Samantha Ch. 22 - An Unpayable Debt

"Liv, I..."

"I told you, don't call me that. My name isOlivia," the young woman interrupted.

Samantha paused. She took a deep breath and refocused herself. She tried to think of the right mantra for this situation...

Mantra Six: I don't need to think, I only need to listen.

No. Sheneededto think. She needed to talk this out with her daughter.

Mantra Eight: The more I obey, the deeper I fall.

She would obey just fine. She'd never stop obeying. She just needed to talk this out. Was Olivia really going to go all the way with this?

Samantha only now realized that the fog in her mind had cleared. The realization was long behind her but now the reality of it was in front of her.

Her daughter. HerLittle Liv, was naked in front of her. After nearly a week of pure brainwashing. This had all happened so fast. Too fast. It didn't make sense. How could Olivia have given in so quickly?

Mantra Five: I want to be hypnotized again. I always want to be hypnotized again.

Samantha scrunched her eyes shut as she tried to quiet the mantras echoing in her mind. She just had to focus... Tune out all the noise...

Mantra One: Hypnosis quiets the noise inside me.

Of course. Hypnosis would help quiet the noise inside her mind... Why didn't she think of that earlier? All she had to do was--

No! Not right now. I need to talk to Liv. I need to... make... sure...

"Samantha?" her daughter's voice rang out. The name like a siren's call dragging her back to the woman she so desperately wanted to be. It was so tempting to just drift... let it all go and accept whatever Julian had in store for the two of them...

Mantra Nine: I trust my Master to know what I need.

She couldn't do this... She couldn't let herself drift back into trance... not now...

Mantra Two: In trance, I feel safe.

"Samantha?" her daughter called out again. She casually walked up to her mother and playfully tapped her fist against Samantha's forehead. "Anyone home, in there? You're not toobrainwashedare you?" Samantha imagined a sickening smile on a lifeless face. Her precious daughter was just another one of Julian's pawns now.

Mantra Twenty: Every part of me belongs to him. Forever.

Samantha fell to the ground and covered her ears. She knew it was impossible to fight it now. She knew both of them were so far beyond the point of no return.

But was one normal conversation with her daughter too much to ask? Just one conversation about where their life was heading? What the future might hold if they kept pushing farther and farther?

Was it so much to ask just to make sure Olivia really wanted this?

Mantra Five: I want to be hypnotized again. I always want to be hypnotized again.

The mantras echoed relentlessly within her mind.

"Please... stop..." she whispered under her breath. "I just want to think..."

She felt a soft hand on her bare shoulder. She looked up through tears, her gaze gliding past her daughter's body, a body she couldn't bear to see this way. She looked at her daughter's face. Her daughter's beautiful face. So much like hers... but with Mark's unmistakably beautiful eyes.

Eyes that weren't focused on anything. Eyes that were staring through Samantha. Just like she imagined they would.

Her daughter was standing before her, deep in trance. Samantha felt a nauseating heat creeping up from her nethers.

Mantra Twenty-One: Good girls make more good girls.

"Samantha... stand up..." Olivia's dreamy voice called out.

With frightening ease, she stood. It was easier this way. Easier to just obey and not have to think.

To not have to hurt.

Mantra Ten: Control is heavy. Giving it away makes me light.

Samantha felt her inner strength crumbling away. She just wasn't...enoughto resist this. A tension in her mind released. Like a muscle she hadn't realized had been in use for hours, finally getting to rest.

It was blissful to let it rest.

"Why don't we watch the spiral together for a bit, Samantha? Julian said you might like watching it with me..."

That sounded like awonderfulidea. Samantha made her way onto the bed and stared ahead at the TV; Olivia's spiral already playing on it.

As she felt herself drifting further away, part of her was aware of another presence. Someone sitting next to her on the bed. Someone with a beautifully dreaming voice, reciting mantra and after mantra that Samantha couldn't help but repeat.

Samantha decided not to think about who it was.

* * *

Hours later, it washungerthat ended the trance.

The gurgling of her stomach actually shook her awake. It was almost painful how hungry she was.

Samantha felt her stomach and was surprised to feel something hard just above it.

Is that... my rib...?

