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Chapter 1:
Stolen Glances
Enid had never been good with eye contact. It had always freaked her out, always, ever since she was a very small child. As a toddler she would refuse to talk to someone unless she had her back to them. It used to drive her parents mad. She'd spent most of her formative years staring out of windows, or up at clocks, or re-reading the same few posters over and over again. Teachers would yell at her for daydreaming, but she was paying attention as best she could. She just couldn't risk facing forward.
And if she did happen to catch someone's gaze, she would completely lose it. Screaming, violent, uncontrollable panic attacks. Right in the middle of class. No-one knew what to do with her. Childhood psychologists were stumped. In all other ways she was a very normal kid: happy, sociable and carefree. Some would say a little too carefree. But even a millisecond of accidental eye contact and it would all just vanish.
She'd gotten a lot better as an adult. She'd been to therapy for it and, though she'd hated every session, she'd worked her way up to almost a full second of contact. She'd learnt how to avoid the eyes whilst still looking at someone's face: watching their mouth, or their nose, or the ridge of their brow. And even if she was having a bad time with it, most people didn't really mind. There was much more awareness of the phobia. A few crusty boomers still got pissy about it, but no-one else seemed to care. It really felt like she might one day work past this. That was until she met Wednesday.
It wasn't that Wednesday demanded eye contact. She wasn't the type of person to enforce arbitrary social norms. In fact, she seemed to care the least of anyone at the school. That wasn't the problem. The problem was that Wednesday Addams had an infamously piercing gaze. She seemed to suffer from the opposite problem as Enid; she would keep her eyes locked on yours, at all times, even when it was wildly inappropriate. Made worse by her uncanny ability to go minutes without blinking. Even her most neurotypical classmates would flinch away from her after a while. They all agreed that it was unnerving; to Enid, it was day-ruining.
None of her coping mechanisms worked with Wednesday. She tried to focus on the nose and lips, but she could always feel those fierce black dots fixed on hers. Even when she turned her head, peering out the window, she could still feel it. If Wednesday couldn't look at your eyes, then she would stare at the sockets of your skull. Positioning her gaze in a such way that, when Enid's pupils nervously flicked towards her, there would always be a split-second of direct eye contact. It was torture. Eventually Enid was forced to return to her oldest trick, and had to shamefully face the wall whenever Wednesday was around. It finally became too much for her. She had to say something.
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"Umm, Wednesday, can I ask you something?"
"I don't know, can you?"
Enid groaned. She didn't need to look at Wednesday to know she was smirking.
"Ugh, fine, asshole. May I ask you something?"
"You may."
Enid took a breath. She'd been dreading this conversation. Years of therapy had eventually convinced her that there was nothing embarrassing about it, but she still felt awkward. This stuff was so deeply intertwined with her early adolescence that it made her feel childish to talk about.
"You know I, like, really struggle with, uh, eye contact, right?"
"Yes."
"I was just wondering if, um, maybe you could try, like, not staring at me so much..?"
There was a pause. Enid could only guess at Wednesday's reaction. After a few more seconds of silence, she began to backtrack.
"Sorry, that was a really weird thing to say, I'm sorry, it's just-"
"It's okay, Enid. I understand.
But I'm not sure I can grant such a request."
"Oh..."
Enid didn't know what to say. It was so hard to have a conversation like this without seeing the other person's face. Especially when it came to Wednesday, since her monotone voice gave such little away.
"That's like, totally okay, don't worry."
"It's not that I don't want to,
I just don't know if I can."
Another pause, but Enid could sense that Wednesday had more to say. She gave her a few moments to choose her words.
"I don't stare at people on purpose.
It's not something I can control.
It just happens. I don't know why.
It's been like this ever since I was an infant."
Enid was instantly hit by a wave of relief. She felt she understood very little about Wednesday Addams, but this was one thing she could absolutely empathise with. She could have said that exact sentence about her own trouble with eye contact. Not something she could control. Something that just happened. Something she wanted to change about herself, but simply couldn't. It felt so comforting to hear someone else express the same thing.
"I get it, Weds. I really get it."
She heard Wednesday standing up behind her, and the creak of floorboard as she walked. Enid finally felt safe to turn around. Wednesday was back on her side of the room, sitting at her desk and preparing to write. She was looking down at her notepad as she spoke.
"You don't have to look at me when we talk.
I don't care if you face the wall.
It doesn't bother me."
Enid smiled, shutting her eyes and collapsing back into bed.
"Thanks, Wednesday.
