The Goldbergs The Hypnotic Reunion

Chapter One: The Reunion

In the bustling heart of Jenkintown, Pennsylvania, the vibrant echoes of laughter and chatter filled the grand halls of Williamsburg High School.

The air had nostalgia as the class of 1980 something gathered for their long-awaited reunion.

The walls, once adorned with the youthful spirit of ambition and rebellion, now reverberated with the stories of lives lived, lessons learned, and futures shaped.

Erica Goldberg, looking absolutely stunning in a crimson dress, her raven hair cascaded over her shoulders, setting off the emerald dress that hugged her curves like a glove

As Erica surveyed the sea of familiar faces with a warm smile.

She had come so far from the shy, insecure teenager she once was.

Now a successful musician with a spark in her eye that spoke volumes of her ambition.

Lainey Lewis blonde and bubbly, har been Erica’s best friend since childhood and had become a teacher at the high school.

Lainey looked equally radiant in a figure-hugging, sleeveless number that highlighted her toned arms in the emerald gown that made her blue eyes pop as Erica saw her across the room.

The two had remained inseparable, their friendship a bastion of support through the tumultuous years of self-discovery and growth.

“Oh my God Lainey” Erica ran across the room to where Lainey was standing.

As Erica rushed to embrace her long time best friend Lainey Lewis, Lainey couldn’t hold back her joy of seeing her best friend after so many years.

“You look absolutely amazing Erica!” Lainey exclaimed.

“This dress is to die for! Did you make it yourself?”

Erica blushed, her cheeks matching the deep red of her dress.

“Thanks, Lainey. I actually picked it up from a vintage store in New York”

“It's surprising what you can find when you're not looking for it,” she said, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

“How have you been doing, I can’t believe your a music teacher here now!” Erica exclaimed with a touch of awe in her voice.

She had always known that Lainey had a passion for music, but to see her living her dream was something else.

Lainey giggled. “It's been a wild ride, but I love it and what about you?”

“Tell me everything about your music career!”

The two friends hugged tightly, the excitement of reuniting after years apart palpable in the air.

As they broke apart, Lainey and Erica heard a voice behind them.

"Have you guys got room for one more"

As Erica and Lainey turned around they were floored by the vision of beauty that was Dana Caldwell.

Dana had blossomed into a stunning beauty, her blonde locks fell in waves over her back, a daring neckline hinting at what lay beneath her little black dress.

Dana was a successful model, having graced the covers of countless magazines, but the fire in her eyes had remained unchanged—it was the same fiery spirit that had captured Erica’s brother Adam's heart all those years ago.

"Dana! I can't believe it's you!" Erica's voice was filled with genuine surprise and delight.

"You look absolutely breathtaking!"

Dana, with a wink and a smirk, sailed closer to them.

"Thanks, Erica. I've missed you two so much. It's been ages since we've all been together like this."

The three women shared a moment of nostalgia, their eyes scanning the room as they reminisced about the good old days.

As they laughed and caught up on lost time, none of them noticed the shadowy figure lurking in the corner, Tony, the high school therapist, who had always harbored a secret desire for the trio.

His eyes gleamed with malicious intent as he recalled the hypnotic triggers he had planted in their minds during those innocent counseling sessions.

The reunion party was in full swing, the rhythmic pulse of music setting the mood as the former classmates mingled and danced.

The aroma of spilled drinks and faint scent of perfume wafted through the air as the night grew warmer and the conversations grew louder.

As the song came to an end Erica realised she need to use the ladies room.

I’ll be back in a minute ladies don’t start the next dance number without me”

With a laugh and a wave from Lainey and Dana, Erica headed for the bathroom, her heels clicking against the linoleum floor.

The hallway was quieter, the music muffled by the thick bathroom door.

She pushed it open and stepped inside, the cool air providing a welcome respite from the heat of the crowded room.

The bathroom was empty, the mirrors reflecting her solitude as she made her way to a stall.

After finishing in the stall Erica took a moment to reapply her makeup and check herself out in the mirror, feeling a thrill of excitement knowing she had just the right amount of blush to make her look flushed from dancing.

As she was about to leave, she heard the squeak of one of the stalls open and the sound of footsteps approaching her.

She turned to see who it was, but before she could, she felt a hand cover her mouth and another hand squeeze her neck.

Panic surged through her as she tried to scream, but the hand muffled her cries.

"Shh, Erica. It's just me, Tony," a familiar yet eerie voice whispered in her ear.

She recognized it as the high school therapist, who had always had an unsettling way of looking at her.

His hand slid from her neck to her shoulder, and she felt his warm breath against her cheek.

Her eyes widened as she realized the gravity of the situation. Erica's heart raced,

“Now Now don’t resist after all you won’t remember this, Tony leaned closer to her ear his breath so hot and filled with an evil tint of power and seduction.

