“Hmm, let’s see… who shall I command first?” Constance said, slowly walking around the room, eyeing each girl in turn. However, she stopped when she heard Hapi snickering in her seat.

“Is something funny?” Constance asked, stalking over to her.

“No, no,” Hapi lied badly as Consatnce stared down at her. “It’s just, well, you’ve got a little something…”

Hapi’s eyes drifted down Constance’s body. Constance looked down and suddenly blushed furiously as she realized that Hapi was right. She tried to downplay how much she got off on obeying, in her alert state, anyway. But it seemed her body had betrayed her. Indeed, the simple act of mindless obedience had turned her own so much that she had already soaked through her panties, and a faint stain was starting to form on the front of her dress.

The rest of the girls chuckled as Constance tried to cover it up with her hands.

“Ooh, impressive, Constance!” Hilda said, seeing her pleasure as a badge of honor rather than something to be embarrassed about. “If you’re that hot and bothered already, you’re in for one hell of a night!”

“And who would have thought, a noble like you?” Dorothea teased, knowing it would wind Constance up, hopefully enough that she would be extra harsh with her command.

“Oh, you find it funny, do you?” Constance said indignantly to the room, before turning to Hapi. “Very well, Hapi, my friend. If you find it that amusing, then perhaps you will be the target of my command! And I assure you, it is one befitting of a noble such as I!”

“Whatever you say, Coco,” Hapi said. She meant it to be dismissive, but it accidentally came out genuine. Truely, whatever Constance said.

“Hmm, let’s see,” Constance said, stroking her chin. “You know, I have had such a very long and hard day of work. Typical for one as brilliant as I, of course. And my feet are oh so tired. So, Hapi, you are to give me a foot rub, like a good royal servant.”

“Of course, Coco!” Hapi said with a smirk.

Constance pulled out her chair and kicked off her shoes, revealing her bare, delicate, pedicured feet beneath. And Hapi immediately went to work, getting on her knees and massaging the underside of her friend’s feet with her thumbs. Of course, this was not an entirely unfamiliar position for Hapi. Though few knew the true nature of their relationship, Hapi had been on the other end of Constance’s more domineering side for about as long as they’d known each other. And while she always loved serving Constance in private, there was something different about this time. Perhaps it was merely the added pleasure she was feeling from obeying. Or perhaps it was the crowd of people watching her, and getting off on seeing her massage Constance’s feet.

And to her credit, Constance was not fairing much better. She wasn’t really into foot stuff, that’s not why she suggested this. However, she couldn’t deny that this time it felt really good. It was the combination of commanding and obeying. True, she did give Hapi an order, but only because her Master had ordered her to. And as she experienced the double pleasure of watching Hapi obey her, she found another voice in her head screaming for them to switch places, demanding that she be the one at Hapi’s feet.

Adrian let this go on for a minute or so, enjoying the flushed faces of all the other girls who had their eyes locked on Hapi and Constance, knowing what simply watching must be doing to them. Marianne in particular had her eyes wide, for once not worried she might have to quickly avert her gaze.

“Okay, I think that’s enough,” Adrian cut in eventually, and Though both Hapi and Consatnce would have liked to keep going, obeying the command to stop was just as good. “Now, let’s see… Leonie, would you like to go next?”

“What? Me? Oh, uh, sure,” Leonie stammered. She had been so focused on watching Hapi and Constance, marveling at how watching one girl rub another girl’s feet could make a straight girl feel so good, that she hadn’t even thought of a command!

She walked out from her desk into the aisle and considered her target. There wasn’t really anyone she fancied, or wanted to control in that way. Except, maybe…

“Professor,” Leonie said, standing in front of Byleth’s desk, who met her with a stoic and attentive gaze. “Bark like a dog.”

“Bark! Bark! Woof!” The sounds poured out of Byleth without a moment’s hesitation, and a quiet hush fell over the room. Not only was the teacher’s impression scarily good, but the idea of the legendary, emotionless warrior barking so quickly on command was not something any of them expected.

None of them had been quite sure how their professor would react to hypnosis and obedience. Hilda knew that she had worked with Adrian before, of course. But even so, she had trouble believing it. Even now, as Byleth continued to bark and woof, it was hard to imagine that she was the same person. And that made it all the hotter as her jaw fell open and her face broke into a wide smile. Seeing such total, utter, unquestioning obedience from someone as strong and powerful as Byleth… Hilda couldn’t help but start rubbing her pussy over her skirt, futile as she knew the effort was.

Leonie felt her mouth go dry at Byleth’s response. She had been so caught off guard at being picked to go second that she had barely given the command any thought. In hindsight, she supposed that she did have a bit of a rivalry with the professor, one-sided as it may be, and had wanted to take the opportunity to assert herself. And, well, she herself had a pretty major pet play fetish, so she supposed it just slipped out. She was utterly transfixed as her professor was rendered unable to speak before her, and felt herself growing very wet.

Even Adrian was a bit surprised at the immediacy and commitment that Byleth had shown to the command. Of course, Byleth showed such signs of shame or concern as the room looked on in awe. Her intensely logical mind saw no problem with this. She was given a command, she followed it, and it made her feel good. If that command was to act like an animal, then she would do it to the very best of her ability. After all, Obedience is bliss.

“Very good,” Adrian praised, both Leonie for giving the command and Byleth for following. “I should also inform you all, Byleth has requested that she not be referred to as ‘Professor’ here. For tonight, she wishes to be one of you, and therefore wishes to be addressed by her first name.”

“What? Oh, yeah, right. Sure. Byleth,” Leonie said, trying and failing to wrench her eyes away from Byleth, who had started to stick her tung out and pant, going above and beyond what even Leonie had commanded.

“Good. And on that note, Byleth, would you like to go next?” Adrian asked.

Byleth turned to answer, but when she opened her mouth all that came out was another “Bark!”

“Right, of course,” Adrian chuckled. “You no longer need to bark, you can speak as normal. And Leonie, you can return to your seat.”

“Thank you, Master,” Byleth said, clearing her throat and standing up as if nothing strange had happened. Then, in a loud, commanding voice that she had honed on the battlefield for many years, she turned to the whole group and said “All of you, give me a lap around the room!”

It seemed that, while she did not want to be referred to as a professor, she was still willing to channel that harsh teacher energy when she needed to, proven by the fact that she had opted to give her command to the whole group, and not just a single person. Which, of course, wasn’t outside the rules that Adrian had established.

All of the girls scrambled to their feet and made their way to the edge of the room before slowly starting to jog around as a group.

“Faster!” Byleth demanded. Part of Byleth’s normal job was to keep her students in peak physical condition, and it was something she often struggled to motivate them to do. And so, she wasn’t going to miss out on a moment of complete obedience to whip these girls into shape, even if not all of them were her students.

All the girls picked up their pace as they began running around the room, made challenging by the fact that Leonie was the only one wearing proper athletic clothing. Marianne and Dorothea had long dresses, Hapi and Hilda had casual skirts on, and Consatance had yet to put her shoes back on after Hapi’s footrub. Marianne purposely lagged to the back, not wanting anyone else to see her large chest bouncing with each step. She had not expected an athletic endeavor such as this, and as such has not worn the proper level of support! Of course, Adrian and Byleth could still see her from their position in the middle of the room, but she supposed there was nothing to be done. Perhaps she may have been comforted by the knowledge, though, that she was not the only one dealing with this problem.

And then, of course, there was the issue that each step sent a jolt of pleasure through each girl as they obeyed the command, making it difficult to focus on the task at hand. And though each individual moment of pleasure was not itself unbearable, it was starting to build upon itself, making them all feel various levels of horny, and increasingly desperate for a release that they knew was far away.

When they returned to their starting point the girls all made their way to their seats, panting at both the physical exhaustion and mounting physical pleasure. When they had finished, Byleth merely nodded to Adrian, succeeding control back to him as she returned to her seat to patiently awaiting the next girl’s command.

“How about you,” Marianne?” Adrian asked after giving them all a bit of time to catch their breath. “Would you like to go, or just watch?”

 

“Um, I’ll go,” Marianne said, shyly rising to her feet, but not leading her desk. “Um, Hilda, I guess? Will you… do a little spin, maybe?”

Marianne did not meet Hilda’s eyes as she made a polite request as opposed to a command, and was blushing very brightly.

“Sure thing, Mari!” Hilda said brightly, just glad that Marianne was willing to participate.

Hilda quickly got to her feet, skipped to the isle between the desks, and spun around on the spot a few times, fast enough that her already short skirt flared out, leaving none of her legs to the imagination.

Marianne kept her head down, but raised her eyes to be able to watch. She felt a powerful sensation pooling between her legs as she watched Hilda easily, even happily, follow her suggestion, simple as it may have been. Of course, she knew what Adrian had said, but… could Hilda really be feeling pleasure from this? From something Marianne said?

Adrian smiled as he watched Marianne, her internal emotions clear on her face. He wasn’t sure if Marianne would want to participate in much of anything, which he was of course okay with. But he was glad to see her at least dipping her toe into the water.

“That was fun, Mari!” Hilda said when she was done, hoping to encourage her to participate further. Marianne didn’t say anything, but did smile weakly in return.

“Okay, Hapi, why don’t you go next?” Adrian said, shifting the spotlight away from Marianne before she got uncomfortable.

“Sure thing, dri-guy!” Hapi said. She had strange nicknames for everyone in school. “Hmm, let’s see… Thea, you’re a singer, right?”

“Yes, I am,” Dorothea answered confidently. “I used to sing in the Middlefrank Opera Company with Professor Manuella, in fact!”

Hapi and Dorothea didn’t know each other all to well, being in completely different houses with different friend groups. Perhaps that’s why Hapi had picked her out. May as well start bridging that gap!

“And I bet those shows are pretty expensive, right?” Hapi asked.

“Well, yes,” Dorothea admitted. “I didn’t set the price, of course, but I’d like to think I gave the people their money’s worth.”

“Alright then, give us all a free show! Sing a song for us!” Hapi said, before quickly adding in “BUT, it has to be your least favorite one!”

“My least favorite song?” Dorothea had to think for a moment before one came to her. A little showtune about a wealthy noble named Frederick The Fat. It was popular amongst crowds and one of the requests they got the most often, which was probably why Dorothea was totally sick of it at this point. Though she couldn’t deny, it was annoyingly catchy. “Very well, then! In exchange for all the pleasure you’ve already given me, and all the rest to surely follow, I’ll give you a proper show!”

And with that, Dorothea made her way to the front of the room and began to sing. And while it may have been Dorothea’s least favorite, it was certainly a good song to sing to a crowd. It was jaunty and upbeat with humorous lyrics, and even some call and response bits. It helped that Dorothea was a very talented singer and performer, and she didn’t just sing the song like Hapi requested, she did a whole dance along with it, which even contained some slightly sensual bits.

Everyone seemed to be having a lot of fun with this one, though the nature of the command was having and interesting effect. Most of the commands had been short and simple, triggering immediate busts of pleasure in everyone. However, this song was a full three minutes. And that meant, technically, an full three minutes of continuous obedience from Dorothea. Which in turn, triggered a full three minutes of continuous pleasure from the crowd.

Most were able to handle it pretty well, at least to start, but as it went on the tension only continued to build. Hapi was relishing in the feeling, proud of herself for picking such a good command, while Marianne felt as if she was going to catch on fire. Watching someone as beautiful as Dorothea dance would have already made her a bit hot and bothered, but the added pleasure from the hypnosis was taking it to another level. And that aroused embarrassment was certainly not helped by the fact that Hilda had started squirming and grabbing her tit through the tank top she wore beside her.

By the end, even Byleth, who had superhuman levels of sexual stamina that allowed her to weather almost any storm, was struggling to contain herself, rubbing her thighs together for a bit of release. And Constance, who had been extra susceptible to pleasure ever since being broken by Adrian the last time she had visited, was biting her lip and squinting hard, wanting to tense every muscle in her body with pleasure while also desperate to continue to watch the show.

Dorothea was, of course, a trained professional and was able to maintain her composure through the whole performance. However, Adrian couldn’t help but notice a few moments where her breath would hitch as she noticed some of the lewd, lustful faces in the crowd, and realizing that it was her song that had done this to them.

When she finally finished, she received a full standing ovation and gave the crowd a deep curtsy. There was a noticeable shift in the air once she was done, from the mischievous fun when they first started to a quiet desperation as the pleasure was mounting. And there were still two more.

“Well done, Dorothea,” Adrian clapped along with the others. “For such an excellent performance, would you like to go next?”

“Why, yes, I think I would!” Dorothea said brightly, remaining at the front of the room. “Now that I’ve played the part of your private little showgirl, I think it’s time we turned the tables!”

Adrian could tell from the confidence in her tone that she had already known exactly what she was going to ask, and was certainly curious to see for himself as he took up a position in the back of the room.

“I would like you all to address me as your Queen, and wait on me hand and foot like good, royal servants! Now.. you two!” Dorothea pointed to Leonie and Byleth. “You seem the strongest, so bring me my throne!”

Dorothea pointed to the large chair that sat behind the teacher’s desk, the one that usually belonged to Byleth. It was a big bigger than the student ones, and was cushioned to boot! And somehow, ordering Byleth to bring Dorothea her own chair felt right to her.

“Of course, my queen,” Byleth said as she quickly stood up and made her way to the front of the room, Leonie following quickly behind, suddenly feeling determined to prove to her queen that she was much stronger than Byleth.

Together, they carried the chair around the desk and sat it down. Dorothea sat down with an exaggerated sigh as she looked on at her other servants, all eagerly awaiting her command.

“Very good,” Dorothea said to Byleth and Leonie. “Now, you two stand on either side as guards, and don’t move!”

Leonie and Byleth stood at attention on either side of Dorothea, both still as a statue. Leonie was determined to outdo Byleth in her obedience. Byleth was simply obeying.

“Now, after that performance, I am quite tired, so I think I’ll have the rest of you help me relax! Hilda, massage my tired muscles! Marianne, fan me with those papers over there. Constance, retrieve my water bottle from my bag. And Hapi, since you were so kind as to request a whole song, you get to be my royal footrest!”

Dorothea clapped her hands, and immediately the girls went to work. Hapi quickly got down on her hands and knees in front of Dorothea’s chair, watched from the ground as Dorothea kicked off her shoes, and felt her place her bare feet on her back. And though Dorothea had sarcastically made this role sound like a reward, Hapi found she appreciated the prize all the same. After all, she was a good girl. And sometimes being a good girl meant being a footrest, too.

Constance leapt to her feet to get Dorothea’s water out of her bag. She went to hand it to Dorothea, but she made no move to grab take it from her.

“My arms are quite tired,” Dorothea explained with a sigh, doing her best imitation of a spoiled noble. “Be a good servant and pour it in my mouth. But don’t spill it!”

“Of course, my queen,” Constance said apologetically at ever having presumed that Dorothea would take the water herself. Dorothea tilted her head back and opened her mouth. Many years of intricate spellwork had granted Constance with very steady hands, but the pleasure thumping in her body was causing her hands to shake slightly, and she had to work extra hard to keep her queen’s face dry.

Marianne, whom Dorothea had purposely given the simplest, least physical job, grabbed the stack of half-graded exams on Byleth’s desk and began to fan Dorothea’s face with them. However, she found her attention drawn elsewhere, as her place standing next to the seated Dorothea gave her a perfect view of her queen’s cleavage, rosy pink and a bit sweaty from her dance routine. Dorothea noticed the stream of air from Dorothea slowly shift from her face down to her chest as Marianne subconsciously lost focus on her task, and simply smiled to herself. If it helped her come out of her shell a bit, of course she didn’t mind a little staring! After all, she had a feeling they would all be seeing whole lot more of each other pretty soon, anyway.

Marianne would have been pleased enough with a chance to stare, uninterrupted, at Dorothea’s chest, but her pleasure was quickly rocketed up a notch when she noticed what Hilda was doing. She started my massaging Dorothea’s shoulders, as she recalled that Adrian had requested they not get too overtly sexual just yet, and it seemed the most tame, But then again, she told herself, Dorothea had asked her to massage her tired muscles. And after dancing like she did, surely her legs would be far more tired than her shoulders! And, well, she couldn’t very well give her a proper massage through the fabric of her dress. So, as she knelt down and began to work Dorothea’s calves with her thumbs, she slowly pushed the fabric of her dress up to expose more skin. That was innocent enough!

But then again, Hilda had to assume that Dorothea’s whole legs were tired. So, she slowly began to work her way up to the knees. And then a bit further, to her lower thighs. And a bit further. And further! Before long, Hilda had pushed Dorothea’s dress up so far that her legs were completely exposed, and her red panties were visible underneath. Of course, Dorothea didn’t say a word. She just hummed in contentment.

All the while, Leonie and Byleth stood still as a statue, though both had their eyes fixed on the others serving Dorothea between them. Constance had not been given another command once Dorothea had finished drinking, and had opted to take another stack of papers and join Marianne in fanning her. Hapi was happily humming to herself from beneath Dorothea’s feet. Marianne was still staring at Dorothea’s chest, and couldn’t help but gasp when Hilda abandoned all pretense of giving a normal massage as her mounting lust overpowered her, and she began massaging and kneading Dorothea’s tits over her dress. Marianne blushed furiously, feeling as if she had walked in on something she wasn’t supposed to, and yet unable to look away from how Dorothea’s voluptuous chest squished and moved under Hilda’s touch. But the truth her mind was having trouble accepting was that she was supposed to see this. Dorothea and Hilda knew full well that everyone was watching them, and made no effort to stop the escalation.

Adrian watched the scene unfold from the back of the room, observing how flushed everyone’s faces had become. Even Byleth and Leonie, who were simply standing, had their eyes wide with lust as they watched on. And Adrian knew that Hilda and Dorothea had a history together. Hell, he was the one who instigated it, so he knew better than anyone that if left unchecked, they’d be fully fucking each other before long. Which, of course, he was not opposed to. Just not yet.

“Okay, I think you’ve had enough,” Adrian cut in. “Everyone back to their seats.”

Dorothea gave Adrian a playful smirk as they passed each other. Dorothea certainly enjoyed the pleasures of being the one in control. But she also didn’t mind being bossed around, and was well aware of her place in this whole dynamic. As Adrian reached the front of the room, he sat down in Dorothea’s chair, as if to subtly remind everyone who was really in charge.

“Okay, I think that leaves just one more,” Adrian said, feeling the tension and anticipation in the room. “Hilda, are you ready!”

“Am I ever!” Hilda said excitedly. It had been absolute agony having to wait to the very end. Something Adrian no doubt knew. Which is precisely why he had made her wait.

“I already know exactly what I’m going to ask! One of you girls is going to kiss me! The only question is… who?” Hilda looked around the room. For a moment she considered making Dorothea pick up where they had left off, but… she had smooched Thea plenty of times before, and would certainly get to do it again! Someone else. Byleth could be fun, but was the professor even a good kisser? Hapi seemed like she was, and being Leonie’s first kiss with a girl sounded absolutely delicious… Or maybe she could blow Marianne’s mind by giving her a kiss from her not-so-secret crush? Tempting, but she worried such a sudden development would share her off.

“Hmm, Constance!” Hilda suddenly said. She didn’t know the haughty noble of House Nuvelle very well. In fact, they had only interacted on a handful of occasions. Which is why she was the perfect target! “You seem like you play hard to get. And I really hate hard work! So, kiss me!”

“You are most certainly correct, Ms. Gonerill,” Constance said, fighting hard to maintain her confident and assured composure against the wall of lust threatening to break through her like a dam. “I do like to make my partners work for one as divine as I! You should consider yourself quite lucky that I happen to be in such an agreeable state.”

Constance made her way from her desk to meet Hilda in the front of the room, finishing just a few inches from her face. They stared at each other for a moment before Hilda grabbed the noblewoman’s face and planted her lips on Constance’s. Constance felt shocked for but a moment before the bliss of obedience washed it away, and she melted into Hilda, opening her mouth as their tongues entwined.

Everyone looked on as the ordinarily refined noblewoman engaged in the slopiest make-out sesh they had ever seen. Hilda, who was already slightly taller, tilted Constance’s head back to deepen the kiss even more and assert herself, which only added to the pleasure Constance was already feeling. She was unable to stop herself from moaning into Hilda’s mouth as she was forcefully made out with, rendered down to nothing more than territory for Hilda to claim. She could feel her pussy getting wetter, and no doubt the stain on her front getting darker. And she no longer had the willpower to care.

But it was nothing compared to what Hilda was experiencing. Not only was she experiencing the pleasure of Constance’s obedience, she was also feeling a double dose from her own obedience, thinking about how good of a girl she was and listening to Master’s command to ‘keep things simple for now’ and limit herself to a simple smooch. She was absolutely over the moon, and had she not been so deeply conditioned, she may have feared that she would come already! And, of course, beyond all the hypnosis stuff, getting to make out with a smoking hot blonde in front of all her horny friends certainly didn’t hurt, either!

Speaking of, the others were in similar throws of pleasure as they watched the two try and devour each other. Whether they were turned on by the passion of the two girls before them, the pure show of obedience, or more likely a combination of both, they could all feel that pleasure bubbling inside them like a pot of boiling water. Every face in the room was flushing, ever heart beating faster, ever pussy getting wetter.

Hapi was equal parts jealous and so unbelievably horny watching someone else make out with her girlfriend. In fact, many of the girls found themselves wishing to be in Constance’s place, at the mercy of Hilda’s lips, showing them how to properly submit. And none more so than Marianne, having no idea how close that had come to being her reality.

When Adrian finally broke the girls up and sent everyone back to their seats, there was a definite heat in the air, a readiness and even desperation to take things to the next level. And with his next command, that’s exactly what Adrian was prepared to do.

“Sleep.”

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Adrian once again guided everyone back down into a trance before preparing them for the first of many group games he had planned.

“Okay everyone,” Adrian instructed the mindless girls before him. “The next time you awake, you will find that you all have an imaginary, invisible button on your forehead. Anytime that button is pressed, you will feel and intense wave of sexual pleasure rush through you. And with this new feature, we’re going to play a game of tag. Your job is to try and press your friends’s buttons, while stopping yours from being pressed yourself. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master,” the crowd mumbled.

“Very good,” Adrian said. “Of course, you should not get too rough, we do not want anyone getting hurt. And I know I do not need to remind you that nobody is allowed to cum without my permission, no matter how many times your button is pressed. Now that you know the rules, is there anyone who would like to sit this game out?”

Adrian saw Marianne’s hand tentatively raise in the air, which did not surprise him much. He was willing to let her take things as slow as she wanted, so he guided her over to the corner in the back of the room to simply watch, where nobody would bother her. Aside from that, the other 6 girls all seemed ready to go.

“Very well, then. All of you waking up ready to play in 3… 2… 1…”

Snap.

“Now, I assume you all know how the game is played?” Adrian asked the crowd as they all awoke. Everyone nodded, except for Constance, who raised her hand.

“Yes, Master, I have a question,” she asked when Adrian called on her. “How does one win the game? And what is the prize for their victory?”

“Well, uh,” Adrian hadn’t really thought of that. “I guess whoever has their button pressed the least wins… bragging rights?”

“Bragging rights?” Constance said incredulously. “Surely I deserve a better reward than that! Do I not already have the right to brag to whomever I please?”

“I think it’s a great prize, Coco!” Hapi interrupted. “Getting the chance to brag to you for once? Priceless!”

“Well, I’m afraid that’s a prize you shall never claim!” Constance retorted.