That means a lot."
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And so, for the next few weeks, they reached a compromise. Enid would stare at the wall, or the ceiling, or simply shut her eyes, and Wednesday would stare at Enid. The system worked surprisingly well. It felt like she could finally relax. She didn't have to fake it anymore. She didn't have to distract herself with noses or brow-bumps. She could just close her eyes and talk. Enid grew to enjoy these moments quite a bit, especially after a long day of classes.
And it endeared her to Wednesday quite a bit, too. They were so different, and yet they both struggled with this hyper-specific issue. It made Wednesday feel like an actual human being, and not the emotionless badass she pretended to be. Enid found herself spending more and more time in their room, laying together with all the lights off, happily chatting without ever exchanging so much as a glance. It was lovely, but it wouldn't last. Enid would ruin everything by the end of the month.
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It started, as most of their problems did, with an argument over chores.
"Enid. Get up."
It was a beautiful morning in late August, and Enid was fast asleep. She'd been up until 3am, trying to make the most of the fading summer nights, wine-drunk and dancing amongst the cicadas. Now she was catastrophically hungover, and determined to spend the rest of the day in the bed.
"Wake up. Now."
There was a shadow looming over her bed. Enid tried to ignore it.
"Nghhh."
"Enid. Up."
"Fuck offfffff... It's too earlyyyy..."
"It's 11am."
"It's Saturdayyyy..."
"Exactly. It's Saturday. And it's your turn to do the laundry."
Enid rolled over onto her side, facing the wall. She tried to go back to sleep, but the shadow didn't move. She grumbled and yawned, refusing to budge, until she felt a slender hand grip her shoulder.
"Up. Now."
Wednesday successfully got her to turn over, but she would not succeed in waking her up. Enid shut her eyes tight, trying to wriggle her way out of her grasp. Wednesday wasn't giving up, now grabbing both shoulders and forcibly sitting her up, tearing off the covers. The sunlight hit her eyelids, but she stubbornly refused to open them.
"Open your eyes."
Enid pouted, shaking her head.
"Enid."
She kept them squeezed shut for a few more seconds, before finally relenting. Her lids crept open, and she found herself staring directly into Wednesday's eyes.
"See? That wasn't so hard, was it?"
Wednesday's voice washed past her completely. It took a few moments for Enid to realise what was going on, still sleepy and a bit drunk, and by then it was too late. Fear jolted her awake, and her whole body froze. She tried to look away, but she couldn't. Something was wrong. Her eyes were stuck.
"Now, you need to go down before all the machines are taken."
Words failed to reach her. Shock became terror. She couldn't move her head, or her neck, or any part of herself. She tried to shut her eyes, but she couldn't even do that. Her gaze was locked in place; and those horrible pupils were staring right back at her. She could tell that Wednesday was talking, she could see lips moving in the blurry edges of vision, but she couldn't understand any of it. There was no sound at all. Nothing. Not even the hum of cicadas outside. Like she'd been plunged underwater. Sucked into space. Enid tried to scream but, if she managed to make any sound at all, she couldn't hear it.
Every hair on her body, every goosebump she had, stood rigid and trembling. She tensed each of her muscles, desperate to find even one tendon that could still do its job, but no amount of effort could break the paralysis. Her skin felt hot. It became to hard to breathe. She couldn't get enough air into her lungs. Her mind was racing, intrusive thoughts tearing through her like galloping horses. And then, in an instant, everything began to slow down. Like someone had pressed the 'emergency stop' button in her brain, and all her machinery was grinding to a halt. The techno thump of her heart began to lose its tempo. She gave up on trying to move, and all her muscles relaxed at once. Fire still burned inside her, but it was cooled by an uneasy gush of serotonin.
There was nothing left to do but gaze into Wednesday's eyes. She'd been so panicked that, even though she was staring right at them, she hadn't really seen them until now. She'd always thought they were entirely black, but sunshine revealed them as a very dark brown. Like coffee without milk. At the very edge of the iris she could make out a faint spiderweb of golden streaks. Jagged and sharp, radiating inward, like cracks in a broken mirror. And, in the very centre, a perfect circle of ink. If she looked closely — and all she could do was look closely — she could watch them dilate. Ebbing and flowing, waxing and waning, less than a millimetre at a time. Such a tiny motion, and yet for Enid it seemed to encompass the whole world.
"Enid, are you listening to me?"
