Message-ID: <816eli$9705151550@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: Path: qz!news.accessus.net!not-for-mail X-Path-Preload: news.accessus.net preloaded to thwart rogue canceller there Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: From: MS4EVER321@aol.com Subject: HypnoTV: Friends (mc,ff) CORRECT VERSION Apparantly, there was a mix-up and I accidentally sent you the Melrose Place story again. Here's the correct version. Please cross-post to alt.sex.stories. thank you. HypnoTV: Friends by MAW MC/FF/Television Not to be read by anyone under 18. This story contains graphic descriptions of sexual acts. If this offends you, leave now. This story takes the same view of hypnosis as television does, which is unrealistic. In short, what you read is either impossible or highly improbable. Even if it is, it's immoral, so if you want to try this, get help. "Smelly cat, smelly cat, I love my smelly cat..." Phoebe's singing was barely noticed by the crowd at Central Perk. The coffee house was unusually sparse that evening, no doubt due to the horrible rain that covered New York. Aside from Phoebe, there were only a half-dozen other people in the house. "Okay, thank you, any requests?" If Phoebe noticed the lack of attention, she didn't show it. She brushed her long blond hair to the side, and quickly tugged at her one-piece tan dress. Monica sighed. She really wished she hadn't agreed to have Phoebe stay at the apartment that night. Otherwise, she'd be home and out of the weather. But Phoebe had to sing, Rachel had to work and the two of them would probably keep her up all night. At least with Chandler, Joey and Ross all out for the evening, it would be sightly quieter. Monica walked towards the bar, where Rachel was beginning to clean up. Closing time was a half-hour away and already a couple of the people there were leaving. Monica leaned towards Rachel. "Any plans for what we're going to do tonight?" "Just watch 'Ghost' for the fifty-seventh time and cry again." "Why don't we cry over 'An Affair to Remember'?" "'Sleepless in Seattle'?" "Deal." Monica sighed. "Another night with just the three of us, no dates, no boys, nothing to do." "I know. I thought single life was going to be like the soaps. We hop into bed with a hot guy every week. Not like an ABC Friday show and we get some teenager who can't act." Neither of the women paid particular attention to the red- haired woman sitting near them. She was dressed in a pair of jeans, a red vest over a black shirt. She turned from the bar and made her way to a table where sat another red-haired woman, slightly older but no less attractive, wearing a tight leather ensemble. "I miss California," Kimberly said. "The sun, the sand, the tight bodies in bikinis." "I've got something that'll brighten your mood," Sydney said. She nodded towards the bar. "See those two up there?" "See them? It's hard to keep your eyes off them." "Well, they happen to be roommates and the singer is their best friend and tonight they're going to be all by themselves in their apartment. Opinion?" Kimberly smiled a wicked smile. "We wait until this place is empty. I'll take blondie. The sorority sisters are yours." "I love this town. I really do." Phoebe was placing her guitar away when she saw Kimberly come up. "Hi," Kimberly said. "I wanted to thank you for your number." "Oh, well, okay, thank you for thanking me. Oh, oh, I love your ring!" She was gazing at the blood-red ring on Kimberly's finger. Kimberly smiled. She couldn't have asked for a better opening. "Yes, it is lovely, isn't it? I love the way the light catches it, sparkles off it. Look at it and you'll see what I mean." Phoebe looked at the stone carefully. "Yes, it is lovely, the way it shines, the way it grabs your attention. By the way, what's your name?" "Phoebe," came the soft reply. Phoebe's eyes were already half-closed and she was beginning to sway in place. Kimberly could hardly believe this working so fast. It usually took longer than this to put people under. If Chandler had been around, he might have remarked that she had an advantage in that Phoebe didn't have that much mind to control. "Yes, Phoebe, it pulls your gaze in. It makes you look closer at it, deeper into it. Deeper and deeper to the center of the ruby. So deep, so deep. And as you look deeper, you also feel yourself growing more and more relaxed. Deeper and deeper, more relaxed. Let yourself look deep and close. Grow more relaxed. Close your eyes and relax completely. Close them, Phoebe. Close them." Phoebe's eyes fluttered shut as she sank into a trance. Kimberly leaned in, her lips right by Phoebe's ears. "Phoebe, in a moment, I will wake you up. You will be refreshed and will remember nothing of this. If you ever hear my voice say the words, 'relax, red ruby ring', you will be completely obedient to my will. Do you understand?" "..Yes.." "One more thing. When you get to your friend's apartment tonight, you will feel an overwhelming urge to dress in pajamas. No bra, no panties, just pajamas. Do you understand?" "..Yes.." A strand of long blond hair hung over Phoebe's sleepy face, exciting Kimberly. She stepped back. "Wake up now, Phoebe." Phoebe opened her eyes, blinking. "So, like, glad you liked the music and bye!" She turned back and began putting her stuff away. Kimberly walked back to the table, shaking her head. *Hell of a bod. No brains, but a hell of a bod.