Taylor Shows Up

It's later in the day. You still haven't brought Bonnie out of her trance, but you're sitting on the couch, she's on her knees in front of you. You're sliding your dick in and out of her mouth, while she stares forward, unable to resist in any way. Emma is staring forward next to you. "Please. Taylor's a nice girl. She doesn't deserve this."

"She will grow to love it. Just like you." You tell her, as you pull her in and kiss her.

"I don't love this. I hate everything about this, I hate you, I hate myself for not being able to resist you." She says flatly, no anger at all in her voice, just stating facts.

"You'll grow to love it." You tell her as her phone starts to ring.

She answers it. "Hi Taylor. Yeah, I'll be right out..." She says quietly. She grabs the rag you've doused in chloroform and walks outside. You take your cock out of Bonnie's mouth and follow her outside.

You step outside on the doorstep and see Taylor Swift standing in the driveway. She's wearing a red tanktop with Daisy Duke shorts and white heels. She's wearing some eyeliner, but has kept her makeup to a minimum. Her hair is up in a ponytail. "Emma, where are we? What's going on?" She asks confused.

Emma just walks towards Taylor, more quickly. "I'm sorry, Taylor." She says remorsefully as she pins Taylor against the door or her car, forcing the rag over her mouth and nose.

Taylor struggles, trying to get Emma's hand with the rag off her face. She's trying to scream but it's muffled. "Emma! What are you doing? Stop!!"

You see tears running down Emma's face. "I can't! I'm sorry!" As she holds Taylor against the door. Eventually Taylor starts to struggle less, her eyes go from locking onto Emma to glancing around. She slides down to the ground, Emma still holding the rag against her face. Finally Taylor loses consciousness. Emma holds the rag to her for another few seconds. Then gets up, standing over Taylor Swift's **** body. She looks back at you. "Are you happy now?!" This was the first bit of anger you've seen from her in some time.

"For now yes. I'll be even happier when you hypnotize her and put her under my control." As you pick up Taylor over your shoulder and bring her inside, Emma following behind closely. You take Taylor down to the basement and place her in the chair. "Strap her in." You order.

"Fine..." She says as she straps in Taylor's wrists, ankles, stomach and neck. Taylor starts to come to after she's strapped in.

You hand Emma a pocket watch. "The same as Bonnie. She will be completely obedient to me, just like you are."

She starts to swing the watch in front of Taylor who is regaining consciousness. Her eyes fixate on the watch and she falls into the trance she will become so familiar with. "Taylor? Can you hear me?" Emma asks sheepishly.

"Yes, I can hear you..." Taylor responds back in a monotone voice.