They were beautiful. There was no other word them. They were supremely, terrifyingly beautiful. Dangerous. The rim of charred umber lulled her into a trance, but the pupils finished the job. Blacker than black. Like peering down into the mouth of a cave; a chasm so deep that no sunlight would ever reach the bottom. Darkness that seemed to draw her in. Daring her to jump.
"Enid? Hello?"
Everything began to disappear. The sun extinguished, and the walls began to crumble. It all became dust and blew away. The sound, the light, the oxygen; dwindling into nothing. Even Wednesday started to melt. Her lips, her nose, her brow. All gone.
"Enid."
Only her eyes remained. Only her eyes. But that was okay. That was all Enid needed. She wasn't anxious anymore. It felt like she would never be anxious again. How could she worry when she felt this good? She wanted to stay here. All she wanted to do, from now until the end of time, was to stare into this darkness. Let it fill her completely. Falling forever, and ever, and ever, and
"Enid!"
Something grabbed her from the void.
"Enid!!"
The world came flooding back to her, like icewater pouring directly into her skull. The room span violently back into focus, and so did Wednesday. She was shaking Enid by the shoulders, fingernails pressing deep into the skin. Sound was the last thing to return. Ten trillion cicadas buzzing in her ear canal. Wednesday shouted once more, and Enid got an instant headache.
"ENID!!"
"Wh... What..? What?"
There was terrible concern on Wednesday's face.
"Enid. Listen to me very carefully.
I think you're having a stroke."
Enid blinked rapidly.
"What..? What??? N-no, no! I'm-!"
She tried to get up, but her limbs felt weak and heavy. Her eyes flicked back down toward Wednesday's, trying to peer into the dark once more, but she couldn't. For the first time in her life she actually wanted to make eye contact with someone, and she couldn't do it. Whatever had come over her, it was gone now.
"Enid. I want you to try and raise your arms above your head, okay?"
Enid lashed out. She didn't want to, but she did.
"J-Jesus, Wednesday! Relax! I'm not having a fucking stroke!"
"Enid. You were drooling."
"What? No I-"
She felt it. Saliva dripping down her chin. She quickly grabbed the blanket and tried to wipe her mouth, only to realise that her hands were trembling uncontrollably. What the hell was happening to her?
"Raise your arms above your head."
She did as she was asked. There was a tiny part of her that worried she really might be having a stroke. It took some effort, but her arms were raised as high as they could go. The dissociation started to wear off, and she slowly regained her faculties. She tried to create a timeline in her brain of what just happened. She'd woken up, hungover, accidentally looked into Wednesday's eyes, and then what? Something about a void? The more lucid she became, the less she could remember.
"Enid. I need you to try and stand up."
"Wednesday, I'm fine."
"Prove it. Stand up."
Her legs were still shaky, and she needed to hold Wednesday's shoulders as she got up, but eventually she managed to stand. She let go and stood, unsupported, for a few weary seconds.
"See? I'm alright. Jeez."
Wednesday waited a couple more seconds, staring up at Enid's face, before finally giving in.
"Fine. You're not in any immediate danger.
But I really think you should-"
For once, Wednesday was the one to break eye contact. Her eyes shot downwards and stayed there. Enid nervously followed her gaze. She didn't see anything at first. It took her a couple of seconds to realise what Wednesday was looking at: the tight, throbbing bulge in Enid's pajamas.
"FUCK!!"
Enid fell back down onto the bed, scrambling under the covers. She rapidly bunched as much of the duvet between her legs as she could, as if that would somehow distract from what they both saw. Her brain, already scattered at the best of times, was an utter mess. She spurted out any excuse that she could think of.
"Fuck, I'm so sorry! I'm sorry! It's-! This just-! It's really early in the morning, and I just woke up, and I'm still a little bit drunk, and I must have-"
Wednesday seemed to be in a trance of her own. Her eyes didn't return to Enid's face, still fixated on her crotch for another few moments, before she blinked twice and snapped out of it. She got up and, without giving Enid another look, started scooping up clothes from the hamper.
"I'll go put on that laundry."
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Enid had never been so embarrassed in all her life. She spent the rest of the day in bed, like she'd planned, but it was not the relaxed lie-in she'd hoped for. Her whole body was completely rigid. She was freezing; the midday warmth somehow missed her completely. Wednesday never returned from the laundry room, probably traumatised by the whole thing. Enid had no idea what to do. She wanted to apologise, but she still didn't know what even happened. How long had she been staring at her? How long had she been drooling like an idiot? Long enough that it had freaked Wednesday out, clearly. This was terrible. How could they go back to chatting after all that?
