Samantha's Hypno Challenge

It is that busy and exciting time of the year again for Dukington University. The end of August had come and September is almost rearing her head around the corner. A new wave of Freshmen gearing up to meet the latest chapter in their lives in strive. The college, like every year, hosted a variety of entertainment to welcome the students, new and old, in the week leading up to the first day of class. A busy itinerary of magic shows, music bands, food stalls, and club recruiters were scattered throughout the immense campus that the university prides itself in.

"Sooo...What was the secret action that The Great Davy told you to do after the show?" asked a bubbly young girl. She sports a head of short, brunette hair, hazel eyes that glistens with a hue of gold in the sunlight, and smooth, velvety skin that had just gone through a tanning session with the Bahamian Sun three weeks prior.

"I told you already, Stella, I can barely remember a thing. I think this hypnosis thing is legit with this guy, it's kinda scary," replied Samantha. She can still scarcely accept she's been hypnotized, even after watching the video of herself clucking like a chicken on stage that her best friend took. She can't believe Stella would volunteer to be hypnotized only to then push her onto the stage! Her first debut in front of hundreds of peers in her dream college, and it was a tactless imitation of a flightless avian, amongst other acts. Her pristine act of an icy prinzessin ruined before it even started at this school.

Any glancing stranger would guess Samantha Lin is a shy introvert, and they'd be right, most of the time. You'll never find her initiate a conversation with someone that isn't a close friend. She keeps to herself in class, and should you find yourself accidentally locking gaze with her deep, dark, piercing eye, don't expect anything other than a furrow of brows. She comes off as icy cold even to casual acquaintances, but to the select few who knew Sam closely, she could almost be said to be the life of the party. She doesn't shy away from doing anything with, or for her close friends. If you are lucky enough to catch a glimpse of her outside of class, perhaps hanging out downtown with her friends, or running with teammates for Track and Field meets, you'll see that with the slightest breeze, her silky, waist length black hair flows like elegant waves behind her. And when the corners of her mouth finally curls up into a smile, the dimples that it forms is almost cute enough to distract you from her sunkissed freckles, almost.

It was never Samantha's intention to come off as unapproachable, but the reputation had already formed and she leaned into it over time. She didn't want to talk to new people anyways. Besides, it is soo fun to watch guys panic and squirm when she catches them checking her out. Well, WAS so fun.

"Ugh! I can't believe I really did all that! I'm a freaking joke now! My reputation's gonna be rock bottom!" Exclaimed Samantha. If she'd known what would happen, she would have jumped off the stage, crowd's boos be damned. However, she was honestly very skeptical about hypnotism. She thought a big part of the trick was that the participants wouldn't want to be "party poopers" and more or less played along. Never would she have guessed that her agency would actually be stripped so completely.

"Hey, that means you could only go up from here right?" Joked Stella. Samantha rolled her eyes.

"Oh cheer up! It's not like you are the only one, a buncha people got hypnotized pretty hard!" Said Stella, "But hold on, do you really remember nothing at all? You are saying after he did all that voodoo crap with the lights you really blacked out?"

Samantha tried her best to recall, but her memory is a fuzz. "It's hard to explain, it's like...like trying to recall a dream? I think I remember the details if I try really hard, but I forget again immediately if I think of something else." Sam tries her hardest to remember being a chicken. "It's like, I don't remember consciously deciding to act like a chicken, but somehow I remember FEELING like a chicken, like being a chicken feels sooo right, youknowhatImean?"

"Nope, but of course you'd feel right being a chicken, Sam. Haha! Bawk! Bawk!"

Samantha rolled her eyes again. "Like how sometimes when you wake up from a nightmare, you feel all fearful but can't remember from what? Kinda like that."

"Oooohh, I think I get it now! Like how sometimes when I wake up in the middle of the night from a wet dream and my panties are all soaked? I would remember being so horny but could never remember why!" Said Stella, half jokingly.

"I...honestly can't with you sometimes," sighed Samantha.

As they are walking to the parking lot with the rest of the crowd, a guy in front suddenly started to violently shake.

"Oh my god! I-I can't hold it in anymore, I have, have to...!" The dude then broke out into a dance.

