I try not to post individual parts of stories before the whole thing is finished, as a way to force myself out of the habit of abandoning projects halfway through, but I've got a pretty solid chunk of the next parts of this done and everything that's not done yet is outlined, so I think I'm probably good there. Anyway, this is a story about mind-control (in more than one form), hypnosis, and boobs. When finished, it will be three parts: Dreams, Memories, and Awakening.
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Aha! There we are. Goodness, dear, you have a mind made of steel, don't you?
Fridwen blinked. She was... Where was she? She looked around. Ochre-colored cobblestones beneath her feet. Buildings made of grey stone and painted wood. And people. People stopping and staring, curiously, but without approaching. Why were they staring at her?
"You alright, miss?" said a man.
Was she? She was out of breath, but she couldn't remember running. "I..."
You're just fine, dear. Why don't you find an alley or a corner to duck into, to compose yourself?
The people were still staring, expectantly, but she didn't know what they were expecting. It made her nervous, and she walked quickly away, pushing through the crowds. There were all sorts of people, bustling around her, shoving past her, haggling in merchant's stalls, boarding and getting off of horse-drawn carriages, holding parasols to keep the summer heat off of them...
The Holy City, Merchant Row. She'd been here many times before, but how... The last thing she remembered was...
She couldn't remember. What was she doing?
You have an exquisite brain, Fridwen. Incredibly intelligent. Excellent memory. And enough will to move mountains, though you haven't quite figured out how to use it yet.
She couldn't escape the crowds - Merchant Row was packed with people from dawn until dusk every day - but she managed to get away from the people who were staring at her. They didn't seem all that interested in following. She found a small alley, between two buildings. Shops? It didn't matter. She leaned against the wall, clutching her forehead.
I've never encountered a mind that was so hard to break without training before. You will do wonderful things with my help, Fridwen.
"Who- who are..." Her throat felt scratchy and her voice was hoarse. She looked around, but she could see nobody speaking to her. Just the endless crowds, out past the end of the alley. Nobody was paying her any attention.
Don't worry about that, sweetheart. What is it that you want most in the world?
Her mind was all foggy. She could remember...
"My examination!" she shouted. One or two passers-by turned to glance at her from the alley's mouth, but then wandered off again. Best to just ignore people like her. "My examination is tomorrow! Or... Or is it today? What day is it?"
There's no need to speak out loud, dear. I can hear you just fine. Now, hmm... I thought that I got rid of that. Goodness, aren't you tenacious! But that's what will make you great, Fridwen.
She felt panic start to rise in her chest. Something was very, very wrong, but she couldn't tell-
Ah-ah! No need to be alarmed, silly! Let's just sweep those funny little troubling thoughts away, shall we?
Very quickly, a wave of calm passed over her. She relaxed, instantly, so much that she would have fallen off of her feet if she hadn't been leaning against the wall. She was... What was she doing? She blinked and looked around. Ochre-colored cobblestones beneath her feet. Buildings made of grey stone and-
Once more. What is it that you want most in the world?
"To... To be a great sorcerer. I have to... I'm a student at the Imperial University. I need to..." Something pushed at the edges of her memory. Something important. Something that... Questions? Studying.
I can make you a great sorcerer, Fridwen. All that you have to do is... Let go. Let me help you. Don't worry about those old farts up in that university. They don't know the path to true knowledge.
"N- no..." Fridwen muttered. "I need to study. I... My exam! I have-"
Another wave of calm, staunching the rising flames of panic. She was starting to feel exhausted.
You're like a raging bull, Fridwen. You're trying to push me out, but-
"I'm not a cow!" she cried. "Just because I... Just because..." She looked down at her chest. It filled most of her vision, as it always had.
Oh ho. What's all this? Goodness, you have all sorts of feelings bouncing around in here about these, don't you? Shame. Lots of that. It does you no good. Let's just get rid of it... Her head tingled. Now, what's left? Hmm... You're so proud of them! Or you would be, if you allowed yourself to be. Do you like having big breasts, Fridwen?
"They're..." Heavy. And they jiggled when she walked. And she had to wear clothes that were too big for her because of them.
But... You don't actually dislike any of that, do you?
Did she? She always told people that she did, but really...
You love them. You love your body. Or you would, if you would only allow yourself. There's no reason not to, Fridwen.
But... But it was sinful to-
You have a wonderful body, Fridwen! So big, in all of the right places. So soft. So bouncy and wobbly and fun to squeeze and hold.
They were pretty fun to play with. She tried not to, because...
Why? There was a very good reason that she tried to abstain from touching herself. An important reason. But she couldn't remember it.
You could have any man that... Oh dear, what was that? Well, no need to dwell on it. You're beautiful, Fridwen.
"R- really?" Nobody had ever called her beautiful before. Or, well... Men had, plenty of times, but never a woman. She was pretty sure that this was a woman. She could just tell, somehow.
You still have your sense of self. Your sense that I am not you. Nobody has ever managed to maintain themselves for this long while I was inside of their head, Fridwen. Not without training. You are as strong and smart as you are beautiful!
Training for what? It didn't matter. That felt... Good. She liked it when this person said nice things about her. It made her feel all tingly.
Ah, but you're nice and docile now that I've found what works for you, hmm? Can you look back down at your chest for me, Fridwen?
