0 comments/ 87508 views/ 3 favorites Hypnotic Melodies Ch. 1 By: Azrof Melodies within moments, sights accompanied by sounds; the world we live in teaches us to react to things instinctually. Like Pavlov's Dogs, we have been taught to react to sex in a certain way. Whether you are male or female your body responds to certain images or phrases uncontrollably. Control was always an issue. Who or what was in control of everyone? The thought plagued him, wracked him as no other issue had. Was there a way to understand people's sexual reactions; more than that, he wanted to understand women. As a student of psychology in a major university working on graduate level work, he was allowed certain leeway to do research. Funds and time could be allocated for him, which he had gladly procured with his teachers blessing. Human sexuality was not a concept most psychologists spent real time working on, studying or documenting. He figured that if his research could prove his theories, could give insight into the way women sexually interacted with the world; he would revolutionize not only the field of human sexuality but the mass-market paperbacks as well. With a fist full of college cash and a plane ticket to a seedier city than the one he lived, Eric Tanner began his study of women. Eric waited until night fell near some of the more populace bars before he went out. Once night fell Eric put on a nice suit that his roommate had let him take on the trip and went to the nearest, busiest club possible; the Vault. The Vault was a collage of lights and sounds, resplendent with velvet and backlights and the latest techno or rock music depending on the night. All of the women his college companions from the town had considered truly exciting went to the Vault. That was part of the reason he ventured there; only the most attractive women presumably would have recognition of the processes they went through during the sexual process, and if they didn't Eric intended to enlighten them. The first night was a total bust. Eric went from woman to woman, dancing or alone, trying to explain his purpose only to be shooed away and told to keep his cheap pick-up lines at home. Many weren't even that nice. Confused and dismayed Eric returned to his hotel and poured over the books he had considered worth enough to bring on the trip. Eyes, lips, nose then mouth, the physical bearing of the man mattered to women looking for one night stands, he read. The next day he went shopping for new clothes, one that would reveal his musculature to its best perspective. Being a college student and feeling the constant pressure of looking the part, Eric had quickly given in to the workout bug and developed quite a physique though he rarely used that to his advantage. Now he would. A wife-beater and loose dancing pants found their way on his not-so-pale skin that night. Despite that, he found himself lost amidst the techno beats and dances. What were those glow things people were waving around? Who knew finding someone would be this difficult? Another day wasted. He went to his motel and promptly gave his best friend and roommate a call. "Bro, it's not working. I'm trying everything…but the scene is just so different…they dance with these glow wand things and…" Eric's voice trailed off. "And dance. Yes, it's called dancing you doofus. Now, listen here Eric, you want to get women to participate in a research experiment and, because of you're here-to-fore denied hormones you only want the most enticing looking women. You can't get a woman like that by going to a club." "I can't?" "Not the way you are. You have to have a catch, a pull, some way to get them interested in you and willing to reveal their innermost secrets. Think about what we learned and develop a catch, I'm sure you can…look, I have a date, since your worthless ass is finally outta da pad. Later bro." The phone clicked dead. Eyes, lips nose and mouth, then the senses sight, smell, touch, sound and taste; how was he use this to his advantage? People react to sound, he reasoned. But what sounds do women like? Intimidated by the scope of the research he realized he had to do, he turned to the one certain factor. His computer. With a few deft keystrokes he maneuvered himself onto the Internet and onto a program that he could use to synthesize sounds. He spent several days creating different sounds, making them into mp3 files and sending them to women he knew over the Internet as friends. Finally he stumbled onto something. While doing some research on centers of the brain stimulated by sound at his University Website he found a single cord that stimulated the female sex centers incredibly. Latching onto his last hope he began recreating that sound. It was a deep, rhythmic sound that was mostly inaudible. Not certain about reproducing the sound he made a small tape of it and went out to try his luck again. - "Hi, my name is Eric," smiling he reached out to shake the petite blonde's hand. She was tiny, perhaps a few inches over five feet with a figure to make men drool. Firm, round breasts and an ass held in a tight black leather dress that came to rest just beneath her sculpted calves with striking oceanic azure eyes made her quite possibly the most attractive women Eric had ever seen. "Cassandra, Eric…but I can't talk, the guy on the other side of the bar already bought me a drink…" She was moving away, going towards the