* At about the same time Kimberly was making her move, Sydney was beginning hers. She was sitting cross-legged on the sofa, palms on her knees, humming softly. A red candle was lit on the table in front of her. Monica, who was sitting at the chair next to the sofa, looked at her with apprehension. Rachel came up behind Sydney and tapped on her shoulder. "Uh, ma'am? We're closing." Sydney looked at Rachel, then at Monica, as if for the first time. "Oh, geez, I'm sorry. Look I need to finish this exercise before I go. A couple of friends were supposed to help me do it, but could you?" "Well, miss, I'd love to help, but engaging in New Age rituals is prohibited by employees," Rachel said in a serious tone. "Well, I can't leave until I do this," Sydney said with a convincing pout. "Now, are you going to help me or not?" Rachel sighed. "I don't know..." "Oh, come on, Rachel, let's help her," Monica said. "Not like we have anything to do anyway." "Oh, all right, Monica," Rachel said. "What do we do?" "Okay, each of you come over and take a seat next to me." Sydney hoped her excitement wasn't showing as Monica sat to her left, Rachel to her right. "All right, now we start by taking a few breaths. Inhale, hold for three seconds, then exhale. Inhale...exhale. Inhale...exhale." Rachel and Monica half-heatedly followed her example. Sydney moved on. "Now, look at the candle. Look at the flame on it. Just watch the flame as you inhale...exhale. Watch it. Watch the way the flame dances. Focus on it. Focus on the flame. Just watch the flame and let everything else go. Watch it. Inhale...exhale and watch the flame." Monica was half-way out already. Rachel was a little more resistant but Syd knew she was wearing them both down. She slipped her tone into a more commanding mode. "Look at the candle. Just keep breathing in and out and look at the candle. Watch the way the flame flickers from left to right, right to left. How it moves, how it dances. How it invites you in. Look deeper into the flame. Focus on the center of the flame. Breathe in and out. As you breathe in and out, you are aware of nothing but the flame and my voice. The flame and my voice. Look and listen. Look at the flame and listen to my voice. "As you look and listen, you are feeling more relaxed. Very relaxed. Looking at the candle relaxes you. Listening to my voice relaxes you. You can trust me. You want to trust me, don't you. Trust me and let yourself relax. I won't let anything happen to you. Relax and let yourself go. Relax deeper. Stare into the candle and relax deeper. You are both feeling so relaxed that you find it hard to keep your eyes open. Close them. Close your eyes and relax completely." Rachel and Monica slumped onto the couch. Monica's head lolled to the side, Rachel's propped against a pillow. Sydney smiled. She got their names and address, then set the final phase into motion. "Now, then, Monica, Rachel. Listen to me. In a moment I will snap my fingers. When I do, you will both awaken, with no memory of what has occurred here. Now, when you return to your apartment tonight, you will have an overwhelming urge to dress only in pajamas, with no undergarments. If you hear me say 'candle dance,' you will fall into this state of relaxation and do anything I say. Do you both understand this?" "..Yes.." "..Yes.." Smiling, Sydney leaned forward and blew out the candle. She then snapped her fingers. Monica and Rachel both awakened, a bit shaken but with no other effects. "Thanks a lot, guys. Be seeing you," Sydney said as she stood up. She took the candle off the table and moved to join Kimberly by the door. "All set?" Kimberly asked. "They're primed." "Give them an hour or so. We need to get stuff together too." "Can't leave our party favors behind," Sydney said, kissing Kimberly quickly. Unheeding of the rain, the two quickly made their way to their hotel. The mood inside Monica's more-spacious-than-it-should-be apartment was that of a teenager's slumber party. The three women were certainly dressed that way, each wearing a pair of pajamas. Monica, blue; Rachel, green; Phoebe, red. A bowl of popcorn lay on the table as the three sat on the couch, watching "Sleepless in Seattle." Tom Hanks had just started talking to Meg Ryan when the doorbell rang. It was the last conscious memory any of the girls had for the rest of the night. Getting up, Phoebe walked to the door and opened it. Standing before her were Sydney and Kimberly, both wearing trenchcoats. Sydney carried a small bag over her shoulder. Kimberly looked Phoebe straight in the eye and said, "Relax, red ruby ring." Phoebe's eyes glazed over as she swayed in place. "Let us in, Phoebe," Kimberly asked. Phoebe stood aside to let the two enter. "Phoebs, who is it?" Monica asked. "Candle dance," Sydney said. Monica and Rachel both closed their eyes and flopped back on the sofa. Kimberly and