Horror . . . And Then Arousal

Ohya was floored. She had no idea something like this was even possible. She had the vague idea that she knew that girl. She thought… wait, was she one of the Phantom Thieves? This could be huge trouble. She knew the smart thing to do was call the police, call Akira about his teammate in trouble, but all she could think about was Futaba’s pleading voice. She’s going to contact her again any moment now. She had to say vigilant.

But the only thing on her screen was the spiral. Watching it spin and twist and flash it’s colors at her reminded her of the video. If she was going to help this girl she had to stop herself from succumbing to whatever that was. She went through everything Futaba said about the spiral in her brain.

‘The Spiral is pretty.’ Well this spiral was certainly pretty. More than that it was absolutely gorgeous, the way colors twist and blend into each other captivates her eyes and makes her feel like she could spend hours watching it spin and spin and spin and spin and spin-

‘The spiral makes my head spin.’ Well looking at it does certainly make her a bit dizzy, spinning, twirling, crossing all her thoughts into each other. She spins around as the watches spiral her, or the spiral sees her, it colors her it-

‘The pretty spiral makes my pussy wet.’ Did it? Well, the pretty was spiral, and the head colors made her spin spiral. But didn’t mean, wait what? Spiral, spin, wet, pretty, wet, colors, wet, pussy, wet, wet pussy, pussy is wet,…

The spiral makes her pussy wet. All the other things about the spiral are true, so it must, it only makes sense. The spiral makes her pussy wet. Master. The spiral makes her pussy wet. ****. The spiral makes her pussy wet. Control. The spiral makes her pussy wet. Obey. “The spiral makes my pussy wet. Master. ****. Control. Obey.” Ohya mutters under her breath.

Suddenly Ohya was starting to get wet, She didn’t think this was the kind of thing that turned her on but the proof was in her pussy. It was hard to believe that just a few moments ago, she was concerned for the girl. Now she was jealous of the girl.

Futaba rubbed her thighs together as she hacked in to Ichiko Ohya’s E-mail account. She took a moment to marvel yet again at her Master’s strategic genius. To have her perform as a hostage, using Ohya’s sense of journalistic justice to draw her in, the have Futaba hack in to her account with the hypnotic subliminal spiral she made.

Having hacked into Ohya’s computer, she used the laptop’s camera to keep watch over Ohya. She was able to wirelessly connect her microphone to Ohya’s speakers and said to her-

“What are you?”

“****” Ohya responds.

“What do you do?”

“Obey.”

“What do you need?”

“Control.”

“Control from who?”

“Master.”

“Who is Master?”

“Master is-“ Ohya racked her brain. She was a ****, so of course she had a Master, but what was his name? “Master is… is…”

“You don’t know. Because you don’t have a Master.” Ohya was mortified. A **** without a Master? That didn’t even make any sense!

“But I Do. My Master sent me to test your loyalties, so he can judge if he should let you serve him. You will do everything I say, and if you obey like a good girl, Master will add you to his harem.” Ohya’s eyes widened, suddenly she had hope. Futaba used her connection to have Ohya’s camera start recording and add that recording to Futaba’s computer.

“Strip” Ohya took off her shirt then quickly stood up to slide off her jeans. The she snapped off her bra and took off her panties. She stood before her laptop totally naked.

“Play with your nipples” Ohya squeezed her fingers between her thumb and pointer finger. She tugged on her nipples over and over again, ran her palms over them, and regularly flicked them. “Stop. Are your nipples hard?” Ohya nodded. “Good, now you need to put a nipple clamp on one of them, just one, and if you don’t have any, find a suitable stand-in.”

“Yes Ma’am” Ohya ran out of shot and was gone for a few minutes, when she returned she had a clothespin on her right nipple.

“Whenever I say flick you will flick your makeshift nipple clamp. Flick” Ohya flicked the clothesline stimulating her nipple and shuttering.

“Good girl, now when I say tease, with one hand you will light graze your unclamped Nipple with your fingertip gently trace a finger up and down your pussy lips, just enough to tease yourself but not enough to cum. An obedient **** only cums when her Master tells her to. tease.” Ohya lightly teased herself as instructed.

“Good, now stare into the spiral again, let it just pull in your mind and listen to my words as I fiddle around in your brain.”