She did. They looked... Different, somehow, even though they hadn't changed at all. Still huge. Still straining at her tunic. But looking at them made her feel even more tingly and nice. They were big and soft and bouncy and hers. She felt almost... Proud? What an odd feeling.
You could feel like this all the time, if only you would let yourself. I'm going to help you with that.
She wanted to play with them. And why shouldn't she? They were her breasts, she could play with them whenever she wanted. She started to lift her tunic.
Ah-ah! Not here!
She looked around. Oh. Right. People. She was deep in the alley, but anybody who walked by it would be able to see her.
I think that it would be just lovely if you could do that among all these people, but not all of them are as smart as you. Especially those awful City Guardsmen! They've still got all those silly notions of modesty knocking about in their little heads. They're not free, like you are.
Hmm.
Oh, don't you worry! We'll get to all of them, sooner or later, and you're going to be a big help with that.
There was something... That was ominous, right? What exactly would... There was something wrong about all of this. She felt like she should be afraid, but-
Look up, Fridwen.
She did. There was a woman standing at the end of the alley: tall, with a beautiful, freckled face, voluminous black hair, and big, soft...
Do you remember her? Well, of course you don't. She's one of mine, just like you. Stare all you like, she won't mind.
She certainly didn't seem to. The woman smiled, and crossed her arms in a way that made her breasts bulge out of the neckline of her top. She was wearing a tunic that showed cleavage! The sheer boldness of it was astounding. And, somehow... Intriguing. She gave Fridwen a wink, then walked away.
"Wait..." Fridwen called out, but she wasn't sure why. It didn't matter, because the woman ignored her.
Don't follow. Fridwen stopped herself. I have business for her to attend to elsewhere, and you still need to orient yourself. But ah, her chest! You just find them so relaxing, don't you? It doesn't even matter if they're your own. So strong, and yet you have such an incredibly easy trigger... You're an odd one, Fridwen.
Huh? What did that mean?
Nothing, dear. Nothing at all. But... Wouldn't it be so great if everyone was free like you? Then you would be able to walk around town naked if you wanted to! Wouldn't that be fun?
Now that was a scary thought. All those people watching her...
The sun would feel so good on your bare skin.
It would. But without a band to hold them back there was so much wobbling.
So much lovely motion. Everyone would be positively hypnotized by you.
All those men, staring...
And all of those women.
And all of those women... Now there was an interesting thought. Men stared at her all the time anyway, but women... If they looked at her like that.
There are plenty of women out there who would absolutely love to see you without your clothes, Fridwen. They just don't know it yet, because they're not free, like you.
Should... Should she help to make them free? It felt pretty nice...
In time, sweetheart, in time. For now, let's find a place to get you out of those awful, constrictive clothes. Aren't they just so uncomfortable?
They were. She hadn't really realized it before, but her band was so constrictive, and her tunic was so tight, and her trousers squeezed at her thighs. But where could she go to take them off? Her dormitory room wasn't an option anymore...
Wait, it wasn't? Why couldn't she go back there? She remembered that she couldn't, but she couldn't remember why. She tried to remember, but...
All of those awful feelings that you have attached to those memories. Wouldn't it be better to just... let them go?
Trying to remember made her feel bad. She didn't like feeling bad, so she stopped trying to remember. Better to just find another place where she could take off all of these awful clothes.
What a good idea! You're so smart, Fridwen. Might I suggest the forest? Outside of town. There will be nobody there if you go off of the trade roads, and it will be nice and cool in the shade of the trees.
Something bounced around in the back of Fridwen's mind. Warnings about strangers luring girls into the forest to do terrible things to them. But thinking about it made her feel bad, so she ignored it.
Of course, there's no reason to entertain silly little thoughts like that. Nobody is luring you out into the forest. You're going of your own free will.
Of course, there was no reason to entertain silly little thoughts like that. Nobody was luring her out into the forest. She was going of her own free will. She strolled out of the alley, feeling... Not confident, but not as confused as before. She had a goal. Direction. She would go out into the forest, and...
She squinted. In the crowd, down the street a ways, there was an old woman. She had a shock of frizzy white hair and wore a robe with a red sash, and she was flanked by two men who wore the chainmail and tabards of City Watchmen.
Fridwen knew her. She knew that she knew her. But she couldn't remember her name, or where they had met, and the sight of her made her stomach turn and her hairs stand on end. She wanted to run. She didn't know why, but she knew that it was dreadfully important that this woman did not see her.
Tch. She's persistent, I'll give her that. Duck behind that empty stall. Make sure that your face is covered.
There was an empty merchant's stall nearby. Fridwen ducked behind it, making sure that her face would not be visible from the middle of the street. She was well-hidden, but she also couldn't see whether the old woman had passed her by yet. She sat there for a few tense moments, wondering how long she should wait before risking a peek above the stall.
Alright, she's gone. I have other eyes on the street. You can stand up now.
Fridwen was suddenly quite certain that the coast was clear, though she wasn't entirely sure why. She stood, and-
Right, let's just clear that little incident out of your head. Can't have her mucking up your mood now that I've got you all nice and happy, can we?
-and looked around, blinking. Why was she behind this stall? She remembered ducking behind it, but why? What was she just doing? She was... Going out to the forest to have a lovely time. Oh, right! That was it.