And the worst part was that her erection refused go down. She was so hard that it hurt. An hour of guilt and shame, worried she'd just upset a dear friend, and she was still rock solid. What was wrong with her? She'd hated that experience! It was awful! She'd had countless nightmares about that exact scenario! But whenever she cast her mind back to that void, back to those eyes, she would get painfully stiff all over again. The cycle repeated itself all day. She refused to masturbate, even though she knew that was the only way to get rid of it. And so she lay in bed for hours, trying to rationalise the whole ordeal, her cock aching like an old wound.
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Wednesday did not have the negative reaction that Enid had feared. If she'd been made uncomfortable by the ordeal, she seemed perfectly fine not to dwell on it. Enid tried to follow her lead and forget about the whole thing, but she couldn't. How could she move on from that? It made her feel like a fraud. Like she'd been faking her illness this entire time. Her deepest fear in the whole world, the fear that had almost ruined her life, and it gave her a fucking boner!? All those expensive therapy sessions, all those panic attacks, all the years of trauma she'd endured: was all of it leading some pathetic teenage hard-on? It was disgusting. Not only had she violated Wednesday; she now felt like she'd violated herself.
Enid began to wish that Wednesday would say something. Tease her. Reprimand her. Shout at her. Maybe that would give her closure. But the days crept by, and there was no mention of that morning at all. There was certainly no way Enid could bring it up herself. All she could do was hope that the memory would fade, but it didn't. Those eyes were forever scorched into her psyche, like two cigarette burns on her cerebrum. Whenever she saw Wednesday now, even just a passing glance, she would instantly think about it. And her dick would twitch eagerly in response. It made her want to throw up.
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With no help from Wednesday, and her brain refusing to co-operate, she turned to Google. She didn't really know what she was looking for, so she started with something simple: 'fear of eye contact'. Plenty of resources for dealing with the phobia, most of which she'd read before, but none mentioned random erections as a potential side effect. She tried adding few more words; 'eye contact paralysis' gave her nothing useful; 'eye contact memory loss' gave her listicles about dementia; 'eye contact trance' gave her a bunch of EDM. Finally, after opening an incognito tab, she reluctantly typed the words 'eye contact boner'. Nothing. Some blogs about the transformative power of missionary sex were the best she could find. And so, in her desperation, she made a terrible mistake. The worst mistake one can ever make when browsing the internet. She decided to check Reddit.
She started with the scientific name, visiting r/Ommetaphobia, but that was useless. It had exactly 13 users, none of them were active, and the latest post was from 5 years ago. There was no r/FearOfEyes or anything similar. So she widened her net and simply typed 'eye contact' into the search bar. She naïvely assumed that the top result would be a subreddit dealing with the phobia. Maybe r/SocialAnxiety would be first. But, as soon as she tapped the little search icon, she was flashbang'd by a million staring women. She swore out loud and quickly tilted her phone away from her, wondering how she could be so stupid. What on earth did she think was going to happen? She felt extremely silly and went to close the app, but she noticed something strange. Every result, every single one of them, was tagged as 'NSFW'. She read through the names, blocking the thumbnails with her hand.
r/EyeContactHypno
r/HypnoticEyes
r/HentaiEyeContact
r/EroticHypnosis
r/LookAtMe
r/HypnoSluts
r/SissyEyeContact
r/HypnoLovers
r/BrainDrain
r/HypnoAddicts
r/MindBreak
r/Brainwashed
r/HypnoERP
r/EyeContactSluts
r/SexyEyes
And the list went on. It took many, many swipes to reach even a single SFW result, and that was followed by another twenty fetish groups. Enid's first response was confusion. This whole thing was new to her. Her only previous exposure to hypnosis had been through cheesy TV shows. It seemed like something that could only ever exist in a cartoon. The girls from Totally Spies could get hypnotised, sure, but a real person? It wasn't actually possible, was it? Maybe a stage magician could convince someone to cluck like a chicken, but that would be pretty easy to fake. And she was pretty sure these guys weren't interested in clucking like chickens... So what were all these people doing? Were they all just pretending? Was this some elaborate form of collective roleplay?
Enid slowly removed her hand, uncovering the sea of eyes. It was a little easier to deal with on a phone screen, but it still made her anxious. She was surprised by just how many members these groups had. All of them in the tens of thousands. r/EroticHypnosis had nearly three million. She tapped onto that one, free hand ready to block the screen if needed. The first post she saw was a young woman supposedly being hypnotised by a moustachio'd man in suspenders and slacks. He was swinging a pendulum back and forth, trying his hardest to sound sexy and dangerous. Enid laughed; it really was like the cartoons. She began to scroll away, but something happened.
