From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Sex In The Lab (FF, hypno, sub, lesbian)
Date: 12 Feb 1996 23:38:00 GMT

			    Sex In The Lab

	You seem to spend all your time over in the video lab," said
Susan as her roommate Andrea came in. "I don't see how you have time
to do anything for your other classes."

	"Actually, I think I've found a way to combine two
assignments," said Andrea, smiling. "I've been working on a videotape
which is also a special project in my Advanced Psych. class."

	"A Psych video?" Susan looked sceptical. She never was sure
what it was that Andrea was up to in her major classes, but she'd been
messing around with the video camera equipment and a computer for
weeks. "How in the world is that going to give you credit in
Psychology?"

	"It's for that class on relaxation and altered states of
consciousness," explained her roommate. "I think anyone who sees it
would be convinced." She smiled, her large dark eyes flashing.

	"You know what I think about that stuff, don't you." Susan
shook her head. "I think it's a lot of nonsense - it's just in your
own imagination, that's all." Andrea was still smiling.

	"If I showed you the tape, would you believe me then? I think
it's pretty hard to deny."

	"Sure," said Susan. "Just don't be so sure. How long is it?"

	"About half an hour," replied Andrea as she inserted the tape
into the VCR. "Just have a seat over there."

	Susan sat down and brushed her dark hair back from her eyes as
the tape started. It appeared to be just a blank, black screen, but as
Andrea turned down the lights in the room a few faint bands of color
could be seen. "I thought this was going to be some shots of your
project," said Susan. "You talked like this was some sort of
demonstration or something."

	"Shhh," said Andrea softly. "It is. You'll see. Now just look
at it for a few minutes." The rings of color were plainer now, and
they were moving slowly out from a central point and disappearing as
they reached the edge of the screen. Soft music had begun to play in
the background.

	Susan sat back in her chair and watched the rings as they grew
and vanished. She had no idea what it was that Andrea was up to, but
if this was her project, then she was in trouble. All it was was some
simple graphics and music, just a bunch of colored circles that kept
moving out from the center of the screen. It sort of gave you the
illusion that you were the one moving, that the circles were standing
still as you were drawn gently forward. She watched the circles,
noticing that they seemed to come in a pattern that she couldn't quite
place.

	Andrea stood over to the side, watching as Susan stared at the
screen. She knew that if she kept looking at it just a little bit
longer, then her tape would be working as planned. The most important
part was the first few minutes-after that she didn't think anyone
could stop looking at it even if they tried. And soon after that, they
wouldn't even want to try.

	Every time Susan thought she knew what the pattern to the
expanding circles was, it seemed she guessed wrong, and had to keep
watching to figure it out. The illusion of movement was very strong
now, and she had, without noticing it, given in to the pleasant
sensation of being swept along by the glowing rings. The soft,
tinkling music seemed to help. It distracted her as the rings kept
coming, over and over. Andrea decided that it was time to see if Susan
was responding as she should.

	"What do you think?" she asked quietly.

	Susan didn't look up, but continued to watch the video,
motionless in her chair. "It makes me feel a little strange," she
answered.

	"It won't hurt," said Andrea, since Susan seemed ready to look
away, "I promise. Trust me."

	"Actually, it's sort of nice," Susan said more softly. "The
colored rings look like they're standing still, and it's like I'm
moving into them... " "That's right," said Andrea. She licked her
lips. "Have you noticed how they keep coming, even when they look like
they might stop?" Susan was staring fixedly at the screen.

	"Yess... ," she said, even more softly than before. "They
keep moving... they don't stop. They keep coming over and over... over
and over... " She felt a strange sensation that she couldn't place as
she stared at the screen. There was something about the way the colors
changed as the rings moved that made it hard to look away.

	She tried to look up at Andrea and found that her eyes
wouldn't move from the center of the screen. A little voice in her
head started to warn her, but the rings were glowing and moving so
smoothly and prettily that she didn't pay it any attention. Over and
over... over and over. She knew that something about the way she was
staring into the rings should worry her, but she couldn't think of
what it was.

	She felt so drowsy all of a sudden, but the pretty lights on
the screen kept her from thinking about it, or about the way that she
felt she couldn't move. The smooth flashing rings of light kept her
from thinking about anything except watching the screen. She knew if
she didn't stop looking at it then something would happen, but she was
too sleepy to do anything about it. Too drowsy.

	In a minute or two she'd stop watching the pretty lights, but
not now, when they were coming over and over... it was easier just to
keep watching for a while... she relaxed and let the soothing patterns
carry her along, watching and listening...

