A call to charms

Tracer and Emily shared a long look between themselves, what would normally be a private soul searching, but in the present case was – to Dani, an open book with size twenty font.

Dani broke the silence. “Are you ready?”

“Ready?” Emily asked with a clear hint of nervousness.

“For the session. To set you two on the path to happiness, primarily focused on your heretofore suppressed sexual desires.”

“Right-o.” Tracer gulped. “Those desires.” Tracer looked at Emily again, and then back to Dani. “How did you even know that? Pretty sure we’ve never told anyone.”

Dani barked out a short, somewhat condescending laugh. “It was clear as day. The way you stared at me when I came in, the reports I’ve read with your interactions with Widomaker. Combine that with my experience in these kinds of things back in my world, and well, not hard to see in the least.”

Tracer and Emily nodded. Everything checked out.

“So are you ready or not? Because there’s plenty of other Overwatch members that need my help. I’m a busy woman.”

“Yes.” Tracer practically leapt out of her seat. But she managed to contain her energy and sat herself back down, leaning against Emily’s shoulder. “You mentioned magic?”

“Mind enchantments.” Emily piped in helpfully.

“Yes, as Tracer knows and I’ll repeat this once, I’m a mage of some expertise in the mental field. And while I can’t do a permanent brainwashing like Talon did to poor Amélie, I can sustain it for about fifteen minutes or so. A simple incantation and for all intents and purposes, you’ll be completely mind controlled to do anything I want.”

“Really?” Tracer found it a little hard to believe, but it was her friend Dani talking. She looked over at Emily again, then did a double take as she saw that Emily was looking a little flustered. Her face had a slight blush and her eyes were glazed.

Emily, for her part, had just suffered a brief vision of Tracer in Widomaker’s suit, flat on the floor, tongue lapping at Dani’s feet. A millisecond image that burned itself on her mind. Hot. She felt so suddenly hot, like an inferno had descended on her.

“Really.” Dani repeated bemusedly. “Just say the word and I’ll cast the spell. I’ve already prepared it today, just in case such a scenario as this one came up.”

Tracer felt the urge to just blurt it out without considering, but she had been working on her impulsiveness lately, and so she stopped to think. And perhaps more importantly, to consult with the love of her life.

“Emily? Luv?” She put a hand on her girlfriend’s hand, twining them together. “Are you… are you okay trying this?”

“Me? What about you? You’re the one that’s going to be brainwashed!” Emily often found that asking questions in response to being questioned was the best way to stall, and she had to stall, because she didn’t know what was going on at all. One moment she was sharing a tender date with her lover, and the next, she was discovering suppressed fetishes that she didn’t know she had. A fetish that she luckily shared the inverse of with her lover, but still, it was confusing to say the least.

“Me. Hmmmm.” Tracer hummed thoughtfully. “I suppose I never really thought about it like this, but I was always probably I guess maybe thinking about it?” The more she talked, the more images of Widowmaker intruded. “Was she still the same person underneath? Did she go through with it willingly? Was she happy like that? Was it… was it hot to have her thoughts changed? To have her body changed…”

“It’s insanely fucking hot, if you’re wondering.” Dani, who had been content to listen in, decided it was a pertinent point to add. “You want to be brainwashed. It’s the hottest thing you’ve ever thought about. And to make it even hotter, if you’re brainwashed, you’ll be betraying Emily, because you won’t have any more room to love her. Everything you are will be devoted to your mistress. You need this more than anything.”

“Oh.” When she put it like that, it was a lot more obvious. And hot. Tracer put a hand on her chest, breathing out heavily. “Oh.” Her other hand began to wander down south.

“Lena.” Emily said her lover’s name with molten desire. “It would be hot to see you brainwashed.”

“That’s right! Can you imagine it, Emily? Dear Lena here, with but a few words from me, for the next fifteen minutes would do whatever I wanted. And you want that. You want that more than anything. You want me to use her, to own her, to make her mine. Not yours. It’s the hottest thing in the world and you need it.”

“Not mine.” Emily echoed.

“Yours.” Tracer echoed.

“Just say the word.” Dani let her tongue slip out lazily, twirling across her lips. Her body slithered over closer. She loomed above the lovers, who were at this point entranced. “Just let me help you.”

Tracer blinked. She should let Dani help her.

“Brainwash me.”

“Brainwash her.”

Dani smiled. She intoned her second prepared spell of the day, “Control Mind, Greater”, in the arcane tongue, targeting Tracer. A few moments later and a burst of invisible energy enveloped Tracer’s head. It seeped in through her eyes, through her ears, through her nose, winding its way down to her brain where with lovely grasping hands, it took hold.

“Ohhhh. I can feel it.” Tracer felt her brain shiver. It was like a brain freeze in a way, but not cold or painful, just all enveloping.

“What does it feel like! Tell me!” Emily, ravenous, demanded.

“It’s like… it’s like…” Tracer couldn’t find the words. How could she describe something so transcendent, so complete. “It’s like I’m being enveloped.”

