The Gilmore Girls Hypnotised Sluts

Chapter One: A Master Calls

The warm embrace of a sunny Sunday afternoon painted a cozy picture in the quaint town of Stars Hollow.

Lorelai Gilmore, with her vibrant hair and infectious smile, sat cross-legged in her jeans on the couch, wearing a purple shirt as she sipping from a cup of freshly brewed coffee.

The aroma filled the living room, mixing with the faint scent of baked cookies that lingered from an earlier sugar craving.

Across from her, Rory, her daughter, engrossed herself in a book, her nose buried in the pages as she curled up in the oversized armchair as she wore a blue knit with a short black skirt.

The gentle purr of the fireplace whispered comfort, a soft pattern of crackling wood playing in the background.

The serenity was abruptly shattered by a knock at the door.

Lorelai set down her coffee cup with a clatter, the sudden noise jolting Rory from her world of fantasy of books

They exchanged puzzled glances; they weren't expecting company.

With a shrug, Lorelai made her way to the door, Rory trailing curiously behind.

The moment they swung it open, a tall, mysterious man greeted them, his eyes piercing and a peculiar smile playing on his lips.

In his hand, he held a shimmering, mesmerizing pendant that danced with the light.

"Good afternoon, ladies. My name is Damien” he said, his voice smooth as velvet.

"I have something you might find... intriguing."

Without invitation, he stepped into the house, the coolness of his presence seeping into the warmth of their house.

His eyes narrowed as he held the pendant out to them, the crystal in the center pulsing with an eerie glow.

Lorelai's curiosity piqued, she leaned in for a closer look, while Rory took a cautious step back.

"What is that?" Lorelai asked, her voice filled with a hint of skepticism.

The man's smile grew wider, revealing a set of perfect teeth. "This," he said, holding the pendant closer, "is a gateway to pleasure beyond your wildest dreams."

Before either of them could react, the man swung the pendant in a hypnotic arc between their faces.

The light reflected off its surface, casting a strobe of colors across their eyes.

Lorelai felt a strange tingle in her head, and the world around her began to fade into a blur.

Rory soon followed her mother as she fell even deeper into a trance, the grip on her book loosened in her hand as she swayed slightly on her feet.

"Look into the light," Damian instructed, his voice taking on a deeper, commanding tone.

Lorelai and Rory, unable to resist, stared into the crystal, their eyes widening as the colors grew more vivid.

The pendulum swung back and forth, and with each pass, their eyelids grew heavier.

The hypnotic trance took hold, their minds slipping from reality into a world where his every word was law.

"You are now under my control," he murmured, his voice a siren's call in their hazed minds.

"You will do as I say, think as I think, and crave only what I allow."

Lorelai and Rory stared at each other, their pupils dilated with a hunger that neither could comprehend.

Then Damian stepped closer, the pendant now dangling just before their eyes.

He leaned in, his breath warm against their faces, and whispered,

"Call me Master."

"Yes, Master," Lorelai and Rory murmured in unison, their voices dreamy and submissive.

The words echoed through their mouth their minds, and without a second thought, Damians smile grew, his power over them palpable.

He reached out and touched Lorelai's cheek, his thumb tracing the line of her jaw.

Lorelai leaned into his touch, a soft moan escaping her lips as Rory watched, her eyes glazed with desire, her body responding in kind to the scene in front of her mother and her new Master.

Master took Lorelai's hand and led her to the couch, his grip firm yet gentle.

He sat down and pulled her onto his lap, her legs straddling him.

His hand slid up her shirt, cupping her breast, and she gasped, her nipples hardening beneath his touch.

Rory hovered nearby, her cheeks flushed as she watched her mother succumb to her Master’s will.

"Your first lesson," he began, his eyes boring into Lorelai's, "is obedience."

His hand slid down to her waist, unbuckling her jeans.

"Undress for me," he ordered, his voice a soft, seductive whisper.

Lorelai's hands moved on their own accord, unbuttoning her pants and sliding them down her legs and soon after taking off her top revealing her large bare breasts to the whole room.

She stepped out of pants, now only in her underwear, feeling a strange mix of embarrassment and excitement.

Rory watched, her breath hitching as she took in the sight of her mother's exposed skin.

Her Master’s eyes flicked to her, and she felt his command in her very soul.

She too began to strip, her clothes pooling around her ankles until she stood before him in nothing but a matching bra and panties set.

He nodded approvingly, his gaze raking over their bodies with a hunger that made their stomachs flip.

"Good girls," he praised, his voice like a caress. "Now, Rory, come here."

Rory's legs moved of their own accord, bringing her closer to the couch.

She knelt before him, her eyes never leaving his as he reached out to stroke her hair.

"You're going to learn to serve me, just like your mother," he said, his tone both comforting and commanding.

Lorelai, still in a daze, watched as the man's hand slid from her breast to her stomach, his thumb circling her belly button before descending to the damp fabric of her panties.

She bit her bottom lip as his fingers slipped beneath the elastic, teasing the soft, sensitive flesh of her mound.

"Master," she whimpered, the word slipping from her mouth like a confession.

He smirked, enjoying the sound of it.

"That's right, Lorelai," he said, his voice a low purr. "You're both mine now."

With a flick of his wrist, he sent Lorelai's panties sliding down her legs.

She stepped out of them, leaving her completely exposed to his gaze.

Damian slid his hand down to her wetness, his fingers parting her folds and slipping inside her.

Lorelai's hips jerked, a moan escaping her lips as he began to pump them in and out, her eyes rolling back in her head.

Her Master leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. "You like that, don't you?"

Lorelai could only nod, her body responding to his every touch as if it had been programmed to do so.

Rory watched, her own arousal growing as she saw her mother's reactions.

The man, now her master, turned his attention to Rory, his hand leaving Lorelai's pussy to glide over Rory's cheek.

"Take off your bra," he instructed.

“Yes Master” Rory's hands trembled as she reached behind her to unclasp the hooks, the fabric falling away to reveal her firm, young breasts.

The master's eyes gleamed with approval as he motioned Rory to lean forward as he took one nipple between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it gently.

"Good," Damian said. "Now, your panties."

Her cheeks aflame, Rory complied, sliding her panties down her legs.

She stepped out of them, now as bare as her mother.

The master's hand traveled down her body, his fingers tracing the curves of her waist, before coming to rest between her legs.

He slipped a finger inside her, and she gasped, her knees threatening to buckle.

"You're both so wet for me," he murmured, his voice a dark promise. "But before we proceed, I need to train you both properly."

Master guided Lorelai to her knees before the fireplace, the warmth of the flames flickering across her bare skin.

He removed his own pants, revealing an erect cock that stood tall and proud. Lorelai stared, her mouth watering at the sight.

"Your first task," he said, his voice low and commanding, "is to worship me."

Lorelai and Rory looked at each other, the reality of their situation sinking in.