	Andrea was thrilled to see that Susan seemed to be oblivious
to anything else except the screen in front of her. This was just the
way things were supposed to work. She watched Susan's expression
closely as the next phase of the tape began, now that her attention
was completely fixed. Now the rings seemed to develop a texture as
they grew. As they expanded, they seemed to be turning as well, gentle
spokes wheeling about. Susan stared as the turning rings moved in
front of her. She was losing awareness of everything else in the room.
The turning, whirling rings were so fascinating.

	The tinkling music was perfectly synchronized to the patterns,
so that it seemed to draw her further into their rhythmic motions.
Over and over. Round and round. She had never seen anything so
fascinating. The patterns were absolutely mesmerizing. It was so easy
just to watch, just to stare and not think about anything except the
way the wheels turned and floated past her. Susan didn't know when
she'd felt so incredibly relaxed. Round and round. So relaxed. It felt
good to concentrate on the screen.

	The whirling spokes were beginning to mesh now, meeting gently
as they turned and grew. Round and round. So relaxing. The music was
urging her to let go, to sink into the mesmerizing flow of patterns on
the screen. She thought it would feel nice, like a warm bath. Round
and round. Nice. Like a soft warm blanket. She began to sink into the
screen. Concentrating on the turning, glowing rings and wheels. The
music was calling to her as she began to let go and sink into the soft
whirling lights. Round and round... her entire body felt warm and
fuzzy as she moved deeper and deeper into the soft, whirling
patterns... warm and drowsy... Susan felt like she was falling into
the softest, most relaxing sleep she'd ever known.

	Andrea watched Susan's face as the patterns began to draw her
in, hardly able to contain her excitement. Susan was obviously
reacting just as she'd hoped. Her eyes were wide and glassy as she
stared helplessly at the flashing wheels on the screen, her lips
slightly open as she sat completely motionless. The whirling patterns
cast shadows across her relaxed face and full, heavy breasts.

	The timing was perfect, as the patterns of spokes turned and
meshed into a whirling spiral, a spinning whirlpool of colors and
light. Andrea listened closely as the suggestions she'd recorded into
the music became loud enough to hear. She knew that they were passing
directly into Susan's wide-open, receptive mind as she stared into the
screen. Susan was helpless to resist now, she was sure. All she needed
was to wait while the tape put her completely under. She was sure that
no one could resist the hypnotic pattern that she'd developed - it was
all she could do to keep her eyes away from it herself, and she knew
what it was designed to do. Susan, though, was completely helpless as
she stared directly into the screen.

	Susan stared as the spiral became clear, turning around and
around. Beautiful waves of color moved across it as it whirled. She
was falling into it, letting go completely. It felt so good just to
surrender her consciousness to it, just to sink into the spiral. Round
and round... going down, deeper and deeper. It was pulling her in.
Whirling and whirling... she began to feel obedient.

	The spiral somehow made her drowsy and compliant. It just kept
going round and round and round. She felt herself falling into the
endless whirlpool, disappearing into its fascinating depths. Slipping
away. It felt so good just to give in

	So soothing. So good just to give in. Just to watch the
beautiful spinning spiral and do what she was told to do. All those
thoughts about looking away were disappearing. She wanted to watch the
spinning disk on the screen. She wanted to keep falling into it and
listening to the music.

	There was a voice in the music. She found that she would do
whatever it told her to do. The beautiful wheel and the soft colors
would control her. She was so happy to let the voice command. She
would obey. Just watch the wheel, the voice told her. Whirling and
whirling. She would obey.

	Susan knew that she had let herself fall under the spell of
the swirling colors, but she didn't care. It felt so warm and good to
obey. She was a good slave girl. That's what the voice was telling her
now. She was a slave to the beautiful spinning wheel and the soft
voice. She would obey. She was a slave. A slave to it.

	Everything the voice told her to do was an irresistible
command. She wanted to be soft and submissive, to be under its
control. The voice was telling her to come deeper into the spiraling
wheel, and Susan felt a warm glow as she obeyed and sank further. It
felt so good to obey. So good to be a slave girl. She would obey...

	Andrea's breath was coming in thick gasps as she watched Susan
surrender her will to her voice on the tape. Susan's face was utterly
blank, eyes wide and glassy as she stared slack-jawed in total
fascination at the whirling spiral in front of her.