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It took an hour of walking, but the deeper that Fridwen went into the forest, the more confident she became about her decision. It was nice and cool under the thick canopy of trees, as she had expected, and with every step she took away from the prying eyes that filled the Holy City, the more excited she became.
It's going to feel so good!
It was going to feel so good to finally free herself. She had never been naked outdoors before. She had never even really thought that was something a person could do. It was probably illegal, but nobody would see her, so what did it matter?
That's right. It's silly that it's illegal when it hurts nobody. This looks like a good spot. Aren't you excited?
This looked like a good spot. She was far from the city now, and away from all of the major roads that cut their way through the forest. She strained her ears, and all she heard was the chirping of forest birds, and the faint whispering of a distant river. No city sounds. No voices. No people.
It's time. Do it.
Her hands trembled as she pulled her tunic up, revealing her big, soft tummy. She looked around, nervously, as if a City Watchman would jump out from behind a tree at any moment.
But that won't happen. There's nobody here but you.
But that wouldn't happen. There was nobody here but her. She tugged her tunic the rest of the way off, and tossed it aside.
Very good! Doesn't that feel nice?
It felt nice. A gentle breeze caressed her skin, and she shivered at the feeling of being so exposed.
But you're not exposed yet...
But she wasn't exposed yet. Her band was still wrapped tightly around her chest. It kept her from bouncing too much when she walked, and kept her nipples from sticking out through her shirt. But you like it when they bounce. It felt good to feel their great weight as they wobbled and shifted with every step she took. She had always pretended to hate it, but she didn't, really. She tugged at the knot that held it in place, and it came undone. Her breasts settled heavily into a more natural position, and Fridwen actually gasped. The air felt good on her bare skin, and her nipples began to grow stiff almost immediately.
See? Your body knows what it wants. It had been silly of her to ignore it. She looked down and... Goodness, look at those marks that that awful band left in your big, lovely boobies. Boobies. It was a funny word, and she giggled at herself for thinking of it. But it was even sillier that she had forced them into that awful, constrictive thing for so long. You should apologize to them.
"I'm sorry, boobies." She gathered them up in her arms and gave each of them a little kiss, and then giggled. She knew that she was being silly, but... But what? Why shouldn't she be a little silly sometimes? There was no harm in it.
You should give them a massage to make them feel better. As soon as she thought it, there was no hesitation. She lifted them up (not an easy task, given their great size and weight) and gently rolled them around with her arms, squeezing and stroking with her fingers... Something tugged at her mind. She used to feel guilty about doing things like this, but she couldn't remember why. Yes, there was really no reason for that, was there? That was silly. But you're too smart to stay in that mindset forever. You've grown past it.
Yes, it was time to leave all that silly old guilt, and all of those bad feelings behind. They did her no good. All she needed to think about was her big, soft, heavy boobies, and how good it felt to lean against this tree and roll them around in her hands, squeezing her nipples, pinching them... She wondered, vaguely, where the voice had gone. She hadn't heard it in a while. Obviously you're too smart and strong-willed to be swayed by it. You banished it from your mind. Yes, that was it. Obviously. No need to worry about that anymore. All she needed to think about was the funny feeling that was building between her legs.
She knew what it was, of course. There were books about sex in the University Library, which had drawn her eye the very first day that she visited it. She'd been too shy to actually check them out, but she read them in the little library studying rooms. They were... Clinical. Sterile. But they couldn't help but hint at things that Fridwen found intriguing: the "pleasurable convulsions" that men and women both experienced during coitus. The diagrams of all the parts that she had down there, neatly labeled. They even had some books from Vishanatar, in translation, and though the Royal Censors had stripped out the most licentious parts, they went a long way towards explaining the strange urges that Fridwen had been feeling since she was a teenager.
What they didn't explain was why she felt those urges when she was around women, and not men.
But why shouldn't you like women in that way? Women are lovely.
Fridwen frowned. "That's heresy. I'm not a heathen." She didn't know who she was saying it to. There was nobody here but her, of course.
Goodness, that little idea is really stuck in there, isn't it? Well, of course you're not a heathen, Fridwen. Have you ever pleasured yourself?
"Yes," she whispered, then blinked. Who was she talking to?
Don't think too hard about it, sweetheart. Oh, these are lovely memories, aren't they? Very creative use of vegetables. But so much guilt! You're torturing yourself, Fridwen, and for what?
"Because it's a si-" A silly thing to avoid, really. What's the harm?
"Hell. I would be..." She blinked and shook her head. There was that voice again! Where was it coming from?
Look down at your chest, Fridwen. Aren't your nipples pretty? So big and stiff!
Goodness, they really were. The thrill of exposure had made them almost painfully hard, even though it was quite warm out here. She could feel them throbbing in time with her heartbeat, and was struck by the sudden urge to suck on them. And why shouldn't you? It would feel wonderful. They ached for a pair of lips to wrap around them, and she had a powerful urge to suck on a big, soft pair of breasts. There was an easy way to fix both of these problems at once.
And just like that, you're mine again. Yes, her breasts were hers, so she could do whatever she pleased with them. Her nipple felt delightful against her tongue, her tongue delightful against her nipple. What a delight that she could do this for herself! It felt almost like cheating; like she was breaking the rules to a game. Truly astounding, how easy that was. All she had to do was lift it up and pop it into her mouth, and it felt so good!
