‘I told you I’d break her,’ I heard Rick’s voice saying from far above. ‘Someone else can have a go now,’ he sneered. ‘If you can get her back on the bed, that is.’
Looking for a way to spice up an otherwise tedious weekend, Bridie agrees to be hypnotised so her husband’s friends can fuck her. She doesn’t realise she is also agreeing to a fey enchantment that will bind her forever…
Stealing Bridie: Chapter 14
[Stealing Bridie is an hypnosis mind control erotica with male domination, female submission and degradation, and non-consensual elements. Chapter 1 is here.]
I lost track of time.
Dimly, I hated to give Rick a victory, but if any man had been responsible for ‘breaking’ me, it was him. Not that I was broken as such — I was relaxed, so very relaxed, soft and compliant, and I let them manipulate me into whatever position they wanted, and then I lay back and let them have me, one after the other.
I thought I was probably tired but actually I had moved beyond tired. It was as though I was in another world, where sex was all I knew — I was a toy, I existed for these men to penetrate and enjoy. I had never not been here, on this bed, with a man grunting as he thrust himself into my body. I had always been so insanely wet between my legs. I had always lain here while men stroked and suckled on my breasts.
After a long time where I ignored everything except the bed and the dim, flickering firelight, I came back to myself to hear a familiar, almost beloved voice calling to me.
‘Wake up, sweetheart.’
It was Brennan, of course, and some part of me at least retained enough of a sense of awareness to wonder why it wasn’t Charles. Of course, it wasn’t Charles — my husband was glaring at me from the other side of the room, his whole body set with a kind of sullen, post-drunk fury.
I had left him or I had disobeyed him or I had mocked him somehow, and his ego was bruised.
I didn’t know what he wanted. He told me I was boring but when I decided not to be boring, he still didn’t like me. I remembered him fucking my arse just a couple of hours earlier like he had always wanted — but it seemed that even after that, he was still angry with me.
*I’m going to do your arse, titties,’ he had said. That’s what this is all about, isn’t it? You being a filthy little slut? You could have done this years ago, you stupid, pointless bitch.
I shivered, turning away. Charles wasn’t worth it. He wasn’t worth anything.
Then I ignored him, because Brennan was stroking my hair, and nothing else mattered except his voice and his presence.
‘It’s over, darling. They’ve all had you.’
As he spoke, I realised that I was so very, very tired. I was filthy too — every part of my body felt sweaty and sticky, covered in my own juices and the men’s cum.
‘They’ve all had you, darling,’ Brennan said again. He smiled down at me. ‘You did very well, my beautiful girl,’ he said and I shivered at how perfect that simple word ‘darling’ sounded on his lips. ‘I’m going to let you out,’ he murmured, stroking my hair out of my eyes. ‘It may feel a little odd, at first,’ he said. ‘You gave up so much, it’ll feel strange getting it back.’
I blinked at him — I had honestly forgotten about the mind control, that was how effective it had been — but then he snapped his fingers in front of my face and I blinked and I realised that I could, if I wanted to, move my arms and legs of my own accord.
‘That’s it, Bridie,’ Brennan spoke encouragingly. ‘Such a good girl.’ I whimpered in pleasure, feeling myself glowing from inside. It was so very long since Charles had ever said something nice to me.
‘Do you remember the deal we made?’ he asked, so softly that the words themselves sounded like a caress.
He was speaking softly but I knew this was important. I was free now, from the mind control at least — but even as I realised I could stand up and leave the room of my own free will, I also realised there were far stronger threads holding me.
‘It’s been a long night,’ Brennan said, stroking my hair off my face. ‘Do you remember the deal we made, sweet Bridie?’
I nodded mutely. I remembered. I… How could I forget? All evening the chain between Brennan and me had been growing, deepening, strengthening — and now it was strong and solid.
Simple pleasure flooded through me as I realised that I belonged to him now.
‘I… I belong to you,’ I whispered. ‘I… I have to go to you. I’m… I’m yours.’ My voice broke on the words as I realised that they were true. Gods, I was so hoarse from moaning and screaming all night.
‘That’s right,’ Brennan smiled as if I had done something very, very clever. ‘Such a clever girl,’ he added and I glowed with pleasure.
‘What are you doing?’
Someone was shouting — I vaguely realised that it was Charles but he was so far away. He was here in the room, right near me, but also I was on the other side of a fog — an impenetrable barrier where he thankfully couldn’t reach me.
I couldn’t deal with Charles’ megrims right now. I was too tired and anyway, something glorious was happening. I belonged to Brennan — I wouldn’t ever have to say goodbye to him, I wouldn’t ever have to be lonely again.
‘You can’t just take her, she’s my wife!’
Charles tried to grab at me but then I blinked and he failed to reach me — the odd fog was protecting me. Or I was drunk or high on drugs. Seated next to me, an arm slipping around me to hold me close, a big man’s voice rumbling into solidity. When Brennan spoke, it sounded like heaven to me — safety, kindness, adoration, everything I never got from Charles anymore.
‘You agreed to the deal,’ he reminded Charles. ‘I would hypnotise her for you and you would all fuck her. Then she would be mine.’
I shivered in vague fear but his arm felt so good around me — strong and supporting, as if he could hold me forever.
‘That’s rubbish!’ Charles yelled and I shivered. Why did he have to be so horrible, all the time? I was my own person and I could make my own choices. Brennan had even given me back my free will.
‘Shut up, Charles!’ I snapped. I wanted to stand up and shout at him but I wasn’t sure my legs would hold me. ‘I… I’m going with Brennan,’ I said, blushing suddenly red hot to say it out loud. ‘That… That was the deal,’ I said uncertainly. ‘And anyway, it’s…’ I broke off, trying to find the words. ‘It’s what I want to do,’ I said more firmly.
I almost thought Charles didn’t hear me — he was standing right there and he couldn’t hear me.
‘You’re mine now, sweetheart,’ Brennan explained, his voice endlessly soft. ‘They can only see you when I let them,’ he added. ‘And I don’t want them to see you just at the moment,’ he continued. ‘You’ve been far too good to them and now you deserve a break. Don’t you?’
‘That… That doesn’t make sense,’ I said softly, wondering all over again what was happening. Maybe I was on drugs.
‘You’ll get used to it,’ he said softly, which didn’t make sense either because I wasn’t staying here, was I?
‘Come with me,’ Brennan said, standing up.
‘Yes,’ I replied simply.
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