	The commands that Andrea had implanted were clear above the
music now: "Obey... watch and obey... relax and obey... you are
watching the spiral... sinking into the spiral... it makes you want to
do as you are told... you must obey... "

	Andrea's voice rose above the music a bit more: "You are
hypnotized now... hypnotized... you are hypnotized by the spiral.
hypnotized by the beautiful whirling disk... "

	Andrea sank to her knees next to Susan as her roommate began
to smile blankly, the shimmering spiral reflected in her wide, staring
eyes. She was smiling at the swirling colors in front of her, a dazed
expression on her face. Andrea loved seeing her like that. Her pulse
raced as she realized that she would be able to make Susan do anything
she wanted to now, that Susan wanted with all her mind to be nothing
but her slave.

	The voice was telling her that she was hypnotized now, and
Susan knew that it was true. She believed everything the voice said.
She was hypnotized by the whirling spiral that had become the only
thing in the room. She could feel it hypnotizing her, warm waves of
relaxation moving out from it into her open, receptive mind.
Hypnotizing her. Hypnotizing her with the way it spun around and
around, always going deeper. This was how it felt to be hypnotized.

	She never could have dreamed how nice it was. How good it felt
to be under hypnosis, under hypnotic control. She knew who the voice
belonged to now, that it was Andrea talking to her as she watched in a
deep hypnotic state. Andrea was her master. Andrea was the master of
the fascinating, hypnotic spiral that controlled her mind... She was
telling her that it was time to submit her entire mind and body now,
to go into a trance. Susan wanted to do that. She felt a deep desire
to obey, an overwhelming urge to submit. She was a slave, and all she
wanted to do was serve Andrea, her master. To go into a trance.

	Andrea's voice was telling her to prepare to surrender totally
to her hypnotic power. The spiral was turning faster now. Susan felt
all her thoughts begin to move down into it. She could feel the
intense hypnotic influence reaching out for her mind and she submitted
dreamily. Faster and faster, round and round. She was falling into it.
Falling faster and faster. She could see only an endless spiral in
front of her now, a deep whirling tunnel that pulled her in as she
stared into it.

	Andrea's voice was controlling her every thought, hypnotizing
her into total obedience. Hypnotizing her into being a glassy-eyed
slave girl. Putting her into a trance. Susan wanted that so much. She
wanted the whirling spiral to control her mind. She could feel herself
being utterly hypnotized by it now. With her entire body and mind she
wanted to be Andrea's slave, to obey her every command. The spiral was
whirling so fast now that Susan felt all her thoughts disappearing.
Her mind was going blank now. Completely blank. She knew that she was
turning into a completely hypnotized slave girl now. She felt herself
going under, going into a deep hypnotic trance.

	There was only the spiral. And the voice. The whirling
spiral. The soothing voice. Andrea's voice. Her master. She was her
slave girl. She must obey. She must obey her master. She was
hypnotized. Hypnotized. Hyp-no-tized. Hyp... no... tized. Hyp... .
no... tized...

	Susan's smile became fixed in a broad, frozen expression as
her eyes widened completely and became locked in a glassy stare. Her
entire body shook lightly as she relaxed totally, and her head tipped
to one side as she smiled obliviously into the screen. She was
obviously entranced, completely under control.

	Andrea couldn't stand it any more; the excitement of having
her roommate hypnotized like this was too much for her. She hurriedly
took off her sweater and, after pausing to slow her excited breathing
down, said softly: "Hello, Susan." Susan smiled dreamily in response.
"You may speak now," said Andrea.

	"Hel-lo," said Susan in a soft, far-away voice. She continued
to stare off into the rapidly rotating spiral on the screen in front
of her.

	"You're looking deep into the spinning disk now, aren't you?"
said Andrea, trying to keep her voice steady.

	"Yess... " answered Susan, "Deep into it... "

	"You're hypnotized by it, aren't you?" asked Andrea.

	"Yes, master," answered her dazed roommate. "I am hypnotized."

	"And you'll do whatever I tell you to, won't you?"

	"Yes, master," Susan answered immediately. "I am in a trance
now."

	Andrea licked her lips. "That's because you're my slave,
aren't you?"

	"Yes, Andrea," said Susan in her new little-girl voice. "I am
your slave girl and I must obey."

	Andrea closed her eyes momentarily and moaned softly to
herself.

	"Now, I want you to take off your sweater for me," said
Andrea, biting her lip gently in her excitement. Susan complied
eagerly. She wanted to obey. It felt so good to be able to do
whatever her master told her to do. Her mind was a complete blank
except for her desire to obey.

	She pulled the fabric over her head and sat watching the
spinning disk in her bra, the light playing over her firm, swollen
breasts. Andrea couldn't hold back any longer; the sight of her pretty
girlfriend turned into her hypnotized slave was exciting her more than
she'd ever imagined.

