Why should Jess have all the mind-fucked fun?

With her skirt out of the way Jess begin to shake her Illuminati-badged ass at you, slowly swaying it from side to side in front of the camera. Jess’s ass is nowhere near the scale of her new tits. In fact it’s much more cutie than booty. As if she realises that she only shakes her butt at you for a dozen seconds face down and ass up before pushing herself back up on all fours.

“It feels good to obey. Obeying arouses me. Obedience is pleasure.”

Jess looks back at you, her brown hair a frizzy mass that dangles all over and around her face. She looks so relaxed, so hypnotized and sleepily compliant. So happy to obey the brainwashing headphones.

Jess pushes herself up further with her left hand and her right reaches back to play for a moment with the hem of her skirt. Then the hand goes further back and she begins to run her hand up and down her ass crack, pushing her panties in and displaying the limited curves she has. Below her hand the swell of her pubic mound stands out clearly now due to the extra tension pulling at her panties.The damp spot is clearer too.

“I respond without thinking.” Jess’s voice is still drowsy and breathy and relaxed. But her arousal isn’t just leaking into her panties, it’s in her voice too. “I obey without thought.”

Her hand reaches even further back and finds that fleshy forbidden mound beneath the green fabric. A finger runs slowly along it. And then it pushes lightly into the cleft, pushing the darkened green fabric into the still hidden lips, but revealing to you the soft smooth fatty flesh either side. Her whole body shivers with pleasure, before the hand moves away to continue rubbing up and down between her ass cheeks. The cameltoe and the larger dark spot left behind on her panties are evidence enough of how much she is being made to enjoy this.

“I enjoy being ****. I enjoy being taken.”

Jess’s hand stops pushing up and down her ass crack. It returns to the hem of her skirt, but does not take hold of it. Instead her thumb slips under the white band of her panties. Jess begins to slowly pull her panties down with her right hand, revealing the soft smooth cheeks they hid. She pauses briefly with one cheek mostly uncovered, the top of her ass crack revealed. She sways again, teasing you with her partially revealed derriere.

“I want to be ****. I want to be taken.”

Jess’s thumb swings along the band of her panties towards the front, disappearing out of sight beneath her, and then the elastic is released with an almost inaudible twang and a flick of the fabric still concealing her pussy. Unseen her hand take a new hold and her panties slip down a little further. The whole of her ass crack is slowly unveiled, her panties taut at half-mast across one cheek and off the other, but the fabric still barely conceals her taint.

“****… Taken…,” Jess drawls in that strange drowsy voice. “I have been made to like it.”

“Jess,” you manage to croak. You’ve been silent far too long. You want to think it’s stunned silence, but you’re ashamed your silence might be because you want the show to carry on, and at the back of your mind you feel afraid and excited that it’s because the Illuminati have subliminally commanded you.

“Jess,” you try again, forgetting she can’t hear you. But her name is all you manage anyway. Because you really don’t know whether you want to beg her to stop or to carry on. You’re paralysed by the difference between what you ought to do and what you want to do.

And then Jess pulls her panties down, and her soft hairless mound and its inviting cleft sways in the centre of your phone screen. (Does she shave? Wax?) Jess sways back and forth a little, ass swinging, her slightly parted fleshy pussy lips on full display, as she returns to all fours. Jess looks back at you. But her glazed eyes aren’t really looking at you, they’re looking at the camera pointed at her. She shifts a little, seeking to expose herself as much as possible to its unblinking stare.

“I love to obey. I love to be on display.”

Then, still looking into the camera, Jess’s right hand returns to her rear. She grabs her ass cheek and pulls herself wide open. Really revealing everything.

You find yourself looking at the dark skin around Jess’s puckered asshole, and the fleshy parted lips of her labia. Jess’s snatch is as cute and deceptively demure as the rest of her. Near her clit her inner lips pout wavily open from her outer, like a kiss. But beyond her outer lips are plump and prominent, concealing the inner, a smooth slit running back to her vaginal opening. To the pink hole glistening with the arousal of her obedience.