But you know what would feel even better? she asked herself, and then she reached down between her legs... Why was she even hesitating? She wiggled out of her trousers, tossing them aside. She was wearing only a thin loincloth underneath them, and she ran a gentle finger over the front of it and shivered. It was wet. It got that way, sometimes, when there were pretty girls near her, or when she thought about big, bouncy chests. She knew that it was supposed to be men that made her feel that way, but...
But who doesn't like thinking about big, bouncy chests? They're fun! You should bounce yours. She did, jumping up and down a little bit. It made her nipple fall out of her mouth, and she giggled as she watched them jiggle. See? It's fun to do and lovely to watch. And it was making her loincloth even wetter. She gave herself another light stroke. Even small, little touches made her feel all tingly and wobbly. You're very sensitive down there. Why don't you take that off?
She did. Oh gods, it felt so naughty to have her most private place exposed to the open air. She ran her fingers through the hairs she had down there, over her inner lips, the ones that she had always thought looked like pretty little flower petals, and over the little nub that felt so... Intense.
It feels good to touch it, so why not touch it a little more? She did, squeezing it very gently between her fingers, but even that caused an explosion of feelings inside of her, so intense that she gasped and arched her back. She leaned against a nearby tree (she was going to lose her balance otherwise) and breathed, hot and heavy, as she slipped a finger inside of herself.
Very good! I think that you're ready. She had never been more ready. She was practically racing to the end. In a matter of moments she was using her hand to fuck herself - fuck herself - so fervently that her fingers were making wet, squishing noises as they rubbed against her lips, her thumb furiously toying with her clitoris. Normally I don't move on to this part so quickly, but you've proven to be an exceptional young woman, Fridwen. Thoughts of sin and Hell were washed away in the tide of feelings rushing over her from her pussy. All she could see were her breasts, jiggling and wobbling delightfully with the motions of her hand, so heavy and soft and wonderful. She lifted one up, and her excitement was so great that she actually missed her nipple a few times, planting kisses on her soft skin, before she managed to get it into her mouth, and- and-
Oh! This was so filthy! She was worse than a street whore, pleasuring herself like a wanton slut in the middle of the forest. Somebody could hear her, and she surprised herself by thinking, So what if they do? Let them join in. Gods! She was just... She was close. She could feel it building, that familiar feeling. Why had she gone through such lengths to avoid making herself feel like this? It was wonderful! She was almost... It was coming. Almost there. She was moaning now, loudly, but she didn't care. It felt too good. She climbed the peak, and...
Stop.
It wouldn't happen. Her body froze. Not literally, in fact, she started to suck and stroke even harder, but she just... She couldn't. She was stuck on the edge, and she couldn't make it over.
You want to cum, don't you? She needed to. She felt like she would explode if she didn't. There's a reason that you can't. What was it? Obviously you need someone else to help you with it! Oh. Yes. Right. That made sense. But... Why don't you head back to town? Put your clothes back on, and we'll find you a lovely woman to help you cum?
"One of yours?" She didn't know who she was talking to, or why she was asking it, but she was beyond the point of second-guessing herself.
Oh, probably not at first, dear, but with your help, they will be.
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Hold on a moment.
She stopped, though she wasn't sure why.
Look to your right, through that gap in those trees.
On a whim, she looked off to her right. There was a gap in the trees, through which she could see the river which she had been able to hear for quite some time now. There was... She crept through the bushes as quietly as she could to get a better look. There was a woman standing in the river. She had dark skin (a rarity in this part of the world) and black hair which was tied up into a loose tail. She was wearing a pair of baggy, white trousers, rolled up to her knees and secured at her waist with a sash, and above that there was nothing but a strip of cloth wound around her chest.
Goodness, isn't she lovely? She was lithe and trim, all lean muscle, and even from her hiding spot back here behind the trees, Fridwen could see that she had a number of scars, which told the story of a dangerous life. And her breasts! Even bound as they were, they were clearly very big. Not as big as yours, of course. Nobody has a chest as lovely and voluminous as yours, Fridwen. Even so, she had never seen such a sizable chest on someone so thin.
She was as still as a statue, watching the river with a three-pronged spear held at the ready. She did not seem to notice Fridwen yet. Well! It looks like we won't be needing to go all the way back to the city! We've found the perfect prey already.
Fridwen blinked. Prey? What an odd thought.
I don't need you to think, sweetheart. I need you to act. Don't you want to be a great sorcerer, Fridwen?
"Yes," she whispered quietly, barely above a breath.
Well, now is your chance to do some real magic, not like the silly little fireballs they teach you about in the University. And just like that, Fridwen knew what she had to do.
"Will... Will I really be able to do that? A kiss?" she asked herself. "She's never met me..."
Fridwen, with my help, she will be begging to kiss you.
There was that voice again. "Are... Are you a god?"
Of course not. Why, if I were, what you are about to do would be heathenry.
Right. And heathenry was bad. Very, very bad.
But you're no heathen, are you, Fridwen?
Of course she wasn't. The very idea was absurd.
Then this must be okay! After all, you would know if you were about to do something immoral, because you are a very intelligent person.
