Pixie Isobella

Bridie has agreed to fuck all of her husband’s friends. Their host, Brennan, hypnotised her to have to obey them. Now she’s learning just how humiliating it will be to be the men’s fucktoy…

I finally got back to Stealing Bridie!

I know some of you have been waiting for this for a while… So here it is with a whole new chapter! For everyone who hasn’t read the start, check out the first chapter of Stealing Bridie here!

Stealing Bridie: Chapter 6

Stealing Bridie is an hypnosis mind control erotica with male domination, female submission and degradation, and non-consensual elements. (Chapter 1 is here).

I am Gary’s toy. He’s so horrible. I think this was a mistake except that I know it wasn’t.

I felt halfway between numb and excited as Gary bent down to slide his hands to hold me by my upper arms, then he pulled me to my feet. I felt small and very naked in front of him.

You’re so much more fun like this. I’ve got you first.

*You’ll worship me, won’t you, titties?’

You won’t have any choice.

Gary let go of my upper arms, replacing his grip of my arms with a single hand in my thick, loose hair. He led me unresisting across the room to the king-sized bed, while my heart tried to jump out of my chest.

Oh gods, no, not yet. I’m not ready yet. Not for the bed.

This isn’t really happening.

Except that I knew that it was happening and that I had chosen every part of it. My skin felt clammy in the warm air and my breasts still felt too large, too exposed. I could feel the warmth of my thighs as they rubbed against each other.

Every part of me felt over-sexualised as if I had been turned into a sex object sometime during the last hour. I was a collection of rounded curves and fuckable holes and crevices. A cosy armful in a bed and an inevitably willing partner in whatever wanton excesses the men chose.

What if I change my mind? I thought helplessly, the question I hadn’t thought to ask from Brennan earlier. I looked across at him to see a slight, encouraging smile on his face as if he read my thoughts all over again. I read his answer on his face too, and I shivered at his response.

There is no going back, Bridie love. Don’t worry. You’ll be mine soon.

Gary sat on the bed, his legs spread wide and pulled me to stand between his knees. His face gloated at me.

‘This is just the first time. I’m going to be nice the first time. I’ll force you later. I’ll make you fight back and resist and beg me to stop. And he’ – glanced meaningfully at Brennan – ‘he only said he gets you when we’re all done. You’re going to be a mess by then, titties.’

He had let go of my hair when he sat down and now he lifted his hands to my hips, stroking the skin across my stomach, running a lazy hand up to casually knead one of my breasts.

‘Get those panties off, love,’ he murmured. ‘Get ready for your fucking.’

Flushing hotly, I wondered how on earth I had let myself into for this humiliation. My arms moved of their own accord and I bent forward, sliding my briefs down past my hips and butt. I pushed them irrevocably down my legs until they fell on the floor around my ankles.

‘Straighten up,’ said Gary, his hands still roaming the front of my body and my legs. ‘Step out of them. Put your legs wide.’

I obeyed the rolling stream of commands, feeling my breath shallow and fast as I stood up. It was easy enough to step out of the panties and suddenly I felt so naked, surrounded by men who were still fully clothed. I stepped wide as ordered, uncomfortably aware that my pussy was now available and within Gary’s touching distance.

Oh gods, why had I done this to myself?

What had I been thinking?

My skin felt hot where Gary’s eyes landed on me. His hands were still kneading my skin, and I felt like he was treating me like an erotic toy.

‘Good girl, titties,’ he murmured, looking up at me with triumph in his eyes. ‘You were built to please me, weren’t you?’

‘Yes,’ I said simply, even half believing it as I was forced to respond positively.

‘You were built to please men. With this soft skin of yours and your obedient brain. I think you were built for obedience, titties. Weren’t you?’ he gloated, placing stress on the demeaning name.

‘Yes,’ I blushed hotly as I said it.

I wasn’t! I knew I wasn’t, but I was also enjoying submitting to all of them. I was enjoying at some deep, terrifying level all their filthy plans for me.

‘Good,’ Gary smirked. ‘You’re going to be my pretty little blow-up doll. Tell me you worship me.’

‘I worship you,’ I whispered, feeling sick in my stomach. Oh gods, what had I even been thinking, agreeing to this? He was so awful and I had to obey him.

Gary snickered, a nasty little laugh. ‘Well done. I thought that would stick in your dumb bitch throat. You’ve always thought you were smarter than us, haven’t you?’

He kneaded the soft flesh on my hips with both hands while he thought of what to say next. I waited in trepidation, feeling exposed and scared. My brain wanted to hate him touching me but my body was responding embarrassingly enthusiastically. I felt warm and wet between my legs.

Gary chuckled suddenly as he thought of a new idea.

‘Tell me,’ he said, panting a little at how much the scene excited him. ‘Tell me that I’m your boss. I’m your superior. Tell me that you belong on your knees in front of me. Call me…’ he paused, as if seeking inspiration or courage. ‘I know,’ he said. ‘Call me ‘Master’.’

Oh gods, I flinched at the words, trembling. I couldn’t! Not this nasty man with his hot hands and his vicious mind.

But the hypnosis kicked in, forcing my lips open. I was not in control of myself and I had to do what he told me.

‘You’re my boss,’ I said, involuntarily.

I hated the words and I couldn’t stop them coming out of my mouth. There was no way I was ever submitting to this man, not for real.

‘You’re my superior,’ I said, tears starting in my eyes. ‘I-’ I gasped at the intensity of the situation I was in. ‘I belong on my knees in front of you.’ My mouth opened again after the last word, getting ready to say the last word.

No, no please. I can’t. Not that.

My inner begging made no difference.

‘Master,’ I said, and I wanted to run screaming from the room.

‘That’s a start, my little fucktoy,’ Gary murmured. He reached up and his hand traced a path down my cheek, under my chin and down to my collarbone, then further down to clasp my breast, a slow, exploratory journey. ‘One more time with feeling. ‘I belong on my knees in front of you, Master’.’

Oh god, I hate him touching me. I don’t want him to be inside me.

I don’t have a choice.

And I know I’m going to enjoy it. I don’t know why, but I will.

‘I belong on my knees in front of you, Master,’ I said, unable to stop my voice obeying him.

Standing directly in front of him, I felt so vulnerable, so wanton and sexualised. I hated the words but I had to say them and, in saying them, I knew that I internalised them a little bit. I believed them a little bit. I hated that even more, even as my body relished in my utter submission.

‘Then do it,’ Gary snapped, his voice vicious. ‘Get down on your knees, bitch. Get in your place.’

I dropped to my knees, struggling to catch my breath. I felt suddenly vulnerable on the floor with him above me. Gary twirled a strand of my hair in his fingers.

‘You look good down there. Maybe I’ll keep you down there. Bitches like you belong on the floor.’

He chuckled with glee, his fingers cupping my chin. I whimpered to myself at how cruel he was being, as he let go of me, leaning back on his hands. He stretched his legs expansively on either side of me.

‘Get my trousers open and my dick out,’ he ordered me, his voice harsh and flat. ‘You’re going to suck me off, titties. Get me hard, so I can teach you your place.’

Chapter 7 of ‘Stealing Bridie’ is here.

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