Sydney looked at each other and nodded. They took off their coats. Kimberly wore a fiery red satin bra and panties. Sydney wore white satin panties and stockings and a white bra. The two women went to work. Kimberly took Phoebe by the hand and led her to the seat next to the television. Clicking the TV off, she looked at Phoebe. She knew she had an exceptionally compliant subject before her. Time to see how compliant. She sat down on the couch and looked into Phoebe's eyes. "Phoebe, do you find me attractive?" "..Yeah.." Phoebe whispered. "Do you find me desirable?" "..Yeah.." "Would you like to eat me out, Phoebe?" "..Okay..sure.." Moving forward, Phoebe placed her fingers into Kimberly's panties and began massaging her clit. Kimberly was taken by surprise by the suddenness of the move. It took a moment before the pleasure factor could reach her. Smiling, she took Phoebe by the head and directed her towards her pussy. "That's right, Phoebe," she whispered. "Eat me out. Lick my pussy, my little love slave. You want to, don't you?" "..Yes. I am your love slave.." Phoebe got the words out despite the fact that her tongue was licking the juices that were beginning to flow from Kimberly's clit. At the couch, Sydney was preparing herself. She knew Monica and Rachel were more resistant than Kimberly. It might not be possible to convince them to pleasure her immediately. However, she was willing to bet that they would be more than willing to handle each other first. "Monica, Rachel, listen to me. Listen to my voice. You are both asleep now. You are sharing a dream. It's a wonderful dream. The two of you are on a beach. You are all alone. The sun is beating down on you. It is warm. Very warm. You are so warm and alone that you decide to remove your clothing. It's too hot for clothing. Far too hot. No one is around, you can remove your clothing." Sluggishly, Rachel and Monica stripped out of their pajamas. Sydney could see the sweat glistening off their skins. They really believed they were on a hot beach. She watched as they disrobed. They both had adequate, if not large, bosoms. Rachel's clit hair was lighter than her friends. They both had a knockout pair of legs. Sydney reached into her bag and brought out a bottle of tanning oil. "Put out your hands, palms up, cupped." The two complied. Sydney poured a sizeable amount of oil into each of their hands. "The sun is beating down so you decide to rub lotion on each other. Go ahead. Rub the lotion onto each other." Rachel moved first, spreading her hands onto Monica's breasts. She slowly moved in circles around the mounds, starting at the nipple and working down. She continued to rub along Monica's belly and arms and along her neck. Monica began at Rachel's hips, massaging her belly and spreading her fingers along Rachel's back. Sydney was aroused by this point. "All over, girls. You must spread the oil all over each other. Go ahead." Lying down, Rachel allowed Monica to move her hands up and down her leg, sighing as the fingers lightly touched the thigh. Monica then lay down and allowed Rachel to return the favor. Sydney was going out of her mind. The sight of the two hypnotized friends oiling each other up was making her insane. "Rachel, Monica, stop. Lie down on your stomachs." The two obeyed, giving a Sydney a wonderful view of two perfect asses. Pouring a glob of oil onto her own hands, Sydney placed one hand on Rachel's back and the other on Monica's. Knelling behind them, Sydney began to expertly spread the oil onto the beautiful bottoms. "You can feel the pleasure this gives you," Sydney whispered. "The pleasure of another woman's hands on you. Another woman feeling you. You enjoy this pleasure. And you'd enjoy it even more if the hands feeling you were each other's. Rachel, you long to have Monica rub your breasts and kiss you. Don't you?" "..Yes.." "Monica, you want Rachel to finger your ass and suck your pussy, don't you?" "..Yes.." "Then imagine yourselves together. This only a dream. It's not real. But it can be good. You can do what you want in a dream and what you want right now is each other. So, take each other. Make love to your friend and enjoy your pleasure." Sydney sat back on the couch to enjoy herself. Monica turned over, lying atop Rachel. She leaned down and kissed her friend long and hard on the lips. They embraced, enjoying the kiss for what seemed like an eternity. Rachel moved a hand down and cupped one of Monica's breasts, rubbing the slick surface of the nipple. Monica kissed her harder as she returned the favor doublefold, massaging both of Rachel's breasts. Monica slid down Rachel's body, licking her belly button before coming to her clit. She seemed to inhale the scent of oil and womanhood before placing her tongue inside. She began to slowly lick, her inexperience at first slowing her down. She learned fast though, and before long, she was driving Rachel towards orgasm. Sydney couldn't stand it any longer. She needed to let go soon or she'd burst. Turning, she saw Kimberly kissing Pheobe. Kimberly's panties were shoved aside and her bra was askew. Phoebe was naked as Kimberly raked her nails