“I’ve often heard that, you know.” Dani mentioned idly. “My subjects describe it like being held, being embraced.”

“Held…” Tracer found her thoughts floating off. It was hard to think complete thoughts. Hard to think at all when… when… what was she thinking? “What…”

“The process is absolute, of course, barring some creatures with spell resistance, which luckily none of you earth humans seem to possess. Though it does take a minute or so to complete. At first the subject is still themselves, but slowly at first, and then with a surprising rapidity, they lose any will of their own. They find it hard to think, and then, then, their thoughts become whatever I say they are.”

“Is it still going on?” To Emily, the only evidence she could tell that the process was incomplete was that Tracer seemed to be trying to say something.

“Yes, give it a little bit. Soon.” Dani let out a little laugh at Emily’s exuberance. “Do you want her to be brainwashed that badly?”

“Yes!” Emily was openly panting now. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth and drool began to pool on her shirt. “I want it! I want it!”

“Good. It’s right that you want it. It’s what will bring you happiness. And look at that. It seems like the spell is finished.”

“Lena?” Emily wanted to know. Tracer didn’t respond. Instead she looked forward blankly, all the life gone out of her eyes. She too was drooling, but more so from lack of the ability to do anything to close her open mouth rather than wanton desire.

“I’m afraid she won’t respond to you. Only her mistress can command anything of her. Speaking of which. Tracer, salute.”

Tracer’s arm moved up immediately to position. Any hesitation, any need for her brain to register words, to process them, to decide, that was all gone. The spell moved the electrical signals in her brain instead of anything so mundane as her will.

Emily, naturally, came on the spot.

“Aoooohhhooh.” She howled out. How… how could anything be so hot as this? Nothing could compare, would ever compare to this. This was her lover being brainwashed. She was completely and utterly controlled. Anything Dani commanded, she would do. Emily dropped her pants, stained with her cum, and started pumping her fingers in and out.

“Do you see that Tracer? Your lover approves.”

“Yes.” Tracer saw that. She had no thought about it, but she obeyed her mistress and answered her question.

This only caused Emily to fuck hersefl more feverishly. Each and every action Tracer took on behalf of her mistress, oh, that was so good. It was so mind-numbingly good.

“But I think she would approve more if you cuckolded her, so come over and start fucking yourself on my fingers.”

Tracer walked over. With her yoga pants still on, she lowered herself on Dani’s outstretched fingers. The fabric covered fingered pushed into her core, which was well lubricated at this point. First down, then up, in a robotic rhythm.

Emily watched on, rapt. This was so much better than any fantasy she had ever had. It was a hidden, unknown, truth revealed and put forth into reality.

“Good. Stop.” Dani commanded. Tracer obeyed and stopped moving. Dani removed her fingers, covered in juice, and put them into her mouth. “Ah. The taste of fresh conquest. Always so invigorating.”

Dani licked her fingers clean and then paused a moment, divining the path forward. A brief respite, and then, ah, inspiration.

“The blank slate approach is always fun, but I think this scenario calls for a more personalized approach. Tracer, act like your normal self from three days ago but still obey my command subconsciously.”

Tracer blinked. Her eyes fluttered. Her self changed. She blinked again and was greeted with a truly bizarre situation. In front of her was a tall brown haired woman. And to her left, on the couch, was Emily, half naked, furiously masturbating.

“What? What the heck’s going on?”

“She mind-fucked you.” Emily managed between heaving gasps of arousal. “You’re her brainwashed ****.”

“Emily! What the heck are you saying?”

“It’s true,” the woman answered in Emily’s place. “You’re my ****.”

“Like heck I am!” Clearly something was wrong. Some sort of infiltration, maybe a neuro-toxin attack making people act funny. She could think this through more, but better to act quickly and ask more questions later. She didn’t have her suit on, so she couldn’t blink without danger, so she quickly – and within normal human limits, darted towards the intruder.

“Stop.” She stopped.

“What?” She couldn’t move. All she could do was look at the woman who had just commanded her.

“Strip.”

Tracer’s hands moved of their own, or the woman’s, accord. First her top and ther her bottoms. She wasn’t wearing a bra or panties, so after that she was nude. And the awkwardness of it was exacerbated by the piercing stare of the woman, like she was looking at a toy rather than a human being.

“How are you doing this?”

“She cast a spell.” Emily added helpfully.

“Emily. Did she mind control you too?”

“No.” Emily answered while mauling her own breasts. “Why would she need to mind control me? It’s so hot to see you brainwashed. I wouldn’t stop her even if I could. I love seeing you like this.”

A tear crawled down Tracer’s face. Clearly her lover was under the woman’s control too. This wasn’t the Emily she knew, or at least it was a perversion of her past all normal recognizance.

“Aw. No tears. Stop crying. Smile.”

Tracer’s eyes stopped watering and her mouth jerked into a smile.

“Now, pose for me. Get on all fours, with your boobs pressed into the ground and your back arched, pushing your butt up in the air. Ass facing me.”

Tracer’s body moved into the required pose. She had done similar before with Emily, getting into a doggy position to get fucked by a strap-on. This was more of a presentation though, like she was on display.