"I-I don't know what's happening, I just feel like I really need to dance right now!" He said to his friends as he is rocking a windmill with a small crowd gathering and cheering at him.

"OMG! That's one of the guys on stage with you!" Realized Stella. "This must be his secret action! At the end, The Great Davy whispered something to every volunteer and told us they would find a surprise waiting for them after the show! That's actually freaking hilarious."

"Oookay, I am NOT doing anything like that in public, lets goo," Samantha grabbed Stella and quickly ran to their car.

Hopefully that guy's dance spell, and every other "secret action" doesn't last too long,thought Samantha as they made their way home.

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Campus housing was one of the things not covered by her scholarship, but the rooms are small with little privacy anyways. One of the things that Samantha vowed to include as part of her college life was finally getting her own room, she'd always had to share one with her sister in the past. Luckily, Stella had gotten into the same school and found a condo unit just five minute drive away from campus through her family connections. Rent is very cheap split 2 ways, and they'd get a spacious living room, a small laundry room, a sizable kitchen, and 2 bedrooms each with their own bathrooms. Not to mention the walls are specially insulated for warmth and noise reduction.

"Oooh, finally home! This week had been so fun, but back to reality now. I'm so tired, I'm retiring for the night, good luck first day of class tomorrow!" Stella said as she closed her door.

"Yeah, you too. Good night." Samantha also could not wait to finally relax on her own bed. Between finding their classrooms, regular school facilities and amenities, and going to events, this past Orientation Week had them walking around campus more than a dozen times, her legs feels like they've been filled with lead.

A quick clean up left her scrolling on her phone on the bed.11:12pm already, hmm... guess I should at least go to bed early for my first day,thought Samantha. This is still an hour or two before her usual sleep time, but with the past week being so hectic and classes starting at 8am, she decided to tuck in for the night.

Ding! A message notification from her phone.

Ugh, who's texting me this late at night?Samantha was just drifting asleep before being rudely awakened. She grabbed her phone, an unfamiliar icon is displaying 'you have new message.' She certainly does not remember downloading any app with that "S" icon. Without bothering to check the message, she quickly swiped to turn on Do Not Disturb mode and turned to try to go back to sleep.

Samantha is suddenly overcome by a feeling of dreary anxiety. Her heart started pounding really hard, her face became flushed, and her mind hyper focused on that text. She needs to see that text! She grabbed her phone again and swiped open the message, the 'Sekret' app opened to a line:

[ I hope my little pet isn't asleep already now is she? ]

Samantha is calm now, but in utter confusion. Who the heck is this? What in the world are they talking about? And when did she download 'Sekret'?

'Sekret' is a (in)famous chat app that promises, and indeed delivers absolute anonymity. There are zero identifying markers connecting users to real individuals. No email or phone number required to chat, all you need is a code to join a chatroom, and anyone can create a chatroom. All messages, pictures and videos delete themselves between 1 min -- 24 hours, depending on user setting. The actual messages does not display on the lockscreen. The screen turns black the moment it detects a screenshot being made. Best of all, special LED light settings is constantly flashing, just not detectable by human eyes, meaning any attempt to capture the screen with another device leaves the picture blurry and ineligible.

This app was extremely popular, especially with teenagers. However, security and safety concerns soon arose and many recognized the potential for misuse. While no legal action was taken against the app, it fell out of favor for most people after several public awareness campaigns.

Samantha certainly remembers being warned by her parents again and again like a broken record not to use any such app. When did she download this? She set the phone aside, perhaps the best thing right now is just to ignore it.

Need to sleep sleep sleep now for tomorrow,Samantha thought as she tucked in her blanket.

Ding! Another message.

Once again Samantha finds herself overwhelmingly anxious to open the message and see what it says.What the heck is wrong with me??She is very frustrated right now.

[ Now I know you aren't sleeping without even finding out what your Secret Action is, are you? Was I that boring? ]

Samantha blinked. Secret action? From the hyno show? How does this guy know?

[ Who the fuck are u?? What do u want? ] She typed back.

[ Aw, I Am hurt! It's barely been 2 hours since we were together and you don't even remember your Master anymore? ]

Samantha cannot believe what she's reading. If she's piecing this together right...