Samantha wasn't overweight per se, but she'd never consider herself "thin" either. She'd had just a little bit of fat to fill out her curves.

It was still there, but...

She turned and looked at Olivia beside her. Still in trance, her voice hoarse from hours of reciting mantras.

Samantha looked at her daughter's belly; careful not to let her gaze drift too far up or down. She just had to know if Liv-- noOliviawas okay.

No ribs were showing... but her daughter was noticeably thinner.

I never noticed how little he's fed us since we got here. Julian's... controlling our diet... making us...

"Mantra Nine: I trust my Master to know what I need," Olivia whispered.

Making us...

"Mantra Ten: Control is heavy. Giving it away makes me light." Olivia's voice continued chanting.

Making us... lighter... healthier...

"I trust my Master to know what I need..." Samantha told herself as she turned her gaze back to the spiral.

It was good that Julian was doing this. It was good that Julian was helping them be healthier and sexier for him. Every part of her belonged to him after all. It made sense for him to adjust her as he saw fit.

Mantra Fifteen: I feel most alive when I am completely owned.

Samantha slipped back into trance. She trusted her master to bring her out of it when the time was right.

* * *

It wasn't her master who brought her out of trance, it was Olivia.

"It's time to eat,Samantha."

Samantha shivered as she exited trance. She tried not to think about how painful her belly felt. She briefly wondered what time it was, but with no windows or clocks of any kind in the room, she could only guess at how many hours had passed.

Olivia stood up and walked out the door. Mechanically. Robotically.

She was sure her daughter was still in trance, even if Samantha herself wasn't.

"O-Olivia?"

Her daughter stopped and stood at attention. Then swiveled around.

"Yes,Samantha?"

Her voice was empty. Just like her eyes. Just like her mind. Just like her very soul which Samantha had carved out forhim.

She looked like a perfect slave. She only needed a collar...

Mantra Twenty-Three: Obedience makes women beautiful.

Just for an instant, the image appeared in her mind. Her beautiful, perfect daughter, with a black leather collar around her neck. Kneeling. Submissively looking up. Ready to--

No! Not her...

Please... Not Olivia... I can't...

Samantha forced the offending part of her mind shut. She refused to think of her daughter that way. She could let Julian destroy her family. She could even let him claim her daughter as his. But she couldn't...everdo that...

Mantra Twenty-Eight: I'll do anything for him, even--

No. She wouldn't.

Somehow, this one line still remained and she wouldn't cross it.

No matter what.

She waited for another mantra to challenge the boundary, and to her surprise, none came. She was somehow able to maintain this single limit.

And that small sense of control she now felt allowed her to finally have that conversation with her daughter.

She would just have to make sure she stayed in control.

Samantha took a deep breath. "Olivia, recite Mantra Two," she said with as much of a dominant voice as she could muster.

Olivia didn't hesitate. "In trance, I feel safe."

"Again," Samantha commanded.

Olivia dutifully repeated the mantra.

Samantha made her repeat it again and againand again. She couldn't chance Olivia waking up. She couldn't chance Olivia pulling her back into trance. She needed to keep her completely subdued.

Fortunately, she knew a thing or two about keeping hypnotized people subdued...

"You aresafemy daughter. You're with me. You can trust me..." She swallowed; almost afraid of the words that would come next.

"You trustSamantha, the first slave your master ever claimed..."

Olivia smiled. "Yes,SamanthaI am safe with you. I am safe in trance. I trust you."

She put her hands on her daughter's shoulders and stared down at the shorter woman with a commanding stare. Olivia merely stared through her.

"Youmustobey me, Olivia. Now, recite Mantra Eight."

Samantha tried not to leak as she listened to her daughter speak the same words she'd spent decades conditioning herself to.

"The more I obey, the deeper I fall."

She could see herself staring into the vanity. Swinging her makeshift pendulum back and forth as she hypnotized herself into submission. She'd watch in awe as the blank-faced woman in the mirror began to smile as she was pushed further and further into trance.

Now, it was her daughter staring back and smiling.

"Say it again,Olivia"

Her daughter's smile widened.

"The more I obey, the deeper I fall."

Samantha gripped Olivia's shoulders tighter. She could see her fingernails digging into her daughter's skin. Try as she might, she couldn't relax. This tension wouldn't go away. Not unless she entered trance. It was so tempting...