Jess, your best friend from high school, has been hypnotized and made to show you her pussy. And maybe this is too much! It’s not a game or an act. You can’t deny it now. But what can you do? You can’t reason with Jess, she can’t even hear you. If you hang-up the phone call Jess will carry on. And if you ring the police? Please, miss, can you hold while the men in white coats come to take you away. But there’s sudden urgency building in you to do something.

“I love being mind-fucked. I want to be fucked.”

Jess’s drowsy voices makes love to ‘fucked’ both times she says it; caressing each instance with sincere brainwashed arousal.

The screen of your phone flickers for the first time in a long while. {{It’s good to be mind-fucked by the Illuminati. You love women being mind-fucked. You want Jess to be fucked.}} The weird fault is back and you’re suddenly afraid that if your phone breaks it will rob you of this. The screen returns to normal in a second or two, but those brief flickers **** you to acknowledge the truth: you want this.

Something electric and primal erupts inside you. You feel real sexual lust for Jess. An urgent animal hunger to… What? Fuck her? It’s unfamiliar, and weird, and wonderful. All thought of rescuing Jess vanishes. Maybe this is the missing component in the alchemy of your sexuality? You need friendship and an emotional connection to feel attraction. You need the spice of brainwashing to feel lust. Whatever. Introspection is for later. Jess is still displaying her pussy to the camera, and she’s talking again.

“I want to be penetrated.” {{You want Jess to be penetrated. Masturbate.}}

“I want to be dominated.” {{You want Jess to be dominated. Masturbate.}}

“I want to be violated.” {{You want Jess to be violated. Mastubate.}}

Jess’s voice is slow and drowsy at first as she repeats the words coming out of the headphones and flowing unimpeded by her absent will into her unnaturally receptive mind. But when she says “dominated” there’s no drowsiness. It’s a moan of erotic desire, of crazed needy lust. And when she says “violated” the face looking back at you blazes with wanton passion. Like a furnace door suddenly opened her eyes burn and you feel like you’re looking into the incandescent heat of Jess’s core. And then the fire is hidden but not extinguished as her eyes go blank and drowsy again.

Jess’s words and passion drive you wild. You can’t hold yourself back any longer. You pull and paw at your clothing till they’re a dishevelled mess with your jeans yanked down and your hand in your panties and at your clit and you are masturbating to the sight of your brainwashed friend’s sex show.

And then Jess’s face sinks back into the covers of her bed and her other hand comes snaking through from between her thighs. Fingers spreads her pussy lips wide for your inspection, and she pulls at herself to show you the proud pink button of her clit, and the wetness of her bright pink pussy. She isn’t masturbating for you, not quite. Her goal isn’t her own pleasure, but yours.

But you are masturbating, oh yes, with shameless abandon. Your goal is very much the pleasure arcing up from the way your fingers are rubbing at your clit and your wet slit. You might be a virgin but you know how to get yourself off.

Jess holds herself unashamedly open for your eager study. For your fucking jilling-off pornographic viewing pleasure, wiggling just a little to let you see it all perfectly. She has ****, no will, and you realize you have no shame left. You even consider moving your phone so that Jess can see just how much pleasure she’s giving you.

“I want to be dominated. I need to be used. I want to be fucked in my every hole,” Jess voice is low and needy, the tone a strange urgent mixture of drowsy repetition and throaty moan of lust and pleasure.

{{Mind-fucked women must be dominated. Mind-fucked women must be used. Mind-fucked women must be fucked in their every hole.}}

You ache to give Jess what she so badly wants and needs. You are her friend. You want what's best for her. You want to put your tongue in her folds and taste her. You want your fingers pistoning deep in her needy cunt, feeling her heat and the pulse of her brainwashed lust. You remember she has a mouth, waiting to ravished by your tongue and fucked by your fingers. Even her puckered asshole tempts you. You want to fuck your friend Jess’s every hole.

You curse the screens, the distance, the history, that separates the two of you. Everything that’s stopping you fucking, using, and violating every hole of your docile obedient brainwashed friend.