[ Are u... The Great Davy? ]

[ A thousand appreciations, pet. But no need to call me great, just David is fine, if you are not used to 'Master' yet, ]

[ For now. ]

Samantha finds her anger, along with a tinge of fear slowly begin to bubble up. Not only did this guy embarrass herself on stage, his tricks actually followed her home and is doing god knows what. This can't be legal!

I can't believe I actually thought he was kinda hot.Samantha thought. In fact, they were actually deciding between this show and another before The Great Davy poster of the guy won them(mostly Stella) over.

[ What the Fuck r u making me do??? ]

[ Oh, nothing too crazy, your secret action is just to download the app, join the chatroom, and to make sure to read my texts. ]

Samantha tried her hardest again to recall her actions. When did she download 'Sekret'? She didn't even touch her phone on the way back, then she brushed her teeth and washed up, then on the bed to scroll...she was on... She can't remember. She can't remember what she was browsing for, not even which social media she was using. A creeping sense of dread begins to settle in.

[ What EXACTLY do u mean by 'make sure to read my text' ] She asks.

[ Ahhh. Ever so perceptive. I knew you are smart. You must've not read my text right? Not at first anyways. I made it so that you would feel absolutely terrible if you think there's any unread messages, to make sure you don't miss any of my commands. You teenagers are practically glued to your phones anyways right? So I didn't think this would inconvenience you at all. ]

[ Oh and don't even bother shutting the phone down or deleting the app. As long as the possibility of an unread message from me exists, your anxiety could kick in anytime. ]

Samantha's head is pounding right now. Her worst fear since starting her reply is being realized. "My commands" he says. There's no way, right? Sure, she had been proven wrong just hours prior about her preconceptions of hypnotism, but, over text? That's absolutely fantastical and utterly unrealistic. There's no way. There's no way... right?

[ What do u want from me? ]

Samantha's head is racing through hundreds of possibilities right now, and not one of them are looking too bright. Could she even go to the police if something bad happens? How do they prove forced hypnotism? Actually, would she even be able to THINK of going to the authorities? Her heart starts pounding fast as small beads of sweat begin to form on her forehead.

[ Oh nothing too major, I just want to do a little experiment with you. One that I've done many times in the past. ]

[You happen to be the most susceptible to hypnotism out of all the volunteers tonight, maybe the most I have ever seen, which will no doubt bring new insights to my experiment. ]

Experiment? Samantha blinked hard. She had thought David wanted to force her to do something illegal, or to record herself doing...questionable stuff. Thus he can blackmail her into doing things even without all the mentalism shenanigans.

[ See, my hypothesis is this: All women deep down, especially someone like You, Samantha, want nothing more than being used like an object, to be sexually dominated, to be CONTROLLED by someone else. And you would looove to be nothing but a slut who cannot think anything except through her pussy. In fact, by the end of week, you'll be begging to be my sex slave. ]

Samantha's jaws dropped and she audibly gasped. She feels like she just got whiplash. This is so much worse than she could ever thought. Who talks like this? Who the fuck actually thinks like this? In this day and age? Despite her conscious disgust though, she felt a faint tingle shoot from her crotch straight into her head. Suddenly, Samantha was keenly aware how hot her body had gotten. In her own mind, she fervently denied feeling anything.No!... That was nothing! I am NOT a slut!She screamed inside her head.

[ YOU, ARE A CRAZY MOTHERFUCKING PERVERTED SCUMBAG AND UR DEADFUCKING WRONG.. AND U R EVEN CRAZIER IF YOU THINK UR FAKE ASS HYPNO SHIT IS GOING TO MAKE ME DO ANYTHING!!!!! ] Samantha retaliated, her anger reaching a boiling point. Her will is strong, her mind is her OWN! Anything he wants to make her do, she can power through and deny him the satisfaction.

[ Who said anything about making you do stuff? Rest assured, in this experiment, every move you make, you make it through your own, unfiltered mind. Unless you beg otherwise, of course. ]

[ Now how you are going to FEEL, on the other hand... why don't you take a look at this ]

David's next message was a GIF of swirling pattern. It is mesmerizing, constantly shifting between bright colors and confusing patterns. There are... words and images flashing? They are too fast for Samantha to process consciously, though. Deep down, she knew this is really bad, she needs to look away, but somehow her eyes are glued to her screen. A minute later, the message expired.