“Oh yeah? And what makes you so sure of that?” Hapi said with a smirk.

“Because of course, I shall be the one to claim victory!” Constance answered with an air of superiority. “I shall protect my button with all the might my brain can muster! A member of House Nuvelle cannot lose, certainly not to a bunch of-“

But they never knew what Constance was about to call them. She had become so distracted by her own speech, that she didn’t notice Byleth quietly sneaking up behind her. She reached around to place a single finger on the boisterous noble’s forehead, and immediately Constance let out a long, low moan as she melted into her chair.

Byleth did not keep her finger there for long, but it was enough. At just one hit of pleasure, all of her bravado and competitiveness were washed away, leaving her panting and whining. So much so that she made no move to protect herself when a cackling Hapi reached out and touched her forehead again, sending her into another fit of pleasure.

And just like that, the room erupted into chaos. Hapi continued to press Constance’s button over and over again. Hilda turned and began chasing after Leonie, while Byleth quickly got Dorothea as well, making the songstress gasp as pleasure erupted from the point where the blue-haired professor had touched her.

Adrian took his seat behind the desk and watched the chaos unfold. It quickly became apparent that every girl had a different strategy. Hilda eagerly perused anyone and everyone she could, and made no effort to protect herself. She seemed to be operating under the idea that it didn’t matter if her button got pressed as long as she could press someone else’s, leading to many scenarios where she and another girl would get each other at the same time.

Hapi was thinking more defensively, and had the bright idea to hold her hand on her own forehead so nobody could get her. However, she quickly realized that the button activated whenever anyone touched her forehead, including herself, and accidentally gave herself a shocking (but not unwelcome) jolt of pleasure.

Byleth seemed to be putting her years of battlefield experience and athleticism to good use, making laps around the room and tapping girls without resource before quickly moving on to her next target. Like Hilda, she seemed focused mainly on attack, leading to a few moments of carelessness where another girl could get one off on her. However, Byleth didn’t let the powerful bursts of pleasure distract her from her goal.

The only one she could manage to get was Leonie, who was also incredibly fit and using her agility to evade any who tried to approach. She didn’t seem interested in tagging other girls either, Adrian noticed, probably because she had admitted she was not particularly interested in pleasuring women like the rest of them were.

And then there was Constance, who had failed to recover from her first tag. As boastful as she was, it turned out she responded very well to pleasure, and had completely abandoned any pretense at wanting to defend herself. On the contrary, she quickly turned to begging others to press her button, to bring her closer to an orgasm that she knew she could never reach, much to the delight of Hapi.

“Who knew you were such a cum-craving slut?” Hapi asked gleefully as she pressed Constance’s forehead over and over again, turning her friend into a moaning, drooling mess. “Oh, wait, I did!”

Marianne’s face was about as red as a tomato as she watched the scene unfold from the back. The sounds of laughter, squeals, and moans filled her ears as her friends all pleasured each other. She wasn’t sure if she had made the right choice to sit out. They did look like they were having fun… but it also seemed like a lot. I mean, what would her strategy even be? Would she be any good at it? She had no idea. But she did know that even just watching made her so incredibly horny.

Adrian watched as little rivalries and alliances started to form. Once people realized that Leonie had yet to be tagged, it became their mission to try and get her. Everyone, that is, except for Constance, who was too horny to realize anything, really. To her credit, Leonie was able to evade everyone else for longer than they expected, even Byleth. However, it wasn’t long before the numbers game finally caught up to her, and Hilda managed to sneak up from behind and place a finger on her forehead. Leonie let out a gasp as she felt a wave of pleasure rush through her body, pooling by her crotch, and an animalistic moan escaped her. She quickly tried to clap her hand over her mouth, feeling incredibly embarrassed about her reaction in front of all these girls. However, she found that nobody seemed to pay it much mind. Hilda simply said “Got you!” Before bounding off to someone else.

It seemed to Adrian that first hit of pleasure was all Leonie needed to start getting more into it, as from that moment on she seemed far less interested in defense, and much more willing to get a hit of that pleasure again.

Dorothea, ever the clever and charismatic diplomat, had managed to recruit Constance as her servant and body guard, taking advantage of her overpowering lust and desperation and rewarding her with button presses for her services. The alliance seemed to help a bit, with Constance serving as a horny distraction while Dorothea got away, but that didn’t stop Byleth from getting her a number of times.

Adrian quickly realized that keeping track of any sort of score in all the chaos was impossible. But if they had, he was certain Byleth would win. She showed no sort of reservation about pleasuring her students. In fact, she seemed to take it as seriously as her teaching duties.

Marianne could feel herself getting hot watching from the back. Sure enough, nobody had even looked her way this whole time. In their minds eye, she was invisible. But she found herself captivated by the way each girl reacted, how they would moan and gasp whenever their forehead was pressed. She couldn’t imagine what it felt like, how strange it must be to feel that sort of pleasure from such a random part of the body. And the longer she watched, the more she started to wonder… she had asked to sit out… but she was still there for the programming. Did that mean that… she had a button, too? Of course, nobody would try to press it, but maybe she could… just to try…

Quietly, knowing that nobody could see her (save for Adrian, who she figured would be pretty distracted right about now), Marianne raised her finger to her forehead. She found herself breathing heavily, both out of nerves and excitement. She hesitated for a few seconds, before slowly bringing her finger to her forehead.

She gasped a she felt something shoot through her like lightning. A wave of warmth that left her skin tingling and her mind feeling light. And, much to her horror, surprise, and delight, her pussy suddenly felt quite wet.

Even so, Marianne was the least horny of the girls in this moment, all having their button pressed so many times that the pleasure was starting to overflow and consume them. Leonie found she was no longer concerned with where the pleasure was coming from, only that she got to feel more. Constance was so mindless from her lust at this point that she was no longer particularly useful to Dorothea, who certainly felt her absence as several girls tagged her in quick succession. She collapsed into a chair as her legs gave out from pleasure, and suddenly found herself wondering why she needed a servant in the first place? It felt so much better to submit to the pleasure!

Even Byleth was starting to lose a step as the mounting pleasure overwhelmed her. All the girls seemed eager to take advantage of the opening, but none more so that Hilda and Leonie, the only two in the game that Byleth taught directly.

By this point, all the girls had passed the point where they would have ordinarily cum. Some long ago! And yet, without their master’s permission, they were unable to do so. And Adrian had no intention of letting them off soon. And so, the pleasure began to mount and mount for all of them, making them more and more desperate and horny.

The whole game came to a crescendo when Dorothea and Hapi both tagged Hilda at the same time, causing her to fall to the ground in throws of pleasure. So captivated by the sight, they decided to keep their fingers there and continue to drill that pleasure into Hilda. The sounds of lust and pleasure she was making were so loud that Leonie, Byleth, and even Constance decided to join in, all holding their fingers on her head and driving her insane.

The constant pleasure crashing through Hilda was so strong that it quickly drove any rational thought from her mind. She couldn’t think. Her eyes were squeezed shut and drool poured from her open mouth as she writhed on the ground, the other five girls giggling above her, getting more turned on at the very sight of her.

Hilda could feel nothing but the powerful pleasure her friends continued to mercilessly drill into her. Not that she wanted any mercy! Driven by nothing but pure instinct and lust, Hilda hooked her fingers in her short skirt and panties and pulled them both down her legs in one smooth motion. She had no mental faculties to understand why, all she knew was that she had to get naked.

Hilda had chosen to wear a simple shirt black shirt and a tight white tank tonight. Normally she dressed much cuter, but figured she would probably wind up taking it off sooner or later anyway. And it seemed she was quite right, as she quickly pulled her top and bra off as well. Of those gathered, only Adirian and Dorothea had seen her naked before. They rest were getting their first look, and they were not disappointed. Her smooth, pale skin glistened with sweat. Her pillowy tits jiggled and bounced as she writhed under the pleasure, and her bare ass and soaking pussy were there for all to see.

Marianne could no longer contain herself. While she didn’t have the best view from the back, she could see enough. The girl she had been secretly pining over all these months, completely naked before her. It was everything she had dreamed of. She placed her finger firmly on her forehead and held it there, feeling the pleasure build and build as she continued to stare at Hilda. She couldn’t even imagine looking anywhere else. The pleasure quickly grew to something more powerful than she had ever experienced. She was gasping and moaning from her seat in the back. But she didn’t care. Such a momentous occasion like this demanded pleasure. But despite how much pleasure she was feeling, she did not cum. Because she was a good girl. And good girls follow orders.

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“Everyone sleep, and return to your seats” Adrian commanded loudly, snapping his fingers.

At the sound of the snap all 7 girls immediately froze in place before slowly and robotically returning to their seats. All their faces were flushed, both from exhaustion and lust. Hilda sat her bare ass in her chair, sitting completely naked and without shame, her clothes lying abandoned in the middle of the room. And like the rest, her dreamy eyes were fixed on Adrian. Even Marianne, who mere seconds ago had been completely captivated by Hilda’s naked body while at the same time to scared to approach and get a bettter look, now sat next to her nude crush, eyes staring obediently ahead.

The last game went better than Adrian could have hoped, and it seemed that everyone was nice and horny. Now, seeing that Hilda had taken the initiative to get naked, he thought it was about time that the others joined her. It was time to move past the feeling-out process and really get into what tonight was all about.

“In a moment, I am going to wake you up one by one, and have you strip naked in a unique way,” Adrian instructed the girls. “Whenever someone removes an article of clothing, Hilda, you will retrieve it, fold it neatly, and place it in the cabinet at the back of the room. And you will all find that, for the rest of the night, that cabinet will remain hypnotically locked. You will be unable to open it, unable to retrieve any of your clothes, until I permit it. Hilda, you will only be able to open the cabinet for the purposes of placing clothes inside. Otherwise, it will remain locked for you as well. Demonstrate with your own clothes, first.”

“Of course, Master,” Hilda replied, somewhere between brightly and solelessly.

Everyone watched as she rose from her chair, pussy, tits, and ass bare for all to see, and stride over to where she had carelessly tossed her clothes. She began carefully folding her tank, skirt, and underwear and collected them in a neat pile. And though she was currently in a mindless trance, that didn’t stop a feeling of pleasure from coursing through her and her chest to swell with pride at following an order so well.

Everyone watched as she carried her clothes to the cabinet at the back of the room. She easily pulled it open, placed her clothes inside, then firmly shut it with a click. Of course, the cabinet had no real lock, but the power of hypnosis was strong.

“Now, Hilda, demonstrate to everyone how you are unable to open it,” Adrian commanded.

“Yes, Master,” Hilda said again. She reached up and placed a hand on the cabinet. Everyone could see the muscles in her arm tense, and yet the door did not budge. It was as if Hilda’s arm refused to move. And all the girls intrinsically knew that they would not fair any better. Once their clothes ended up in there, there would be no getting them back until their Master permitted it. Not that many of them would have tried to retrieve them, of course, but knowing that they couldn’t made it all the more exciting!

As Hilda returned to her seat, Adrian took a moment to consider his next move. He had some general ideas for some of the girls, but figured it would be best to go with the flow.

“Hilda, wake up,” Adrian commanded, and watched Hilda’s eyes flutter open. “Well, Hilda, since you took the initiative to go first, I’ll give you the privilege of choosing who goes next. Who do you want to strip, and how should they do it?”

“I get to pick? Ooh, thank you, Master!” Hilda said, clapping her hands together and looking around the room.

So many possible targets! And they all seemed like good options. Of course, she knew that they’d all be naked pretty soon, so it didn’t really matter who she picked. It was the how that got her excited.

“Ooh, how about this!” She finally said. “You know that White Heron dance competition that Byleth had been telling us about?” Hilda asked, and Adrian nodded. “Well, what if Byleth was our house representative, if you know what I mean? And she has to give us all a private show!”

“I see,” Adrian said, liking where this idea was going. “And, would you like everyone to be awake for this show?”

“Of course!” Hilda said emphatically. “Who’d want to miss out on the chance to see your teacher become a stripper for a minute?”

“Fair enough,” Adrian chuckled. “Okay, everyone except for Byleth, wake up.”

The other five girls all woke up and looked around the room. Dorothea was slightly disappointed that nobody had been made to strip while they were all out. Hell, she had partially been hoping to open her eyes and suddenly find herself naked. But she wouldn’t be left waiting for long.

“Okay, Byleth,” Adrian commanded, the rest of them eagerly watching their stoic professor get programmed in real time, “When I snap my fingers, you will wake up and believe that you have been selected as the dancer for the White Heron Cup, a competition to pick the school’s best stripper. You will preform a sexy strip tease for all of us, to prove you are the best dancer. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master,” Byleth responded, as a few girls giggled eagerly.

“Good girl,” Adrian praised. “Waking up believing you are a sexy dancer in 3… 2… 1…”

Adrian snapped his fingers and Byleth’s eyes flitted open. All the girls watched with baited breath as she rose to her feet. Were they really about to see their teacher strip in front of them? Surely not, it seemed too good to be true!

Byleth turned to face Adrian, her eyes still somewhat vacant and her pupils wide.

“Please excuse me for a moment, Master,” she said, sounding oddly meek, like a student nervous for a class presentation. “I must change into the trooper attire before we begin, if that is alright.”

“Oh, um, of course,” Adrian said, slightly confused at what she meant by ‘attire’.

Byleth nodded graciously and walked to the storage closet off the front of the room. A few minutes later she emerged, and took the breath out of all the puzzled girls in the room.

Indeed, Byleth had changed into a new attire. Gone were her usual black mercenary leathers. In its place, she wore a flowing white and blue dress. It nearly reached the floor, but had large slits going all the way up the sides and was quite narrow in the front, fully exposing her smooth legs and elegant golden sandals. The top was quite low cut with just a single strap over one shoulder, and colorful blue and gold ribbons ran from her back to golden cuffs on her wrists. Her long blue hair, that she almost exclusively wore down in a very simple style, was pulled back in a high ponytail with a golden clip.

It seemed, at least to Adrian’s best guess, that this was the ceremonial dancer garb to be worn by a student during the real white heron cup. The last part, at least, was obvious, because even though Byleth was only a few years older than her students, she had a much fuller figure, and the garb did not fit her very well. It hugged her body tight, leaving little to the imagination.

Everyone stared at their professor in shock. Nobody had ever seen her wear something so feminine and delicate before. Whether Byleth was embarrassed by their stares, though, was hard to say.

Hilda was so distracted by her teacher’s new outfit that she nearly forgot her job, suddenly bolting from her seat and running into the closet. She emerged later with Byleth’s discarded clothes. Byleth watched as she neatly placed them in the cabinet and closed it shut. That was it. She knew that she would not be able to retrieve her clothes for the rest of the night. Not that it mattered, much. She wouldn’t be needing them. And without a word, she began to dance.

In truth, Byleth had never done any sort of dancing in her life, let alone a strip dance. However, she was undeniably athletic, and quickly found that the fighting forms she often practiced were not too different from a sensual dance. She simply needed to focus more on showing off her body.

The students all watched, utterly transfixed as their teacher began to revolve and glide across the room, the flowy fabric and ribbons trailing after her. She ran her hands up the side of her body, tracing her curves over her tight garment. It was odd, seeing such a stern and mighty warrior doing such a sexy dance. Odder still was the glassy-eyed grin that had slowly crept across her face, making it clear to all those watching that she was enjoying this.

Byleth felt the eyes of all her students on her, their lustful disbelief as she danced on. It made her feel proud, to bring out such awe with her body. And that feeling only emboldened her to continue. She was already having so much fun, but couldn’t help but think how much more fun it would be to tease them a bit more.

Byleth slowly stalked over to the table in the front row where Hilda and Marianne watched. Hilda was giggling to herself, tracing a finger along her own bare chest before biting it as she grew increasingly horny. Marianne sat wide eyed, mouth slightly agape, somehow distracted from the naked girl next to her.

Byleth leaned down over the table dramatically, giving the girls full view of her cleavage currently being squeezed under her tight top. She playfully winked at them, giving them a few good seconds to look as she rolled her body, before whisking herself off to the next group, leaving them wanting more.

Next she strode over to Constance and Hapi, and without warning placed a foot on their table. The front panel of the dress fell away, showing off her full smooth, powerful leg. Hapi even caught a glimpse of her black panties underneath.

Byleth made a show of slowly removing both of her delicate sandals, flexing her feet as she freed them. Then, without looking, she tossed the shoes to Hilda, who hastily caught them and hurriedly placed them in the cabinet before returning to her seat. She didn’t want to miss the show!

As much fun as Byleth was having with the foreplay, she got the sense it was time to get to the main event. Now barefoot, she returned to the front of the room and cast a sultry look over her shoulder. With her back to her audience she slowly, almost painfully slowly, pulled the single strap from her shoulder and let it fall away. The girls now had a full view of her bare back, and were oh-so-desperate to see what was hiding on the other side. Adrian, who was the only one sitting in the front, was the first to see Byleth’s bare chest, though of course, it wasn’t his first.

With her back still turned, Byleth began rubbing and massaging her tits, leaving the girls praying they could get Adrian’s view. Eventually, she slowly turned around. She kept her hands on her chest to cover her nipples, but in truth her tits were so big that she could only hide so much. Even so, it had the desired effect. A proper dancer took things slow, revealing themselves bit by bit, leaving the crowd ravenous to see more. And indeed, Byleth had the other girls eating out of the palm of her hand. With one final squeeze she removed her hands, giving the students a full view of their teacher’s tits. A few cheers and whistles broke out, and Byleth couldn’t help but smile.

But the show wasn’t over yet. She took a few minutes to play with her chest, dragging it out as long as she could. Then she slowly slid the cuffs holding the ribbons to her wrists off, twirling them a few times before tossing them aside. Then, she hooked her fingers into the dress still clinging to her hip, and slowly began to slide it down, revealing more and more skin at an agonizing pace. All the girls started, fully enraptured as she swayed her hips. Byleth had to bend low to get the dress all the way down her long legs, letting her chest dangle and sway as she did. Once she finally reached the bottom she kicked the dress aside for Hilda to scramble over and deposit it in the cabinet. Adrian couldn’t help but wonder the eventual student to participate in the real white heron cup would feel if they knew their teacher had worn that very same garment, and had stripped it off in such a sensual manner.

Byleth was now left in nothing but her black panties. She turned around and bent over her desk, sticking her firm ass out. She wriggled it a few times, gleefully showing off how her panties could barely contain it. She gave one cheek a firm smack, before hooking a finger on either side began to slide it off even slower than the dress. With a few teasing sways, Byleth finally revealed her bare ass and pussy to the crowd. She tossed her panties to Adrian with a wink, and it wasn’t long before Hilda came over, hand outstretched in a silent request.

With the last of her clothing locked away, the whole class now beheld their teacher in all her naked glory. She gave a deep bow as the room erupted into applause.

“Where did you learn to do that?” Dorothea asked from the back. Byleth didn’t answer, she simply smiled and winked as she retuned to her seat.

“Well done, Byleth!” Adrian said, returning to the front feeling genuinely impressed. “A very good girl, indeed! And thank you, Hilda, for the excellent suggestion. But I think there’s still far too many people with clothes on in here, so I think it’s time you all go back to sleep.”

Adrian snapped his fingers and watched everyone slump slightly in their chairs.

“Now, who would like to go next?” Adrian asked his sleeping subjects. Every single girl in the room raised her hand including, to Adrian’s slight surprise, Marianne.

“Marianne, I’d like you to wake up,” Adrian said softly, walking over to stand in front of her. “Everyone else, stay asleep.”

Marianne’s eyes came back into focus. It took her a moment to realize that her hand was still in the air, and she hastily put it down.

“So, Marianne, you’re comfortable with going next?” Adrian asked gently.

“I- well, um,” Marianne stammered. When she was in a trance, she hadn’t given much thought to putting her hand up. It was almost as if her body had volunteered itself, without her mind’s say. But now that she was awake, she suddenly felt very self-conscious.

“It’s okay, there’s no need to be embarrassed,” Adrian assured her. “It’s perfectly normal. That’s why you’re all here. If you’d still like to try, I’ll let you pick however you want to do it. In a trance, awake, totally up to you.”

“Um… I think… I’d like to be… awake?” Marianne said, though she was a bit unsure herself. What had she gotten herself into.

“Of course,” Adrian said, his reassuring tone providing just a bit of comfort to Marianne, who was blushing profusely. “You can take it as slow as you’d like, and of course you don’t have to take off anything that you don’t want to.”

Marianne nodded, but didn’t meet his eyes. The thought of getting undressed in front of a room of people was absolutely terrifying. So why was she going through with it? She knew she could back out or say no at any time. She didn’t have to do this. And yet, she had volunteered. Somewhere, deep down, she wanted to, even if it frightened her.

“And what about the others?” Adrian asked.

“Um, I want everyone to stay in a trance, if that’s okay,” Marianne said softly.

“Of course,” Adrian assured her. Whatever you want. I can look away too, if you’d prefer.

“No, that’s okay. I was going to say, I want everyone in a trance, but…” she was now speaking in barely more than a whisper. “I want everyone to watch.”

She couldn’t explain why she had requested it. She almost didn’t remember saying it. Maybe some effects of the trance were still lingering, weakening her inhibitions just enough for her to reveal things she had never even consciously thought about herself. Whatever the reason, she was really in it now. She was going to strip in front of a bunch of girls. And she was going to make them watch? She blushed even harder at the thought.

“Of course. You will all remain in a trance, but turn to face Marianne,” Adrian commanded the rest of the group, before adding “And should I command you to, you will forget everything you see.”

“Thank you… Master,” Marianne said softly, grateful for the lifeline. She hadn’t even thought about making them forget. But, it that was possible, it certainly took some of her worries away. Worst case scenario, it would be like it never happened!

Adrian simply nodded with a smile. “Take your time. Whenever you're ready.”

Adrian quietly took his seat behind his desk, giving Marianne all the room and time she needed. She shakily rose to her feet, feeling her pulse pounding in her ears. There was no way she could actually go though with this, right? Getting naked in front of all these girls? She’d never been naked in front of anyone before, aside from Adrian, but that had been an entirely different scenario. Jumping right into a big group sex thing with a bunch of stunningly beautiful girls, two of which had already mindlessly stripped and the rest sure to follow… it all seemed too much for her!

For the rest of her days, Marianne would never know where she found the courage to continue. Her mind seemed to have short-circuited, not in a hypnotic trance kind of way, more like it was trying to stop her insecurities from getting in the way of what she truly wanted to do. She made her way to the front of the room, keeping her eyes locked to the floor. She couldn’t bring herself to look at any of the other girls, but she could feel their vacant gazes on her, just as she had requested.

When she made it to the front of the room, she hesitated. Like Byleth, she had no experience with this sort of thing. But unlike Byleth, she lacked the confidence to just go for it. Was she supposed to just get undressed like normal? Was she supposed to make it sexy? She wasn’t sure she even knew how to do that.

Well, she supposed there was nothing else to do but… get started. Marianne gently kicked off her shoes. They seemed like the easiest things to start with. Adrian saw Hilda stir, ready to come collect them, but he held up his hand to silently stop her. He wanted Marianne to be able to go without any sort of distractions. If all went well, Hilda could get everything at the end.

After her shoes were off, Marianne was at a loss for what to do next. She was wearing one of her usual unflattering dresses. It went down almost to her feet, and was billowy in a way that mostly hid the shape of her body. She liked wearing such a thing because it helped her to hide. The downside, of course, was that it was just one big garment. And the only other thing she had. Once it was off, she would be left in nothing but her bra and panties.