“Banana Hammock”

The words hit her like a sledgehammer to the soul, a jolting sensation ripped through Erica’s body as her mind went blank.

Her eyes glazed over, pupils dilating as she slipped into a deep hypnotic trance.

The hand over her mouth released its grip, and she stood there, oblivious to her surroundings, ready to be molded by Tony’s sick desires.

Tony’s grin widened, his eyes gleaming with victory as he stepped back, admiring his handiwork.

Erica remained motionless, a beautiful statue awaiting his command.

"Good girl," he murmured, his voice dripping with satisfaction.

“You remember me Erica don’t you”

Tony’s voice was a seductive purr that sent shivers down Erica’s spine, even in her hypnotic haze.

She nodded obediently, her eyes still vacant.

“Who am I to you tell me Erica”

“You are Master Tony, my creator, my guide, my everything,” Erica's voice was soft and submissive, a stark contrast to her usual confident tone.

Tony felt a rush of power at the sound of her obedience.

He leaned in closer, his breath warm against her ear.

"And what will you do for Master Tony?"

Without hesitation, Erica replied,

"I will obey you in every way, Master Tony."

Her voice was a mere whisper, her thoughts fully under his control.

Tony's grin grew even more wicked.

"Good," he murmured, his hand sliding down to cup her chin.

"Now, let’s have some fun." Tony said as he pulled her into one of the stalls.

In the dimly lit stall, Erica felt Tony's hands on her body, exploring, possessing her as if she were a ragdoll with no will of her own.

His fingers traced the neckline of her dress, and she felt the fabric slip away from her shoulders, exposing her ample breasts.

He stepped closer, his erection pressing against her.

Erica's breath hitched, but she didn't resist—she couldn't. She was his to command.

Now my pet cup your breasts and play with your nipples for me," Tony instructed, his eyes dark with lust as he watched

Erica's body responded to his command.

She obeyed, her hands moving to her chest, her thumbs flicking over her hardened nipples.

Erica's eyes remained vacant, a silent testament to the depth of the hypnotic trance she was in.

Tony felt his cock throb with excitement as he watched Erica’s body react to his words.

Her breathing grew shallower and her pupils dilated even further as she played with her own breasts.

“Now repeat for me I am a slut that must obey”

Erica’s voice was a soft monotone as she repeated back to Tony

“I am a slut that must obey.”

The words seemed to hang in the air, a chilling reminder of the power he held over her.

“Perfect, now tell me, Erica, do you like having your pussy fucked from behind ?”

Erica's cheeks flushed a deep crimson, even in her trance.

"Yes, Master Tony," she murmured, her voice a soft whisper of submission.

"Good," Tony purred, his voice thick with desire.

"Now, bend over the sink for me, and spread your legs."

With mechanical obedience, Erica walked out of the stall and bent her waist at the sink, her palms flat on the cool porcelain, her legs spread wide.

The sound of her dress at her feet rustling filled the small space as she complied with his demand.

Tony stepped closer, his eyes raking over her exposed flesh like a predator eyeing its prey.

He reached out and traced a finger along her spine, feeling her shiver at his touch.

As Tony stared down at her he noticed she wasn’t wearing any panties and he got to see more than he bargained for.

“Oh Erica were we planning something for tonight were we?

Master Tony’s question was met with a nod from Erica, her body now a canvas for his dark desires.

She felt his hand slip down the curve of her back, his fingers grazing the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh before reaching the apex of her legs.

Erica's knees went weak with anticipation as Tony's fingers found their way to her already soaked pussy.

“Oh Yes Master I was”

Erica’s voice was barely a murmur as she felt Tony’s hand slip down the curve of her back, her body responding instinctively to his touch.

He stepped closer, his erection pressing into her ass as his fingers danced along the edge of her pussy.

“And what was you planning on doing tonight?

Master Tony’s question sent a ripple of excitement through Erica’s body, even as it remained under his control.

“I was hoping to find a man to pleasure, Master,” Erica murmured, her voice a soft, obedient whisper.

Tony's grin widened at her confession.

"And what a lucky girl you are to have found me," he said, his voice thick with lust.

He stepped closer, his erection now pressing firmly against her ass as he slipped his fingers into her wetness.

Erica gasped, her body arching into his touch.

"Now, tell me, Erica, who is the man you wanted to pleasure?"

"Master Tony," she responded automatically, her voice a breathy sigh.

Tony's chuckle was low and sinister.

"Good girl," he murmured, his fingers delving deeper into her warm, welcoming pussy.

"Now, let's see if you can keep your promise."

With a swiftness that belied his years, his cock grew extremely hard as he positioned himself behind Erica, his cockhead nudging against her wetness.

Erica felt the pressure build as he pushed inside her, filling her completely.