A familiar tingle radiated from her crotch, this time much stronger and longer for her to feign denial. Once again Samantha was made aware just how hot and sensitive her body had gotten, with beads of sweat trickling down her face tickling her cheeks. A wave of undeniable arousal began washing away her anger. A damp spot starts forming on her panties.

[ What the FUCK did u do to me???! ] She frantically replied.

David's next messages took a little longer to arrive.

[ Here's how the experiment is going to go: My craft, incredible as it is, can only last so long. It wears off completely after 2 weeks, and pretty much loses most of its potency after just 1 week. Your secret action is simply to read my messages, that is going to become easy to resist after 7 days, and I will not prolong this particular suggestion. All you need to do, is simply look away after 7 days, I'll have no more means to contact you, in fact, I'm physically traveling to the next State as of now. ]

[ During these 7 days though, I'll be adding some additional suggestions, you just need to prove to me (or to yourself), that my hypothesis isn't true. These extra suggestions will not force you to do anything, but simply make you feel or don't feel a certain way. You had a taste to start just now, that one simply makes you a little more horny than usual. If you can't take it, just rub one out. ]

[ Or don't. It should be easy enough to resist considering you are a smart, strong, independent young woman who is totally not an orgasm craving slut right? ;) ]

Samantha could feel her anger overtake her horniness for just a few moments.

[ Why The FUCk MEE??? What coud u posilby gain from this,,??? ] Her hands are trembling as she types now.

[ I told you, it's my little experiment. A curiosity that arose during my work. Aren't you curious too? Are you really a sensible, modern young woman, or a slave to her pussy like every other subject I've come across? ]

[ I won't contact you again tonight, feel free to 'get down to business.' Goodnight ;) ]

"Ugh!!" Samantha threw her phone across the room, she does not want to hear anything more from this scumbag. The tingle in her loins is getting ever so stronger. She really wants to touch herself now. Her hand starts to slowly creep down...

No!Samantha slapped her own forearm.

That'll just play right into his hands! If I do anything now, it will prove him right and I AM just a horny slut!

She tries her best to calm down, deep breath in...deep breath out, "Haaa..." Deep breath in... deep breath out, "Haa..." Deep bullet in... Deep in..Wait wait no!

Despite her efforts, Samantha is more turned on than ever in her life. She needs to distract herself right now.

Jog in place, GO!

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Infinite squats, GO!

...

"I am not...*gulp, I am not a stupid horny slut," Samantha repeats to herself aloud, despite completely soaking her lace panties. She changes into a new cotton pair. She would have changed to a more comfortable pair anyways. Yes, of course, totally not because she's turned on enough to soil the entire old one. Totally.

Lying down on her bed again, with her legs weak as jelly, Samantha tries her best to fall asleep.

Just go to sleep, go to sleep, go to sleep...It'll all be better in the morning, she thinks. Despite how turned on she is, her exhaustion from the day is finally catching up to her. She can at last feel her eyelids getting heavy again...

Yes, yes.. just let me go.. to...Yes, hmmm, just like that yes♥︎...oohhhh feel soo good♥︎..????Samantha jolts awake, her hand jerking away from between her legs. Had she been masturbating subconsciously??

"That bastard! HE MUST be making me do this!" Samantha cursed and threw her hands up in the air in frustration. So much for not controlling her moves! What more can she do? If she can't control herself while falling half-asleep, what way is there to avoid this?

It...has been awhile, huh.Samantha thinks back, between the Bahamas trip three weeks ago, then the packing and moving, and the busy Orientation Week that left her exhausted every night, she hadn't properly relieved herself in some time. Her hand slowly creeps down again, this time with deliberate intention, hesitant as it may be.

This is...just regular 'me time'. Yeah that's right, I would've done this soon anyways, it has nothing to do with that guy!

From outside the panties, her fingers are tracing up and down on her lips now.

Hmmm...Oh yes♥︎...everyone does this, this doesn't mean I'm a horny slut! He...can't even know wha♥︎-- Ugh yesyes♥︎♥︎!

She is now rapidly tapping her clit with her middle finger, while her other hand creeps beneath the fabric and is stroking up and down her slit.