	"Your bra feels tight to you now," she said in a soothing
monotone. "So tight. You'd feel so much better if you just took it
off... "

	Susan felt a warm, powerful urge to take off her bra as Andrea
suggested. Her fingers reached up as if they had minds of their own
and began to undo the fittings. Smiling dreamily in her deep trance,
she removed it and let it slip from her hand. Her full, round breasts
sat firmly on her chest, their wide brown nipples turned up slightly
at the tips. It felt so good to release them. Her master wanted to see
her topless. She would obey. She always did whatever Andrea told her
to do. She was a good slave girl.

	Andrea fumbled for the hooks of her own bra, feeling that she
had to remove her clothes soon or lose her mind. The sight of Susan's
beautiful tits sitting out in the open was almost too much for her -
she'd had to force herself not to stare at them ever since she began
rooming with Susan, and now she could make all her fantasies come
true. Susan was in such a deep trance that she'd never remember what
happened to her, and she was utterly subservient while she remained
under.

	"Doesn't it feel good now?" she asked.

	Susan smiled happily: "Yes, master... so good"

	Andrea reached up and began to lightly stroke her own nipples
with the tips of her fingers. She caught her breath sharply and said
"Now here's what I want you to do. You want to lift up your hands
now... lift up your arms until they stand straight out. You've seen
pictures of people when they're hypnotized, haven't you?"

	Susan began to slowly bring her arms out in front of her.
"Yes, master," she replied. "Like a sleepwalker... " She smiled as she
held her arms straight out in front of her, pointed into the
flickering spiral on the video screen. Her firm breasts sat compressed
slightly between them.

	"That's right," said Andrea. "Like a sleepwalker... you're in
a hypnotic sleep... "

	She was lightly kneading her pointed breasts with her fingers
now, licking her lips as she watched Susan smile back at the spinning
hypnodisk.

	"Hypnotic sleep," repeated Susan, "I'm hyp-no-tized... " She
sat with her arms pointed directly into the spinning disk, wide-eyed
and smiling.

	"Yes... yes... ," moaned Andrea. "Now you're starting to feel
a powerful urge to feel your breasts... to stroke and hold them. You
can feel them getting so warm and sensitive... you can't keep your
hands away... "

	Susan slowly reached for her jutting tits, smiling as she took
one firm breast in each hand and squeezed it gently.

	"Tell me how good it feels to play with your tits, Susan... "
said Andrea, who was pulling on her own erect nipples now and hardly
able to gasp out the words. "Tell me how much you love to feel
yourself and rub your nipples... "

	Susan was stroking the warm flesh of her breasts rhythmically.
"I'm playing with my tits now, master," she said in her little-girl
voice. "They feel so warm and heavy in my hands... it's so nice to
squeeze them and stroke them... so nice to rub them... " She was
cupping each heavy smooth breast in each hand, reaching around to play
with her own nipples.

	"Tell me about your nipples," moaned Andrea. She was shedding
her panties as she spoke. "They feel so wonderful," said Susan, "so
nice. They're getting hard now, master. When I stroke them with my
fingers they stand up and feel so good." She was tweaking and pulling
on her huge brown nipples now, pulling on the warm flesh of her
breasts with a flushed expression on her mesmerized face. "Make me
play with them, master." said Susan. "Make me play with my heavy
tits."

	"Yes, Susan... you want to pull on them now," said Andrea.

	Susan took her firm brown nipples between her fingers and
tugged them ecstatically, first one and them the other.

	"Yes... yes, Susan, you have to play with them for me," said
Andrea. "You know that men like to look at them, don't you?"

	"Yes, Andrea," said Susan as she squeezed the smooth brown
flesh of her breasts, smiling ecstatically. "They love to watch my
tits... they want to feel them... feel them... feel them... " Susan
massaged herself in time as she repeated the words.

	"They're so big, Susan," said Andrea, trembling with
excitement. "They're so big that you must be able to lick your own
nipples... have you ever done that?"

	"Yes, master," said Susan. "When I'm alone and I want to play
with myself... I lick them and lick them until I have to come... " She
smiled as she cupped her heavy tits in each hand so that her nipples
jutted out.

	"Suck them for me now, Susan," moaned Andrea. "Lick your
nipples."

	"Yes, Andrea. I must lick them," she said, pulling the left
one up and tilting her head down. Her tongue moved out slowly, seeking
the pulsing brown nipple. Andrea's legs were shaking as she watched,
hardly able to keep herself from coming.

	Susan's tongue flicked against her own nipple, back and forth,
then she bent forward and licked it more firmly. The front of her tan
breast began to shine where she licked it, in smooth strokes, tongue
busily slapping at the hard brown bud at its center.