“Twerk.”

Tracer’s ass began swaying back and forth, in rolling circular motions. She had done this for Emily before, but now she was doing it for a complete stranger. An unknown enemy.

“Stop this.” She managed through smiling, clenched teeth.

“No.” Dani replied simply. “Slap your ass and say, ‘I’m a brainwashed **** who can’t help but twerk and slap my ass for my mistress.’”

Tracer’s hand slapped her twerking ass.

*CLAP*

A resounding clap of flesh on flesh. It stung briefly, but what stung more were the words that came out of her mouth.

“I’m a brainwashed **** who can’t help but twerk and slap my ass for my mistress.”

“Repeat until I tell you to stop.”

“I’m a brainwashed **** who can’t help but twerk and slap my ass for my mistress.”

“I’m a brainwashed **** who can’t help but twerk and slap my ass for my mistress.”

“I’m a brainwashed **** who can’t help but twerk and slap my ass for my mistress.”

“I’m a brainwashed **** who can’t help but twerk and slap my ass for my mistress.”

“I’m a brainwashed **** who can’t help but twerk and slap my ass for my mistress.”

“I’m a brainwashed **** who can’t help but twerk and slap my ass for my mistress.”

“I’m a brainwashed **** who can’t help but twerk and slap my ass for my mistress.”

“I’m a brainwashed **** who can’t help but twerk and slap my ass for my mistress.”

“I’m a brainwashed **** who can’t help but twerk and slap my ass for my mistress.”

“I’m a brainwashed **** who can’t help but twerk and slap my ass for my mistress.”

“Stop.”

Tracer’s body suddenly stopped mid twerk, her hand raised to slap her reddened butt.

“Say you love me.”

“I love you.” She said in the same cold, uncaring tone she had everything else the woman had made her say.

“Say you love me like you mean it. And do that for everything else I tell you to say.”

“I love you.” This time the words matched those she would say to Emily, full of warmth and sincerity.

“Say you hate Emily.”

“I hate Emily.”

“Ohhhhh. Aooohhwoh.” Emily cried out. “Lena, I love you so much.”

“Say you hate Emily for being such a weak-willed bitch that she let her lover get mind controlled and is turned on by it.”

“I hate Emily for being such a weak-willed bitch that she let her lover get mind controlled and is turned on by it.”

“Do you hear that, dear Emily?”

“Yes. It’s so hot.”

“Truer words have never been spoken.” Dani grinned. “But enough foreplay. Tracer, remember what you’ve forgotten. Remember that you’re my happy, willing sex ****.”

Tracer blinked as the hands in her brain shifted her components around. Oh. This new reality was nice. She looked on at Dani, her mistress, and let a genuine, non-**** smile blossom on her face.

“Mistress!” She leapt forward and hugged her adoring, beautiful, fantastic mistress. “Thank you so much for making me your ****!”

“You’re welcome!” Dani responded with equal cheer. “Thank Emily too for being such a gracious girlfriend.”

Tracer turned to look at her girlfriend again, this time viewing a soppen mess of a human being still masturbating after having come multiple times. “Thank you Emily. You’re such a good girlfriend!”

Emily couldn’t respond verbally at this point, but nodded weakly affirmatively. That was fine with Tracer. She wanted to focus on her mistress. She pressed her small tits into Dani’s matching pair.

“What would you like your sex **** to do, mistress? I’ll do anything you want.”

“Hmm.” Dani hummed while taking one of her ****’s tits in her hand. The action caused Tracer to cum. It was more than the physical contact. It was her mistress using her. It was her purpose being fulfilled.

“Rub your nipples on mine.” Dani lifted her shirt and Tracer gladly complied. She took her tits and guided them into place, rubbing as furiously as she could against her mistress’ own.

“Kiss me.” Another command, another command fulfilled. Tracer opened her mouth and sought Dani’s, twining her tongue around her mistress’. It was heaven. Heaven on earth.

A brief while later, the two detached, signaled by Dani moving away and Tracer complying to the unspoken command.

“On the floor, on your back.” Tracer jumped onto her back.

“Eat me out.” Dani descended to sit on Tracer’s face with her cunt positioned on top of Tracer’s mouth. Her tongue, which was getting a lot of use, darted out and started licking her mistress’ folds.

“Emily.” Dani called out to the mess of a human being on the couch. Normally the woman would have been insensate, but something about Dani’s words reached her. She looked up, then down at the ass grinding on her lover’s face.

“Oooh. Oooh. Oooh.” She came again.

“Emily. Tracer’s mine. You can have her for a bit every now and again, but when you need to see her brainwashed, which will be all the time, you know who to call.” Dani stood up. “Looks like the spell’s duration is up.”

Tracer blinked awake. It was jarring, having her self shifted around so much, but this felt familiar. Usual even. She was herself again. And being herself, with her fetish of being brainwashed and remembering everything that had gone on in the past fifteen minutes, she came. She came. She came. She kept on cumming. She gushed and gushed on the floor long after Dani had left.