slender, almost effeminate man across the bar in the rear of the room. No! Eric quickly and uncertainly flipped the tape on in his pocket, the volume as loud as it would go. He still couldn't hear it above the music and when she didn't immediately turn he was certain that his plan had failed. She took two steps before the reaction was visible. Her hips started to undulate forward into the air as if she was dancing erotically and her thighs parted slightly. She took another step, obviously unaware of where the stimulation was coming from. As she moved away her reaction came to a halt. Presumably intrigued by the stimulation, she turned around and moved back towards Eric. Her tiny nipples, not quite visible within the fabric of her dress became immediately hard. Her lacquered, pink, fingernails began moving across the base of her breasts, kneading them. Her eyes showed only an oceanic desire that focused on Eric. Eric turned the tape off. Her reaction stopped. "Wha…what just happened? I don't know what you did, stud, but if you do it again you can have me." She purred, overwhelmed by the sexual potency of the sound. Then Eric felt a hand on his shoulder, followed by another hand on his inner thigh. Understanding dawned slowly. He had played the tape within a crowded place. Every woman within six feet of him, something around four women, each quite attractive, was hypnotized just like Cassandra. Finally, study specimens! - Numbers were exchanged as well as addresses. Eric explained to each of the five women that he had to prepare for their arrival and begged for them to wait a day. They all had reluctantly agreed. Eric was amazed that they didn't react with jealousy; obviously pure desire was not a romantic entity, did not feel jealousy. Eric spent the entire next day preparing for the evening. He went to every kink and science supply store in the town, augmenting the tools he brought with him. Nipple clamps, spreader bars, speculums, dildos, vibrators, rope and instructions on how to use it along with a video camera and plenty of tape were purchased from a store appropriately called, "You Won't Be Standing." At the science supply store he purchased some standard physical health test supplies; he already had the "pocket" version of a CAT scan at the hotel. The CAT scan was actually a helmet of scalp probes; it would determine when and how much blood was flowing to certain key areas of the brain. Setting up his toys and tools took the rest of the evening; in fact he was positioning the last of the devices when he heard a knock at his door. Opening his door, Eric was greeted to the most amazing, cock-teasing sight he had ever seen. There stood Cassandra, Erin, Beverly, Sarah and Samantha, almost nude on his doorstep! Cassandra, the tiny knockout was wearing a short pink skirt and white tube top that barely covered her breasts. Beverly was a much taller woman than Cassandra, easily just a few inches below six feet and older, easily twenty-eight to Cassandra's twenty. Beverly had a much more streamlined body. Short-cropped black hair barely reached her breasts, which were not overly large in Eric's esteem. Appropriately her hips were also quite slender. She was an athletic nymph wearing a skintight blue vinyl dress. Sarah was the shortest of them all though for her size she packed quite a punch. Pert, large breasts and a firm ass with hair the color of chocolate, Sarah was perhaps the most generously endowed for her size. She was wearing, of all things, a schoolgirl outfit! Pleated green and blue plaid skirt with matching jacket and white undershirt and stockings, rounded out with casual black tennis shoes that somehow made the package feel right to Eric; she was the vision of youthful innocence. Samantha was the only redhead of the group. The straight locks were lengthy, trailing down to her ass, cupping her pale, dust covered cheeks and nose as if to offer her face to the world. Her breasts and ass were firm, though smaller than Cassandra's, perhaps a large B-cup and her ass, which was revealed quite well in her skin tight blue jeans, appeared to be as firm as fruit. She wore a white shirt that proclaimed, "Look! Talk to my face!" across her breasts. Eric eagerly ushered them all inside, where he had the music ready. As soon as they were all in the room Eric played the tape, carefully muted in the hopes that the quieter it was the less they would be affected. As soon as the music hit their ears the girls reacted. Nipples grew erect, pressing against the fabric of whatever they wore and their eyes became dreamy. Intrigued Eric began asking each a series of questions. At first they didn't respond, they just sat on the bed and began rubbing themselves, squeezing their breasts and thighs together as if totally out of state with reality; as if all they knew was their lust. Eric turned the music down even further. With the music at the most sublime hum, not even audible to him, he found that he could ask questions to which they would answer carelessly. Even the most intimate questions; they did not seem to care about anything but the state of mind inspired by the music. From how many guy's they had fucked, "10, 5, 8, 2, 15." Respectively in number, to how many orgasms they could have via a lover in a single night, "3, 6, 10, 1-5 and never…" Were confessed without the bat of an eyelash. Then he began asking them about how they felt when