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When you’ve all had her. After you’ve all been inside her. She’ll come to my room. When you’ve all fucked her, then she’ll belong to me. Suddenly, and far, far too late, I wondered why I hadn’t thought to ask what Brennan had meant by that…

Bridie is having a steamy night, fucking all her husband’s friends. But something doesn’t add up – why was their host Brennan able to mind control her and what did he mean when he said she would belong to him at the end of the night?

Stealing Bridie: Chapter 10

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

To avoid confusion: I changed the ending of Chapter 9 slightly to make it work better with Chapter 10.

What have you done to me? I begged Brennan with my eyes but he just winked at me and nodded with his head that I needed to pay attention to Charles.

I looked up at my husband in some confusion.

Charles and I used to be great together. I think we did anyway. At some stage, he grew bored of me being different, of never behaving ‘properly’ like wives were meant to, like the wives of his friends did. And I got sick of how unimaginative he always is — even his research is mundane these days. I knew that we should have called it quits years ago.

I didn’t even know why he still wanted to fuck me tonight. He was so angry with me for agreeing to let all the other men have me — and while part of me understood, a different wild, wanton part of me wanted to scream at him that this was my body and if I wanted to loan it out to eight men to fuck, I could.

Charles was kneeling near me on the bed as he stroked himself into hardness. I shivered at the look of condemnation in his eyes. He blamed me for everything that had happened. I knew he was going to be unkind to me and I knew that he would blame me for that as well — I had put him in this situation, after all, I was forcing him to be unkind to me.

‘Well, titties?’ Charles asked, meeting my eyes. ‘What was it our good host here said earlier? Something about letting us have everything we want? Is that what you’re going to do for me too?’

I whimpered softly. I still wasn’t allowed to speak and it was unkind of him to ask me questions.

I remembered the words anyway. It seemed as though every word Brennan had ever said to me was scorched on my brain.

You’ll shrink to feel their hands on you, you’ll try to pull away… And then you’ll remember my orders and you’ll open yourself up nice and wide…

You’ll let them have everything they want. My good little puppet.

At the memory, I flushed red hot, and my eyes flashed to Brennan again. Oh gods, I wanted to please him. I wanted to please him so badly. This whole damn scene was really just about him and me. For some reason, he got off on watching all these other men devour me, and equally for some reason, I was prepared to let him have his fun.

‘I don’t really care if you enjoy this or not, titties,’ Charles was saying cruelly. I let my eyes go back to him but I could feel the link to Brennan, deep and unyielding, almost like a joint heartbeat holding us together. ‘You’re going to do what I want for once,’ Charles continued as he moved above me.

‘Make it good for me, darling,’ he ordered me, a flat, cold light in his eyes. ‘You’ve decided to be a wanton slut tonight — show me how much you really enjoy me fucking you.’

I let myself move where Charles directed me — I kissed him back when he kissed me, I let myself writhe up against him, hugging his hips with my inner thighs as he pushed his stiff erection into me. My husband was fucking me but nothing about him really mattered. His dick felt amazing — I was so turned on that every hard dick inside me tonight felt amazing — but it still wasn’t about him.

As he thrust into me, and I used my body to make it good for him and me, all I could feel was the invisible line that drew me to Brennan strengthening, growing, coalescing into something even stronger.

Charles came inside me, sighing out his usual soft grunt as he orgasmed, but he wasn’t done. He stayed stiff and only took a short break before pulling out of me and flipping me over to pull me up onto my knees, my butt high in the air. I thought he was going to fuck my cunt like that but as I heard him rubbing lube on his erection and I felt him rubbing lube into my butt, I knew he was going to fuck me anally.

I jumped in shock, moaning helplessly. Charles had always wanted to fuck me there but he had never been willing to put in the effort to actually make me want it too.

‘I’m going to do your arse, titties,’ he said and I shivered. ‘You want that, don’t you?’ he sneered. ‘That’s what this is all about, isn’t you? You being a filthy little slut?’

‘Tell him you want it, Bridie,’ Brennan’s voice flew over me inexorably, like a calming river. ‘You want him buried inside your butt, stretching you open with his thick rod.’

Of course, I wanted it. I wanted it so badly. I wanted everything.

‘Yes,’ I whimpered, my voice sounding strange after so long without it. ‘I want that. I want… my butt stretched open, impaled.’

‘Slut,’ Charles said unkindly, unfairly I thought, given that it was him who wanted fuck my arse in the first place.

‘You will enjoy it, Bridie,’ Brennan said inexorably. ‘You love your anus being penetrated. In fact — you’ll cum simply from him pushing into you. Won’t you, my beautiful girl?’

I moaned in anticipation. Oh gods, he had the power to make me enjoy things — I didn’t even know now if I would have enjoyed Charles fucking my butt without the mind control. Except that somehow it also didn’t matter — this way was better anyway. I would enjoy the sex and I would know that I was pleasing Brennan.

And the cable that ran between me and the enigmatic man would grow stronger and stronger, binding us together.

I gasped as I felt Charles positioning himself at my butthole, then he was pushing himself inexpertly at me, driving in hard as if he just had to push and push and then he’d be inside me.

‘Push out, Bridie darling,’ Brennan ordered me and just like that, I obeyed. It felt weird, I could feel my butt opening up for Charles’ dick. He was too big and it felt so strange as he stretched me, forcing his thick head in past the sensitive sphincter.

I felt the moment when he entered me — my arse was so open by then, so very sensitive, and then, just as Brennan had predicted, I felt myself orgasming, cumming with a gasping cry, my wetness splashing across the bed below me. Fuck, it felt amazing.

‘Damn slut,’ Charles swore, pushing hard into me as if to punish me for cumming. I didn’t care — everything felt amazing. He was hard inside me and too big and it felt almost wrong, but also it felt incredible.

He fucked me hard in the butt — pushing deeply in, sliding easily with all the lube, before pulling out and pushing in again, enjoying the feeling of my tight butthole around him, and the knowledge that he was inside my arse at last.

‘You could have done this years ago, you stupid, pointless bitch,’ Charles grunted, gripping my hips so hard I was afraid he was going to bruise me. I could feel his anger and resentment and I wanted to laugh — he thought he was humiliating me as he fucked me, he thought he had finally gotten the ‘hole’ he had wanted forever.

But all I could think was that it felt amazing and it felt amazing because of Brennan. Because Brennan was watching as Charles’ erection slid in and out of me. Because Brennan knew that I was bent forward like this, taking cock in my arse, simply because he had ordered me to and because I had obeyed.

I’m his, I thought helplessly, and I didn’t even know what I meant by that.

Chapter 11 of ‘Stealing Bridie’ is here❤️

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