That... That didn't make sense. Fridwen clutched her head. Where was this voice coming from?
Look at her chest, Fridwen. Don't you want to touch them? Don't you want her to touch you? Once you do this, she will. She'll do anything you want her to do, And there will be so many more, Fridwen. I have seven now, including you. Once I have eight, then you will be able to meet me in person. I will be able to enter your world! And once that happens... There was a chuckle. Well, then you will have any woman that you want, Fridwen.
Most of that didn't even register. Fridwen's thoughts had stopped at don't you want to touch them? Half a dozen fantasies played themselves out in her mind at once.
Good! You can make those fantasies real, Fridwen. All you need to do is-
"I can hear you over there."
Fridwen froze. The woman's voice was deep and commanding, and she spoke Lonian with a distinct accent. She hadn't moved from her spot in the river, but she was looking directly at where Fridwen was hiding in the bushes.
"I'm afraid that you'll find me to be no easy mark," she called out. "I'm more dangerous than I look, and I have no money besides. You'd be risking a lot for no gain. Why don't you come out of your hiding spot and we can talk?"
Go on. It makes no difference. You will still have her.
Fridwen stepped out into plain view. The woman looked at her and raised an eyebrow. "I suppose that you've got a band of friends waiting in the trees to ambush me, yes?"
"Er... No. Just me," said Fridwen. They were perhaps fifteen feet apart now. This woman made her nervous. Her voice was intimidating, and... She was really beautiful. Her eyes were brilliantly green. And Fridwen was fairly certain that spear of hers was meant to catch fish, but she looked like she would be perfectly capable of defending herself with it if she needed to. "What do you mean when you say that you're more dangerous than you look? You look pretty dangerous already, with all those muscles and scars..."
She tapped the silver amulet that she was wearing around her neck. It was shaped like a many-petaled flower. "Knight of the Chrysanthemum."
You know what to do, sweetheart. I know that you have it in you.
Fridwen smiled, even though she was feeling very nervous all of a sudden. "Oh! Well, if you're a Knight of the Chrysanthemum, maybe you can help me! That's what you Knights do, right?"
"Maybe," said the woman. "Depends on what kind of help you need."
"Well, you see... It's about these." Fridwen lifted her tunic and quickly undid her breastband, which she had only tied loosely earlier. Her chest bounced free, and she couldn't help but shiver with delight at the heavy, soft noise that they made as they settled on her tummy.
The woman, who had only been keeping Fridwen in the corner of her eye before (most of her attention was focused on the river), now stared openly at her, and blinked in confusion.
Are you ready to channel my magic? Here it is... Oh! She could feel it entering her, making her hair stand on end. It was like sorcery, but... Less hot, and more pleasant; a warm, tingly feeling. Ah, but it is sorcery, Fridwen! After all, if this were god-magic, that would make you a heathen, and that's not what you are.
Of course, of course. This was just a new type of sorcery. Fridwen directed the magic into her breasts, at the same time lifting them up with her arms so that her nipples (they were already hard as rocks again) were pointed right at her new friend. "They're so heavy, you see, and my nipples are so hard and tingly. I need someone to suck on them."
She blinked in confusion. "Well. Um. Those are lovely, but I think I'd like to get to know you a little better before we-"
At the word 'lovely', Fridwen gasped in delight. "Ooh! I'm so glad that you think so! Say more nice things about them!"
She tilted her head to the side. "Are you a nymph?"
"A nymph?" Fridwen laughed. Her nervousness was quickly wearing off. This was... Fun! "I don't think so."
"A dryad, perhaps? No, your ears aren't pointed. What is this, then? What's the trick?"
"No trick!" she said with another giggle. She hardly ever giggled before, but she was just feeling so light and silly all of a sudden! "I just want someone to suck on my big. Fat. Soft. Boobies." She bounced them with every word, and the woman seemed to have a very hard time pulling her eyes away from them. The magic was working. "My name's Fridwen! What's yours?"
"Naala. You can't be a succubus. Succubi are far more subtle than this."
"Of course not! I'm just a woman. A woman with two lovely, squishy, round breasts that need to be-"
Naala's hand shot up, one finger raised. "Hold that thought," she said, and her eyes went back to the river.
"Wha-"
The spear flew into the water, lightning-fast, and then back out again, and when it came back up there was a fat, whiskered catfish struggling on the prongs.
"Um... Don't you want to - gods and demons!" In one swift, clean motion, Naala had pulled the fish from her spear, drawn the dagger from her sash (she had a dagger in her sash! Fridwen hadn't even seen it there) and driven it into its head, killing it instantly. It had barely even had time to flop and struggle in her arms. Fridwen suddenly felt rather queasy.
"It looks messy," said Naala, "but it dies fast and painlessly that way." Quickly and methodically, she cut the fish's throat, then set it down on a rock on the riverbed to let it bleed out while she rinsed her knife and hands in the river water. "Are you hungry? That one is for my... friend and I, but I can catch another if you need something to eat."
"No thank you." Fridwen was fairly certain that she was starting to turn slightly green. She turned away so that she didn't have to look at it, even in the periphery of her vision. Her hands were still on her breasts, but she had forgotten about bouncing them for the moment.