But she wouldn't do that. Not now. She had to hear this from Olivia's own mouth. Shehadto know.

"Tell me the truth.Olivia, you can hide nothing from me..." She paused briefly, unsure which answer terrified her more.

"Is this what you really want, Olivia? To be a slave?"

Her eyes began to water.

"Your whole life is ahead of you. You were going to go to college. You were going to study biology and become a doctor. Help people! You've wanted it since you were a little girl."

Olivia smiled wider and recited, "Mantra Eighteen: My past is irrelevant. I exist to be trained."

Samantha's grip tightened further. She could feel the blood pounding through her fingers as she clutched her daughter tightly. Wanting so badly to hug her daughter close, but unable to look away from Olivia's mindless gaze.

"No more mantras, Olivia. I want to hearyourwords.Yourthoughts..."

Olivia wasn't reacting. She simply stared ahead.

"Tell me the truth,Olivia, don't just recite the words he put in you.Is this what you really want?"

Samantha studied her daughter's mouth carefully as it moved; trying to read her lips as she spoke. She needed to know with complete certainty that Olivia meant this.

"Yes... I really want this, Samantha... I... I..."

The smile was fading. Olivia was hurting. Samantha desperately wanted to pull her out of trance. To hold her close and tell her she was safe and everything was okay.

But she needed to know. She'd put it off for too long. She needed to know the truth while she had the chance. She steadied her voice.

"You are safe,Olivia. You trust me. You trustSamantha. Now...tell me the truth."

"Samantha... I..."

The frown faded as Olivia retreated deeper into trance. Her voice flattened completely as she answered.

"Idowant this, Samantha. I know I shouldn't, but I can't lie to you... I... want..."

Olivia lowered her head and began to softly sob.

"I want to be brainwashed."

In a heartbeat, Samantha embraced her daughter who was now crying into her shoulder.

"It turns me on to be brainwashed, Samantha. It turns me on so much it hurts. I... I really want to live like this... I really want... to..."

Samantha hugged her daughter tighter as she forced herself to bear the confession.

"I... don't know why... but it turns me on so much... More than any guy I've ever met... More than anything I've looked at online...Actuallybeing hypnotized is... is..."

Samantha's eyes widened. The words her daughter were speaking were so familiar to her. So much like what Samantha herself had realized when she was that age.

"Being hypnotized is amazing, Mo--Samantha... I... I want to be hypnotized all the time... I'm just... I'm just so much happier this way..."

There it was. And in that moment, everything else fell away. Samantha remembered admitting the same thing to Julian. Remembered pushing him to hypnotize her for the first time. Convincing him how hot it would be to keep her as his hypnotized slave.

She remembered dreaming of him putting her into an eternal trance. Of letting her live her life the way she'd always dreamed of.

A happy, brainwashed, sex-slave that experienced nothing but the joy of obedience. Forever.

And now her daughter was following in her footsteps, and any conflict about what was about to happen was falling away.

Olivia wants this... Just like me...

Doesn't she deserve to be happy?

She wouldn't let her daughter be denied like she was. She wouldn't let her daughter end up with some man who only shamed her for what she loved.

She wouldn't let her daughter abandon true happiness in exchange for what everyone else said wasright.

Samantha loved her daughter and would do anything to make her happy.

Even this.

"Olivia, the two of us are going to get something to eat. Just the two of us. I need to have a long talk with you outside of trance."

Olivia just barely nodded in response.

"And then..."

Even now, it was so hard to say the words. Even though Samantha knew in her heart of hearts that this was right, it was still so hard...

Mantra Fifteen: I feel most alive when I am completely owned.

"And then... I'll bring you back to Julian..."

Mantra Seven: It feels good when someone else decides for me.

"And he will decide what happens next."

Olivia's hand drifted between her naked legs. To her surprise, Samantha was neither aroused nor repulsed by the act. It was just something slaves did when they were deeply hypnotized.

And Samantha's daughter was a brainwashed slave.

Just like her.

She was overwhelmed by pride and shame in equal measure.

* * *

Nobody stopped them from leaving the cabin. Nobody stopped them from getting in their car. The slaves simply looked up at the mother and daughter pair, now fully dressed, and turned their attention back to their tasks.