they were aroused and to recount other times that they had felt similar. Cassandra told hers first. Hypnotic Melodies Ch. 2 Cassandra's Story "I've always been seen as an object for sex. Only recently have I started exploring though. I've always been the classic cock-tease, ya know? I only recently lost my virginity and started feeling that I wanted to know men that way. Not that I'm lesbian and not that I wouldn't mind doing something with a woman…but I feel that way mostly about men. The most recent time, the only time, I felt almost this aroused was with Bobby and his twin brother Billy. I am a cheerleader for the local college and always choose to wear the tightest, most revealing clothing without the second set of panties on the outside. I like to know I'm being watched and wanted by every man in the stands even if I'm not a slut. Well, the night I met Bobby and Billy our team had won spectacularly so I was feeling quite cheerful when the two, strapping young men approached me. They were both bald and muscular, obviously football players for other teams scouting out the goods. "Hey darling, how are you tonight? I'm Billy." Said one. "And I'm Bobby, we're twins. We were wondering if you'd like to go out and have a drink with us?" "Well, I usually don't drink after a game but since there is the two of you and you are brothers, I don't see anything wrong with it. As long as it's public." They happily accepted without even asking my name. I told them on the ride there though; since I lived so close to the college I usually walked. Billy owned the large pickup truck they drove, I really didn't care about the make or model. We drove, me between the two of them, to the local bar. They were gentlemen all along the way, really they were but being pinned between two hunks did have an effect on me. They both kept glancing at my hard nipples, which were quite evident in my tight cheer top. I didn't mind at all. When we got to the bar there was immediate trouble. Every guy in the bar, which I was barely old enough to enter, at just twenty-one, wanted to hang out with me. Billy and Bobby were amazing though; they somehow managed to keep every guy from me without acting sexual, possessive or violent. The way they took control was super attractive; I determined then and there to get the number of one of the brothers. All I had to do was figure out which one. We had a few drinks. They both told jokes and kept engaging, gentlemanly conversation that only intrigued and interested me more. What really attracted me to them was the way they didn't talk about sex; they oozed a certain quality that said volumes about their abilities in bed that words would have screwed up. Afterward when we left, I felt almost desperate to keep them with me. I told them to take us to a nearby field where we could watch the stars. They agreed and Bobby drove, as he was the best at taking directions. During the drive Bobby slipped a hand over to my left leg and Billy my right. At first it felt very strange but somehow, very good. Deciding that it was honest fun, I spread my legs and let them explore my thighs. Their fingers running up and down, pressing my skirt between my legs quickly had me quite excited. I could feel a smoldering wetness that was eager and hungry growing inside of me by the time we reached the field. The field was huge, surrounded by trees with a single dirt road that led to it; it was all but isolated from the rest of the world and the brothers loved it. Billy let down the tail on the truck and unrolled a set of camping mattresses. Then Billy and Bobby both lay down on the back of the truck, at arms length from each other, watching the stars. Seeing a spot obviously meant for me I jumped up between them. While watching the stars they both began touching me over my clothes. Billy kept his hands to the left side of me and Bobby kept his to my right. They swirled their fingers around my breasts, down my belly and over my pussy; they caressed me until I felt that I was about to melt and when I started panting with need Bobby did something that I didn't expect from him. "Get up and bend over the tool box." He was very commanding. Unable to do anything but fulfill his desire, otherwise how would I get home? I bent over the toolbox, revealing my ass. They both started talking about me as if I wasn't there. They discussed who would fuck me first, where and how hard and long. They talked about how good I looked and flipped a coin over who got what hole. It was almost like a game to them. Strangely, despite the fact that I knew if I resisted I would be raped, I felt excited. Billy won the toss. Bobby, grumbling, dropped his pants and lifted my torso. He sat beneath me and commanded me to suck his cock in no uncertain terms. Feeling almost wanton, I looked at it. It was huge! I mean the girth and length were twice what I was used to in my first encounter. My mouth began to drool like some kind of slut and I began lapping and sucking at it like a dog in heat. I could hear Billy unzip behind me and feel the back of my skirt lifted. Then I felt my panties torn off. Literally, ripped off; they were really quite muscular. It only turned me on more. Then he began rubbing the head of his dick against my ass-cheeks. It made me feel only more wanton, like I was their personal slut for the night. Even if I hadn't wanted it, I would have been. After a second or two Billy's dick was hard. He spread my thighs a bit, not really enough to open me up and reached between my legs. He rubbed my clit then, hard and fast, unlike anything I had ever experienced; the way he forced it hurt so bad that screamed. But, at the same time, the way he did it made me scream in pleasure too. My pussy instantly flooded. As soon as my juices started flowing Billy slammed his cock, just as large as his brother's, inside me. It filled me so that I could have sworn something ripped. I screamed again, this time more from pain than pleasure. Bobby was angry that I kept screaming. He started calling me a cock-tease and a whore and forcing my head down on his cock. To make him happy I began sucking him, flicking his head with the tip of my tongue, reaching my hand up to cup and squeeze his balls. He moaned and told me to give him more. He told me that the tears of pain I was crying were sexy. He told his brother to fuck me harder. Crying in pain, not realizing until seconds later how good it felt, I was horror-struck by the thought of Billy fucking my wet, throbbing cunt harder. But he did anyway. His thick man-meat hammered me like there was no tomorrow, forced itself so deep it bottomed out over and over again. I didn't realize until half way through it that I was begging for more. Before I knew what was happening Billy exploded inside my slut-cunt. He filled me so full that I could feel it dripping down my thighs. By the way I was shuddering when he finally pulled out, I knew I had cum several times too. Bobby hadn't cum though. Billy stood up and moved to sit on the toolbox, commanding me to stroke his cock while Bobby walked around me. Bobby smacked my ass several times on the way around, commenting about how good I was at sucking his cock. Like a professional, he said. When he rubbed my pussy I figured he was going to fuck where his brother had just cum. Then his fingers moved up to stroke my ass and I knew I was wrong. Fear gripped me; the idea of him shoving his huge tool inside my ass was impossible! I would have jumped up and ran if Billy hadn't grabbed my shoulders and held me in place. I started begging, pleading with them, telling them I would do anything if they would just let me go and not fuck my ass. They just laughed and said that I would learn to love it. Billy was too strong to fight; no matter how hard I twisted or turned he just held on. Just when the fight was leaving me Bobby shoved his huge tool inside my ass. It hurt so badly! I know I screamed and screamed as his massive meat drilled deep inside my tight ass. I could hear him, between screams, moaning how tight and good it was. I knew that this was going to be the worst experience of my life. Somehow Billy seemed to know my thoughts though. He moved his hand down and began rubbing my clit as my ass was reamed, and it made all the difference. His fingers expertly rubbing my clit sent a vibration through me that made my ass, my pussy and my clit feel like one united organism in a way that left me gasping with pleasure. Bobby loved it. He just kept pounding me, calling me his and Billy's personal cock slut. After about ten minutes of being ass-fucked I started to cum big. I mean cum like I had never cum before and my orgasm made him shoot his wad right inside me. I squeezed and wiggled for him, milking his juicy manhood for all it was worth. By the time they drove me home I was theirs totally. I hope to see them again soon, or did before the day I met you." Her eyes met Eric's, the bald lust visible. The cock-whore wanted him more than anything else and her gaze told him that she would do anything to have him. Quickly Eric turned to Beverly and said, "your turn." Part 2: Beverly's Story. (Forthcoming) Hypnotic Melodies Ch. 3 After the impact of Cassandra's story, Eric was certain that Beverly, despite being older than Cassandra, couldn't top it. Eric was finding it difficult maintaining distance, or a diagnostic perspective of his subjects. "Hold on Beverly, let me get something to drink for all of us." The women eagerly restrained themselves; like Pavlov's dogs, they were trained by the music to do as he wanted. Eric took his time driving to the local store, getting a few fifths and packs of pop. He used that time to breathe deeply, to concentrate on relaxing the muscles that threatened to tense to the point of explosion. He would not, must not, use these girls for more than their information, their data. Eric had no clue what a woman in the heat of total desire was capable of. When he entered the room and saw all of his subjects writhing on his bed, their fingers dangling at their thighs, clutching themselves madly to keep from touching their desperate need, he realized that he was torturing them. "We need to stop girls. I don't want to hurt my subjects – I just intended this to be…a way to get information from you all, not hurt you." Eric really was a gentleman, deep down inside. The women responded unanimously; they not only loved the transformation he incited but wanted more. The tease, the temptation of merely being in his presence had them more excited than they ever had in their entire lives; they needed him desperately. Eric, not quite sure how to react, settled for calling Beverly forward to tell her story. As wriggly as an eel in her tight outfit, Beverly scooted forward on the bed and began her tale. In her younger days Beverly had