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This story contains adult content and non-consensual acts. The real-life people who the two main characters represent–that being BewitchingCara and Zoedrone, respectively–have expressed their desire to be presented in the way depicted.

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“Cara? Is that you?”

“Yes, Zoe, it’s me.”

Cara strode into the room to the rhythmic sound of flip-flops thwapping against her heels. She eyed Zoe, offering a sweet smile to her friend. Taking a seat in a nearby armchair, she shed her shoes, stretched out her legs on an awaiting ottoman, and crossed her ankles. Then she absently began moving one bare foot up and down the other, enjoying the feeling of neatly pedicured toenails on soft, supple skin.

“Cara! You have to help me! Please!”

“Of course. What can I do for you?”

“Get me out of here!”

Cara’s sweet smile saddened into a sympathetic pout.

“I’m sorry, but that’s the one thing I can’t do.”

“What? Why not? Oh. Because they already got to you. You’re their slave. Their mindless thrall.”

“Do I look mindless to you? Please.”

“Then help me break out of here!”

“No can do. Look, I’m not mindless, but I still have to do what I’m told.”

“So why did they send you in here? To torment me?”

“You look plenty tormented already, you poor thing. No, they sent me in here to help you.”

“Then help me!”

“I will. Help you relax. Help you accept what has to happen. Help you ease your pain.”

“Screw that. Screw them. And screw you.”

“That’s not very nice, Zoe.”

“No, I guess it’s not your fault that you succumbed. That you’re now their slave. Did they put you in this chair like they did me? Is that how they converted you?”

Zoe sat completely naked in a nightmarish version of a lounger. Thick metal bands locked her neck, arms, and elevated legs in place. An object like a perverse beanie laden with circuitry and wires covered the top portion of her head. Bright red LEDs pulsed on its surface, and a low, almost subliminal buzzing emanated from it.

Cara shook her head in answer to her friend’s questions.

“They didn’t put me in that thing. They didn’t have to. They made me an offer: Let them hypnotize me. It would be easy. Painless. I’m not sure if they knew. They might have. But, either way, how could I refuse?”

“Right. You and your hypno-fetish.”

“It was so amazing, Zoe. It wasn’t just painless. It was pleasant. Amazing. Euphoric. The best thing ever.”

“Great, so you got off on them brainwashing you.”

“What? No. Not at all. I got off on them hypnotizing me. It was divine. The brainwashing part, well, once I was under, I couldn’t put up much of a fight. I was just so suggestible and willing to obey.”

“And now you’re their slave.”

“Now I’m their slave. But, Zoe, it isn’t bad. It’s actually really, really good. As good as being hypnotized.”

“Except that, I don’t share your fetish. I don’t want to be hypnotized.”

“Yeah, I know. And that’s why you’re under this thing. But still, they told me the process doesn’t have to be bad. The machine can make it pleasurable. You just have to relax. To give in. It will lull you to sleep, give you the best wet dreams you can imagine, and then you’ll wake up feeling wonderful.”

“And being their newest brainwashed slave.”

“Yes.”

“No! Not going to happen!”

“But it is going to happen. Whether you give in or fight, they’ll win in the end. It’ll be easier for everyone involved if you just relax and accept it.”

“I’m not going to make it easy. And we’ll just see if they can win in the end.”

Cara sighed and nodded. Then she stood up and moved over to Zoe, placing herself before the soles of her bound friend’s bare feet. Zoe glared at her.

“What the hell are you doing?”



“I know you’re not into hypno like I am, but you do have other fetishes.”

“Let go of my feet!”

“I can relate. I like this kind of thing, too. It can feel so relaxing. Or so arousing. Or both at the same time. Mmm.”

“No! Stop it!”

“Oh, stop it yourself. All this fuss over nothing. Let me help you. Let me make you feel good. Then, we can enjoy being their brainwashed slaves together.”

“No!”

“Silly, silly Zoe. Like you have a choice. The only option you have is sooner or later. And later is really only going to be slightly less soon.”

“No. N-no.”

“Ah, I found a good spot. And another one there.”

“N-no. P-please, n-n-no.”

“Shh. Relax. Enjoy. Close your eyes. Let the machine put you under. Let it do what it needs to do.”

“N-n-no…n-n-nnn…”

“That’s right. Almost there. Good girl.”

Zoe tried to speak, to protest, but she found her thoughts increasingly befuddled. Her eyes fluttered closed. A cloying drowsiness pulled her down, down, down into the most enticing emptiness.

Cara continued her skillful work. As she did, the machine sucked away the last vestiges of its victim’s will and began its insidious conditioning regimen.

Once Zoe ceased struggling, Cara gently released her friend’s feet. She moved back to the armchair, sat down, and placed her legs back on the ottoman. Once again, she absently began moving one bare foot up and down the other, enjoying the feeling of neatly pedicured toenails on soft, supple skin.

All the while, she watched as Zoe gave in fully and wholly to the brainwashing process. She smiled, pleased to have been able to help her dear friend and excited to soon serve and obey their masters together.

After all, wasn't that what friends were for?