They're not afraid of us getting away... They're so sure we'll return...

Samantha's pussy clenched as the realization that women she'd never met before knew how brainwashed she was.

God... This is it... this is the life I always wanted...

Olivia's hand suddenly clasped Samantha's. A look of panic broke the tranquility that had almost become etched on her face.

"Mom, you promise we're coming back? We're not leaving forever right?"

Mom...

Samantha smiled. Her daughter was still there, despite the conditioning.

"Olivia... the fact that you'd even question that tells me you need a lot more brainwashing... Let alone that you just called me 'Mom' instead of 'Samantha'."

She reached over and started mushing her daughter's hair. Rubbing rapidly as if washing all the grime and dirt out of her curls.

"We'll just fix that right up with some quick brainwashing."

For a brief instant, Olivia froze. Unable to process what her mother was doing. Then, a wide smile broke out on her face and Olivia let her voice fall into a faux-monotone.

"Mom... you're brainwashing me... I can't resist... Wash my mind away..." Olivia couldn't help giggling as she play-acted.

Samantha thought about the last few months. Even before Julian returned, Liv had been so stressed by school. So stressed about her grades and classes and future and prom and all the things life throws at you.

She couldn't remember the last time she saw her daughter smile like this.

Samantha couldn't help herself.

"Olivia, Recite Mantra Twenty."

Every part of me belongs to him... Forever..." She blinked slowly, and looked down at her hands as they slowly interlocked with each other.

"M-M-Mom... I..."

Samantha pulled back her hand from her daughter's curls; terrified she had pushed things too far.

Olivia smiled sweetly at her mother. "Thank you... for accepting me..."

Samantha remembered her wedding night. She remembered Mark's derisive expression as she told him about her fetish. She remembered the way he calmly and authoritatively explained to her that her fetish was merely rape and that he was better than that.

And thatshewas better than that.

Samantha hugged her daughter.

"I'll always accept you... No matter what..."

Tears welled in her eyes as she felt Olivia squeeze back.

"Thanks, Mom."

* * *

For whatever reason, even though they'd been talking about omelettes and burgers as they walked into the diner, neither seemed too appealing when it was time to order.

"I... I think I'll have the chef salad," Olivia said with mild surprise in her voice.

Samantha smiled. "You know what," she said as she handed the menu to the waitress, "I will too."

"Easy enough for me to remember, we'll have that right out shortly," the waitress said with the faintest hint of a country drawl. Samantha felt her eyes drawn to the woman's ass as she walked away.

She could just barely hear Olivia whispering under her breath.

"Mantra Twenty-Two: I love girls by my Master's will."

Samantha looked at her daughter.

"Olivia, let's talk about this fetish."

Olivia frowned and stared down at the table. "What's... there to talk about? We... both like being hypnotized... We both like being controlled... I don't know why it has to get any more complicated than that."

Samantha took her daughter's hand in hers.

"Because not talking about it is what led to the affair in the first place. Liv..."

Samantha squished her eyes shut and corrected herself.

"Olivia, your father... He... he always..." Samantha wasn't struggling to find the right words. She'd thought them over and over to herself for years. She felt like she'd been waiting years to tell someone. Anyone.

She thought about the times Liv had sat on Mark's shoulders as a toddler. About the time he took her to the beach and gave Liv her first swimming lesson.

The way Liv had gone crying into her father's arms when she was ten. A boy she liked had called her a freak because she was too nervous to kiss him. No one else had been able to soothe Liv, only Mark.

"Why can't everyone be nice like you, Dad?"

"He always what? What did Dad do?"

Samantha looked at her daughter. She didn't want to break the girl's heart.

But she couldn't let her waste her life either.

"He... called me a freak. He made me feel like there was something wrong with me... Olivia, I do love your father... He is a sweet, wonderful man..."

Her eyes began to water.

"But I hate how he makes me feel. I hate it down to my very soul, and I never want you to feel that way."

She squeezed her daughter's hand.

"You deserve to be happy."

* * *

Samantha knew Olivia had been eagerly waiting the entire way home. The girl had been giddy as they walked into the cabin. She had finished a full week of intensive brainwashing and was finally going to see her master.