Marianne took a deep breath and shut her eyes. She could still feel everyone looking at her, as if silently waiting, wanting for her to reveal herself. Of course, she knew that wasn’t really true, they were in a trance and couldn’t really want anything. But it still felt that way. She stalled for as long as she felt she could, taking several deep breaths. It wasn’t too late to back out, she told herself. She could always just return to her seat, or go back to her room all together. But something stopped her. Maybe it was when she opened her eyes a bit and saw Hilda sitting there, eyes vacant and completely naked, and she realized that she couldn't miss out on an opportunity like this. An opportunity to spend time with six of the hottest girls in school, all just as naked as Hilda. And if she wanted to fit in, well, she guessed she’d just have to get naked too.

Marianne felt her breath quicken as she grabbed the hem of her dress with both hands. She closed her eyes again, felt her face grow red hot with embarrassment… and began to pull. It was far less graceful than Byleth. The dress was quite bulky, and not easy to remove in a smooth way. She struggled slightly as it bunched up around her, and clumsily worked to free her arms from the long sleeves. Perhaps it was a blessing that she had to give so much of her attention towards working the dress off that she didn’t have time to think about how she was slowly exposing herself.

The other girls all watched as Marianne pulled the dress up her shapely legs that were so often hidden under billowy fabric. As she exposed her wide hips, smooth stomach, and baby blue panties that matched her hair perfectly. Marianne instinctually bent over to try and work the dress off, giving everyone a view of her supple behind. True, none of the girls could react in any way. But they could certainly enjoy the view.

The truth was, Marianne had nothing to be embarrassed about when it came to her body, deep down Marianne knew that. Perhaps the reason she was so keen to try to hide it was that she feared the attention her curvaceous form might garner. A point that was only further proven when she finally managed to work the dress over her chest and head, revealing the largest chest of any girl at school. And when you were in a room with people like Bylety and Hilda, that was saying something. Indeed, Marianne’s huge boobs contained within a large blue bra certainly would have attracted a lot of attention from the other students at school, had she ever chosen to show them off.

Marianne finally managed to free herself from the dress, pulling her arms from the sleeves and tossing it aside. When she finally had she briefly looked up and froze with fear. She had been so focused on getting the dress off that she had momentarily forgotten where she was. That she was now standing in front of a room of her fellow students and teacher… in nothing but her bra and panties. She looked around the room as six sets of empty, mindless eyes looked back at her. She felt like she was paralyzed.

Adrian could sense Marianne’s hesitation. He knew this was something she wanted. She had asked for it, after all, but it seemed her fear was preventing her from going any further. Perhaps he could help her out, he thought, by giving her some encouragement. He gave Hilda a silent gesture, and was glad to see that she knew exactly what he meant.

Marianne turned her head at the sound of Hilda’s chair squeaking back. She watched as her biggest crush walked towards her, not an ounce of shame or embarrassment that her tits, ass, and pussy were out. She picked up Marianne’s dress and shoes from the floor and began walking to the back of the room. Marianne was rooted to the spot, and could do nothing but watch with mingled fear and, if she was being honest, a lot of lust, as Hilda placed her clothes in the cabinet, locking them away. That was it. They were out of reach. No turning back now.

Marianne swallowed hard and tried to psyche herself up. Maybe she was just building this up in her mind to be way scarier than it was. Getting naked in front of all her peers wasn’t that weird, right? I mean, her own teacher had done it! Marianne looked to Byleth and felt her breath hitch. Her blue haired, stoic professor sat there, completely nude, and didn’t seem to feel any shame about it. She had simply been asked to strip, she had done it, and then she retuned to her seat. Simple as that. Heck, it had been so easy for Hilda, she didn’t even need to be asked!

And speaking of which, Marianne had to remind herself that it was Hilda who had invited her to come to this in the first place. And she knew perfectly well what the night would entail, so clearly this was something she wanted to see. That thought made Marianne’s heart skip a beat. No, no, that couldn’t be true. There was no way that Hilda wanted to see her… naked. But at the very least… it wasn’t something she was opposed to seeing, right?

Marianne realized that the longer she thought about it, the harder it was going to get. So, in a rare moment of spontaneous bravery, she decided not to give herself the chance to worry anymore. She took a sharp breath and, like someone quickly ripping off a bandage to avoid the pain, reached behind her back and undid her bra, then immediately pulled her panties down as it fell.

For a moment time seemed to stop. Marianne stood with her eyes clamped shut, now completely naked. The other girls stared at her and, had they been capable of complete, rational thought, would have been stunned all the same. There were no two ways about it, Marianne was drop dead gorgeous. Her chest now sagged significantly without the support of her bra, and heaved up and down as she took deep breaths to try and steady herself.

She managed to pry her eyes open just in time to see Hilda approach, and once again felt her heart skip a beat. The two of them, so close, so naked. It couldn’t be true. She watched as Hilda crouched by her feet, felt her mouth go dry and she picked up her underwear, and watched in awe at the care with which she handled the, neatly folding them before gingerly placing them in the cabinet.

The moment Hilda closed the door and Marianne instinctively felt it lock, something changed within her. All of her clothes were now out of reach. She was stuck like this. Stuck being naked in front of everyone. And yet, this feeling did not cause her stress. Instead, it felt like a weight had been lifted from her shoulders. It was over. She had done it. And now, the choice was out of her hands. She simply had to remain naked. She had no other choice. And she found she greatly preferred it this way.

“Excellent job, Marianne,” Adrian said softly and encouragingly. She turned to him and smiled, her face blushing deeply. “Now return to your seat… and sleep.”

Marianne followed his instructions without a problem. She still felt everyone watching her as she walked back to her chair, right beside Hilda, and yet she made no effort to cover herself up. It didn’t even occur to her. And as she felt her bare bottom press against the wooden chair, she felt the familiar feeling of trance begin to wash over her. She welcomed it in, and the last thing she recalled feeling before she drifted off was not stress or fear. But excitement for what was next.

Chapter Text

As Adrian watched Marianne drift off into a trance once more, he looked around the room to consider his next ‘target’. Constance, Hapi, Dorothea, and Leonie were all still fully clothed. He had some ideas percolating for the first three, but wasn’t totally sure about Leonie. She had indicated that she wasn’t really into girls in that way, so he doubted that the thought of stripping in front of them would get her particularly excited, even if she was comfortable with the idea. But he still wanted it to be fun for her, and for everyone. And if he knew Leonie, there was one thing that was sure to get her going. Her fierce sense of competition.

“First, I’d like everyone but Leonie to wake up,” Adrian commanded. “And do not make a big deal about Marianne.”

Adrian knew that Marianne did not like being the center of attention, and felt she probably wouldn’t appreciate the whole room gushing over her. And he was quite right, she was very happy to simply exist along with the others.

Of course, that wouldn’t stop them from thinking about it. When Hilda opened her eyes and turned to the side, she wanted to make the biggest deal. Mari was naked! She was getting involved! And who knew she was so stacked?? She found that she was unable to vocalize any of this, of course. She would never disobey her master like that. But she was very glad she had invited Marianne.

“Now, Leonie,” Adrian addressed the one girl in the room still in a trance, “When I snap my fingers you are going to wake up, and we’re going to give you a challenge. Each of us are going to take turns giving you commands and telling you to remove an article of clothing in a unique way. Your job is to comply with the command as quickly as you can, as if you are in some sort of competition. Do you understand?”

Leonie slowly nodded her head. She wasn’t wearing anything fancy tonight. Mostly because she didn’t own anything fancy. She wore a simple orange short-sleeve shirt to match her hair and a pair of black athletic shorts. And, of course, she was still wearing the leash and collar that Adrian had used to entrance her.

“Good girl,” Adrian said, making Leonie smile to herself as the other girls began excitedly thinking of ideas. “Waking up feeling ultra competitive and suggestible in 3… 2… 1…”

Snap.

Leonie opened her eyes to find all the other girls staring at her. Her mind felt a bit foggy as she tried to recall the details of the night so far. She was not surprised to see that Hilda and Byleth were naked, as she had been awake for those two, but she was a bit shocked to see that Marianne had joined them as well. And, judging by the fact that everyone was staring at her expectantly… she swallowed nervously. She had a pretty good feeling as to who was next. She also blushed slightly when she realized she was still wearing the leash and collar she had brought. She had been hoping to keep that particular fetish of hers a secret, but she supposed the fact that she had brought it at all meant she was quietly okay with people finding out.

“Okay, Dorothea, would you like to go first?” Adrian asked.

Leonie turned to look at Dorothea quizzically. She had no idea what Adrian meant by ‘Go First’, but figured she was probably going to discover what sort of crazy programming he had put in her soon enough.

“Ooh, okay…” Dorothea said, walking over to Leonie with an excited look of contemplation on her face. “How about this? Find a way to take off your shirt while I’m holding this!”

Dorothea reached out and grabbed the end of Leonie’s leash. And though Leonie did not recall how Adrian had programmed her, she instinctively knew what she had to do, nonetheless. She had been presented with a challenge. And she never backed down.

Immediately Leonie reached down to pull her shirt off, but quickly realized the added difficulty. If she pulled it over her head, the leash would get caught through the neck hole. And he highly doubted Dorothea would be willing to let go for her. Using a tactical mind honed on the field of battle she quickly ran through all her options, and determined that there was no way to get her shirt off quickly without tearing it. So, without hesitation, she reached up and ripped the cheap cotton apart. The other girls shrieked in surprise and glee as she tore it all the way down the front, revealing a simple black athletic bra and a set of highly toned abs.

“Done!” Leonie said triumphantly, tossing the remains of the shirt aside, not the slightest bit worried what sort of problems this would cause when it was time for her to walk back to her dorm. Hilda did her best to fold the torn garment neatly, knowing it was useless but following her order nonetheless, and deposited it in the cabinet with the others. But Leonie paid her no mind, she looked around with a fire in her eye, awaiting her next command.

“Take off the bra!” Hapi called out, clearly fed up with the ‘take it slow’ approach. “And try and throw it into the trashcan!”

Without skipping a beat, Leonie pulled her bra up and over her head (made significantly easier once Dorothea let go of the leash). She was completely oblivious to the cheers and whistles as she pulled her tits out, fully focused on the trashcan at the front of the room.

Next to the likes of Hilda, Byleth, and Marianne, Leonie’s chest looked small. But then again, so would anyone’s. To Leonie’s credit, she didn’t have a back rack herself, made much more firm than the others thanks to her constant exercise.

“Come on Leonie!” Dorothea cheered her on as Leonie lined up her shot. “Get that thing in the trash where it belongs!”

Leonie’s eyes were laser focused on the small can on the other side of the room. She felt the weight of the bra in her hand. She had a decent amount of training with thrown weaponry. Spears, axes, even rocks. She was pretty confident in her aim, but this was far lighter than any proper weapon. She’d probably have to give it some extra power.

Leonie took a deep breath and cocked her arm back, spreading her chest in full display. Then, in one smooth motion, she took a single step forward and threw her bra as hard as she could. Evidently, she had been so concerned about not reaching the can that she ended up overcompensating, and overshot the trash by about a foot. Leonie felt a wave of frustration rush over her and immediately began running to get her own rebound, but unfortunately Hilda had already been standing by the front and got to her bra before she could.

“Come on, give me another go!” Leonie begged.

“Sorry, no can do! Master’s orders!” Hilda gave Leonie a wink before skipping to the cabinet.

“Alright, someone else!” Adrian encouraged, sensing Leonie’s frustration and wanting to keep the game moving and her spirits up.

“Without touching your left foot to the ground or sitting down, remove your pants,” Byleth said calmly.

“You call that a challenge, Byleth?” Leonie said cockily. Leonie was competitive with everyone, but doubly so with her professor. If people had been impressed with the way Byleth stripped, it would be nothing compared to her!

Driven by her need to show Byleth up, Leonie deftly hopped on her right foot as she tugged her shorts down. It took some maneuvering, but she was quickly able to slide them down her legs, landing in a bunch around her foot. She easily hopped to the side to allow Hilda to collect them, before triumphantly placing her foot back down.

“Come on, give me something hard!” Leonie said, now standing in nothing but her simple panties and the collar around her neck, the rush of adrenaline distracting her from the fact that she was fully exposed in front of a bunch of girls.

“Very well, I shall give you a challenge!” Constance said boastfully. “It seems you only have one article left for me to choose from, so… remove your panties without using your hands!”

This one had Leonie stumped for a minute. Without her hands? How was that even possible? She tried in vain to use the edge of a desk to slide them off, hoping if she could get them far enough gravity could handle the rest, but it didn’t quite work.

“Hey, Hilda, help a girl out!” Leonie said, holding her hand out in a hook shape.

“What? Um, okay…” Hilda said, taken aback by her sudden request. She wasn’t sure how much she was allowed to help, but mimicked Leonie’s hook-motion all the same. To her surprise, Leonie quickly stood up on a chair and hooked Hilda’s finger in her panties. They, she took a step up onto the nearby desk so that her panties were pulled straight down. She easily stepped out of them, leaving them in Hilda’s hand.

“You can keep those,” Leonie said with a wink before turning to bow to the crowd, applauding at her ingenuity. Her glistening pussy was now exposed for everyone to see. And Leonie found that she either didn’t notice, or didn’t really mind.

“Well done!” Adrian said, joining in the clapping. True, Leonie technically still had one garment on, but nobody seemed of a mind to make her remove the collar, so he figured it would be a good time to move on.

“I think we can all agree, that was very impressive!” Adrian said, and everyone else quieted down to listen. “You are a very good girl indeed, Leonie.”

“Thank you, Mater,” Leonie said, catching her breath.

“Now, it seems to me like you all could do with some rest. So, all of you return to your seats and sleep.”

Of course, Adrian had no real intention of letting them rest too much. After all, there were still three girls left. And he knew exactly what he wanted to do for the next two. Once everyone had returned to their chairs and he watched them all slip into a trance, he launched into his next set of commands.

“First, I would like everyone but Constance to come to the front of the room and stand in a line,” Adrian commanded. A chorus of “Yes, Master” followed as the other 6 girls rose from their chairs. Adrian positioned them so that Hapi and Dorothea, the only two others still clothed, were at the far end. All the girls, most completely naked, stared blankly ahead while Constance remained at her seat, mindlessly and patiently awaiting her next command.

“Now, Constance, when I snap my fingers you will wake up believing that you are a doll maker. And these,” Adrian gestured to the girls standing behind him, “Are your dolls. I will be a prospective buyer, and you must convince me to buy one. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master,” Constance replied.

“Good, then waking up in 3… 2… 1…”

Snap.

Constance opened her eyes. For a moment, she didn’t know where she was. She had no memories of being hypnotized, or why she was here. In front of her stood 6 girls, all completely still as statues, most of them naked. She looked down, and for reasons she couldn’t quite place, she found herself slightly disappointed that she was still wearing clothes. Why could that be, though?

She turned around to see a man she did not recognize as her friend Adrian, standing patiently in the back. And immediately, everything clicked into place.

“Ah, greetings, Sir!” Constance said, springing to her feet to greet him. “And welcome to the Von Nuvelle Doll Emporium! Can I help you with anything today?”

An entire backstory and false reality seemed to solidify in Constance’s mind, and suddenly she remembered exactly where, and who, she was. She was a talented and renowned mage who turned girls into beautiful little dolls, designed to bring pleasure to all those in Fodlan. And this handsome man was clearly a prospective customer.

“Yes, actually,” Adrian said, playing along with the pantomime. “I’m looking for a doll, you see. A very sexy one that can serve all my needs.”

“Well, then you’ve come to the right place!” Constance said boastfully. “I just so happen to have six lovely dolls looking for a new home! Care to take a look?”

“Yes, of course!” Adrian said. “Please, show me what you have.”

“It would be my greatest pleasure! Let us begin with this one on the left, one of my most popular models,” Constance said, standing in front of Hilda. “As you can see, she is perfectly suited to aid in all your sexual needs. Well proportioned features, ample curves, and the most exquisite breast texture!”

Constance demonstrated her point by squeezing one of Hilda’s tits, with the same inflection of someone trying to sell you some new boots. It did not strike her as odd to be selling her friends like this. For, of course, they were not her friends. They were her creations! And she knew a doll’s greatest purpose was to be owned and used.

“Yes, I can see that. May I?” Adrian asked, playing along with Constance’s mundane tone.

“Of course!” Constance stepped aside and allowed Adrian to grope Hilda’s chest. “If I may, I am quite fond of this one, and have received many positive reviews from customers in the past. She is quite versatile, and you can use her however you’d like!”

Hilda did not move a muscle as Adrian continued to touch and inspect her, with all the disinterest of a man looking to buy a new horse. Somehow, his apathy only made Hilda even hornier, but she did not let it show. Because of course, she was a doll. And with any luck, soon this buyer would be using her however he’d like!

“So, shall we discuss the price?” Constance asked confidently.

“Perhaps…” Adrian said, pulling his hand away. “But first, I’d like to see what else you have in stock.”

“Oh, but of course!” Constance said jovially. “Browse all you’d like! I’d have for you to walk out of here without feeling 100% satisfied! Perhaps you’d be more interested in my next offering.”

Next in line was Leonie, standing just as stock-still as the rest.

“As you can see, this one is suited to those looking for a more athletic build,” Constance explained. “Take note of the excellent muscle definition. I am particularly fond of the toned abdominals, if I do say so myself!”

Constance gave Adrian a knowing wink as she ran her fingers down Leonie’s abs.

“Yes, I can certainly see why,” Adrian agreed.

“Of course, perhaps there is another muscle group that is more to your liking,” Constance continued her sales pitch, turning Leonie around and grabbing her firm ass. “Perfect for those who enjoy spanking for rear sex! Oh, and of course, the accessory is included,” Constance added, motioning to the leash and collar that Leonie still wore.

Just like Hilda, Leonie did not flinch for a moment. Not as another girl grabbed her ass. Not as she offered her up to be used for ‘rear sex’. And not under the evaluating gaze of her potential buyer. She simply existed, her life as a doll taking root in her mind.

“This next one is perhaps my favorite,” Constance continued to Marianne. “Her body is simply divine! Her soft, elegant curves, gorgeous face, and a very generous chest!”

Adrian nearly reached out to stop Constance from touching Marianne, but wasn’t quick enough as she took one of Marianne’s weighty tits in her hand and gently squeezed it through her fingers. He still wasn’t sure how comfortable Marianne would be with a lot of this stuff, and didn’t want to push her too far. But Marianne did not flinch. For she was a doll. And dolls did not worry about people touching their boobs. That was their purpose, was it not. No, the only thing Marianne found herself thinking was how Constance said she was her ‘favorite’. Could that be true? Or was she just saying it to make a sale?

“Their feeling is beyond comparison!” Constance said as she continued to play with Marianne’s chest, making it harder and harder for her to believe that Constance wasn’t being genuine. “Oh so soft, like a pair of voluptuous clouds! Why, I could bury my face in them all day! And of course, they could be all your, for the right price!”

“Tempting,” Adrian said. “How about this next one?”

“Ah, yes!” Constance said, moving to Hapi. She was the first girl to still be fully clothed. “I must admit, I have quite a bit of personal experience with this one, and I can guarantee that she will bring you unimaginable pleasure! Very easy to use and manipulate however you want. Oh, but of course, I take it you would like to see her without this clothing on first, would you not?”

It took everything in Hapi to maintain her doll facade and not let out a moan on the spot. Constance was being truthful, she and Hapi were… friends with benefits, in a way. A lot of benefits. And while Constance had only recently realized she was not the dom she had thought very recently, Hapi was a sub through and through, and she was proud of it. Hearing Constance talk about her so crassly, as an object to bring pleasure… the way she offered to undress her in front of this man without even asking her… it was turning her on like she couldn’t describe.

“Yes, of course,” Adrian simply answered.

“Splendid!” Constance said, moving to stand behind Hapi. She took no care to undress Hapi in a dignified or graceful manor, she simply worked to show her customer the “goods” as quickly as possible. Hapi was wearing a typical Hapi getup; a light grey jacket over a purple crop top, a matching grey skirt, and tall black boots. Constance wasted no time pulling Hapi’s jacket off, revealing more of her smooth, dark skin beneath.

“Put this away, doll,” Constance said dismissively as she tossed the jacket to Hilda, instinctively knowing that was her job. But she did not pay Hilda another seconds thought as she quickly moved Hapi’s arms up and watched them stay there, just like a poseable doll. She took the hem of Hapi’s shirt and pulled it up, messing up her flaming red hair a bit as it fell on her now-bare shoulders, framing her perky breasts. Evidently, she had not worn a bra tonight.

Feeling a bit embarrassed that she had not taken the time to properly display all of her dolls before a customer arrived, Constance roughly grabbed Hapi’s skirt and panties together and pulled them down in one smooth motion. She pulled the out from Hapi’s feet and tossed them to Hilda to be put away.

“And the boots as well?” Constance asked, slightly out of breath from the haste with which she had undressed her friend.

“No, that’s alright, I can see enough,” Adrian said. A part of him wanted to watch Constance struggle to get the tall black boots off of a completely immobile Hapi, but an even bigger part of him was eager to get on with the show.

Hapi watched as Adrian’s eyes raked up and down her (nearly) naked body, and felt her pussy twitch. God, this was so hot! Unlike Constance, she couldn’t be bothered to come up with a whole backstory in her mind to justify why she was a doll. But she was damn glad she was. She really hoped this man bought her, took her home, tore her boots off himself, and used her however he damn well pleased! But, of course, that was not her decision to make. And at the same time, she wouldn’t mind sticking around and letting Constance have some more fun with her, either.

“And would you like to see the last one undressed as well?” Constance continued, moving to stand by the motionless Dorothea.

“Actually,” Adrian said, “there was one other doll I was interested in seeing, first…”

“Oh?” Constance asked, a bit confused. “I am afraid these are the only dolls I currently have, though of course, if you would like me to make another, I most certainly can!”

“After hearing all your wonderful pitches,” Adrian said, a slight sly grin creeping across his face, “I’ve come to realize that I’d very much like to have you as my doll.”

“Me?” Constance said, blushing furiously.

“But of course, I’d like to see the full merchandise before I make any purchases,” Adrian said, eyeing her.

There were a number of things that Constance probably should have felt in this moment. Offended that he did not pick any of her other dolls. Put off at the idea that he wanted to buy her. Afraid of the prospect of becoming a mindless doll. But she felt none of those things. Oddly, the first thing she thought was that, well, she’d had a good run as a person. But the customer was always right.

“Yes, of course,” she said meekly. “You may see as much as you’d like.”

Constance had chosen to wear a somewhat formal white and grey dress befitting a noblewoman such as herself. She thought it looked quite nice, though of course, she understood that the customer needed to properly see what was beneath before making any purchases. So, she spun around, undid the clasps holding it up in the back, and let it fall to the floor, revealing a matching set of lacy black underwear beneath.

As Constance undressed, she found herself contemplating what life as a doll would be like. She had dedicated her life to the art of doll crafting because she wanted to bring people joy and pleasure. (At least, that’s how her hypnotized mind rationalized it.) And what better way to do that than to become a doll herself? Something to bring this man pleasure. It didn’t seem that bad, now that she thought about it. Being a doll. Her others always seemed so happy. At least, that’s how she pictured them in her head. They never really displayed any sort of emotion. And soon, she wouldn’t have to worry about that, either.

Perhaps that is what drew her to doll making in the first place. Deep down, she always wanted to make herself into a doll. Yes, that seemed right. As Constance removed her bra and tossed it aside, she only found herself wondering how she could not have realized this sooner. The feeling of this potential buyer’s eyes on her tits. The thought of this stranger (at least in her mind) playing with them as rough as he’d like. It just seemed right. Maybe that’s why her panties were so damp, a string of arousal sticking to them as she pulled the down her legs. As she kicked the last of her clothing aside, her pink haired doll robotically walked over to them, folded her dress, bra, and panties in a neat pile, and placed them in the cabinet at the back of the room, before returning dutifully to her post. Constance found this behavior quite odd. She didn’t know dolls could act without the direct command of their owner, which at this point was still her. But she didn’t question it much beyond that. Clearly she still had much to learn about being a doll.

“Yes, quite nice,” Adrian said, stepping closer. “Nice, smooth skin, firm tits, the perfect size for squeezing, and a fine ass, too. I think you will make the perfect addition to my collection.”

“Thank you, Master…” Constance breathed, breath hitching as he traced a finger along her skin.

“Of course, once you’re my doll, you won’t be able to run this store anymore…” Adrian said with a mischievous grin. “So, I think I’ll take the whole lot. Free of charge, of course.”

“Yes, that seems- Ah! very fair!” Constance said, her voice trembling with want as she felt his finger graze her nipple. She was growing desperate. Desperate to be rid of these thoughts, this freedom. Desperate to begin her life as a doll.

“Of course it is,” Adrian said, playing up his role as the domineering customer about to take them all for himself. “When I snap my fingers, Constance, you will become another one of my dolls.”

And without waiting for a response, without giving her any time to prepare, Adrian snapped his fingers. Like someone snuffing out a candle, Constance felt her mind instantly shut off and her body go rigid. She was no longer Constance, the doll maker. Nor was she Constance the student. She was an inanimate object. Nothing more.

“There, isn’t that much better?” Adrian said, looking at his ‘collection’. “It feels so good to be a mindless doll. It makes you so horny, thinking about being owned. Being used like a sex doll. Because that’s all you are now. Feel that pleasure building, rising in you, making you feel so good, so horny, but always unable to cum without my command.”

All 7 girls stood stock-still, letting their Master’s words wash over them, growing hornier by the second, just as he commanded. Hilda found herself desperately yearning to be bent over the nearest desk and tucked from behind while everyone watched. Byleth was approaching her new reality as a doll the same way she approached everything in life; with pragmatic determination. If a doll’s job was to be used as an object, then she would be the best doll Master had ever owned. And if there was anything stronger than Byleth’s drive for success, it was Leonie’s drive to show her up. She would bring this man, her owner, more pleasure than he could possibly imagine. Marianne felt no shame in standing naked in front of her peers. No, she felt more free than she ever had before, finally having a clearly defined purpose. And, bolstered by Constance’s flattering words about her body, one she thought she could be quite good at. Hapi was trying desperately to stop herself from shuddering with want. She had done some degradation and objectifying stuff with Constance before, but this was taking things to a whole new level. And speaking of which, Constance was thinking of nothing at all. For of course, she was the expert on dolls, and knew that they did not think for themselves. Instead, she let her Master’s words echo around in her empty mind. It did feel good to be a mindless doll. The thought of being used like a sex doll did make her horny. Of course these things were true, for her Master had spoken them.

And at the end of the line stood Dorothea. The only girl still clothed. And it was about time to remedy that.

“And now, I want you all to allow yourselves to fall back into a trance,” Adrian commanded them, and watched their posture slacken while still on their feet. “Feel your mind become empty and open once again, ready to receive its new programming.”

Adrian knew the fact that she had been made to wait so long would probably drive Dorothea wild. So, of course, that gave him the perfect opportunity to mess with her a bit more!

“The next time I snap my fingers, you will all wake up feeling like your normal selves. You will no longer be my dolls, you will be free to move and act however you’d like. Dorothea, when you wake up, you will find it very odd that everyone else is naked. You will not understand why they have done it, or why they all seem totally okay with it. I’d like the rest of you to try and gaslight Dorothea, make her think that she is the weird one for having clothes on. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master,” they all chanted in unison.

“Good girls,” Adrian praised them, before snapping his fingers once again.

Like she had so often before, Dorothea opened her eyes and found she wasn’t quite sure where she was or how she got there. A fact that probably should have concerned her greatly, except she found she was unable to pay it much thought. Or perhaps she was simply too distracted by something else…

She was in a room with a couple of girls, some she knew well, and some only in passing. And they were all completely naked! Fellow students like Hilda, Leonie, Constance and Hapi, the school professor Bylety, even the notoriously reserved Marianne was looking around innocently, no clothes in sight! The only other person in the room with clothes on was Adrian, sitting behind the teachers desk watching the scene unfold. Somehow, she didn’t think to question his presence, either.

Dorothea quickly looked down, and was relieved to see that at least she was still wearing her simple maroon dress. But what on earth was going on here? And why were they all looking at her like that?

“Um, hey, Thea? What are you wearing?” Hilda whispered to her in the same tone you might let someone know they’d spilled something on their shirt, like she was quietly trying to spare her the embarrassment of some social faux pas.

“My clothes?” Dorothea responded incredulously. “Why aren’t you?””

“Why aren’t I wearing clothes?” Hilda repeated, as if the very question was preposterous.

“Yes!” Dorothea said through gritted teeth, feeling thoroughly perplexed. “We’re in public, you know!”

“Yeah… and?” Hilda asked, looking around to the other girls to see if they had any idea what Dorothea was getting on about.

Dorothea stammered, unable to form words. Why was everyone acting so normal about this?

“Ms. Dorothea, if I may,” Constance said in the most polite and haughty tone she could muster, “I understand that you are not of noble birth, as I, and may not have a complete grasp on matters of etiquette. So please, accept this as a gift, and not a judgement, it is quite improper to dress in such a manner.”

“Dress in such a manner?” Dorothea repeated, “What, you mean, at all?”

“Precisely!” Constance said with a wide smile. “Of course, I can forgive your ignorance this once, if you would simply remove your clothing with haste.”

“What? No, I’m… I’m not taking off my clothes!” Dorothea stammered.

“Aww, come on, Thea!” Hapi interjected. “Clothes are so last year, everybody knows that!”

It was odd. On any other day, Dorothea probably would have seen waking up in a room full of beautiful, naked girls as a dream come true and stripped everything off to join them without a second thought. But it was like there was something in her brain, a voice that she couldn’t quite place, telling her not to. Telling her it would be more fun to play hard to get, in a way. And that part of her brain refused to let her accept that this was all totally normal.

“I… Professor?” Dorothea said, turning to Byleth for help. Surely she could help them see reason! Even if her glorious tits were also out…

“I am afraid I agree with the others,” Byleth said stoically. “I fail to see what is strange about this.”

“Yeah, Dorothea, what’s the holdup?” Leonie chimed in.

Dorothea’s eyes darted around the room in confusion. “Marianne, you’re okay with this, too?”

“Umm… shouldn’t I be?” Marianne said in her usual small voice. “Everyone else is doing it.”

Well, it was official. Everyone else had gone crazy except for her. She was standing in a room with six naked girls who had all completely lost their minds.

“Come on, Thea,” Hilda said encouragingly. “It’s not weird, you know! Everyone’s doing it! Why not get this silly thing off?”

“I don’t know what’s going on here,” Dorothea said, taking a step back, but you’re all crazy!”

“Ha! But surely you can see that logic is quite flawed!” Constance said. “After all, the six of us are in agreement. Is it not more likely that you are the one acting strangely?”

“I… no…” Dorothea said, though far less confident than she had been a moment ago. Could that be true? Was she the weird one for not being naked? But it just seemed so strange…

“But… Why? Why would this be a thing, all of a sudden? And why wouldn’t I have heard about it before?” The logical side of Dorothea’s mind was still winning out. No, this simply could not make sense.

“Studies have shown that there are a number of benefits to being naked,” Byleth said, with the same dry tone she used to deliver her lectures. “Clothes can limit the skin’s ability to absorb light and other important nutrients from the environment. It has also been shown to increase camaraderie and trust in new groups, such as this new house of ours.”

“That’s fancy talk for ‘we’ll like each other more if we can stare at each other’s tits,” Hapi cut in.

Dorothea supposed that did make some sort of sense, in a way… She wasn’t sure about the whole ‘absorbing nutrients’ thing, but everyone certainly seemed confident that being naked was the right thing to do… was she the crazy one?

“I… I don’t understand…” Dorothea said, sounding less and less confident as time went on.

“Who said you had to understand?” Hilda said in a low, sensual tone that made Dorothea shudder. Clearly she had opted to change tactics a bit. “Not everything needs to make sense! Not when it feels so good. That’s what all of us have learned. What our Master has shown us…”

“Who?” Dorothea asked. Something about their ‘Master’ did ring a bell, like it were some core truth hidden deep within her, but she couldn’t quite place her finger on it.

“Come now, Ms. Dorothea,” Constance chimed in, matching Hilda’s lustful tone. “Why deny yourself the pleasure and freedom of nudity? The carnal joy of being in your true form, as time has molded us to be? Do we not seem happier this way?”

Dorothea supposed they did…

“Yeah, come on, Dorothea!” Leonie piled on yet more guilt. “That dress is holding you back!”

“I… I quite agree…” Marianne chimed in, in a very small voice.

“Um… I suppose, it couldn’t hurt to try… at least for a little while…” Dorothea was running out of excuses to say no.

“Just get them off, nice and quick!” Hapi suggested. “Like ripping off a bandage! You’re all up in your head, making it seem weirder than it is!”

“Ok, fine!” Dorothea finally relented. In one smooth, and evidently well-practiced motion, Dorothea slid her dress off her shoulders, unclasped her bra, and pulled her panties down, letting them all fall in a heap on the ground.

The second Dorothea’s clothes came off, something in her shifted. She felt a deep sense of satisfaction, of correctness sweep through her body. The feeling of shedding those artificial layers to exist in her true, natural form… it just felt right. She found herself smiling, despite herself.

How could she have been so foolish? How could she have resisted this for so long? A minute ago, the thought of being naked in front of everyone seemed absurd. But now, the opposite seemed quite preposterous.

“See?” Hapi said with a knowing smirk.

“Oh, yeah,” Dorothea breathed as a wave of pleasure washed over her. “You were totally right.”

“But of course we were!” Constance boasted. “Is a Nuvelle ever wrong?”

Dorothea had no idea how to respond to that, but was quickly distracted by Hilda attempting to collect her dress, still bunched up around her feet.

“May I?” the pink-haired girl asked, already clutching Dorothea’s underwear.

“Yes, of course!” Dorothea said, stepping out of her dress. “Lock them away forever!”

Dorothea was feeling so good, so horny and obedient right now, that she couldn’t begin to imagine ever putting them back on. In fact, right about now she planned on being naked for the rest of her life!

“So… now what?” Dorothea asked once Hilda had returned.

“Isn’t it obvious?” Hilda said cheerfully. “Now we all fuck!”

“Not quite yet, you don’t,” Adrian interrupted, reminding them all of his presence as he rose from his chairs. “You’ve all been very good girls for me, getting rid of all those clothes in such fun ways! But I’m afraid you haven’t earned the right to fuck just yet. First, all of you must sleep”

Chapter Text

At Adrian’s command, the girls once again fell back into a trance, this time on their feet. After a lengthy lead-in to the night, all seven of them were finally fully naked, clothes securely locked away, and well-practiced in obedience. It was time to turn things up a notch, and Adrian had just the game in mind to do it!

“I want you all to sit in a circle on the floor up front,” Adrian commanded, and watched as they all mindlessly complied, feeling their bare bottoms on the smooth, slightly cold stone floor of the classroom.

Typically, Adrian would program the girls for whatever he had planned next while they were in a trance, so they wouldn’t know what he had in store for them. However, for this one, he thought it might be better to explain the rules while they were fully awake. Typically, getting programing to stick like this was quite difficult, but he knew his kittens well, and knew they were deep and submissive enough that it wouldn’t be a problem.

“Next we’re going to play a little game of Truth or Dare,” Adrian explained. “I’ll call on each of you one by one, and you get to ask any other girl in the circle to pick. If you say Truth, you will be compelled to answer whatever question they ask you truthfully, and without hesitation. If you pick Dare, you must follow the next command you are given. To make sure everyone gets a turn, you can’t ask someone who’s already been asked that round, but other than that, everything is on the table. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master,” they all said, and Adrian could see a few of them shifting eagerly and looking around at their fellow kittens, no doubt thinking about who they were going to ask and excitedly wondering what they’d be asked to do.

“Good girls,” Adrian praised. “Now, before we get started, would anyone like to sit out?”

After a few moments, Marianne tentatively raised her hand. “Um, would it be okay if I just watched the first round?”

As had become the norm for Marianne thus far, half of her was desperate to play, to take part in what was sure to be a very sexually charged game. And the other half of her was absolutely terrified at the prospect of having to reveal something embarrassing. And currently, the ladder half was winning out.

“Of course,” Adrian assured her. “Sit out for the first round and see what it’s like. After that, if you want to join in, you can. If not, no pressure. Do whatever you think will be more fun.”

“Thank you, master…” Marianne said, blushing deeply.

A few girls were definitely secretly disappointed that Marianne wasn’t playing the first round. Hilda, for one, was desperately curious to get some secrets out of the famously reserved Marianne. But they knew better than to pressure her.

“Now, let’s see,” Adrian said, returning his attention to the other girls in the room. “Hapi, you go first.”

“Ooh, awesome!” Hapi said, already knowing exactly who she was going to ask. “Hilda, Truth or Dare!”

Hapi and Hilda didn’t know each other all too well, which is perhaps why Hapi was so eager to ask her. That, and she thought Hilda was super hot.

“Umm, let’s go… Truth!” Hilda said. Her love of obedience and submission made her tempted to say Dare to see what Hapi would make her do, but right now the prospect of forcefully revealing some secret seemed a bit more exciting.

“Okay, great!” Hapi said, clearly getting the answer she was hoping for. “You’re a seasoned hypnos…ee, at this point. What’s you’re favorite thing that Master’s made you do? I was some ideas!”

“The first time he hypnotized me, he did this awesome thing where everything he touched felt amazing!” Hilda immediately launched into the story without hesitation. “My elbow, my forehead, everything felt like he was touching my pussy! He touched me all over and let the pleasure build and build, but of course I wasn’t allowed to cum without permission! And when he finally let me, oh… It was like my whole brain stopped working! I couldn’t think, I couldn’t talk, all I could do was cum!”

Hilda shuddered as she lost herself in the memory. It was that orgasm that very well nay have cemented her obsession, even addiction to hypnosis. And she would never forget it.

“Woah, that sounds awesome, I gotta try that sometime!” Hapi said, with a tingle of well-meaning jealousy in her voice as she tried to imagine it.

“Oh yeah, it was,” Hilda said, before suddenly saying “Ooh, wait! I just remembered something else! There was one time he made he his slave, which I guess he does a lot, but this time he was really getting into it, calling me all sorts of names, using me like property, and making me suck him off, which was pretty great, too! And there was this one time where I stayed the whole night, and he controlled my dreams!”

“Your dreams?” Constance said, failing to hide her sudden peaked interest.

“Oh yeah!” Hilda said, thinking back, “It was crazy, like he was in control of the whole world! I was the Monastery's private sex pet. And come to think of it, you all were there, too!”

“In control of the whole world…” Byleth mused. She tried to make it seem like she was merely academically interested. In truth, the thought of her Master being in control of her entire reality itself… seemed like something she must try.

Hilda rattled off these stories one after another, without a hint of embarrassment. When she had first started experimenting with hypnosis, she had been a bit embarrassed to talk to others about her experience, worrying that they might think less of her. But in this group, it was clear that her extreme submission was not something to be ashamed of, it was something to aspire to. She doubted that she even needed Adrian’s hypnotic suggestions to answer Hapi’s question truthfully. Though, of course, it didn’t hurt!

The other girls listened to her tales with rapped attention. Dorothea recalled the time that she and Hilda had been slaves together, and wished she had gotten to go as far as Hilda had. But then again, she supposed she very well may get the chance to later tonight! Leonie was stunned that Hilda would admit these things so easily, having been very embarrassed about her own hypnosis fetish for some time now. Would that be her in a few moments, too?

And Marianne, sitting outside the circle, could feel her skin growing hot as she got stuck on one thing Hilda had said. That they were all in her dream. Did that include… her, as well? Had Marianne played a part in Hilda’s sex dream? Just has Hilda had been in so many of her own? No, that couldn’t be true!

“Excelent, Hilda,” Adrian said, glad she had set a good example for the rest of them. “Why don’t you ask next?”

“Okay! Byleth, Truth or Dare!” Hilda turned to her professor eagerly. Her first choice probably would have been Marianne, just for the rare opportunity to get her to open up about literally anything. But seeing as she was sitting out, she also had a question she’d been dying to ask her professor for some time now.

“Dare.” Byleth answered after a short deliberation, much to Hilda’s dismay. She had been hoping to ask Byleth a question, but she supposed she could think of something fun for this, too.

“Umm, okay, let’s see…” Hilda said, eyeing her naked teacher as she thought. “Get on your hands and knees and let me sit on you for the rest of the round!”

Without any words or a hint of emotion on her face to betray how she felt about this command, Byleth rose from the ground and bent down on her hands and knees. Hilda eagerly bounded over and gingerly placed her ass on Byleth’s muscular bare back. Being the strong warrior that she was, Byleth didn’t flinch for a moment under the weight.

“There you go!” Hilda said, patting Byeth on the head. “You said you didn’t want to be our professor for the night, so now you can be by chair!”

Byleth again did not react. She simply stood there on her hands and knees, feeling Hilda’s warm ass on the middle of her back. She felt no shame in being used or objectified in such a way. Ever pragmatic, she simply appreciated the purpose.

“Okay, Constance, you’re next,” Adrian said, allowing Hilda to sit proudly on Byleth.

“Ah, yes, very good!” Constance said in her typical haughty tone. “Ms. Dorothea, Truth or Dare?”

 

“Let’s say Truth,” Dorothea answered. While she liked obedience from time to time, she was always more of a socialite and a people person, and Truth seemed far more interesting to her.

“Very well. You were a songstress in the opera quite recently, yes?” Constance asked, before quickly catching herself. “That was not my question, simply a clarification!”

“Yes, I was,” Dorothea answered with a smile, before allowing Constance to continue. She didn’t intent to worm her way out of any questions on a technicality.

“Very good,” Constance said gratefully. “I understand that show business can be quite risque at times. What was the naughtiest thing you ever did, during a show or otherwise?”

Dorothea smiled as an answer immediately popped into her mind. A story that she had planned on taking to her grave, that now poured out of her like water from a jug.

“Well, there was a time, about a year ago, when the opera company wasn’t doing very well, and at risk of going under,” Dorothea began to weave her story. “We were looking for any way to bring in a little extra money to keep it alive. And so, Professor Manuella and I had the idea to become prostitutes for a time.”

If she were telling the story completely under her own faculties, she probably would have tried to be a bit more vague about what exactly she and Manuella did to get the extra cash. But thanks to the power of hypnosis and the rules of the game, she spared to expense.

“You and Manuella here whores?” Hapi asked in disbelief.

“And we were pretty damn good ones, too,” Dorothea admitted with a chuckle.

“Wait, wait, this was only a year ago?” Leonie cut in. “Wasn’t Manuella teaching at the academy already?”

“Why, yes she was!” Dorothea said. “And apparently, not very good at managing her salary, because she was very desperate for the extra cash!”

“Did you two work together? Did you ever bone anyone famous? How much money did you make?” Hilda asked rapid fire questions.

“Don’t worry, I’ll get to all that!” Dorothea chuckled. “Besides, I believe Constance is the one asking the questions! Anyway, Manuella and I would sometimes work separately, but a lot of times we’d charge more than double to get us together. And let me tell you, Manuella can be an animal! She scared more than a few men away!”

All the girls giggled at this revelation. All, except for Byleth, still acting as Hilda’s chair, who simply nodded her head knowingly. She’d heard many a story of her coworker’s sexual exploits, often from Manuella herself.

“Most of the guys were random imperial nobles that you probably wouldn’t know,” Dorothea continued to explain. “But one time, Bernadetta’s father, Count Varley, gave a very generous donation, in exchange for our services for an entire weekend. It was enough to save the whole opera, so of course we couldn’t say no! So, he took us back to his estate, and the two of us sucked and fucked him for three days straight. And I won’t lie, as far as prostitution sex went, it was pretty good! Not as good as Master, of course!”

“Thea, I had no idea you were a little scamp!” Hilda said, giggling.

“Well, if you any of you have got the cash, I’d be happy to come out of retirement,” Dorothea said suggestively.

“Oh, I think you’ll all get a first hand demonstration with or without money,” Adrian cut in, knowing what he had planned for the night. “Dorothea, why don’t you go nex?”

“Oh, of course, I would never charge for you, Master,” Dorothea said with a sultry smirk. “Hapi, Truth or Dare?”

“Let’s go… Dare!” Hapi said, secretly hoping this dare would involve getting to experience Dorothea’s talents first hand.

“Okay,” Dorothea said mischievously as an idea popped into her mind. “For the next three days, I dare you to wear something extra sexy and revealing, all day!”

The room erupted into teasing jeers and giggles at the prospect of a dare extending beyond the confines of the session. But to her credit, Hapi did not seem dismayed. If that was her dare, she was going to fulfill it with all the vigor she could. Of course, because she had no other choice.

“Oh, you’re on, Thea!” Hapi said confidently. “I’ve got a whole closet of things that only Coco’s seen that’ll make me the talk of the town!”

“I can’t wait to see it,” Dorothea said, both teasingly and genuinely.

“Excelent,” Adrian said, pleased with the creativity thus far. “Byleth, you’re up next.”

“Very well,” Byleth said, not moving from her spot under Hilda. “Leonie, Truth or Dare.”

“Dare,” Leonie said, without thinking. She had already made up her mind that she would pick Dare every time. She had no problem following commands and the like. But she had a few secrets that she’d rather not share.

Unfortunately, it was one of those very secrets that Byleth was interested in, and she intended to get an answer.

“I dare you to tell us why you enjoy wearing that collar,” Byleth said in a forceful tone that was severely undercut by the fact that she was currently being used as a chair.

“Hey, wait, isn’t that basically a Truth?” Leonie objected, but she quickly found that she had no will or desire to resist the dare once it was given, and the answer came spilling out of her anyway. “I have a pet fetish. That’s what I did when I visited Master the first time. I bought the collar for myself and asked him to turn me into a mindless pet for a little bit.”

“And how did you enjoy it?” Byleth asked. In truth, she wasn’t asking this to try and expose Leonie or embarrass her in front of the group. She was genuinely curious to see if it was something she might enjoy herself. And judging by the reactions of many of those listening, she wasn’t the only one.

“Yeah, it was great,” Leonie admitted, not realizing that she had already completed the Dare, and was technically no longer compelled to answer any questions. “I didn’t have to think or make choices or worry about the future. I was like one of the Monastery dogs, getting free food and pats and…”

Leonie trailed off and suddenly blushed bright red. She had been adamant about keeping that bit a secret for as long as she could. And it seemed that wasn’t nearly as long as she thought. She expected the girls to laugh, for Byleth to use this as proof that she was indeed inferior to her professor. Just a little, helpless pet. Instead, Byleth simply nodded.

“Intrieging. Perhaps we will all need to experience that. It does seem quite enjoyable.”

“I- what? Oh, un, yeah, I guess, maybe” Leonie spluttered. Had Byelth, her eternal rival, the woman she was determined to best in any and everything, really just said that?

“Oh don’t you two worry,” Adiran said with a smirk, gesturing to the bag of toys and props he had brought along. “I’m sure there’ll be time for that tonight. Now, Leonie, I believe you are the last to go.”

“Oh, uh, right,” Leonie said, nervously fingering the collar around her neck. “Um, I guess Constance is the only one who hasn’t been asked anything yet?”

“That is indeed correct,” Constance said, meeting Leonie’s gaze with a hint of a challenge in her eyes.

“Okay then… Truth or Dare?”

“Truth,” Constance said confidently.

“Uh, alright…” Leonie didn’t really know what to say. She’d never played a game like this before, and didn’t know Constance well at all. “Have you… ever cheated on a test?”

“Oh, come on,” Hilda protested from her perch atop Byleth, “You gotta ask something sexier than that! A test?”

“Hey, it’s an honest question!” Leonie tried to defend herself.

“No, Hilda’s right,” Hapi interrupted. “You’ve got the opportunity to make Constance Von Nuvelle answer any question honestly, and that’s what you want to know?”

“Well, I mean, she’s the smart one, right? I thought it was a good one!” In truth, Leonie hadn’t considered asking anything more sexy. She didn’t really have anything she wanted to know about Constance in that regard.

“If you must know,” Constance said, interrupting the arguing. “Yes, I have. I had stayed up quite late the night before working on an experimental new spell to make things grow and shink and neglected to properly study. So, I used my new spell to shrink my notes sheet and sneak it into the testing room.”

“See, that was pretty juicy!” Leonie tried to justify her question.

“However,” Constance interrupted her, “In the spirit of the game, I must agree with the others, and insist that you ask me a more personal question.”

Leonie was suddenly bombarded with jeers and pleas, begging her to give Constance something better. She looked to Adrian for help, but he offered her no help.

“Alright, fine!” Leonie finally relented. “Uh, I don’t know. What’s your biggest sexual fantasy?”

Leonie wasn’t sure why she had asked that in particular. Maybe it was because they were just talking about her fetish, and it was on the mind. In truth, she wasn’t really all that concerned with Constance’s own fantasies. She only asked it to satisfy the others. What she didn’t know is that she was talking to Constance Von Nuvelle, and that question in particular would open up a massive can of worms.

“I desire the deepest form of mental submission and domination.” As Constance began to answer, her tone shifted slightly, sounding more monotone and robotic. Almost as if her proud, conscious mind had attempted to resist complying with the dare, and her subconscious immediately assumed control. “In my first session I challenged Master to mentally break me, and he succeeded in a spectacular fashion. He was able to reduce me to a mindless, sex obsessed husk with no will or desire of my own. My mind and body belonged entirely to him. I was simply a vessel to be used and fucked. And I know that, should he say the world, hypnotic trance or not, he could instantly return me to that state at a moment's notice. The fragility of my own self control brings me an immense amount of excitement and pleasure, and my greatest fantasy is to be used and dominated by my master whenever it is convenient for him, and preferably when it is least convenient for me.”

“Oh,” was all Leonie could say as she felt her face blush profusely.

“Damn, Coco, I knew you were a secret sub, but I didn’t know it went that deep!” Hapi said mirthfully. “Good question, Leonie!”

The others were fully stunned by this new revelation. They could guess, based on the fact that she had agreed to come here in the first place, that she had at least somewhat of a submissive side. But she was always so brash and confident that it was hard to imagine. But now they could see that was all merely a facade, a shell covering the truly depraved submissive underneath. Dorothea found herself suddenly deeply interested in getting to know the real Constance a bit more.

Constance could not muster a response. Her face turned a deep red as her full faculties seemed to return to her. She couldn’t tell if she should feel embarrassed or incredibly aroused at revealing this to the group. So she settled on both.

“Alright, that was a great first round!” Adrian said from his chair outside the circle.

“Aww, I guess that means our time is up!” Hilda pouted, getting off of Byleth’s back and returning to her spot between Dorothea and Leonie. “You were an excellent chair, Byleth!”

“The pleasure was all mine,” Byleth said, without a hint of emotion on her face to betray how literal she meant by ‘pleasure’.

“Marianne, would you like to join in, or keep watching? Either is fine,” Andrian said gently, turning his attention to the shy blue-haired girl sitting on the outside of the circle.

Marianne paused for a few seconds as her fear and desire waged war inside of her. Of course, the repressed sexual side of her wanted nothing more than to jump in a game with six other beautiful, naked women. But what if they asked her something embarrassing? What if she messed up a dare? What if she asked a dumb question, and they all laughed at her? No, she decided. It was much safer to just watch from the sides, no matter how much she wanted to play.

“Um… yes, I’ll join.”

The words seemed to come out of Marianne without her input. Not as if they were compelled out of her though hypnosis, she was very familiar with what that felt like. It was more like the hormones running rampant through her body had intercepted the message on its way from her brain to her mouth and changed it for her. She barely registered what she had said herself, and the next thing she knew the whole room was looking at her expectantly.

Immediately she began to panic. She hadn’t prepared for this! Who would she ask? What would she ask? Her mind immediately went to Hilda. She was just sitting there. Completely naked. Unable to resist answering any question, or doing anything she said. It would be so easy. She could feel her chest. She could make Hilda touch her. Even something as simple as a kiss.

Just ask her! A voice in her mind urged, pleaded. Everything she had hoped for, dreamed about. It was sitting right in front of her. She locked eyes for a single second with Hilda, felt her stomach drop, and quickly looked away.

“Um… Dorothea!” In her panic Marianne averted her eyes and blurted out the first other person she saw, sitting to Hilda’s left. She felt a sense of disappointment well up inside of her. She’d chickened out. Just like she always did.

“Truth,” Dorothea said, giving Marianne an encouraging smile.

“Um…” Marianne felt as if Adrian had emptied her brain again. She couldn’t think of a single question. “I… don’t know what to ask.”

“It can be anything,” Dorothea said warmly. She knew this was all well outside of Marianne’s wheelhouse, and would never judge her for being a bit nervous. “Something personal, a bit of gossip, just a thing you’re curious about. Don’t worry, we won’t make you ask something sexual like we did with Leonie if you don’t want to.”

Marianne looked up and met Dorothea’s eyes, and smiled, silently grateful for her grace and patience. She took a deep breath and began to think. “Um, okay… gossip… Do you know of any girls who are dating other… girls… or maybe looking to…”

Marianne trailed off as her face flushed a deep red. She couldn’t believe she’d asked that! Like the last time, it had just poured out of her. She meant to ask if there were any secret romances around the monastery. Not that she really cared, it just seemed like the most gossipy thing to ask. But she supposed somewhere along the way her desire to know if any girls were dating other girls, or more specifically not dating other girls as sort of crept in. She was never good at picking up on that sort of thing. But she didn’t mean to ask it out loud! She could barely bring herself to meet Dorothea’s eyes, sure she would find a judgemental stare. But she didn’t.

“Looking to see who’s on the market?” Dorothea said with just the slightest amount of teasing to put Marianne a bit at ease. “Well, I’m willing to bet almost everyone here is down to get down! Other than that, Edie’s been on a few dates with some girls in town, but I don’t think any ended terribly well. She can be a bit… cold, at first. I think Bernie is too, if she would ever come out of her room to talk to anyone. I’m not too sure about the Blue Lions kids, but I’ve always got a vibe from Ingrid. I’ll ask and let you know! Oh, and I’m almost positive that Catherine and Shamir are hooking up on the side, but they’re probably a little too old for you, anyway.”

“Ooh, Catherine and Shamir?” Hilda asked. “How do you know?”

“I don’t, it’s just the way they look at each other, you know?” Dorothea spilled the tea. “You can just tell they get up to some freaky stuff!”

“Think they’d want to come to the next Kittens meeting?” Hilda giggled.

Marianne slunk back into the circle as the others continued to gossip about the potential relationship of the two nights, grateful to have the attention drawn off of her. There. She’d asked a question. That wasn’t terrible.

“Alright, Constance, you’re up next,” Adrian said, moving the game along.

Constance had not spoken since she had answered her last truth. A part of her was incredibly turned on at being forced to reveal herself to the group. Of course it was! But at the same time, she was the last member of house Nuvelle! She had to maintain her status somehow! Luckily, a brilliant mind like hers knew just how to claw her way back up. By targeting the only person who might be more submissive than her.

“Hilda Valentine Goneril, I choose you!” she said as strongly as she could.

“Dare!” Hilda said after thinking about it for a moment, and Constance smiled like a fox.

“Lick my pussy,” she said in a commanding tone.

The crowd burst into excited murmurs and giggles. They’d all silently agreed to start a bit slow for the first round, waiting for someone to make the first major move. And Hilda couldn’t be happier that it came at her expense. With a sultry look she got onto her hands and knees and slowly began to crawl across the circle as Constance leaned back and spread her legs, exposing her soaked folds.

Hilda crawled between Constance’s legs, the hypnotic submission egging her on until she came face to face with Constance’s pussy. She gave one sultry look up at Constance as she licked her lips, then opened her mouth and leaned in. She placed her tongue flat against Constance’s pussy and gave one slow, broad lick, savoring the salty juices.

The moment Hilda’s tongue touched her, Constance knew she made a mistake. She had already been feeling quite aroused thanks to the nights events thus far, and this simple contact was enough to make her throw her head back and moan. But she quickly realized that she couldn’t cum without her Master’s command. And she had a feeling that would not come for a while yet. It seemed she had put herself in quite the horny predicament.

Marianne couldn’t tear her wide eyes away from the display. Hilda’s bright pink pigtails between Constance’s legs. Her bare ass sticking up in the air thanks to the position she was forced to assume. She would have given anything to be in Constance’s place. If she had only been brave enough, that could have been her. And it could still be…

Hilda slowly worked her way up Constance’s cunt, savoring every inch of it. When she got to the top she slowly pulled away, leaving Constance aching for more. One light flick of the tip of her tongue across her clit was enough to elicit another wanting moan, before Hilda pulled away, licking the remaining juices off her lips and chin before standing up and taking a bow. The room erupted into applause and cheers as Hilda skipped back to her seat. All except Constance, whose head was still spinning.

“How’d I do?” Hilda asked with a smirk. “Think I’d be able to join Dorothea and Manuella’s business?”

Constance could not muster a response as she felt the pleasure course through her veins and her pussy ache with want. It was safe to say that had not been the power play she thought it would be.

“Hapi, you next,” Adrian said.

“Great! Coco!” Hapi said without thinking, clearly already having an idea in mind.

“...Dare…” Constance managed to say through heavy breaths. She barely registered what her own answer was.

“I dare you,” Hapi said with a very mischievous grin on her face, “to feel sooooo incredibly horny for the rest of the game! AND, you’re not allowed to touch yourself. You just gotta deal with it!”

Constance let out another moan. However horny she already was, it seemed to increase 10 fold. Her entire body suddenly felt like it was filled with hot lava, in the best possible way. Her pussy ached and twitched, yet her hands could not move to give it any release. It was the sweetest possible torture.

The rest of them looked on in mingled amusement, jealousy, and awe as Constance fell flat on her back in a pool of moans and whines and lustful mewls, despite not a soul touching her. After this, it was clear that Constance could never regain the position of dominance and respect that she had once held in this group. Though, respect wasn’t exactly something this group valued.

“Alright, who’s next?” Hapi said with a proud smirk on her face. “And feel free to take your time!”

Constance let out another whine at the notion as the game continued on.

“Leonie, next,” Adrian said, admittedly a bit distracted by Constance himself.

“Okay… Marianne, I guess?” Leonie asked.

“What? Oh, um, truth,” Marianne answered, and once again, immediately regretted her answer. The thing she was terrified of, more than anything, was revealing her secret crush. She’d figured if she always just picked Dare, at least she wouldn’t have to answer any questions. She’d just do whatever they said. But she was so distracted by Constance’s moaning that she’d completely spaced out, and it just slipped out!

“Okay…” Leonie said. “Have you… ever kissed anyone?”

“Oh, um… no.” Marianne admitted in a small voice. This answer didn’t necessarily come as a shock to anyone. In fact, the opposite answer would have been far more scandalous for the timid little Marianne. But it didn’t stop her from blushing even deeper.

“Alright, cool,” Leonie said, not pushing, or really expecting any more elaboration. “And hey, nothing wrong with that.”

“Hilda, why don’t you go next?” Adrian said, knowing Marianne didn’t like the spotlight and quickly moving it away from her.

Hilda had to think for a moment. She had to admit, Marianne’s question had indeed peaked her curiosity. Who could sweet little Marianne be interested in? She was a little disappointed that Leonie had beat her to the punch, but her question would have been basically along the same lines. So she looked around the room at her options. The only people left were Byleth and Leonie. She definitely had another question for her professor, but she’d just asked her last round, so…

“Okay, Leonie, right back at you!” Hilda said brightly.

“Dare,” Leonie said quickly. Her competitive personality basically prohibited her from saying anything else.

“Okay, how about this!” Hilda said, shifting excitedly. “You said last round that you like being a pet. So, for the rest of the game, I dare you to bark instead of speaking!”

“Bark, bark!” was the only response Leonie could offer, and everyone chucked. Except, of course, for Constance, who was still fully distracted.

Adrian was the only one who had heard Leonie’s surprisingly accurate dog bark before. In her last visit, he had given her a similar trigger that any time she tried to speak, she would instead bark. That had certainly been exciting for Leonie, but this one felt a bit different. She was fully aware of why she was barking this time, even if she was equally incapable of forming words.

“Aww, who’s a good girl?” Hilda cood, as if she were talking to a real dog.

“Bark, bark!” Leonie didn’t really know what she was trying to communicate. But she was surprised at how right it felt, as soon as she did it. And she found she wasn’t mad at Hilda for teasing her, like she probably should be. Instead, she was grateful for the excuse to act that way. She hadn’t chosen to do it, it was just a dare! Though she did have to stop herself from immediately getting too into it and start panting and wagging her ass.

The room chuckled at this reaction as the second round began to draw to a close. “Okay Dorothea, you’re the last one up!”

“And it looks like you’re the last one left, Byleth?” Dorothea said with a raised eyebrow. “How lucky am I? Truth or dare?”

“Truth,” Byleth said, deciding to explore the other option.

“How often do you touch yourself?” Dorothea bravely asked the teacher, knowing full well that Byleth’s own students were all wondering it, but maybe too afraid to ask.

“At least once a day, as a part of my morning routine,” Byleth answered stony faced.

“At LEAST?” Hilda asked incredulously.

“I have answered the one question, are follow up’s allowed?” Byleth turned to Adrian, asking in a tone that did not suggest she was looking to get out of it, more that she was earnestly trying to clarify the rules of the game.

“Well, I make the rules, so… yes.” Adiran said. “You have to keep answering until I call on the next person.”

“Of course, Master,” Byleth said, before turning back to Hilda. “Many times I will do a second round before bed to rid myself of any excess energy.”

“How do you do it?” Hapi chimed in, eager to take advantage of the new rule. “Just your fingers, or do you like toys?”

“I often find it challenging to reach orgasm with my fingers alone, due to my high sexual stamina,” Byleth said in an unintentional humble brag. “So I have procured some items to assist. I have a very large… dildo, I believe the term is?”

“Can we see it?” Hilda asked, bursting with excitement at getting to learn all about her professor’s personal life like this.

“Is that not a dare?” Byleth asked Adrian again.

“Show us your dildo,” Adrian commanded with a snap, nearly forgetting that he was in complete control, outside of the bounds of the game.

“Of course, Master,” Byleth said, rising to her feet and striding behind her desk. She pulled open a drawer and pulled out a massive purple rubber dildo, the largest any of them had seen.

“You keep it in your desk?” Hapi asked, stunned. “Wait… Do you use it in your classroom?”

“Yes, I often use it before or after class,” Byleth said. “That is how I was able to help Master soundproof the room so effectively.”

“Wait a second… Professor! You mean to tell me that some times when we all show up to class, you came in that chair just a few minutes ago?”

“Bark!” Leonie chimed in.

“Yes, a few times,” Byleth answered bluntly.

“How many is a few?” Dorothea asked.

“Two or three,” Byleth said with a shrug.

“Oh… that’s not that many,” Hilda said, sounding a little disappointed.

“Is it not?” Byleth asked, sounding a bit confused. “I was under the impression that most people only orgasm once per session?”

The room was silent for a few seconds as everyone processed what she just said.

“Wait, you cum on that dildo two or three times in a row before class?” Hilda said, eyes wide in disbelief.

“That is correct,” Byleth said to the stunned crowd. “As I said, I have supremely high sexual stamina, and require a lot of stimulation.”

It was a testament to how great a revelation this was that no one was paying attention to Constance, still whimpering to herself, the vision of Byleth fucking herself on a massice dildo only adding to her arousal.

“Give us a demonstration,” Adrian commanded with a snap.

“Of course, Master,” Byleth said, rising to her feet. She took the chair from behind her desk and moved it to the front so everyone could see. Then, she took the fat purple dildo in one hand and, in an evidently familiar and well-practiced motion, plunged the full length of it into her pussy. She simply grunted as it filled her, and she wasted no time setting a blisteringly-fast pace, sliding it in and out of her with reckless abandon.

Hilda’s mouth fell open as she watched her professor ravage own pussy with the toy. She doubted she would last more than a few seconds at this rate, and yet Byleth pressed on with no signs of slowing down, grunting and growling like an animal in heat. Hapi whooped and cheered her on, and even Constance managed to make room in her lust-filled brain to watch. Leonie, of course, could only bark, but internally couldn’t help but see this as a challenge. And one she wasn’t sure she could like up to.

Marianne, who did not have much experience with self-pleasure, was momentarily terrified that this is what she was supposed to be doing, too, but was relieved to see that everyone else was just as shocked and impressed as she. Clearly, this was not normal. And Dorothea couldn’t have possibly imagined that her question would lead to this, but she was sure glad it did!

“Are you going to let her cum?” Hilda asked Adrian, eyes transfixed by the large purple dildo sliding in and out of the grunting Byleth, who could indeed feel an orgasm rising up inside her.

“No, not yet,” Adrian said, to Byleth’s slight dismay. “I’ll let her go a little while longer, but I know she can take it.”

True to his word, Adrian watched with the others as Byleth played with herself (though ‘play’ did not seem like the right word). Knowing that this would never result in an orgasm, Byleth may have been tempted to slow down a bit and spare herself the ache and desire. But she was asked to give an honest demonstration. And in real life, she chased an orgasm with the same vigor and intensity that a tiger chases its prey. And so she pressed on, blinding her senses with the toy. Like everything she did, Byleth was quite quiet. It was rare that she audibly moaned or whined like Constanc was still doing on the floor, but that was not a mark against the pleasure she was feeling. She kept it bundled up inside, letting it build and build until it burst. Only this time, it would never burst. But she had to keep going, even if she was past the point where she would usually cum.

Adrian let her continue until she had fully dulled her senses from pure, primal lust. She could no longer see or think or hear, only feel the toy thrusting in and out of her. It was a true testament to her Master’s control over her that his next command was able to cut through all of that.

“That’s enough. Take a rest.”

Byleth slowly pulled the dildo out, dripping from sweat. The rest of the room burst into applause at this feat of stamina. After seeing that, Hilda sincerely doubted she would ever be able to think straight in class again.

As Byleth returned to her seat on the floor, the second round drew to a close, and already they had come so far. Constance was a moaning mess on the ground, being consumed by pleasure like a swarm of insects. Leonie was barking and yipping to herself, no longer able to speak. Hapi had a trigger in her mind to dress extra slutty for the next few days, and Marianne was trying her best to work up the courage to ask Hilda, well, anything, really. And there was still one round left to go.

Chapter Text

With just one round left to go, everyone was excitedly thinking about who they were going to ask, and what. Marianne was still trying to summon the nerve to ask Hilda. But what would she say? Dorothea, on the other hand, didn’t much care who was still left when it came her turn to ask. Based on what she’d seen so far, it was bound to be good either way! And Constance, admittedly, wasn’t thinking much of anything, still overwhelmed with pleasure and lust that she was powerless to stop. Which made her the perfect target.

“Constance, you’re next. It’s a new round, so pick whoever you want,” Adrian wouldn’t lie, he was curious to see how Constance would react to the game in this state.

“Hapi,” Constance breathed.

“Dare,” Hapi said with a knowing smirk.

Constance and Hapi were no strangers to one another, especially in bed. They knew each others likes and tendencies perhaps better than their own. Right now, Constance was in desperate need. Her pussy was twitching and aching with want, desperate for some form of release that she could not give herself. No matter that Hapi was the one who did this to her, she needed someone to say ‘Dare’, and knew that her friend would come through. And Hapi already knew exactly what that dare was going to be.

“Fuck me!” was all Constance could manage through another lustful moan.

Hapi needed no further encouragement or elaboration. She sprang across the circle and dove head first between Constance’s spread legs. There was no slow teasing or savoring licks like Hilda had done moments ago. Hapi eagerly gobbled the dripping pussy in front of her with her entire mouth, which only sent Constance further into the throes of pleasure. She threw hear head back and wailed in ecstasy, roughly grabbing her tits with one hand while grabbing a fistful of Hapi’s flaming red hair to hold her in place with the other.

This was far from the first time Hapi had eaten Coco out. That much was evident to the group. Watching two experienced lovers go at it in perfect harmony was truly a sight to behold. Marianne found herself taking mental notes. Hilda was enraptured. She’s eaten pussy once before, in her joint hypnosis session with Dorothea, but she had never been on the receiving end from another woman. But based on what she was seeing, she was desperate to try! Even Dorothea, who herself had a lot of experience on both sides of this area, was impressed with Hapi’s vigor, and Constance’s ability to take it.

However, something about this time felt different to Hapi. Perhaps it was knowing that it was her dare that had brought Coco to this place to begin with. Perhaps it was the audience watching her ass wriggle back and forth between Constance’s legs like an excited puppy or Leonie. Or maybe it was knowing that Constance would never be able to cum without their Master’s permission, which they both knew was not coming soon. She was free to feast as long as she wanted.

“Oh, fuck, Hapi, yes!” Constance breathed, and felt a hum of a pleased response on her pussy. Perhaps this was a mistake, to allow herself to feel this much pleasure with no release in sight. But right now, she couldn’t possibly care.

“You two keep going,” Adrian instructed, realizing that ‘fuck me’ didn’t have a definitive end point, at least not without his say. So he decided it would be best to let them continue for the rest of the game, if for no other reason than to give the rest of them an extra show. “Byleth, you’re next.”

“Very well. Marianne. Truth or Dare?” Byleth said calmly.

“Oh!” Marianne felt her heart drop as her professor turned her gaze on her. She’d been so distracted by Constance (once again,) that did didn’t have time to prepare herself! But she was able to recall her earlier faux pas just in time to give what she felt was the safer answer. “Um… dare.”

“Very well,” Byleth said, “I have noticed that you tend to be quite fixated on my chest during class.”

Marianne felt her blood run cold. Of course, it was true, but what on earth did she have to say it in front of everyone? She’d picked dare explicitly to avoid this sort of embarrassment! She closed her eyes, not wanting to face the half-hidden snickers and judgemental laughs of her peers.

“Amen, sister! Aren’t we all!” Hapi said, who had come up for a bit of air and was now three fingers deep in Constance.

And aside from that… there was no reaction. As Marianne slowly opened her eyes, she saw no teasing smirks. Nothing but a few knowing nods. So they… weren’t going to make fun of her?

“Since my previous experience with Master,” Byleth continued, ignoring the interruption, “I have taken to studying hypnosis from a theoretical perspective. And in my readings I came across a rather interesting concept that I would like to try with you. I was not able to find any official nomenclature, but in crude terms it has been referred to as ‘Titnosis’.”

This comment did earn a fair share of giggles as people wondered what kinky library book Byleth possibly could have found such a term in. That, and the fact that Byleth’s enjoyment of hypnosis clearly went beyond a simple ‘academic curiosity’, if she was seeking out such things in her spare time. On top of the dildo display they had just witnessed, these girls were learning a lot more about their stoic professor than they thought.

Marianne now felt an entirely different type of nerves rush through her. She had never heard the term ‘Titnosis’ before, but she had a pretty good guess of what it would entail as Byleth beckoned her over. She slowly walked across the circle, feeling her heart pounding in her chest as she knelt in front of Byleth, and tentatively looked up at the chest in front of her.

“And so,” Byleth continued, not at all phased or deterred by the giggles around her, “I dare you to become hypnotized by my chest. Feel your eyes become fixated by them. Feel your mind being drawn into them.”

Byleth's induction was far less warm and inviting than Adrian’s. She sounded stiff and robotic, as if she were simply reciting a sample induction she had read. Perhaps, then, it was her physical assets that more than made up for her stale delivery, or perhaps it was simply the power of Adrian’s spell that Marianne was already under, forcing her to comply with the dare. Either way, the group watched as Marianne’s wide eyes indeed became locked on Byleth’s chest.

“They are so large, soft, and inviting,” Byleth continued in a tone that few would describe as ‘inviting’, but effective nonetheless. “Do not be ashamed. Stare at them. They are very nice. Watch them sway back and forth. Back and forth.”

Byleth began to sway her chest back and forth in a smooth rhythm, causing her tits to jiggle and sway, transfixing Marianne. She had spent so many classes staring at them, and clearly not as subtly as she thought. And now they were here, in all their glory, with nothing in between. But above all, there was one phrase that stood out to her.

Do not be ashamed.

She didn’t have to feel shy or embarrassed about ogling this incredible rack. She was being asked to. And judging by the other’s reactions, she wasn’t the only one who had dreamt about this. And now, she was able to live out that dream. To simply stare and enjoy.

“Feel your mind begin to soften as you stare into my supple, swaying curves,” Byleth continued. “Feel your judgement, your worries, and your thoughts slip away.”

Byleth’s delivery may have been a bit clunky, but it was clearly having and effect on Marianne. The rest of the world seemed to fade away as her mind was sucked out of her. She could no longer perceive the other girls around her. She couldn’t even hear Constance’s continued moans of pleasure in the background. All she could see were Byleth’s tits. The titnosis was working, and fast.

Of course, Adrian knew that without the aid of his magic, this approach would not have been nearly as successful this quickly. In truth, Marianne was hypnotizing herself. It didn’t matter what Byleth did or said, the dare was to become hypnotized by her tits. And thanks to Adrian’s programing, there was no world where it couldn’t work. But then again, that was just semantics, and to the onlookers, it all seemed superbly real.

“You want to reach out and touch them. To feel the weight of them in your hands and between your fingers. But you can’t,” Byleth instructed.

Marianne didn’t need to be told what she wanted in this case. She could feel her fingers twitching. She wanted to lunge forward and bury her hands and face in those wonderful mounds. She didn’t care who was watching or how they felt. But she stayed put, feeling a phantom ache in her own chest as she denied herself.

“Your mind is empty. You have no thoughts. No desires. No hopes. No fears.” Byleth continued. “You are completely hypnotized by my tits.”

You could visibly see Marianne’s mind drain out as her face slackened. Her jaw fell open, and a bit of drool began to dribble out onto her own chest. Not a single thought remained, save for the tits in front of her. She couldn’t even recall who they belonged to. Hilda was almost transfixed herself, not by Byleth, but by the way Marianne’s crystal blue eyes swayed back and forth in perfect time with Byleth, as if connected to her tits with chains. Dorothea found her own eyes darting back and forth between the two girls, and a desire to be in Marianne’s place, to have her own mind drained by Byleth’s tits. But then again, she wouldn’t mind being hypnotized by Marianne’s gorgeous rack, either. Even Hapi and Constance got a few glances at the erotic display, if only for a few moments.

Byleth looked at the slack-jawed girl in front of her, eyes wide and staring lasers into her chest. There was something incredibly empowering, knowing her own body had done this to her. She thought about going further, but did not want to risk stepping on Master’s toes. After all, he was the one really in charge, she was merely one of his kittens. She would never dare to overstep her bounds.

“Very well,” Byleth said, her curiosity satisfied. “It seems this method can indeed be quite effective. You may wake up now, Marianne.”

Marianne gasped as she felt her senses rush back to her, and quickly wrenched back as she found her face was mere inches from Byleth’s chest. She felt herself blushing as she quickly returned to her place in the circle, but once again received no judgement. If anything, the girls around her seemed… almost… jealous? But that couldn’t be right. Nobody had ever been jealous of her. Even so, could it be possible that she did not have as much cause to be embarrassed as she thought? All the same, she was glad that her turn was over.

“Excelent work, you two,” Adrian praised, causing Marianne to feel a sense of pride that she couldn’t quite understand. She didn’t really do anything, after all. “Hilda, you’re up next.”

Once again, Hilda had to think about her choice for a moment. Just like last round, she’d wanted to ask Marianne, especially now that she’d revealed she’d never kissed anyone. There were so many things she wanted to know, out of sheer curiosity. Was there anyone she wanted to kiss? Or if she picked Dare, maybe she could steal the honor for herself! Marianne was normally so closed off, and Hilda would have loved the opportunity to chip away at that shell even more, but once again the opportunity was stolen out from under her. Ah, no matter. She had a backup question she needed to know.

“Byleth, truth or dare?” Hilda said.

“Dare,” Byleth said without thinking.

Hilda pouted. This was the second time she’d picked Byleth hoping for her to say Truth. But this time, Hilda had a plan. “I dare you to say Truth!”

Byleth wanted to question if this was indeed within the rules, but as she opened her mouth to speak, she found herself unable to resist the dare presented to her.

“Truth.”

“Okay, yay!” Hilda clapped. “So, I don’t know if you remember, but a couple weeks ago I showed up to your classroom in… well, in a bit of a trance.”

“Oh, we all remember, alright!” Dorothea chuckled, recalling the time Hilda had happily walked across the entire crowded campus in broad daylight wearing nothing but a very skimpy maid outfit to borrow Byleth’s mop.

“Right,” Hilda said, not sounding all that embarrassed considering the circumstances. “Anyway, you asked me to tell Master that you could do with ‘another milking’. Tell me what that was all about!”

Even Hapi had to turn at least half her attention away from Constance to hear about this.

“During my private session with Master, he gave me a trigger to believe my breasts were filled with milk, and each time he squeezed them a bit of my mind drained out until I was a mindless cow,” Byleth explained matter of factly, as if she were giving a history lecture. This subdued tone, of course, did nothing to stop the flurry of questions from the flabbergasted crowd.

Leonie let out a few barks, a million questions flooding her head that she was unable to voice.

“What?” Dorothea asked in disbelief. “He turned you into a cow? What was it like?”

“It was quite an interesting experience,” Byleth said. “As I recall, in the beginning I retained all my normal faculties, save for the fact that I was up on my hands and knees on my desk. Based on his suggestion, I did not find it strange, and we conversed like normal. However, during the conversation he would regularly squeeze my chest, making my brain foggier until I could no longer think.”

“Did you like it?” Dorothea asked, the image of Byleth being milked mindless now burned into her mind.

“Yes, I suppose there were aspects of it that were enjoyable,” Byleth admitted.

“Oh, I think you liked it more than that!” Hilda said teasingly, turning to the group. “When she told me about it, she pulled down her shirt and she was wearing a cow printed bra!”

“I… was not aware that you remembered that detail…” Byleth said, and for the first time in her life, felt herself blushing. Yes, perhaps she did enjoy the experience more than she would care to admit.

“Now that is something I have to see!” Dorothea said.

“Forget see,” Hilda said, “I wanna do it!”

Byleth did not respond as Dorothea and Hilda giggled together. She did not want to let on how much the idea of all of them becoming mindless cowgirls excited her.

“My my, Byleth, it seems we’ve all learned a lot about the so-called Ashen Demon tonight!” Adrian teased. Of course he’d already known about Byleth’s kinky side, but he was enjoying the reactions of the group finding out first hand how wild she could be. “Hapi, if you’re not too busy, care to go next?”

“Huh?” Hapi pulled her head up from in between Constance’s legs, her red hair a mess and juices covering her face and chin. “Oh, right, uh… I guess, Leonie, truth or dare?”

“Bark bark!” Leonie responded.

“Oh yeah, I forgot,” Hapi said. In her defence, it was hard to keep track of these things when you were busy gobbling pussy. “Well, I don’t think I’ll get a lot of truths out of you, so I’ll take that as a dare. Uh, I don’t know. Fuck it, suck Master’s dick.”

Hapi didn’t have the wherewithal to come up with a well-crafted dare, and decided to just go for broke. Leonie turned to look at Adrian with a curious yip. Maybe it was the collar, but it was remarkable how much her eyes looked like a puppy dog right now.

Hilda let out an excited gasp and clapped her hands together at the prospect, while Hapi dove right back into Constance’s pussy. Meanwhile, Marianne let out a small sigh of relief. As of now, Hilda was still on the table. If she got picked soon, maybe she’d have a chance to ask her something.

“Well, I was planning on holding off until later,” Adrian eyed Leonie with a cocked eyebrow. “But what the hell. Come here, girl.”

Adrian snapped his fingers and pointed at the ground in front of him. Now fully forgetting that her dare was to simply bark, and she didn’t need to act like a full pet, Leonie trotted on her hands and knees to where Adrian stood, just outside the circle. She panted excitedly as she knelt before him.

Dorothea and Hilda wanted to tease Leonie for this, but found they were a bit too distracted. After all, their Master was about to take out his cock! Even if they were all, for the most part, fully lucid right now, that prospect was enough to send both their minds back into a state of full submissive obedience. Byleth hadn’t gotten the pleasure to see her Master exposed yet, but she was certainly eager. And she was quite glad that everyone else seemed quite distracted, because she was not doing a very good job of hiding it. Even Constance managed to wrench her eyes open to watch. As she’d revealed in the first round, if there was one thing stronger than the lust Hapi was pumping into her, it was the power her master held over her mind. At her own challenge, he had broken her into a cock-obsessed slut, and she couldn’t possibly miss this show.

Even Marianne, who had never seen a penis before, and whom Adrian didn’t hold this particular sway over, found herself watching with baited breath. She wasn’t sure if she liked boys or not. But there was certainly one way to find out.

But none were more excited than Leonie, who had abandoned all pretense and was panting and whining like a puppy, her face inches from her Master’s crotch. Adrian took a moment to take it in, what the simple idea of his cock could do to this room. The way they quivered with excitement as he took off his belt. He smirked to himself, knowing their eyes were all fixed southward. Then, he hooked his thumbs in his pants and boxers and pulled them down in one smooth motion.

Of course, even if he assumed the more dominant role, Adrian always wanted to be respectful and put the girl’s pleasure before his own. But he was already rock hard, and had been for some time. That tended to happen when you had seven naked girls under your complete control, fucking each other and masturbating and openly talking about all the ways you controlled them in the past.

Hilda felt her breath leave her as she laid eyes on it. Not for the first time, of course, but it still never got old. Constance let out a wail of pleasure and, had she been allowed to, may have come on the spot from the mere memory of what it had done to her in the past. Dorothea wanted to make some sort of cat call or joke, but she was too transfixed by it to think of any, her eyes wide and her breath shaky with lust.

Even Byleth stared at it with an innocent awe and want. She didn’t care how inappropriate it was, ever since their first session she had dreamt of seeing her student’s cock. No, he was not her student. Not now. He was her Master. She lived to serve him, and his dick. There was nothing inappropriate about it.

Leonie’s excitement came out of her as an involuntary bark as she took his dick in her trembling hands. She wasn’t exactly the luckiest when it came to relationships. That, or she just didn’t care enough to seek them out. As such, she’d only given one blow job before in her life, back in her village as a dare. Well, she supposed this was no different. She parted her lips and wrapped them around the tip of the cock before her. She heard an audible, wanton gast from behind her, though she wasn’t sure who it was from. She relished the feeling of his dick on her lips for a moment, then slowly slid down.

He was just long enough that she could nearly reach the base without gagging. She held it there for a second, feeling the way he filled her mouth up. Then she pulled back and began to bob. She was well aware that she had a crowd watching her. And thanks to her ever competitive spirit, that meant she had to show them the best blow job they’d ever seen. And so she went hard, fast, and sloppy.

“Yes, who’s a good girl?” Adrian praised. “You deserve a little treat, don’t you?”

Leonie did her best to bark with a cock stuffed in her mouth. She left a drail of hot drool on the shaft each time she pulled back that dribbled down onto his balls. Adrian closed his eyes and tried his best not to let on how much he was enjoying this. He wanted to maintain a position of distant dominance. That’s what they’d all signed up for, after all. But Leonie was not making it easy as he felt a grunt of pleasure slip out of him.

For her part, Leonie was quickly realizing that it didn’t matter if she hadn’t done this many times before. After all, she was no longer Leonie. She was her Master’s pet, driven by an animalistic instinct. Each time she bobbed, she managed to go a bit deeper, until she could feel him in the very back of her throat and her lips reached his base each time.

“Good girl, good little pet,” Adrian grunted, running his fingers roughly through her hair, both to mimic petting her and playing into her fantasy and subtly increasing his position of dominance.

Hilda was breathing heavily, her skin flushed red as she watched, desperately wishing she could be in Leonie’s place. Maybe if she showed everyone how much of a good girl she could be, too, she’d get her own treat! She’d do anything, she’d be a pet, a slave, she’d run through the monastery naked telling everyone who owned her, whatever he wanted! She was even resisting the urge to finger herself, despite her twitching pussy. Good girls didn’t touch themselves without permission.

Dorothea was in a similar state. When she had been hypnotized the first time with Hilda, he made her watch Hilda suck him off, and tied Hilda’s sensations to her own so she felt like she was doing it to. And despite not being explicitly told, she found the sensation coming back to her, as she opened her own mouth and could feel her Master’s phantom dick sliding in and out of it.

Marianne was trying her best to memorize exactly what Leonie was doing. Regardless of what her preferences ended up being, she wanted to be able to please her Master as much as the rest of them. And if that meant giving a blow job, she wanted to be able to do it well.

Constance’s eyes were watering as lust consumed her, and she couldn’t help but repeat “Fuck me… Fuck me, Master,” through quick, shallow breaths. She wanted Hapi, Master, everyone to fuck her, all at the same time. To use her like the doll she was. Maybe that would finally quell the raging fire inside of her.

And though most of the time Leonie and Byleth’s rivalry was very one sided, in this case Byleth couldn’t help but see this as a challenge. She could do it better.

As a practiced mentalist and hypnotist, Adrian had a very strong mental will. He knew all the tricks to last as long as he could. He wanted to show them all how long their Master could last, but even so, Leonie was putting up quite the challenge. It’s not that she was trying to make him cum as quickly as she could. She wanted this to last forever! But once she got a taste, she just couldn’t help herself.

Before long, Adrian could feel his body beginning to lose, and grunted through gritted teeth “Where do you want it?”

As he’d never explicitly done this with Leonie before, he wanted to know what she was comfortable with. Of course, he knew that Hilda and Constance would gladly take it without him needing to ask, so they were his backup. However, they were to be disappointed. Leonie couldn’t talk, both due to the barking and the cock in her mouth, so to wordlessly answer his question she slid down as far as she could and sucked hard, pulling back to let the cum fill her mouth as Adrian burst inside of her. Perhaps it was due to the hypnosis, but she had never tasted such a delicious, hot, sticky treat in her life. She held firm as he pumped load after load into her mouth, dutifully taking it all. When he had finished she reluctantly popped off, swallowed every drop, and licked her lips as she trotted back to her seat, wagging her ass happily as she went.

The only responce from the group was a shaky “oh, fuck,” from Hilda as Adrian sat back in a chair to regain his stamina, as they all dreamed of when they’d get their turn to taste that sweet nectar. Ironically, the only person who didn’t get to watch the show was the very person who instigated it, as the whole time Hapi still had her face buried in Constance’s pussy. It was quite impressive that both of them were still going, through the entire titnosis show, Byleth’s milking story, and with how long Adrian had lasted. And they showed no signs of stopping.

“Okay…” Adrian said after he’d caught his breath. His shirt was still on, but he chose to leave his pants off. It was only fair, if they all got to be naked, after all. “Leonie, I get the sense it’ll be pretty hard for you to ask any questions…”

“Bark, bark!” Leonie said, confirming Adiran’s worry.

“So, I guess I’ll just go for you,” he said. “Dorothea, truth or dare?”

“Dare!” Dorothea answered, breaking her ‘only truth’ rule in hopes that her Master might give her a similar dare to Leonie. Marianne felt a flutter in her stomach as another round passed with Hilda still on the table. By her count, there were only 2 left. As long as she went next, or the next person didn’t pick Hilda, she might have a chance.

“I dare you to be my slave,” Adrian commanded.

“Of course!” Dorothea said dutifully. “I will always be your slave, Master, you don’t even have to ask!”

Adrian couldn’t help but chuckle to himself. As a bit of a switch, Dorothea often liked to maintain some level of dominance over the others, and not show too much of her submissive side when she could help it. But clearly, the sight of his dick had changed that.

“Good. Then, slave, get me some water,” Adrian commanded.

“Yes, Master!” Dorothea said, standing up and rushing over to the desk with Adrian’s discarded clothes, the bag of toys and props he brought, and a bottle of water. She hurriedly gave it to him and stood dutifully as he drank, awaiting her next command.

“Now… be my footrest,” Adrian said.

“Of course, Master!” Dorothea said, quickly getting on her hands and knees in front of Adrian’s chair.

He put his feet up on her back with an exaggerated sigh. As he did, he noticed that when the other girls weren’t still focused on his exposed dick, their eyes were drawn to Dorothea in this suggestive new position. Round ass out as she arched her back slightly, tits dangling beneath her, and a pleased expression on her face at the chance to become furniture for her Master.

“Well, go on then,” Adrian said to the rest of them with a smile. “Go ahead and touch her all you’d like.”

Adrian knew Dorothea well enough to know she wouldn’t mind this. In fact, the fact that he hadn’t even asked her permission made it even hotter for Dorothea. After all, she was his slave. He could do with her as he liked.

Byleth and Hilda immediately rose to their feet and raced over. Marianne thought about it for a moment. She wanted to, she really did. But her courage wasn’t quite there yet. And as per usual, Hapi and Constance were a bit too occupied.

Hilda knelt down by Dorothea’s behind and began running her hands along her smooth ass, and heard Dorothea hum as she ran a finger along her crack. Byleth went for Dorothea’s tits and began massaging them, reminded of the time she had assumed a very similar position to be milked by her master. This, combined with her apparent interest in titnosis was starting to make Adrian think their deer professor had a bit of a boob fetish. Not that he could blame her.

Adrian could feel Dorothea begin to squirm under his feet as Byleth and Hilda felt her up all over. At a certain point Hilda moved around front to give Dorothea a smooch. In her current position it was a bit difficult to get the proper angle, and she ended up having to get down on her hands and knees herself before planting a wet, sloppy kiss on her friend-turned-footrest. Marianne couldn’t help but feel a stab of jealousy as she watched. How had Dorothea managed to get one so easily?

Byleth continued to fondle Dorothea’s chest, gently squeezing her soft mounds as Hilda pulled away and held Dorothea’s chin in her hand so that her thumb went into her mouth. Dorothea sucked on it dutifully.

“Alright, you two can’t have all the fun,” Adrian eventually cut in. “Back to your seats. Slave, come sit on my lap.

“Of course, anything for you, Master!” Dorothea had to admit she was certainly enjoying the attention, but not as much as she enjoyed obeying! Adrian took his feet off her back and she stood up and sat on his bare legs facing out, feeling his hardening cock press against her back.

“Let me feel these,” Adrian said, reaching around to grab Dorothea’s chest with both hands from behind. Not that he necessarily needed to ask permission. She would have let him do it anyway, but it felt even better being told.

Adrian was far less gentle than Byleth had been. He grabbed a handful of her soft tits in each hand and roughly kneaded them, occasionally pinching or flicking a nipple, as if to remind Dorothea who they really belonged to. The others watched a massive grin split across Dorothea’s face as he groped her. She grinded her ass into his lap, just to show him how much she appreciated it, and could feel his erection pressing into her back.

Hilda was a bit jealous, but mostly proud of Dorothea. After all, she recalled when she had first taken Thea to see Adrian, and how she was convinced she wouldn’t like it. But the look on her face told the whole story, she was loving her life as a hypnotized slave! Just as Hilda knew she would.

“Repeat ‘I am a horny slave, and I love to obey,” Adrian commanded from behind Dorothea, still feeling her up.

“Of course, Master! I am a horny slave, and I love to obey!” It was very easy for Dorothea to repeat, because it was true. She just loved to obey, especially a Master as kind as he! And the feeling of his hands on her tits and his hard dick pressing into her was making her very horny, indeed.

And so, Dorothea repeated it over and over again, louder and more forceful each time.

“I am a horny slave, and I love to obey! I am a horny slave, and I love to obey!! I am a horny slave, and I love to obeeeeey!!!”

As much as Adrian, and many of the other girls in the room, would have loved to listen to this all night, the night wouldn’t last forever, and he still had a lot of things he wanted to try. And so, with some reluctance, he eventually pulled his hands away and pushed Dorothea off his lap.

“Alright, I think that’s enough for this round,” Adrian said.

Having completed her dare, Dorothea found herself coming down from her state of lustful obedience, just a little bit, and some of her lost dominant side began to return. She blushed slightly, realizing everyone had seen just how quickly she was willing to give up all control and submit. She normally tried to maintain at least a bit of her dignity, even when she obeyed, but it didn’t bother her too much. After all, it had been plenty fun!

“Thank you, Master,” Dorothea said with a wink as she returned to her seat. Now that the dare was over, she was no longer explicitly his slave, but of course she would still do whatever he asked. It was simply like that added layer was gone.

“Actually, as your last command, Dorothea, you go next,” Adrian added.

At this, Marianne felt her heart drop a bit. She and Dorothea were the only two who hadn’t yet asked. And Hilda and Constance were the only two left on the board. If Dorothea picked Hilda now, her one opportunity would have passed her by. All this time she spent mentally psyching herself up would have been for naught.

And most unfortunately for her, Dorothea was polite enough to not interrupt Constance when she was in the midst of getting eaten out by her girlfriend.

“Hilda!” Dorothea said, turning to her old friend. “Truth or dare?”

Marianne let out a long, disappointed sigh that went unnoticed by everyone as Hilda excitedly exclaimed “Dare!”, not realizing that Hilda had been just as disappointed at being denied the opportunity to ask her something.

Dorothea took a moment to think. This round had certainly taken a step up from the previous, and she’d hate to underwhelm the group. Of course, she had seen Hilda hypnotized before. She knew she could handle pretty much anything she threw at her. And she had just the idea to satisfy the crowd, and perhaps claw back some of her dominance in their eyes, too.

“Master, I couldn’t help but notice you brought some toys?” Dorothea said. “Would I perhaps be able to borrow one?”

“Of course!” Adrian said, gesturing to the bag on the desk. “If it’s on Hilda, use anything you’d like!”

Hilda bit her lip and squirmed a bit at the way Master talked about her, and the through of what Dorothea might find. As Dorothea began rummaging through the bag, she saw several things that nearly made her reconsider what she had in mind, and made her very excited for what the rest of the night had in store. But eventually, she found what she was looking for.

A large black strapon, nearly as big as the dildo Byleth had used on herself. Hilda swallowed as she saw the instrument in Dorothea’s hand.

“Hilda, I dare you to let Master and I spit roast you!” Dorothea said excitedly, before suddenly realizing something. “Oh, if that is alright with you, of course, Master. I know you just came in Leonie, I understand if you need a break.”

“Bark!” Leonie responded happily.

“Oh, that’s quite alright,” Adrian said. “I thought something like this might come up, and I have a plan. Marianne?”

“Huh?” Marianne was suddenly snapped out of her own spiraling thoughts about her missed opportunity with Hilda at the sound of her own name.

“You have a lot of experience in healing magic,” Adrian said, less of a question as a statement, for he had seen her holy magic in action many times.

“Oh, um, yes. I suppose I know a bit,” Marianne said, though they all knew she knew far more than a ‘bit’.

“Yes, well, I’m not much of a man of faith myself,” Adrian explained, “But I understand that these spells can be used to… rejuvenate?”

“Yes, they can, but I- Oh! I see…” Marianne said, realizing mid sentence what Adrian had in mind. “You want me to try to…”

“Only if you’re comfortable, of course,” Adrian quickly added. “If not, I have a backup.”

“No, no, it’s okay!” Marianne said. It wasn’t the act itself that made her uncomfortable. She would love any opportunity to be useful. It was her own abilities. “It’s just, I’ve never used my magic in that… way, before. And I’m not very good, so I don’t think it will work…”

“Nonesense!” Adrian assured her. “I’ve seen you do all kinds of amazing things! I know I can trust you with this. And besides, what’s the worst that can happen? If it doesn’t work, I’ve got a plan B.”

“Um… okay… I guess I could give it a try,” Marianne said timidly. She still hardly believed she had earned this vote of confidence, but if he really wasn’t worried…

Marianne slowly approached Adrian, standing just outside their circle. She had never been this close to a penis before. But if they all looked as nice as this one…

Marianne took a deep breath as she eyed the member before her, not entirely sure how to proceed. She reached a trembling hand out and gingerly placed a finger on the shaft. Both of them flinched the moment she made contact, Marianne out of nerves and Adrian from pleasure at her gentle touch.

“Goddess, hear my prayer,” Marianne whispered, channeling all her faith through her hand. “Restore the strength and stamina of my Master, so that we may…”

Marianne’s whispered prayer trailed off, as she suddenly realized how lewd of a request she was making of the goddess herself! Of course, none of them could have possibly known that the Goddess had a front row seat to this entire show, a show that she was very much enjoying! She, too, had a vested interest in giving Adrian as much stamina and cum as possible. Byleth felt a strange stirring in her chest and heard a soft voice speak in the back of her mind that none but her could hear.

“You better get us a turn at that!”

And so, much to Marianne’s shock, the spell took hold. Adrian felt a golden warmth spread through his dick and balls as all his weariness was swept away. A little bit of pre-cum leaked out the tip as he was re-loaded and ready to go.

“Amazing work, Marianne!” Adrian praised, and the other girls who were not otherwise preoccupied burst into applause. “See, I knew you had it in you! You just need to get over all that doubt. You’re a good girl, and you know it!”

“Thank you, Master,” Marianne said. Once again she found herself blushing from embarrassment, but this time felt entirely different. It felt… good. She had done something right. And people appreciated her for it.

“So, can I count on you for a pick-me-up any time I need it?” Adrian asked.

Marianne couldn’t suppress her smile. She was actually useful for once. She knew all these girls very much enjoyed their Master’s cum. And now she could help them get as much as they wanted! “Yes, Master, you can count on me.”

“OMG, Marianne, you’re amazing!” Hilda exclaimed, rushing over and giving Marianne a quick hug. And for the first time, Marianne no longer felt like she missed her opportunity.

“Now then,” Adrian said once everyone had settled down, “Hilda, I believe you have a dare to complete?”

“Oh, yes, of course!” Hilda said, horrified that she had nearly forgotten after Marianne’s display. Then she remembered with an excited shutter just what the dare was. “Yes, Master!”

Adrian looked around the room. Byleth’s desk seemed about the right height to give everyone a view. “Up.”

Hilda gracefully climbed up onto the teacher’s desk, not bothering to move the half-graded essays still strewn about. She stood on her hands and knees, giving everyone a profile view of her smooth, curvy body, ass out and mouth open. She was nervous, in the most exciting possible way. Who would take which side? Would she get her Master’s dick in her mouth? Get to taste that sweet cum? Or would he take her from the back, while Dorothea fucked her mouth? Either way, she was in for the overstimulation or a lifetime. And from personal experience, she knew it was far too early in the night for her Master to let her cum. The two of them would pound her and leave her a horny, wanting mess. She couldn’t wait!

Thanks to her now public stint as a whore, Dorothea had experience with all sorts of toys, and had no trouble getting the harness around her legs and waist as she began to rub some lubricant on the dildo. Of course, she had a deep appreciation for the feminine form and wouldn’t change it, but she had to admit, there was something empowering about having such a massive member sticking out from her crotch. She hung back a bit to allow Adrian to pick which side he wanted first. No matter how dominant she wanted to be, she would always be his number 2 at best.

True, Adrian had just received a spectacular blow job from Leonie, but clearly he was of the opinion that one could never get too many, as he walked to the left of the desk and climbed up on his knees, right in front of Hilda’s face. He knew how much she craved the taste of her cum, and he was quite fond of her mouth from their many times together.

That left Dorothea to climb up on the desk behind Hilda, where she realized she had a choice to make. Did she go for Hilda’s pussy, or ass?

Hilda felt her pulse quicken as she eyes the cock in front of her like a puppy with a tasty treat. And though she could not see, she could hear Dorothea climbing up onto the desk behind her. Byleth, Leonie, and Marianne all watched from the side, wondering just how Hilda would take it.

When they were both in position, Adrian locked eyes with Dorothea for a moment and, with a silent nod, they both pushed in. Dorothea lined the tip of her toy up with Hilda’s quivering asshole and slowly pushed it in, wanting to make sure she could take it all. Hilda moaned as she felt Dorothea stretch her out, though of course it was muffed, as Adrian was far less careful. Hilda opened her mouth wide and slid her tongue along his underside as he thrust into her, tasting the bit of pre-cum that had leaked out. Hilda felt a jolt of electricity in her brain as she was stuffed full from both ends, her thoughts immediately overwhelmed by a primal lust. And then they began to move.

At first their rhythm was a bit rough. Adrian and Dorothea had never done anything like this before, let alone together, so their timing was a bit off and Hilda was jostled roughly between them. Which, to be fair, was enjoyable in its own right. But it didn’t take long for them so sync up and settle into a perfect rhythm. Dorothea would push into Hilda from behind, sending her rocking forward just as Adrian thrust to meet her, sending her right back.

In a mere matter of seconds, Hilda was slobbering and moaning as she was penetrated from both ends. Dorothea quickly found that she did not have cause to worry, and Hilda could take it in the ass just fine. Even so, Dorothea hated to choose just one, and after a short time pulled out and quickly thrust the toy into Hilda’s pussy, alternating between the two every few thrusts. She ran her hands along Hilda’s smooth ass as it bounced back and forth, relishing in the feeling of power of fucking someone from behind like this. Just the sight of it was enough to get her going.

On the other side, to say that Adrian was getting another blow job would be inaccurate. Most assuredly, he was not on the receiving end of anything. He was giving Hilda the mouth fucking of a lifetime, thrusting into her warm hole until he hit the back of her throat every time.

And Hilda took both of them with all the passion and vigor that only she could. Not that she really had to do much, of course. The others watched as she was ragdolled between them, her dangling tits shaking back and forth as she was rocked between them. Hilda hoped they had a great view, because the thought of her peers watching her get used like this only made it even hotter. Unlike Dorothea, she wanted everyone to know just how submissive she could be.

And it seemed they were both getting their wishes. Byleth watched in admiration at the ease with which Hilda surrendered her body and allowed herself to be taken for a ride, making a mental note to improve her own behavior in the future. Leonie, whose mind was still somewhere between human and dog, subconsciously registered Dorothea as one of the pack alphas. Of course she was, the way she was mounting and taking Hilda like that! Marianne simply watched, her mouth agape. Prior to Constance and Hapi, who were still going at it on the floor to the side, she had never seen any sort of real sex before. And something like this was certainly akin to jumping right in the deep end.

Hilda quickly abandoned any attempts to think straight as the pleasure relentlessly tore through her like a hurricane. She had no reprieve, no time to catch her breath. Just as one person was pulling out, the other thrust in, filling her pussy, then her mouth, then her ass, then her mouth again. In the few moments where Dorothea would pull out of her pussy to switch holes she leaked down her leg onto some poor student’s paper below her. Her eyes were watering, not from pain, but joy. Under any other circumstances she probably wouldn’t have lasted more than a minute under this level of stimulation. But she was a good girl. She didn’t cum without permission. Not even when she was being spit roasted.

Adrian, on the other hand wasn’t so lucky to have the power of hypnosis to last longer. Maybe it had something to do with the way Marianne recharged him, or maybe the sight of Hilda being bounced back and forth between him and Dorothea was just too damn hot, but it didn’t take as long as he had hoped to feel himself reaching a breaking point.

Of course, he didn’t need to ask Hilda like he did Leonie. He knew exactly where she wanted it. And so, he decided to speed up, feeling Hilda’s lips press against his crotch each time and drool drip along his shaft and down as he pulled away. He thrust hard and fast, upsetting the delicate rhythm that he and Dorothea had established, then without warning burst inside Hilda’s mouth.

Hilda had tasted Adrian’s cum many times. She was now going to him to be hypnotized at least once a week, and they usually involved her sucking him off at some point. And he’d made his cum do all sorts of things to her. He made it put her into a hypnotic trance. He made it taste like all sorts of things. He’d made her believe she was addicted to it. But the truth was, he didn’t need to do any of that. She was addicted to it. She relished in the feeling as it filled her mouth and began to drip down her throat. She couldn’t imagine any wine or candy that tasted half as good as this. But more than any of that, it just felt right. She belonged to her Master. She was his slave. She was his bitch. She was the place that he dumped his cum, whenever he wanted. That’s how she was feeling in this moment as both of them pulled out, and she collapsed to the desk.

Despite the fact that she hadn’t cum, and her pussy and body were shaking with want, she felt complete. She still couldn’t think straight. Even after they were gone, her body felt like had an electric current running between the two holes they had just filled. But she didn’t need do. She just laid on the desk, a vague smile on her face. Turns out, she didn’t need a trigger to put her back in a trance. They had well and truly fucked her brains out.

“Dorothea, why don’t you help Hilda back to her seat?” Adrian panted as he climbed off the desk, desperately trying to catch his breath. Even with Marianne’s healing, he was starting to wonder if he was in for more than he bargained for tonight.

“Of course, Master,” Dorothea said, her face flushed as she, too, climbed off the desk, the now-soaked toy still swinging between her legs. Somehow, that might have been the hardest command that Dorothea had ever received, for Hilda was like a sack of potatoes. Several papers stuck to her sweaty body as Dorothea heaved her up. The one right below her pussy was helplessly drenched, to the point where only the name was barely legible.

“Uh, professor,” Dorothea said, picking it up in one hand, “I think Hilda might need to redo her essay…”

“No, that’s quite alright,” Byleth said, still flushing herself from merely watching. “I think she has more than proven her ability.”

Dorothea somehow managed to drag Hilda on her shoulder back to her spot in the circle. She didn’t have the strength or presence of mind to sit up on her own, so she just laid on the ground, occasionally twitching and moaning from the lingering pleasure.

“Very well, Marianne?” Adrian said after recomposing himself.

“What?” Marianne looked up, having been fully distracted staring at Hilda’s prone form. “Oh! Do you want me to heal you again?”

“No, not yet,” Adrian said. “You’re the last one up.”

“Oh, of course!” Marianne said. She had nearly forgotten they were playing a game! She looked around the room. Seeing as she was the last one to go, there was only one option left. “Uh… Constance?”

It was a bit of a miracle that Constance could even hear her, due both to her constant moaning that had become almost white noise for this last round, and the fog in her brain from being fucked for so long. After all, Adrian had told them to keep at it, and had yet to give them permission to stop. It was as if the two of them were locked together. Hapi had been completely unable to stop fucking Constance even if she wanted to (which she definitely did not, but still), and Constance could never cum without permission. It was the unstoppable force meeting the immovable object. Hapi and been fingering and eating Constance’s pussy during everything that had just transpired. Adrian had come in two of them. Byleth had nearly masturbated herself silly. And through it all, the two of them had fucked. Hapi’s tongue was becoming as familiar with the inside of Constance’s pussy as her own home.

“Truth!” Constance managed to wail out between moans.

Marianne was a bit overwhelmed by the whole scene, to tell you the truth. This whole time she’d been thinking of a question for Hilda. She hadn’t the slightest idea what to ask Constance. I mean, what did you ask a girl who was lying flat on her back, covered in sweat, moaning up a storm as her girlfriend licked every inch of her pussy?

“Okay… um… What do you want me to ask?” Marianne asked. She meant it more as a genuine question before getting to the real truth. But Constance was in no mind to make that sort of distinction. From her lips, without any input from her mind, poured only the truth.

“Make me reveal my deepest desires and secrets to you!” Constance moaned as she felt Hapi’s tongue lashing inside her with the same vigor as when they started.

“Okay…” Marianne said, blushing again. She thought that Constance sort of already did that in the first round, when Leonie had asked her to reveal her biggest sexual fantasy. But if she was asking for it… “What is your… deepest desire and secret?”

“I desire to be nothing more than a brainless toy!” Constance moaned, the power of the spell and her desire to obey allowing her to speak through all the moans and whines. “All of my boasting and pride is a facade, a mask that I wear to hide the truth! Sometimes, even I myself believe my own lies, but in reality I do not want to be a noble! I do not want to be in control! I want to be at the mercy of everyone and everything! I want to obey, to be controlled, to be fucked and used! My greatest desire is to be a mindless, cum-obsessed, horny, broken object for the rest of my life! A gift that Master has so kindly given me!”

The room fell into silence as Constance spilled her soul to the group. Perhaps because most of them were exhausted or else unable to speak. Marianne felt strange, being the one to ‘force’ all of that out of Constance. But not a bad strange.

It was Hapi who broke the silence, quickly swapping her mouth for her fingers. Her face was almost as red as her messy hair, and her mouth and chin were covered in Constance’s juices. The taste of her was so ingrained on her tongue that she doubted it would ever fully go away.

“I’ve got a couple of follow-up questions,” Hapi panted. “How’m I doing down here?”

“Amazing, as always!” Constance breathed. “But it is not my pleasure that matters.”

“Oh, don’t worry, I’m having a great time,” Hapi said. “And you’ll let me do this any time, anywhere, right?”

“Yes, whenever you want!” Constance said.

“And you’d let anyone here do the same, right?” Hapi asked another leading question.

“Yes!” Constance moaned. “Any of you can use me however you want! I am your willing sex doll!”

“Great news,” Hapi said, smiling at the rest of the group, who were silently thankful that Hapi knew Constance well enough to ask the crass questions. “And how bad do you want to cum right now?”

“I neeeed to…” Constance breathed.

“Yeah, thought so,” Hapi said, turning to Adrian with a smile. “But she’s not going to any time soon, is she?”

“Well, you know, I’m not forced to tell the truth,” Adrian said with a smile, “But no.”

With the third round complete, Adrian moved to wrap up the game, satisfied with how far they had come. He finally insisted that Hapi and Constance stop, worrying they might wear themselves out and miss out on the rest of the night. He returned Leonie’s speech to her and removed all the ongoing dares, save for Hapi’s to dress slutty for the next few days. As he returned them all to their trance, he took a moment to reflect on how well the game had gone. They’d gotten a bigger window into their teacher’s sex life than they could have dreamed, though Adrian seriously doubted if any of them would ever be able to take her seriously in a class again. Hilda and Constance were both lying in a heap of sweat and arousal, and even Marianne seemed to be coming out of her shell a bit. And just in time, too, because the night was still young!

Chapter Text

With a snap of his fingers, Adrian returned all the girls to a trance and sent them back to their desks. As fun as the last game was, it was certainly physically taxing, and everyone (himself included) seemed like they could use some downtime. Perhaps, then, they could focus more on the mental side of it for a bit. Some simple submission reinforcement and deepening. Not that they needed it, of course, but a little extra reminder couldn’t hurt.

“Now, I want you all to just relax…” Adrian said calmingly, assuming his seat behind Byleth’s now sticky desk. “Take a deep breath in… and a deep breath out… Feel your body relax. You’re all feeling oh, so tired after the last game, so tired from all the fun you had…”

Adrian watched all the girl’s posture slacken in their chairs. Hilda and Constance especially could feel the relaxation wash over them, mixing with the lingering buzzing pleasure they had been left with as they breathed deep, in perfect sync with Adrian’s commands.

“You’re all doing so good for me,” Adrian continued in a warm, encouraging voice. “So good at obeying everything I tell you to. Even obeying each other. Every time you obey, you’re reminded just how good it feels. Think of all the pleasure and joy that it’s brought you.”

And the girls found their minds doing just that, bringing up memories of all the wonderful gifts they got for their obedience. Hapi was still relishing in the taste of Constance in her mouth. Hilda and Leonie had both gotten a mouthful of jizz. Byleth secretly loved the fact that she was forced to reveal aspects of her sex life to her students. And Marianne could still scarcely believe that she’d gotten a compliment from Hilda!

“You already know how wonderful it feels to be a good girl,” Adrian reinforced in their minds, “You know, because I am your Master, and you believe everything I say. And I’d like to show you why exactly you can trust me. Hilda, I’d like you to wake up. Everyone else, remain asleep.”

Hilda’s eyes fluttered open. It was amazing how much Adrian’s soothing words were able to relax her in such a short time. She felt completely rejuvenated and ready to go. She looked at Adrian curiously, patiently awaiting what he needed from her.

“As you may know,” Adrian addressed the other six sleeping girls, “Hilda has been hypnotized many times before, more than the rest of you combined. She is a model slave, and she knows exactly how good girls should behave.”

Hilda had never felt more proud in her entire life. She was never the smartest, strongest, or fastest girl at the monastery. But when it came to being a hypnotized plaything, she was the best!

“And so, Hilda, I would like you to go to each girl, one by one, and convince them to be as submissive as you are.”

As Hilda was not in a trance, it was unclear if this was intended to be programming or a simple request. Not that it really mattered, there was no way Hilda would refuse this!

“Of course, Master!” Hilda said excitedly, glad he had allowed her to maintain her senses for this part so she could enjoy every second of it. “I’ll teach them all to be the best girls for you, while you rest!”

Hilda began slowly sauntering around the room, picking out her first target. The other six girls sat, staring blankly ahead. Of course, Hilda knew they all liked hypnosis and obedience and submission. Otherwise they wouldn’t have come. But they reminded Hilda of herself after her own first session with Adrian. She thought hypnosis was just a bit of fun. She needed them to need it, to feel it in their bones, to think about it every day.

And so she sauntered around the room, like a tiger stalking her prey, figuring out which mindless, naked beauty to target first.

“Well, I know I don’t have to do anything to convince you Hilda said as she passed Dorothea, flicking her nose. “You like to pretend to be all tough, but I’ve seen how you are under hypnosis! Deep down, you’re a desperate, submissive little slut, aren’t you?”

“Yes, I am,” Dorothea responded in a slight monotone voice.

Hilda smiled. She liked to think she was a lot smarter than people gave her credit for. She could see Dorothea’s attempts to maintain some level of dominance. And that just wouldn’t do, no matter how much she enjoyed the pegging! No, she needed to expose Dorothea to everyone for who she really was.

“Don’t I know it! You didn’t even think it would work when I first brought you, remember? But by the end you were nothing more than a happy little slave and fuckthing, isn’t that right?” Hilda reminded her, loud enough for everyone else in the room to hear.

“That’s right,” Dorothea responded. “I love being used and controlled by Master.”

“And what was it that finally put you over the edge and convinced you to submit?” Hilda recounted the story of their first hypnosis session together for the whole room to hear, and Dorothea made no move to stop her. “Oh, that’s right, it was getting to make out with me! Getting to watch the Master fuck me! I remember you writhing on the couch, moaning and cumming just watching! Who knew you were such a perv, Thea!”

To accompany her physical teasing, Hilda lightly traced her fingers along Dorothea’s bare chest, fondly remembering the time she had touched and sucked them while their Master had fucked Dorothea. You never forgot your first, after all!

“I know I don’t need to do anything to get you to submit, because I know you’re a pervy little slut who gave up her mind and body just for a chance to be with a straight girl like me!” Hilda said, staring deep into Dorothea’s wide, slightly vacant eyes. “You knew you’d never have a chance with the normal me, didn’t you? So you just had to get me nice and mindless, submissive to anyone, even if that meant submitting yourself. Isn’t that right?”

“Yes. I would do anything to see you naked, Hilda. I am a pervy little slut.” Dorothea said, making Hilda giggle.

“Well, I bet you’re glad you did! I brought you five other beautiful, naked women! And I’m going to prove they’re all just as submissive as us!”

Hilda planted a kiss on Dorothea’s quivering lips before moving on to her next target. Hilda’s plan was a devious one. Start with the ones perceived to be the most dominant, and make the others watch as she tore them down. Once they fell, the rest were sure to follow. With that in mind, who better to go to next than the one who openly said she wasn’t into girls. Hilda would see about that.

“Leonie!” Hilda said jovially. “Are you having a good time?”

“Yes,” Leonie responded in an empty tone.

“Oh, that’s great!” Hilda said happily. “I’m so glad you decided to come. You almost didn’t want to, remember?”

Leonie nodded her head. It certainly had taken a lot of convincing from Hilda.

“That’s right!” Hilda said so that everyone could hear. “You told me you didn’t want to come, because you weren’t ‘into’ girls, remember?”

“Yes,” Leonie said again. And that was still mostly true. Sure, tonight may have given her a few things to question later, but she was still far more excited about seeing Adrian naked than any of the girls.

“I mean, how silly is that?” Hilda turned to ask the group, knowing she wouldn’t get a response. “Writing off a whole night of fun, just because of a couple of titties? Though I gotta say, I can’t totally blame you. I used to be the same way. Yep, straight as they come, dear Hilda! I was team Hot Dog or nothing!”

Hilda turned back from pontificating to the group and leered at Leonie with a devious smile on her face.