along her back. As Sydney watched, her lover arched in the chair as Phoebe's labors brought fruit. Moving forward, Sydney decided to take a part. Approaching Phoebe from behind, Sydney cupped her breasts, squeezing the tightened nipples. As Phoebe's head leaned back, Sydney kissed her square on the mouth. She could taste Kimberly's cum on Phoebe's mouth. Bringing Phoebe down to the floor, Sydney moved up so her pussy was right over Phoebe's face. Meanwhile, Kimberly knelt down and placed her mouth underneath Phoebe's clit. At an unspoken signal, the two moved in at once. Kimberly began to finger Phoebe, driving her red-nailed appendages into her pussy. Phoebe groaned with pleasure and licked her lips. She also licked those of Sydney. Without even looking, Phoebe took Sydney's panties and pulled them down, exposing her clit. She began to tongue Sydney, the pleasure she felt from Kimberly passed along. Sydney could feel her juices churning already. As Phoebe lay, the mesmerized victim of the duo, Rachel and Monica continued their own love fest. Monica crawled up Rachel's glistening body, Rachel's cum dripping from her face. She leaned her hands onto the couch and allowed her friend to take her own taste. As far as the two were concerned, they were having an erotic dream and were indulging themselves in it. Rachel slowly moved her hands up Monica's body. She grabbed Monica and squeezed her buttocks, bringing her pussy in close. She stuck her tongue in and began licking while her fingers jabbed in and out of Monica's ass. Monica's moans grew larger and longer as she felt her friend eat her out. Like a pump, Monica's juices flowed as Rachel fingered her. Finally, with a loud gasp, they were released, splashing onto Rachel's attractive face, falling onto her tongue. Next to them, Sydney gasped as she felt herself come. As if awaiting the signal, Phoebe released her orgasm onto the waiting Kimberly. For a moment, the five women were motionless as the aftermath hit them. Kimberly and Sydney looked at each other and smiled. "Shall we finish off the night?" Sydney asked. "With a bang," Kimberly replied. They pulled themselves off Phoebe, Sydney pulling off what remained of her clothing. Taking Phoebe by the arm, Kimberly pulled her up, kissing her as she did. She maneuvered Phoebe onto the couch, placing her down upon it. Monica was still leaning against the couch when she felt Phoebe near her. In Monica's trance-induced mind, she saw it as another part of the dream. Her desire turned on to the extreme by the trance and what had occurred, she pulled herself onto the couch, kissing Phoebe hard. Phoebe returned the favor as the two lip-locked, Phoebe's hands sliding along Monica's slick body. Monica maneuvered herself until she and Phoebe were facing each other's pussy. Monica fingered Phoebe's clit while Phoebe began to lick Monica's. As the two began, Sydney kissed Rachel long and hard on the lips. She leaned against the couch and brought Rachel down to her clit. Kimberly slid underneath Rachel and began to lick her pussy. The smell of released womanhood filled the apartment. For two hours, it continued. The five took turns making love to one another and eating each other out. Finally, an exhausted Sydney and Kimberly disengaged themselves from the pile of limbs on the couch and stood up. Staggering, they redressed and pulled on their coats. Sydney placed the oil bottle back in the bag and removed several bottles of wine, all almost empty. She and Kimberly then took a bottle and had each of the girls drink it. Sydney then leaned on the couch, her head above the naked group. "Listen to me," she whispered. "In a moment, you'll hear the door shut. When it does, you will slip into a normal, restful sleep. You will awaken with no memory of us or our having been here. You will remember what has happened between you all, but not our involvement. We were not here. You will not remember us. Good-bye and thank you for a wonderful evening." She turned, hooked her arm into Kimberly's and calmly walked out of the apartment. Monica slowly blinked her eyes at the sun coming into the window. She wondered why her window was so bright, then realized it was the living room window. She felt a movement underneath her and looked down to see a naked Rachel lying by her breast. An equally disrobed Phoebe was sacked out at their feet. Monica's whimper woke the other two up. It took a moment before they took in where they were and what was happening. They looked at each other, at the empty bottles on the table, at their naked flesh, at their clothes strewn about, at the juice on each other's faces. All came to the same conclusion. "Oh." Phoebe. "My." Rachel. "God." Monica. Before any of them could do anything else, the apartment door opened and the last three people in the world they wanted to see them like this entered. They stopped dead in the door and stared in disbelief at the scene in front of them. "Oh." Joey. "My." Chandler. "God." Ross. Chandler looked at Monica, then at Rachel, then turned his attention to Ross. "What *is* it about you, man?" -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /