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It was morning, February 24th, 2021. Golf Ball was sitting on her bed. She giggled like a teenage girl who was sneakily staying up.
She had hoped this would actually work and it will. She knew herself and everything she was capable of enough to be extra confident in this.
In front of her was her laptop that had a few tabs with hypnosis videos and essays just so she could at least try to get it right.
Next to it was her notebook from earlier that she had written some notes down on.
The door to the bathroom in the room began to open. Golf Ball slammed her computer closed.
“Good morning?” Tennis Ball greeted, though a bit concerned.
The smaller girl hugged her notebook in between herself, staring up at him as if he did something wrong.
“Uhh, What are you doing?” Tennis Ball asked.
“Secret!” Golf Ball screeched. She shut her eyes hard.
“Okay…” Tennis Ball mumbled.
He knew that it was probably just either a new experiment or a new invention she was making. But why was she keeping it so secret?
Tennis Ball was more of a respecting boundaries type of person, so he’d rather not ask too many questions.
Golf Ball was the complete opposite. All this sounded like, was an excuse to be nosy and get into people’s faces.
That was just her normal, she was curious about a lot of things. Not only would mind control help her gain some more good attention. She would also be able to find out things about the other contestants on the show.
She waited until Tennis Ball finished getting ready to continue on with her work.
Slowly, she started opening up her computer the moment that door was closed. She laid the book down flat and continued on.
She logged back into her account and went back to her search engine. She scrolled and then found a random website.
The website was purple with blue accents. She scrolled down the website to find something that could be applied neutrally.
Instead, her eyes lit up. F4TF? Her thoughts squeal as her curiosity and happiness made her click on it.
It didn’t play. It instead fixed her to pay $11.50 just to even look at it. She rolled her eyes and gave money to whatever site this was.
The video opened with a disclaimer, “Only listen when you have spare time. Make sure to sit or lay down.” it said in text form.
Oh yeah, she was doing something. This is no time for fun and games, unless that game was The Power of Two. That was the only game she should be thinking about right now.
Golf Ball paused the video and breathed a few times. She grabbed her pen to get her focus back.
“Only for the game…” she mumbled. She hit play.
Another text was put on the screen, she read them. Read them hard. In each order, they said:
[Obedience training] - [Edging] - [No Awakener]
She paused again to write all of them down. Played again. Then the last group of text:
‘A special request for a friend.’ Who’s the friend? Why didn’t they just send it to the friend? All things that could’ve just been ignored by the young-ish nerd.
“Hello, my sweet darling!~”
Oh— that was the video. Very shocking, The vibration heard in the background didn’t help much.
“Today we are going to train you a little bit…” The voice had a small echo effect to it.
“Train your mind a little bit.”
And when it told her to STARE into it, that time…that time…usually she would take small glances at it for notes so that it would affect her…less. Yet she decided that…
“Very good.”
Her eyes locked focus onto it. The black and blue spiral moved slowly, repeatedly, slowly. Slowly it came closer as if she was moving inside of it.
“Now 1, 2, 3 in.” Golf Ball felt her breath. “Hold it, hold it.” She kept in urges to naturally let out her breath. “3, 2, 1 out.” She exhaled, shoulders dropping slightly.
“Good, again.” There was a faint snapping sound. Gb felt her chest rise and fall slowly. As in she felt it happening consciously.
The pen spun in Golf Ball’s hand. Was she actually listening to it or was she actively listening to it? Her breathing felt very, very calculated. But that calculation did not feel in her control.
“Doesn’t that feel nice?” The video voice asked. Gb lightly nodded. “Just do it one last time…”
Golf Ball repeated the action in a slightly harsher or exaggerated way. But even after that one, she still felt like she was manually breathing. Maybe even a bit faster.
“That’s a good girl~” the voice said.
Golf Ball gasped and then hid her face into her notebook. She looked back up into the spiral that spoke to her. Her eyes teared up while it was still calling her a GOOD GIRL.
The word and its associations made room for themselves in her mind. Her legs moved closer to her body. Her breathing spiked up yet she didn’t turn it off. She refused to.
“You just love being an obedient good little girl, right?”
Golf Ball nodded with a soft hum. She wanted to be good, really good. This will make her better, right?
Then the next kind of weird command was said, “Then… I want you to strip down and stroke it.”
Gb, a bit confused, assumed it meant for her to touch herself, the strings were untied on her light blue pants and kicked off.
She slid down slightly onto her back to get really into it. Her feet gripped the sides of her somehow hard penis.
Due to it not being that comfortable, she licked her semi-metallic hand and placed it on top of her not metallic at all dick.
As her hand moved on top of her tip, Golf Ball let out a few soft moans, her legs moving forward slightly for the pleasure of the friction it made.
The audio counted slowly from ten. But by the time Golf Ball started it was already on six.
“Five…four…” the background noise became louder. “Three…two…one…Stop,” which was said with a snap after it. “hands off.”
She stopped. Her hand let go of the tip but her feet still remained on her shaft. Her breath growing heavier with impatience yet willing to still play the ‘edging game’.
“Just let it simmer down…” She simmered down with it, letting out a more scratchy moan after another snap.
“Good girl, continue.” Another snap, another round of the self-satisfactory footjob.
The grip around her hard dripping cock was tighter. Her non-working appendages rested on the sheet of her bed.
Her moans, though still breathy, were faster and more repetitive. She spammed the word “please…” in some of her moans.
And then the video told her to STOP again. She pathetically whined while listening to it anyway.
“Pause for a moment,” the person speaking the audio started, “Doesn’t it feel so good to be nothing but mindless, obedient slut?”
Golf Ball stirred. She didn’t think of herself as a slut. Sluts usually had actual sex, usually with too many people.
She had sex the normal amount. A couple times, with a friend because she wanted to know what it felt like.
And mindless? She wasn’t mindless like the rest of the fools on this show.
To her, she wasn’t mindless nor a slut. Yet her body said yes to the question.
“You love being a mindless slut, don’t you?”
Golf Ball mounted the word “Yes…” with a harsh sigh.
“You like being a fucking slut, and a good little slut like you will listen well.”
The screen flashed lightly, words flashed onto the screen. Repeating, repeating, repeated themselves.
She was excited to be a desperately HORNY little SLUT who OBEYed every little thing she was told to.
“You should be getting the hang of this now…go on,” the video said, “continue.”
Golf Ball immediately went faster. Drool dripped down to her chin as she started moaning just random things. “Mhmm~ I’m such a good girl!~” she moaned.
Her eyes rolled up to the back of her for a few seconds, always going back down to look at it.
Saying those things, calling her a GOOD GIRL again. She enjoyed it as if nobody praised her in a long, long time.
Her hard pulsing cock twitched in between the soles of her feet while she masturbated obediently.
“I-I’m a good girl!!!~” she screamed right before cumming her brains out. She moaned sharp screams as she did. Her eyes rolled up again with small flutters in between.
Her cries settled down as her trance-induced orgasm finished itself. Her eyes immediately go back to the screen.
“Good girl…” said to her again. The feeling was somehow better this time. She folded her legs against her body, hiding her own moan. “Now sleep!” Another snap leading to her—
And then Golf Ball woke up a while later. Let’s say a bit confused and dazed. What did she do?
The video she was studying was over. She opened her book to see what she wrote down. Shit—nothing…
She sat up and quit the browser she was using. She was going to have to go off this. The notes she made from the YouTube videos and essays she copied. Not like that video did anything for her anyway!
She checked the time— 11PM. It would be too late to start anything now. Instead, she decided to silently cry for about an hour.
It would have been February 28th 2021. Almost the start of a new month. Gb decided that she was ready to try out everything she learned.
Picking a first subject for her experiment would require some very specific planning. According to her notes, she said:
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I shouldn’t go for anyone on my team right now. They will be my final result. For now I have a few people I could use it on without any suspicion of me.
Everyone else, though I could do it to them normally, I would have six people on my back and seven others yelling at people that I’m trying to turn them (the other contestants) into puppets immediately. These are my safe bets. |
She closed her book and walked around the hotel for a bit. Her mouth vibrated with different tones that she forced on it.
A group, Team8s, four of them at least, were on the floor playing some kind of game. She watched them for a little bit.
“Is sears a word?” Barf Bag asked.
“I mean if it’s in the dictionary,” Gaty replied.
“Gaty, stop cheating!” Donut yelled.
“I’m not cheating, I’m checking,” Gaty explained.
Barf Bag placed her letters down on the board. “Wow! I’m so lucky today!” She said.
Donut checked her off for four points. Saw sipped from her large water bottle. Everyone else sat in silence. This was the part where Saw should be figuring out a word. Gaty tapped her shoulder.
“I’m getting to it!” Saw shouted. “What did Barf Bag put?”
“Sears,” Barf Bag answered.
“Rears,” Saw said.
“We are playing scrabble,” Donut said.
“Oh, uhh…”
“Guys, guys,” Coiny yelled, “guess what we found!”
“Guess what I found,” Pin pointed to herself, “I only showed it to you,” She scoffed.
Needle stepped in front of them, “Nuh-uh, do not say anything,”
“Hey Pin, can you come up with a word?” Saw asked.
“There are letters in front of you.”
“Ah—”
Room silence again.
Coiny had started to speak, “So…guess what we found a few days ago…”
“Do not show them the—!”
Coiny put the box down near his teammates.
“—God damn it, Coiny!” Needle shouted.
“Cool box right?” Coiny asked.
“What’s in it?” Gaty asked, “Hopefully an idea for Saw…” she muttered.
“I’m working on it!” Saw looked at her available letters. Z, H, R, V, P, Q, S, and A. Aka, nothing that can make a word. “Shit ummm…”
Coiny opened the box. The jewelry was shown to the others.
“Okay this is a waste of our time.”
And Golf Ball also thought that was a waste of her time. She thought Team8s was too mature to be a first test subject and decided to wait another day.
A few members of Just Not, a different team, were talking with each other. One of them, a girl, small in height, named Naily, was jumping rope.
This fascinated her teammates/friends on how she did this that fast without arms. How did she manage to lift it up and then jump over it in a quick enough time to not fail?
“Woww!” Nickel said, “Can you teach me that?” He asked.
“Sure!” Naily replied.
Nickel ran over to her standing a bit next to her. She moved her foot in a way for him to distance herself as she did the trick another time.
“So basically, it’s really about the speed of it all,” Naily said. She puts it behind Nickel.
Nickel picked it up and threw it over him. It fell down. He tried it again.
“You’re not supposed to do it after it falls.” Naily laughed.
“I know that!” Nickel said frustrated and tried again. “How are you doing it?” He gave it back to her.
“Okay, watch me carefully…” Naily jumped the rope a few times again.
“Can’t really watch carefully if you keep going so fast!” Nickel shouted.
“Yeah, that’s okay, you’ll get it eventually.” Naily then asked, “You want me to get your own?”
“Sure!” Nickel said. The two ran away.
Bomby sat on the bench with his small collection of bananas he had collected. He saw that someone else joined him at the bench-table.
“God damn it!” The person yelled, stomping their foot on the ground.
“Oh, hey Gb!”
Naily and Nickel came back, Nickel having a rope of his own. While they waited, Bomby talked to Book for a little bit.
“Okay, now,” Naily started, “watch me again.” She started jumping her rope.
“Oh, you really are telling the truth,” Book said, “How does she do it?”
“Toss it in the air and jump over it.”
“You weren’t a part of the conversation,” Book said.
“Let her stay, Bomby defended the other one in a casual tone, “sometimes she’s entertaining.”
“Sometimes…” Book paused, “whatever sure.”
Nickel managed to actually figure out how to do the thing, though a bit slower.
“Nickel, may I borrow you for a bit?” Golf Ball asked.
“Huh?” Nickel turned slightly to look at her.
“Yeah, sure!” Nickel placed the rope down and walked behind her.
The group sat in silence, except for Naily, who stood. “Well what was the point in that?”
“Guys!” Cake yelled. Price Tag ran up next to him.
Golf Ball closed the door behind her. Nickel immediately jumped on top of one of the beds, Tennis Ball’s bed.
“I suggest you don’t do that…” Golf Ball said, “sit on the floor.”
“Huh, why not?” Nickel asked. He got off.
“Other people’s property.”
“Oh, okay!” He moved and got onto the other bed in the room.
Golf Ball’s eyes widened “Do not!” She yelled.
“You’re in here though,” Nickel explained, still sitting on it.
“Well maybe…I just don’t want anyone on my bed.”
“Why?” Nickel asked. “Did you pee on it or something?” He felt on it lightly.
Golf Ball, clearly flustered, yelled “No!” defensively.
“I’m uncomfortable, I'm sitting down,” Nickel said as he sat down on the floor, finally getting to what Gb wanted.
Golf Ball sat down in front of him. She sighed. “Breathe in a few times.” She placed a hand on his chest,
Nickel chuckled, “This feels weirdly intimate…” he said.
“Yeah, it really is…” Golf Ball replied, “Breathe in.”
Nickel did so, but he started feeling kind of anxious or fearful for what could happen to him.
“Good boy,” Golf Ball muttered, “and out.”
Nickel breathed out, still unsure of Gb’s intentions, but he thought they were weird.
Golf Ball felt like she accomplished something. “Good boy…do it again.”