“That is, until I realized something. When you’re hypnotized, it doesn’t matter. Sex it sex. Doesn’t matter who or what to me, anymore! Here, let me show you.”

Hilda whispered the last part into Leonie’s ear as she slowly stalked behind Leonie. The other girls all found themselves turning to mindlessly watch as Hilda reached around Leonie and began to massage her tits from behind. They were modest in size, though certainly not small, and felt wonderfully firm in Hilda’s hands from all the training Leonie did.

Leonie normally would have reacted against this on sheer principle. Just the weirdness of it. But the trance had swept all those anxieties to the side, and she could simply enjoy the touch.

“See, doesn’t that feel great?” Hilda whispered over Leonie’s shoulder as she heard her hum in pleasure. “So good, it hardly matters who you’re into, right? If I’m behind you, you can’t even tell! I might as well be a boy, feeling you up, grabbing these perfect tits!”

Hilda accentuated her point by pinching one of Leonie’s nipples, making her gasp out in pleasure. Hilda was quite right, of course. Leonie was in no state to question who was feeling her up right now. Not when she could feel her skin flushing, her eyelids fluttering, and her pussy getting wet, her growing arousal clear as day to the other girls whose vacant eyes remained locked on the scene.

“Why should it even matter?” Hilda whispered “If someone’s bringing you this much pleasure, who cares if they’re a boy or a girl? It wouldn’t change how good it feels. In fact, I bet you wouldn’t even mind if I came around front and looked you in the eyes while I touched you!”

Hilda withdrew her hands, and Leonie let out a small sigh of want, feeling the absence of her touch. Hilda moved around front and stood mere inches from Leonie so their chests were almost touching, and looked her classmate right in the eye as she brought her hands up between them to continue groping her boobs.

“See? It doesn’t make a difference if it’s me,” Hilda cooed. “In fact, I bet my delicate, soft, feminine hands feel wonderful, don’t they? Way better than those gruff, careless mercenaries you’ve probably been with before.”

Perhaps it was the trance making her more agreeable, or perhaps it was true, but either way, Leonie could not deny that Hilda was right. The feeling of her soft palms on her skin. The way she delicately traced her dainty fingers along the curves of her chest and flicked her nipples. How her manicured nails dug into her skin ever so slightly. It was far better than anything she had experienced before.

“After all, those guys could never understand,” Hilda continued, running her fingers along the underside of Leonie’s chest. “They don’t know what it’s like to have tits like this. How it feels to have them touched. What parts feel the best. Not like us girls, who really know how amazing they are. Who can really appreciate nice tits when they see them. I mean, just look at mine.”

Hilda took a step back and Leonie’s eyes drifted down to her chest. True, she may only have the third largest chest in the room, but that said a whole lot more about Byleth and Marianne than it did Hilda. Leonie let her eyes drift along their curves. Take in the flushed, pink skin and perky pink nipples.

“I mean, even if you’re not into girls, you can’t deny how hot they look, right?” Hilda needled Leonie with her silvered words. “They’re just so big, so soft. Just begging to be touched. To be squeezed. You must be curious to know what they feel like. It’s only natural. Go on. Touch them.”

Hilda emphasized each adjective with a squeeze or tweak of her own, before removing her hands. At Hilda’s urging, Leonie slowly raised her hands and, for the first time, touched a boob that wasn’t hers. And what a hell of a chest to start with. They were equal parts soft and firm as she squeezed them, like two warm pillows. She felt the soft flesh between her fingers, felt the perky nipples pressing into her palms. Hilda placed her hands on her hips and smiled as she allowed Leonie to explore, proud of the clever trap she had laid.

“Don’t they feel amazing?” Hilda said, before remembering the power she was currently wielding. “Wait a minute, you have to do and think whatever I say! They do feel amazing! You love touching another girls body, and having a girl touch your body! You love it because you’re so submissive, you love it because you’re told to! You love it because you know it’s going to happen a lot tonight anyway, and it would be so much more fun if you do! And the fact that you love it so much more than you ordinarily would makes it so much sexier and hotter! Tell me you love tits!”

“I love tits…” Leonie said, transfixed by Hilda’s chest as she continued to feel and squeeze.

“Why?” Hilda asked, leaving the question open to see what sort of answer she would get.

“Because I am told to. Because they are so sexy. Because they feel so good.” Leonie said.

“Good girl!” Hilda praised, knowing exactly how it would make Leonie feel. “Doesn’t it feel so good to be submissive? To be a mindless little slut? You almost didn’t want to come because you didn’t like girls! But thanks to me, you get to enjoy six other, beautiful, mindless girls to the fullest! How all you ever repay me?”

“However you want,” Leonie said in a monotone voice, still feeling Hilda’s chest. “I am submissive. I will obey.”

“However I want?” Hilda said, placing a finger on her chin to think while Leonie continued to feel her. “If you say so! Leonie, get down on the ground and eat out your first pussy! I have a feeling you could use the practice!”

“Yes, Hilda,” Leonie said. And, without a moments hesitation, in front of a crowd of (admittedly mindless) onlookers, Leonie dropped to her knees as Hilda quickly sat in a chair, and Leonie came face to face with her glistening pussy.

Despite never having done something like this, or even ever thinking about it before, it seemed fairly self explanatory. Hilda’s sweet musk filled her nose as she drew closer. She parted her lips, stuck out her tongue, and began to lick. She did not flinch as her tongue made contact with the wet folds and she tasted her first pussy.

Hilda could immediately feel Leonie’s inexperience. She didn’t seem to know quite what to do, or where to pay attention to. But she was more than happy to let Leonie explore at her own pace, to see what she liked, and let her know with her moans what she liked. Leonie began by exploring the outside with her tongue, and gave Hilda quite the jolt when she started sucking on her clit. Then, after getting her bearings, she decided to dive in a little deeper. If Hilda was being honest, plenty of guys had done a much better job eating her out than Leonie before, but the circumstances of the matter more than made up for it. One straight girl eating another straight girl out in front of a mindless audience? What could be better?

Down below, Leonie was completely focused on exploring Hilda’s pussy. After all, Hilda was quite right. In a room with seven naked girls, the odds were good that she’d have to eat at least one more pussy before the night was through. And if she wanted to be a good girl, she needed all the practice she could get. So, with the same focus and vigor that she practiced fighting or worked out with, Leonie explored every inch of Hilda’s pussy. The idea that she was straight couldn’t be further from her mind.

As Byleth watched, the part of her mind that could still think was deeply impressed with how efficiently and quickly Hilda had broken down Leonie’s reservations. Minutes ago, Leonie said she was not into women. Now she was nose deep in pussy. For of course, she realized, preference was irrelevant. To submit was to do as you were told. And in this case, to submit was to eat pussy. Simple as that. She may be the teacher, but now she was learning quite the lesson.

On the other side of the room, though Marianne was not permitted to react in any way, even in this trance-state she could observe and internalize everything she was seeing. She watched Leonie lick and suck Hilda’s pussy without worry or shame, despite never having done it before. She watched Hilda moan in her seat, one hand in Leonie’s bright orange hair, the other roughy grabbing her own chest to increase the pleasure even more. Marianne had no idea which one she’s rather be. It seemed that hypnosis had wiped away all her fear and insecurities, and she only hoped she’d get to be at least one of them before the night was through.

When Constance had been asked to be eaten out, she somewhat regretted it upon remembering that she could not come, and it would never end with her satisfied. But Hilda had no such reservations. She wanted the pleasure to build up as much as possible, to fill her up like an expanding water balloon until she couldn’t take any more, and was forced to take even more. She wanted the eventual orgasm, if and when it came, to literally blow her brains out.

So as much as she wanted to allow Leonie to get as much practice as possible, she knew she still had four more girls to get too, and wouldn’t dare take up too much of Master’s time, so she placed a hand on Leonie’s head and gently pushed her back.

“See? Wasn’t that great?” Hilda said, panting slightly.

“Yes, you were right, Hilda,” Leonie said evenly.

“Of course I was!” Hilda said. “Now, what do you love?”

“I love to obey, and I love tits and pussy,” Leonie responded to the open question.

“Good girl!” Hilda said, petting Leonie’s head still between her legs. “Now, give me one little bark for the road!”

“Bark!” Leonie responded, and Hilda was again impressed with how scarily accurate it sounded.

“You are good at that, aren’t you?” Hilda said, ruffling Leonie’s hair. “Now, I want you to keep thinking about tits and pussy while I do everyone else, okay?”

“Yes, Hilda,” Leonie said as images of the feminine form flooded her mind.

And at least for tonight, Leonie was most assuredly not straight.

“Now… who’s next?” The remaining four girls couldn’t help but shutter, despite their trance. They all saw how effectively she’d dealt with Dorothea and Leonie. What could she possibly have in store for them?

“Professor!” Hilda said, wheeling around to face Byleth.

“Do not call me professor,” Byleth requested blankly..

“Oh, but I want to,” Hilda said sultrily. “I want to remind you how scandelous all this is! I mean, what kind of teacher gets naked in front of all her students? What kind of teacher gives them all the juicy deets on her sex life, and dildos herself right in front of them?

Hilda giggled as Byleth actually blushed. “No, maybe you’re right! You used to be a professor, you used to have power and control over us, but not any more! This isn’t your house, this is the Mindless Kittens! Here, you’re just like the rest of us! Another subservient student. And I think it’s about time you start acting like it!”

Byleth stared blankly at Hilda, not understanding her meaning.

“You’re always so serious all the time!” Hilda elaborated. “You need to loosen up a little! I mean, you’re at a hypno-orgy, god damn it! Now’s the time to let loose, girl! Let Master know how much fun you’re having!”

“I am having fun,” Byleth answered bluntly.

“Then show it!” Hilda said, dragging a finger teasingly along Byleth’s cheek. “Show us all how much you love being a mindless, slutty, naked little plaything!”

“I, for one, happen to agree with her,” came the voice of Sothis in Byleth’s head. “You are far too uptight for the circumstances, always blabbing on about ‘academic interests’ and all this nonsense. Just drop the whole teacher act, admit how much you love it, and let us have some real fun!”

Byleth did not respond to either girl. In truth, she did not know how to ‘let go’, as they were requesting. Luckily, Hilda had just the solution.

“So, with the power temporarily invested in me by our Master, I command you to act like a proper bubbly, slutty bimbo student! Ditch all of the pretense that you’re just ‘curious’ or whatever, let us know exactly how much you love being a mindless bitch!”

Instantly, Byelth’s demeanor changed. Her eyes widened slightly, her face brightened, and she began twirling her hair in her finger.

“I love it so much!” Byleth said, her voice now slightly higher in pitch and filled with more enthusiasm than ever before. “It’s like, soo good to be a brainless, good little girl! Being a teacher is totally lame. I just want to be Master’s little slave! I love when he gives me pleasure and milks me and tells me what to do and stuff!”

Hilda blushed as she, and everyone else in the room, recognized this as an over-exadurated, but not entirely inaccurate impression of, well, Hilda. She supposed she shouldn’t be surprised, but it was hard not to feel a certain way about being your professor’s go-to example of a ‘slutty bimbo student’.

“Ooh, yes, girl, let it all out!” Hilda giggled. “You’re a dirty little thing, aren’t you?”

“Yes, I am!” Byleth said happily. “I don’t care if he’s my student, or whatever, I want Master to control me, pull my hair, spank me when I’m naughty, and fuck me when I’m good!”

“I’ll bet you do!” Hilda was not at all surprised to hear that Byleth liked it rough. “And why shouldn’t you, with a smoking hot bod like that?”

Hilda reached out and started fondling Byleth’s chest, amazed at how big and heavy they were. How did she fight with these things. And Byleth didn’t seem to mind. In fact, it only made her blush and giggle more.

“Yes, I do! I know everyone loves to stare at my bouncy tits all the time,” Byleth said, before whispering somehow louder than she normally talked “But I don’t call them out! I secretly love it!”

“See, isn’t it fun being honest?” Hilda asked, relishing in getting to feel up her giggling teacher in front of everyone. “From now on, you have to be totally honest about what you like! What turns you on, what really gets you going, everything! Got it?”

“Like, of course, Hilda!” Byleth said, pouting as Hilda pulled her hands away.

“Now, back to sleep with you, ya freak!” Hilda said, as complimentary as possible. Byleth immediately returned to her seat as assumed her vacant expression again.

“See, that wasn’t so hard!” Sothis said in Byleth’s head. “Maybe if you had that attitude more often, we’d actually get some action!”

Hilda then turned her attention to the dark-skinned red head sitting right behind Byleth.

“Hmm, Hapi, we don’t know each other very well, do we?” Hilda asked.

“Not well enough,” Hapi still managed to crack a joke, even in a trance.

Hilda chucked a bit, but scratched her chin thoughtfully. “You know, I’ve noticed that you can be a bit aloof sometimes. Or, all the time, really. I think you need to work on being more genuine! I believe you love being hypnotized, but how are we supposed to know if you’re not honest?”

Hapi hadn’t thought of that before. She supposed it was just in her nature to make jokes and not take things seriously.

“Now, you know what a mantra is, right?” Hilda asked.

“Yes,” Hapi said.

“Good!” Hilda said, taking a moment to think of the best one for Hilda. “So, I want you to repeat over and over again… I am a hypnotized, horny slut, and I love to obey.”

“I am a hypnotized, horny slut, and I love to obey.” Hapi repeated in an even tone.

“Perfect!” Hilda said, now speaking softer and sultrier. “I want you to repeat that phrase over, and over, and over again. Allow it to become true. No jokes or deflections.”

“I am a hypnotized, horny slut, and I love to obey.” Hapi repeated again.

“Yes you are,” Hilda reinforced. “You are a hypnotized, horny slut, and you love to obey.”

“I am a hypnotized, horny slut, and I love to obey.” Hapi repeated again.

Each time Hapi repeated it, the words etched themselves deeper and deeper into her mind. Hilda was absolutely right. It felt good to admit it. To say it earnestly, without the cover of a joke. She said it again and again and again, and each time it somehow became more true.

“Good girl,” Hilda whispered. “Doesn’t it feel so good, to honestly confess your feelings to Master? To let him know exactly how you see yourself? It’s so fun to serve and please him. So, for the rest of the night, I want you to repeat that phrase in your mind over and over again. You love to obey.”

Hapi let out a shuttering breath as Hilda walked away, the words repeating themselves in her mind over and over. When she first came here, she thought the mindless sex would be just a bit of fun. But she now saw that it was much more than that. She loved to obey. And she needed to show them.

As per usual, Constance was sitting right next to Hapi. Hilda thought about it, but decided to save her for last. So, that just left Marianne.

“Hmm, what to do with you, my sweet little Marianne?” Hilda said as she walked over. It was lucky she was in a trance, otherwise Marianen might have melted into a puddle on the spot. Instead, she stood stock still, eyes locked on Hilda.

Hilda couldn’t quite get a read on Marianne. She seemed incredibly nervous about every thing, tonight especially. And yet, she had started joining in on some of the games. Even so, she didn’t want to push things too far, too quick, and risk making her uncomfortable. Maybe she should keep things simple. She thought back to Marianne’s truths in the previous round. Sure, that seemed innocent enough!

“Kiss me,” Hilda said with a smile.

To her, this was just a fun little challenge. Bring her out of her shell by making her do something she had never done before. Nothing more than that. She had no idea that she was granting Marianne a wish she had been dreaming about for months. That she had been working up the courage to ask Hilda this very same thing all night, and failed.

Marianne, on the other hand, was having trouble thinking. Not because of the trance she was under. Because a small explosion seemed to have gone off inside her brain. She could suddenly think clearly, more clearly than she had in her entire life, as a storm of thoughts burst through even the power of Adrian’s spell. Joy, fear, denial, excitement, doubt, lust, they all raced around her like she was standing in the middle of a tornado. This was a dream. It had to be. There was no reality where Hilda would be the one to ask her for a kiss. A part of her wanted to lean back, to stay in this moment, this magical in-between, for she knew the second their lips made contact, she would wake up in her bed.

It seemed, however, that her brain was so overwhelmed with thoughts that it forgot to convey this message to her body. She found herself leaning in, closer and closer, as Hilda’s face drew nearer and nearer. Until their lips connected.

The moment Marianne felt Hilda’s soft lips against her own, the storm in her mind seemed to vanish, along with every other thought in her mind. Then, it returned 10 times stronger than ever. Oh, goddess, what should she do? She’d been so focused on the asking part, she completely forgot that she had no idea how to kiss! Should she move her lips somehow? Just stay there? What should she do with her hands? How long should she stay before it got awkward?

She did her best to follow Hilda’s lead. She didn’t go for anything too intimate or romantic. It was just a prolonged smooch! At least, it started that way.

As Hilda felt Marianne shyly press her lips against her own, something in her changed. Like a spark of electricity shooting through her mind and illuminating some dark, unseen chamber. And suddenly, a storm of thoughts was beginning to brew in her mind, too. Of course, this wasn’t her first time kissing a girl. This wasn’t even her first time kissing a girl tonight. But something about this one was… different. This wasn’t her usual sluttly little smooch, driven by her lust of being commanded to do things she normally wouldn’t do. This was… this was a kiss. It was personal. It was… almost romantic, despite the situation. It wasn’t even necessarily a very good kiss. It was clear Marianne had little to no experience. But that somehow made Hilda’s heart bleed even more.

Now, it was Hilda’s turn to have doubts as she was bombarded with feelings she was entirely unprepared for. This couldn’t just be due to the hypnosis, right? No, she was experienced enough to know the difference between a trigger and a real thought. Master hadn’t even told her to do this. She had chosen to. On a whim, sure. But even so… it was impossible to ignore. After another second or two, Hilda found her own doubts clearing far quicker than Marianne’s.

Hilda had never been romantically interested in women. Maybe sexually, and only under the influence of a trance. But never anything more than that. And that was still, for the most part, true. But in that instant she could not deny. She was into this woman.

Perhaps emboldened by hypnosis, or perhaps eager to explore this new feeling, Hilda leaned into Marianne to deepen the kiss. She didn’t want to take things too far with any excessive tongue action or anything like that, she simply pressed their lips and bodies together. She could feel Marianne’s soft chest squishing against her own, and found her hands moving down to her hips to hold her in place. She was trying her best to take things slow, to hold back and not push Marianne to quickly. But she was overwhelmed with all these brand new feelings and emotions, and was finding it difficult to restrain herself. After all, it was hard to keep things strictly innocent when you were kissing another naked girl.

Eventually, she reached a tipping point. If she went any longer, she didn’t think she could restrain herself any longer and risked scarring Marianne off for good. And so, with more strength of will than she knew she possessed, she pulled back. Both girls were breathing and blushing heavily. Hilda locked eyes with Marianne for a moment, expecting to see a vacant stare. Instead, she felt her stomach drop as she saw an undeniable lucidity in Marianne’s sparkling blue eyes. Had she… been awake for all that? Was she… not just following Hilda’s command?

Marianne’s brain was buzzing. She wanted to chase Hilda, to keep going, to let Hilda show her all the lewd things she’d learned. But this time, both her brain and body were too overwhelmed to make a move. The tornado in her mind was still raging, but all of the bad emotions, the fear, the doubt, seemed to have gone. She was left with nothing but a tingling yearning, a great sense of relief, and most of all, pride.

“...Not bad, for a first time!” Hilda said, trying to sound as casual as before as she walked away, her eyes lingering on Marianne for an extra moment. She suddenly wondered if she had been to hard on Hapi for always deflecting serious feelings with a joke.

Adrian couldn’t help but smile from his seat as he observed. He knew that Marianne had a big crush on Hilda. She wasn’t as subtle about it as she thought, after all. He’d like to say he knew that Hilda would reciprocate those feelings, too, but in truth, he was as pleasantly surprised as the rest.

Hilda was so overcome with this alien emotion that she nearly forgot she still had one girl left! It was all she could do to will the memories of the kiss from her mind to let her focus on the task at hand.

“Um, right, Constance!” Hilda said, hoping the others were too mindless to see how flustered she was. She took a deep breath as she approached the blonde, refocusing her mind. What was her job again? Oh, right, convince them all to be submissive! Had she really done that with Marianne? Ah, never mind. This last one would be easy.

“By the sound of it,” Hilda said, managing to regain her focus, “When it comes to submitting, I have a lot to learn from you!”

“Thank you, Hilda,” Constance said blankly and breathily. “That is much too kind.”

Hilda couldn’t help but notice that Constance still seemed a bit on edge. After all, she had been fucked by Hapi for the entire last game only to be denied an orgasm. Maybe focusing on tha would put her back in the right headspace.

“You sure look desperate, Constance,” Hilda needled. “What could you possibly want so bad right now?”

“I want to cum…” Constance breathed.

“Oh, I know, you poor thing,” Hilda said in mock sympathy. “But you know good girls don’t cum without permission, right? After all, I find the longer you have to wait, the better the cum ends up feeling! Just imagine how wonderful it’s going to be, after all this buildup?”

Hilda said this like it would put Constance's mind at ease, but thinking about cumming clearly had the opposite effect as Constance began rubbing her legs together and let out a small whine. And Hilda’s next question surely wasn’t going to help matters.

“You mentioned before that Master ‘broke’ you during your last session?” Hilda asked. “Tell us all exactly what that means, and how he did it.”

“Of course, Hilda, it would be my pleasure,” Constance said. “When I first visited Master, I presented him with the challenge to break me with hypnosis. To render me to a state of complete and utter submission, far greater than what we have experienced thus far."

Constance’s tone was an interesting mix of the confident assuredness she would use when explaining a new spell, and the sheepish humbleness that seemed to overtake her under the light of the sun.

“In my hubris, I believed my mind strong enough to resist his powers. However, he was able to show me how weak I really was. He overwhelmed my senses with his spell to undo my resistances and get me into a trance.”

“And let me guess, then he made you do all sorts of embarrassing and sexy stuff?” Hilda asked, recalling her own early experiences.

“No,” Constance corrected. “Once I was under his spell, he returned me to my normal senses and used a combination of positive and negative reinforcement to train me. I was free to obey or disobey any command he gave me, but he gave me a trigger to remove clothing if I disobeyed, and feel pleasure if I obeyed. He did not tell me to obey, or force me into submission. He allowed me to reach that conclusion myself.”

Constance shuddered on her feet as she recalled the details. The memories of how artfully he manipulated her into accepting her own submission only added to the pleasure still buzzing inside of her. The memories of what he did next only made things stronger.

“He did this again and again, training me to be perfectly obedient like one would a common hound. He did not suppress my thoughts and desires, like one experiences in a normal trance. He completely rewrote them. Or, rather, I did. I could not think of anything aside from pure obedience, because I did not want to. Because I chose not to. That is what it means to be broken. Then when he had finished, he claimed his prize, and showed me all the wonderful rewards that came with being broken. He used my body as he wished, and allowed me to feel pleasure better than any sex. When he was finished he allowed me to regain my normal senses, to be able to participate in everyday life. But I always yearn for the next time I can allow myself to be properly broken.”

The other girls listened to this mingled nerves and excitement. They couldn’t imagine an obedience deeper than they’d already experienced. And yet, Constance spoke about it with such confidence and reverence. Is that what was in store for them later in the night?

Well, most girls were thinking about this. It was a shame that Hilda didn’t fully catch Constance’s scintillating explanation. She no doubt would have loved the prospect of being broken in such a way. Unfortunately, she had been rather distracted, contemplating her new feelings about another girl.