Naala shrugged. "Suit yourself. So you're not a dryad. Not a nymph. Not a succubus. You're just a woman, but you like to approach strangers in the middle of the forest and ask them to suck on your breasts? You understand that that's rather unusual, yes?"
"I know. It's just..." She looked at the fish again, and the little rivulet of blood that was flowing from its neck down into the river, made a face, and turned away. "I have to-"
She had been about to say 'recruit someone,' but- Ah! No need to tell her that, Fridwen. She isn't under your control yet. Try again, sweetheart. You'll get her this time.
"You have to what?"
"Umm... It isn't important." She swallowed rather loudly. "I'm just going to try again. I think I did the spell wrong the first time. I'm not used to working this kind of magic."
Naala's eyes widened in alarm, and she took a step back. "What do you mean, the first-"
Fridwen turned around again, pouring the magic into her chest once again, and... Ah, there it was! Before, Naala had been looking at them, but her attention would flit away every few moments, both to the river and to Fridwen's face. Now, her eyes were absolutely glued to them. Fridwen bounced them a little, feeling their wonderful weight, and she could actually see Naala's eyes following them as they went up and down.
"Oh!" said Fridwen with a sigh of relief. "I think it's working now. Good. I thought that I had messed it up again..."
"What are you talking about?" Naala blinked and turned her neck, but it was as if there was an invisible thread pulling her attention towards Fridwen's chest. She pulled her eyes up to meet Fridwen's, but only for a moment, and even that took such an effort that she'd had to clench her teeth. "What are you doing? Stop that."
"Stop what?" Fridwen giggled. "I'm not doing anything. It's not my fault if you want to lay your head between my big, fat, squishy breasts and feel my warm, smooth skin pressed against your cheeks. Tell me what else you want to do with them."
"What I want is for you to stop working whatever magic you are inflicting upon me, and to let me suck on your-" Naala clasped her hand to her own mouth as she realized what she was saying.
Fridwen drew closer, stepping into the river with her. "Suck on my what?" she said with a catlike grin. "Tell me."
Naala's breaths were starting to come harder and heavier. "I... I want..."
"Is your brain getting all foggy? Don't worry, they do that to me, too! You want to feel how heavy they are?" She wrapped her arms around them and lifted them up. "Very, if you were wondering. They bounce and jiggle when I walk, and my nipples rub up against my tunic, and it feels so good."
"This is very strange," Naala managed to choke out. Her mouth hung open, and she was slowly drawing her face closer to them.
"What's strange about it, hmm?" Fridwen giggled again and grabbed great handfuls of her own chest. "My huge, soft boobies are made for sucking. And touching. And groping." 'Groping' was a very accurate descriptor of what she was doing to herself at the moment. Her breathing was getting slightly heavy as she kneaded and squished, running her fingers gently over her big, hard nipples. "It feels so good when I play with them, Naala. But it feels even better when..."
Wait! No, no, stop!
She looked down at them and... Gods! They were so big! They filled so much of her vision, and the way that they bounced and wobbled with every little movement was just... It was hard to look away from!
"When...?" asked Naala.
"When I... Oh!" Stop the spell, Fridwen! You're going to- She poured even more magic into them, so that Naala wouldn't be able to look away as she began to pinch her nipples. "They're so heavy!"
"You already said that," said Naala.
Fridwen couldn't tell if Naala was still looking at her breasts - she was too busy looking at them herself - but the magic was so powerful that she must have been. "But I love how it feels," she said. "I love how it feels when they bounce and jiggle, and I love how it feels when I..." She sighed a deep, long sigh, and shivered. "Hey! Do you want to see a neat trick?"
"Um..."
"Watch!" Fridwen hefted one of her breasts with one hand and brought her nipple up to her mouth. Fridwen, don't, or you'll- She sucked, and she instantly felt utter peace and contention. "I used to feel guilty about this, you know! I've done it a few times, but I always felt so awful afterwards. How silly of me! It feels so good, and it makes me all quivery and wet down there between my legs." She said all of this with a nipple in her mouth, her voice muffled and her words slurred.
Damn it all, I gave you too much. Perhaps I overestimated your abilities...
"Huh?" said Fridwen. "What are you talking about?"
"What are you talking about?" asked Naala. "Are you quite alright?"
Naala, of course, would be completely entranced now. She was hers, to do with as she willed. Fridwen tried to look her in the eyes, but... Well, there was no reason for that, was there? No reason to look away from her own big, soft, wonderful boobies. "Hey. Come here."
"No, I don't think that I want to. What's happening to you? Your eyes are all glossy."
The words entered Fridwen's ears, but not her head. She couldn't have said no, of course. She was under Fridwen's control. She must have misheard her. The buzz of sensation from her breasts was drowning out everything else. Her nipples were on fire, and every bounce and wobble filled her heart with glee. What fun her body was! Obviously Naala, unable to resist, had done what Fridwen asked, and she would continue to obey her for as long as Fridwen wanted.
Of all the stupid... You're lucky I like you, Fridwen. Let me try to end this...
"Naala, I won't ask you to do anything that you don't want to do, of course, but I would very much enjoy it if you... Touched me?" Goodness, how naughty! She would have never dreamed of asking a woman to do that before, but now... Now, she was free.