Her body shuddered with the sudden intrusion, but she remained silent, lost in the hypnotic haze.

Tony began to thrust, his hips slapping against her ass with a rhythmic beat that matched the distant music outside.

Erica's eyes were half-closed, her breath coming in short gasps as she focused on his touch.

Each stroke was a declaration of ownership, a reminder of her new role as his mindless plaything.

In the main room of the reunion, Lainey and Dana were growing concerned.

Erica had been in the bathroom for longer than seemed reasonable, and their curiosity had piqued.

With matching looks of concern, they excused themselves from their former classmates and made their way down the hallway looking for Erica.

Meanwhile as Lainey and Dana went to look for Erica, Erica now under her Masters command was now riding Tony like a mindless sex toy.

Her hips bucking back and forth as he held onto her waist and pounded into her from behind.

Erica’s eyes were closed and she was biting her lower lip to keep from screaming out with pleasure.

The bathroom stall was a mess of sweat and lust as their bodies collided together in a symphony of depravity.

Just then before Tony and Erica registered what was happening the door to the bathroom swung open.

The music from the party spilling in as Tony rushed to drag Erica into one of the stalls his cock still deep inside her wet pussy.

As the two of the them hid in the stall, Lainey and Dana looked around, their eyes scanning the room.

They heard the muffled sounds of moaning and slapping flesh coming from one of the stalls.

As Lainey pushed open the stall, both Lainey and Dana’s eyes widened in shock. Dana's hand went to cover her mouth, while Lainey took a tentative step forward.

“What the hell?” Lainey's voice was a mix of shock and confusion.

Dana’s eyes went wide as she saw Erica riding Tony reverse cowgirl style, her body moving in sync with Tony’s thrusts.

As She stared at them both Dana saw the glazed look in Erica's eyes.

“Erica what are you doing get off him” Dana called out to her friend as she took a step back in horror.

But Erica didn’t move.

She remained impaled on Tony’s cock, her body moving on autopilot as she obeyed his silent commands.

“Oh, look what we have here,” Tony said, his voice laced with a dark chuckle.

“Two more naughty girls for me to play with” as he remembered Lainey and Dana from their days in High School.

Lainey and Dana stared at their hypnotized friend in disbelief, their minds racing with questions and confusion.

But before they could react or protest, Tony still fucking Erica couldn’t help but smile.”

“Wow you two have got even sexier especially you Dana look at those tits”

Tony’s lecherous gaze washed over the two stunned women as Erica’s body continued to obey his silent commands, her hips rising and falling as he fucked her with a ferocity that belied his age.

“You two remember me, right? Tony, your friendly neighborhood therapist from back in the day,” he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

Dana and Lainey looked at each other, their expressions a mirror of shock and disbelief.

They couldn’t believe what they were seeing, but the hypnotic glaze in Erica’s eyes was undeniable.

“What have you done to her, Tony?” Dana’s voice was shaky, but filled with accusation.

Tony's smile grew even wider, his hips never missing a beat as he drove into Erica’s mindless body.

“Oh, it’s nothing really, Dana. I’ve just tapped into the little presents I left behind in all of your minds all those years ago”

“You see, back when you were all just innocent little school girls, I made sure to leave some special suggestions in your subconscious”

“And now, all it takes is a little trigger word to bring those desires to the surface. Just like Erica here”

Dana and Lainey exchanged horrified glances, their minds racing.

They had all had therapy sessions with Tony back in high school, but none of them had ever suspected that he could be capable of something so twisted.

“What are you talking about, Tony?” Lainey’s voice was a mix of anger and fear.

Tony pulled out of Erica, leaving her panting and still in her trance.

He stepped over to Dana, his eyes gleaming with malice.

“You know, Dana, that little crush you had on me back in the day”

“That was no coincidence. It was all part of my plan. And now, it’s time to complete it.”

Without warning, he leaned in and whispered Dana’s trigger word, "French Fries," into her ear.

Immediately, Dana’s eyes went wide before glazing over, just like Erica’s had.

Her body went limp, and Tony had to catch her to prevent her from falling.

Lainey stared at Dana in horror, realizing she was next.

"No, Tony, please don't do this," she begged, her voice trembling with fear.

But Tony was beyond reason, his eyes gleaming with triumph.

"Don't worry, Lainey," he said, his voice a slick promise of depravity. "You're going to love it.

He leaned in as he grabbed her neck and whispered into Lainey's ear.

"Cotton Candy."

The room around her spun as the hypnotic command took hold.

The vibrant colors of the reunion and the sounds of laughter faded away, replaced by a void where only Tony's will remained.

Lainey felt her knees give out, but Tony's arms were there to support her, guiding her to stand up straight as she stood there mindless waiting for orders from her Master.