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Eve looked down in confusion at the hand in her panties. “I, is that…?” It felt surprisingly difficult to form thoughts; her mind felt mushy, like she’d taken very strong medicine and it had made her all groggy. She didn’t remember taking any medications, but she also didn’t remember stripping down to her panties and letting a strange woman finger-bang her right out in the open. Anyone could see them… right? Her head felt too heavy to lift, but it didn’t feel like there was anyone around for miles. It was just the two of them, Eve and… and… her brain shifted gears again, uselessly trying to gain purchase in the soft mush of her thoughts. She didn’t know who was playing with her cunt. She didn’t know where she was. She didn’t know anything.

The other woman spoke, her smooth and mellifluous voice pouring into Eve’s ears and filling up her confused mind with certainty. “Ssh, ssh, it’s okay. It’s okay. It’s so hard to think, isn’t it?” Eve nodded, or tried to. It seemed so hard to lift her head up. “That’s right. Good girl. Your drowsy, dreamy mind doesn’t want to think anymore. You just want to relax into peace and pleasure, sink into obedience for me and let all those thoughts simply drift away into vacant, empty bliss for me. Don’t you?”

The tone of the question made it feel almost impossible for Eve to say anything but ‘yes’, but she still struggled to come to grips with it in her mind. “I…” She knew something was strange about all this, she was sure that she didn’t normally feel this confused and muzzy and empty-headed, but every time she tried to think she felt a finger rubbing her clit and it made her brain skip like a broken record. “I…” If she could just remember how she got here, she felt sure that she could connect the vague and distant memory of the smart, self-possessed woman she was with the mewling, whimpering puddle of bliss she felt like, but the finger rubbed away her memories right along with her thoughts right along with her resistance until all she could do was mumble, “y’s m’m.”

The reward for compliance was instant and powerful, the woman’s fingers sliding deep into Eve’s wet cunt as her voice cooed out, “Good girl, good good girl!” Eve felt the woman’s other hand tangle into Eve’s hair, guiding her mouth to suckle at the woman’s breasts. It felt so easy to lean into that softness and slip deeper into a drowsy haze of obedience, easy and intimately familiar. Eve realized that this was part of her training, but when she tried to follow that realization back to its source, her train of thought simply derailed into pleasure. That was part of her training too, she knew, but it was working too well for her to summon up any volition to struggle against it now.

“Deep and mindless,” the woman cooed, fucking Eve’s wet pussy so hard Eve could actually hear the fingers sliding in and out of the slick channel. “Obeying feels so much better than thinking. You don’t want to think. You only want to follow my commands like a good girl.” Eve couldn’t respond–her mouth was full of warm, soft nipple–but the other woman rocked her head gently back and forth in a lazy nod. Even knowing she was being made to agree didn’t stop the powerful feeling of acceptance from taking root in Eve’s sleepy brain; she was nodding along to every word, and nodding meant agreeing, so of course Eve wanted to stop thinking.

The orgasm that hit when she thought those words was so profound it was almost religious.

Eve couldn’t hide her moans of helpless pleasure, any more than she could hide the sudden gush of arousal in her already-soaked panties. The other woman almost purred with delight. “That’s my good girl,” she cooed, and Eve realized with a sigh of helpless, fatalistic pleasure that it was absolutely true.

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