"Of course I will, Fridwen!" The words sounded strange. It was as if... It was if, at the same time that Naala had said them, she also said, "I'm not quite sure that your spell has worked as you intended," and the words were overlayed on top of each other. Like two people speaking at once. But that was silly, of course. There was only one Naala, and she was...
"Oh, goodness!" Fridwen's legs were getting so wobbly that she actually fell backwards onto her bum, and she felt soft, gentle fingers caressing her thigh. "Oh, I'm so glad that you want to do this too! I've... I've never been with anyone before. Be gentle with me?"
You've blocked me out again. Incredible. Well, you're just going to have to work it all out yourself. Once I have you back, though, we are going to have to take measures to ensure that this doesn't happen again.
"I'm not doing a thing to you. I think that your spell backfired."
Two voices. Fridwen didn't hear either of them. Naala was on the ground beside her now, one arm beneath Fridwen's neck, the other hand resting on her tummy... And moving slowly downwards. All the while, Fridwen was groping and sucking and squeezing her chest. She couldn't stop now even if she wanted to, and she definitely didn't.
"I want to cum," she whispered. "I tried before, but I couldn't. I need someone else to help me."
"Whatever god or demon provided you with this magic, it seems to be powerful stuff, friend," said Naala with a frown.
"Well," said Naala with a chuckle. "Allow me."
Fridwen felt herself flush red with anticipation and excitement as she felt Naala's fingers slide below the hem of her trousers, and she gasped when she felt them gently stroke her lips through her loincloth. "Your fingers are so soft..."
"Those are your fingers. Can you even hear me anymore?" said Naala.
"You're so wet, Fridwen!" said Naala. She stroked again, and Fridwen convulsed with excitement, arching her back.
"Nngh. Don't tease me! I'm ready. Please. I need you to-" She gasped as Naala's fingers entered her, and she began to suck on Fridwen's nipple, which was good, because she was so shivery and quivery that she could hardly keep herself in her own mouth now. "Oh, this is so naughty! We're both women! We shouldn't be doing this!"
"Even in a trance, you Lonians can't quite shake this ridiculous homophobia, can you? They must bury it in you very deep." Naala somehow said it even though her mouth was very much occupied with Fridwen's nipple. But... No, she couldn't have actually said it. Not while she was sucking so fervently. Fridwen was just hearing things.
"I'm going to... Oh, gods, I'm already..." Fridwen was right on the edge again, and this time there was nothing to stop her. She could feel her muscles down there convulsing. "Ah! Ah! Naala, I'm- You're making me- I! Cu- Cumming!"
It had never been so intense before. Tidal waves of pleasure, sweeping her body up, carrying her away. She shivered. Convulsed. Cried out. She didn't care if anyone heard them.
It lasted a long time, and when she finally came down from it, her nipples and her pussy still tingled. "Oh, gods..." she whispered. "That was..."
"Amazing?" asked Naala with a grin.
"Wonderful."
"Want to do it again?"
"Please."
And then Naala kissed her. Her eyes widened in surprise, but she leaned into it. She had never kissed anyone before, but Naala's lips were soft and warm, and her tongue was... Well, a little dry, but that didn't matter. She had done it! Naala was hers now!
"Aaand, you're kissing your own hand now. Right. I'm going to go get you some help. I'd tell you to stay put, but you're not planning on going anywhere anyway, are you?"
"Are you sure that you are not a sorcerer, Naala, because your fingers are magical!"
"I thought so." There was a snort. "I'll be back in a moment."
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"Gods and demons, you're insatiable!" If she had known that sex would be like this... Well, it was not legal for her to be doing this, but there were no magistrates or priests out here in the forest, were there? And she had doubts that she could have kept Naala off of her even if she wanted to. She could feel the strength in those lean muscles of hers as she groped and sucked and fingered. The magic had worked, stripping away all of Naala's inhibitions and doubts, allowing her to do what she really wanted, and her desires were far more powerful than Fridwen had expected. Naala could scarcely keep her mouth and hands off of her breasts. Even while her fingers were buried in her cunt, she was sucking on Fridwen's nipple with fervor, groping at the other one with her free hand.
"How long has she been like this?"
"Since I left to come get you. A quarter of an hour, or so."
She was really very lovely. When Fridwen looked down and saw those brilliant green eyes looking up at her as Naala sucked, it made her heart flutter. They were almost hypnotizing. Hah. "I'll have to watch out, or I might lose myself in your beautiful eyes, Naala."
"It's always my eyes or my muscles or my breasts. Are those really the only things that I'm noticeable for?"
"Well, they are all very lovely. Can she even see us? Hello? Fridwen? Can you hear me?"
"You know, you have wonderful breasts too, Naala," said Fridwen with a giggle as she reached down and placed a gentle hand on Naala's chest. "They're not as big or as captivating as mine, of course, but considering how svelte you are, they look quite huge on you!"
"Is this meant to excite me? Pointing out the obvious?"
Naala smiled and quivered, and tugged at the knot that was holding the cloth wrapped around her chest in place. Snap. They immediately bounced free with a soft, heavy noise. She tossed the cloth aside and pressed Fridwen's hand into them. They were warm and soft and her nipple was delightfully stiff. Snap. Fridwen rubbed it with her thumb, and Naala gasped even as she continued to suck.
"She's in very deep, isn't she? It's almost as if she's asleep."
"How is this even possible? I thought that god-magic never backfired."
"It always works exactly as the god that grants it intends it to work. If that god wants it to backfire, it will. This could be demon-magic, though, which is less predictable."
Fridwen was vaguely aware, in some remote corner of her mind, that there were two figures standing over her. But they didn't matter. All that mattered was that Naala was in love with her breasts, unable to stop herself from sucking and squishing and groping them. She could already feel number four coming on. "Keep going," she muttered, urging Naala on by playing more urgently with her breasts. "I've never had four in a row, never this fast. Keep going..."
"Try speaking to her. Use your Voice."
"Fridwen. Fridwen, can you hear me?"
"Huh?" Fridwen looked lazily around. Somebody had said something to her. Not Naala, but somebody else. A voice. Not the voice. That one was still just waiting. This one was different. But there was nobody else here. The two figures shifted, but she took no notice. No, nobody here but Naala and herself...
"Fridwen, you are in some sort of waking dream. You must listen to me."
"Be quiet," Fridwen muttered. "Nobody but Naala and me. Keep sucking, Naala. That's it! I'm almost there!"
"Fridwen, you need to..." The voice kept talking, but Fridwen wasn't listening. It wasn't important. The only thing that was important was her breasts and her pussy and what Naala was doing to them. She was almost... Almost... "YES!" Fridwen cried out as she finished for the fourth time, the inside of her cunt clenching hard at Naala's fingers as she pressed her face into her breast. "Gods! You're so good at this!"
"Well, it almost worked. You know, I've never received compliments on my sexual prowess from someone that I have never actually had sex with."
"She's not wrong, though."
"I learned from the best."
"You flatter me, pozhma en. I think that perhaps I will need to be a little more forceful. Can you get her to open her mouth for a moment?"
"I can try. Perhaps, if it's me, this will work..."
Fridwen felt a hand stroke her cheek. It wasn't her own, and both of Naala's hands were occupied with other parts of her. Confusing. Unimportant. She ignored it.
"Fridwen?" said Naala. "Can you open your mouth for me?" She was doing that thing again, where she was speaking clearly even though her lips were wrapped tightly around Fridwen's nipple. Strange. Very odd.
"Fridwen. Look at me." She blinked and looked over and Naala, who was crouching next to her. There were two Naalas. How had that happened? No, no, that was impossible. Of course there was only one Naala. She was crouching there, stroking Fridwen's cheek. When had she put her breast-wrap back on? Odder and odder. "I need you to open your mouth."
Fridwen shook her head. Something about this was very wrong. Was Naala working some magic of her own?
"Hmm." Naala frowned.
"Act as if you're the Naala in her dreams. Try telling her that you want to put something fun in her mouth."
"Do you think that will work?"
"I don't know, but it's worth trying."
"Do I think what will work?" asked Fridwen. "What's going on? Keep doing what you were doing before. I freed you. Don't you want to keep going?"
"I think I have an idea." Naala tugged at the knot that was holding the cloth wrapped around her chest in place. They immediately bounced free with a soft, heavy noise.
Fridwen furrowed her brow. "But... You already did that. Your breasts are lovely, though."
"Yes," said Naala, and she sounded almost... exasperated? She'd been so enthusiastic just a moment ago. "They're lovely, and they're very, very full, Fridwen." She pressed them together with her hands, and little droplets of milk appeared on the tips of her dark, stiff nipples. "Can you help me empty them?"
She was lactating? How strange. But Fridwen was open to new experiences, now that she was free. It would probably taste good, right? "I would love to," she said breathlessly.
"Good. Open your mouth for me."
Wait. Oh shit. Fridwen, don't!
She did, and her eyes were glued to the big, stiff nipple that was slowly being lowered towards her. Suddenly, she tasted something sweet. She swallowed it, without putting much thought into the fact that Naala's nipple had not actually reached her lips yet.
"Aha! Perfect. Keep her distracted for a moment."
No, no, no! Fridwen, stop! Stop doing what she tells you! She's going to-
"I'm not sure I want to actually let her-" Naala yelped as Fridwen leaped up and began to suck fervently. "Ow! OW! Sensitive! Slow down!"
Sweet, delicious, warm milk filled her mouth. Fridwen, listen to me! Listen to me! You have to get away from them! Naala's breast was so soft and squishy and-
"Vela, Korosh, Koreng, I call upon you! Please grant me your power so that I may undo the spell upon this woman's mind!" That was a different voice. It was speaking quickly, in... Shalian, of all languages. She felt a tingling in her head, and then...
Her eyelids felt heavy. Naala had stood up, and was tenderly covering her nipple with her hand. There was another woman there, who had skin the color of the sky and eyes the color of the sun. She was clutching Fridwen's shoulder, her brow furrowed in concentration as she said... Something. She sounded as if she was speaking through a long tunnel, and Fridwen couldn't make out the words.
Fridwen, don't let her touch you! Run away! Tell her to let go! She's going to-
"There you are. Out with you!"
She screamed. The voice screamed, in utter terror. Fridwen's head was filled with blinding, searing pain.
"Hold her steady! There's something in here. It doesn't want to let go of her..."
Fridwen, she's banishing me! Hold on to me! Don't you want to become a sorcerer? Don't you want to...
The world went dark.
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