been blessed with an expansive family, a brother, sister, uncle, father, mother and grandparents. Unlike most people though, her family all lived beneath the same roof. "We were rich, my family; we had invested in Microsoft at an early stage and bailed out right before the disputes began boiling up over infringement laws and such. Unfortunately, a newly rich family doesn't quite fit in with the poor, middle class or other rich people at all. They viewed us as having, "new money" as opposed to their old money or as being suddenly snobs. As a result I had to spend more and more time with my younger sibling, Alex. Alex, at the time, was 18 and I was 20. We were both in the prime of our lives, I looked much as I do now…and he, a tall redhead with a body that Greek Gods would drool over was the object of all the girls' affections. Until we became rich, that is. Once the flood of pussy stopped Alex quickly became despondent unless we were doing something to take his mind off of it. We swam, played tennis, you know the usual stuff – we were good to each other. When the folks were out and we had most of the home to ourselves our grandparents would encourage us to do things for each other since they certainly weren't going to serve us. We started doing each other's laundry, making each other's food and other things that, while at first were very strange, quickly became the norm, Until that one, faithful day. I was walking to bring Alex his meal; I recall it clearly, breakfast in bed. It was my turn and I was a bit early when I got to his door. When I arrived, a smile and pajamas on, I heard a strange sound coming from his room. I almost entered to see if something was wrong, but something kept me from doing it; instead I listened closer. I heard moans, soft ones, coming from his room. Strangely, I also heard my name. "Beverly, oh fucking sweet sister, suck my cock – fuck me with your tight virgin pussy!" He was saying. I don't know how he knew I was a virgin, but he must have guessed. I was struck by the way his voice resounded commandingly when he said my name, with the way it made desire boil up inside me like no other previous time in my life. Still I did not enter. I waited until a few minutes after he finished, exploding with a soft cry of pleasure, my name on his lips, to enter the room. I served him breakfast as if nothing had happened and life resumed like normal. It was a week later before something actually happened. We rotated weeks for breakfast duty and since it was his turn, I decided to get him back for what he did to me. It was, after all, a sisterly thing to do. I remember so clearly, lying there in my big, soft bed, only my white silky thong and matching bra on. I recall even the sensation of my fingertips as they brushed my fluffy full labia through the panties, stroking myself into a teased frenzy. My fingers were on my breasts, squeezing them, kneading them, my nipples pinched repeatedly. I was moaning his name when the door opened. I was so close to orgasm that seeing him standing there, a look of desire and shock on his face, didn't faze me. I just came and came and came, calling his name. Alex put the tray down and intercepted me on the bed. He was incredibly horny – I remember the look of near anguish on his face when he held my shoulders down with his hands and pulled his mammoth cock from his boxers. It was already stiff as a brick and his equally sized balls were dangling like two, sweet, fruit beneath it. I was instantly wet again. I felt somehow wrong though and began struggling – trying to get him to release me, pleading with him. We are brother and sister Alex, I said, my voice half filled with desire. He didn't listen, of course. Since my thong was already pulled to the side and stuck there from my juices it was an easy thing for him to push the head of his cock inside my tight, virgin pussy. I was thankful for my riding lessons at that point – if I still had my cherry, I knew, it would hurt like a bitch. Between being thankful, resistant and horny I didn't even realize when my little, but oh so huge, brother shoved his thick tool inside my snatch. Then, without warning, he was forcing me to take him. He was telling me how greedy my snatch, my slutty, incestual cunt was. Inside I loved it – I was gripping him, sucking him inside my body. I recall how full he made me feel, like he was almost ripping me apart with each shove. I recall how much I wanted him. I was soon bucking up against him, arching up to fuck myself on him. To fuck his cock, my brothers cock and loving it; when his balls slapped near my ass I screamed in glee and told him to fuck me harder. Which, he did. It was the horniest I've ever been. My brother and me came together then, his semen rolled down my thighs as he gasped and screamed my name. I screamed his name…. wetting the bed with my need. It was so amazing that we both collapsed atop each other. That was how our parents and uncle found us later that evening. His cock was hard inside me again, even though he was asleep and his seed was oozing out of me when they opened the door. Amazingly it wasn't with surprise or dismay on their faces but interest, even happiness. But yea, that was it, the horniest I've ever been. Afterwards I got really horny, but never as horny as that." Part 4: Sarah's story, forthcoming. Ps - the more feedback I get for these, the faster they will get written.