	Andrea couldn't control herself. Watching her hypnotized
girlfriend licking her own tits was making her lose her mind, and she
leaned forward toward Susan's other breast, still cupped in her hand.
Her lips opened in a small "O," as she approached. She felt flushed
with the desire to finally put her mouth on Susan's young body.

	Susan gasped a little as Andrea clamped her warm mouth over
her right breast. She was totally in thrall to Andrea, and the
commands that she had followed had reduced her to a state of desire
that she had never reached. She felt Andrea's tongue began to slurp
across her nipple, and it sent a hot bolt of pleasure into her. Her
hypnotized mind registered only that as long as she obeyed this
incredible sensation would continue... her entranced body was
trembling at the sensations coming up from her throbbing breasts. She
was a slave to the incredible feelings that her master was giving her.
She reached down and cupped her heavy tits in her hands so that Andrea
could suck first one, then the other, back and forth.

	Andrea loved the sensation of Susan's hard brown nipples
between her lips. She pursed her lips around one of them and rubbed
it with her tongue - she loved having that done to her, and she was
sure it would have the same effect on Susan. The small wet smacking
noises her tongue made were driving her crazy. and she knew that she'd
have to do something about it soon.

	"Lick me, master," Susan said, beginning to gasp a bit. "Suck
meee... "

	Andrea pulled back and looked into Susan's flushed face and
her glassy eyes. "Now, Susan, you will stand up for me, and take off
the rest of your clothes. .all of your clothes for me." Susan stood up
and obeyed.

	"Yes, Andrea. All my clothes." Her shiny tits hung from her
chest as she bent over to take off her jeans. Andrea could hear a
small moist sound as she peeled off her panties, which were soaking
with excitement. She stood wide-eyed in the shifting light from the
screen, completely naked. Her waist flared a bit to smooth, rounded
hips and tanned legs. Andrea walked over to the other side of the room
and quickly shed her remaining clothes.

	"Come to me now, Susan... come to your master," she said, and
Susan's arms came up like a robot's. She walked slowly, directly at
Andrea with her arms straight out and a look of blank obedience on her
face, her breasts shaking a bit from side to side, and stopped right
in front of her.

	Andrea's knees were weak with her unbelievable excitement as
she stepped forward and ran her hands over Susan's smooth arms and
shoulders. She stepped in between her outstretched arms and stared
directly into her eyes.

	"Kiss me now, Susan... you want to hold me, embrace me... "

	Susan slowly moved forward and closed her arms around Andrea's
back. Her firm breasts were the next thing to touch, and Andrea gave a
small moan as she felt the erect nipples press into her tits. Then
Susan moved one hand to the back of Andrea's head and pulled her
closer, lips parting.

	Andrea tilted her head and their lips met, parting, moving
slowly as they kissed. Susan was slow and deliberate in her hypnotized
state, gently moving her tongue past her lips and in and out of
Andrea's warm mouth. Her hands were moving up and down the smooth skin
of Andrea's back, and she began to moan softly... holding Andrea's
body was her only desire.

	Andrea pulled back a bit, and with a small motion commanded
Susan to stay where she was. Her desire wouldn't let her wait any
longer. There were so many things she wanted to do with Susan and with
Susan's smooth young body, but she knew that there would be plenty of
time to experiment, now that she had her under such deep control.

	She stepped back and sat on the same chair that Susan had been
in when she had gone under, turning it to face her. She slid forward
a bit, parting her legs - she couldn't believe how excited she was;
she'd never seen herself so wet. Susan watched, eyes fixed on Andrea,
still lost in her deep trance.

	Andrea slowly ran a hand down her stomach to the top of her
moist patch of hair. She spread her knees wider and slid forward in
the chair as her fingers brushed her wet, pouty labia. So warm and
slick... she moaned and fought for control, ready to come at the touch
of her fingers.

	"Now, Susan," she gasped out, "you must come and help me
now... come to me, Susan... "

	Susan's arms came up again as she obeyed and walked over to
where Andrea sat, trembling and panting.

	"Now get down on your knees... down on your knees like a good
slave girl... good hypnotized slave girl... "

	Susan sank to the floor, eyes dreamily looking up at Andrea.

	"Yes, master. I am a hypnotized slave girl."

	"Look down," moaned Andrea. "Look between my legs, Susan...
tell me what you see... tell me everything you see."

	Susan's eyes moved down as she was commanded.

	"I see your... I see your cunt, master... your wet hair...
your lips, master... " She was smiling now, eyes fixed between
Andrea's smooth thighs. She moved her head closer: "I see your hand,
master... your hand is moving down to your cunt... your finger is
pulling back the wet skin... "