The woman's eyes, previously sharp and lucid, suddenly glazed. Her posture immediately changed and she slumped back in her seat. Her mouth hung agape, and saliva began to drip from the corners. If it was all just acting, then this girl was very talented. She scrolled some more. There were hundreds of videos just like that one. It wasn't just limited to pretty women; she watched as a big beefcake of a man was turned into a babbling idiot by the careful words of a young enby. It was a fascinating, but still a little silly. Enid couldn't shake the Scooby Doo-ness of it all. A thought flashed through her mind: "Who could possibly get off on this stuff?". And then, with perfect comedic timing, her dick began to harden.
It wasn't the raging, unrelenting boner from before, but there was a definite firmness between her legs. Watching other people being entranced didn't seem to do anything for her, but it did remind her of that hazy summer morning. The blank stares, the inability to move, the drool. Was that how she'd looked when she'd stared into Wednesday's eyes? Had she really been that helpless? She'd thought it was impossible to completely lose control like some of these people, but that was exactly what happened to her, wasn't it? Had... had Wednesday Addams hypnotised her..? Not on purpose, surely. She wouldn't have said all that stuff about the stroke otherwise. But that weird paralysis, that sense of eternal falling, was that the same thing these slobbering young women were feeling?
A strange cocktail of emotions began to spill through Enid's mind: 1 part curiosity, 1 part lust, and 10 parts dread. If this was the same thing she'd experienced, then she definitely shouldn't try to induce it again. The middle part had been pleasant, but the beginning and end had been awful. She'd woken up in a cold sweat for days afterwards, terrified that she wouldn't be able to move. She did not want to go through that again. But lust was a powerful spirit, and that single shot was enough to overwhelm the rest of the drink. She nervously looked around the room. Wednesday wouldn't be back for a few hours, and it was late enough that no-one else would be knocking at their door. Enid grabbed her airpods and turned off the lamp, hiding herself under the covers.
Sprinkled amongst the clips of entranced submissives were videos designed to hypnotise the viewer. She clicked on one at random; a looping pink spiral that promised to make her 'drop deeper than ever before'. It didn't work. Mildly relaxing at best. She tapped a few more. Crude animations of pocket watches. A nasally geek trying to convince her that his mid-sized cock was the only thing on her mind (it wasn't). And a dozen compilations that were just stolen clips of hardcore porn, poorly edited so the words 'YOU ARE A SLUT' would flash every half-second. Those ones just hurt to look at. Enid felt her cock begin to soften, and she was about to give up when something caught her attention.
'Look Into My Eyes', posted by u/WindowToTheSoul. It didn't have any of the usual gooner buzzwords, just an uncaptioned video. In the thumbnail was an androgynous figure with slate-blue eyes, staring directly at the camera. Enid reflexively looked away, but slowly her gaze crept back to the screen. She forced herself to press play, and the video automatically fullscreened. It was a very tight shot, and the eyes took up the entire phone. Enid could only manage quick glances, but they really were quite mesmerising. A unique color. Almost grey. Like the ocean on an overcast day. They started talking in a deep, gentle voice. Enid tried to pay attention, but her gaze kept flicking back and forth between the phone and the ceiling. A lifetime of coping mechanisms were trying their absolute hardest to prevent any sustained contact. She had an idea. She squeezed her eyes shut, held the phone directly above her face, and slowly opened.
There it was. The same whole-body freeze. The same goosebumps. The same loss of breath. And, much much quicker this time, the same rush of endorphins. Relaxation that spread to her entire body. Everywhere except her cock, which was more excited than ever. The voice spoke of melting, falling, descending, but Enid wasn't listening. She was focused entirely on the eyes, just like before. Underneath that dull blue were warm currents of green and yellow, drifting beneath the surface, all of it flowing towards the dark sinkhole in the middle. But it wasn't quite as dark as before. More of a matte charcoal than the glossy pitch of Wednesday's pupils. She caught a few more words: '...take your index finger and run it slowly across the tip...'. She went to follow along, only to realise she already was. She'd been masturbating this entire time, and she'd only just noticed. Without her brain even comprehending what was said, her hands had obeyed every instruction given. Now that was hot.
Her hands gradually sped up, following an unheard rhythm, and prickling heat began to rise through her body. Her hips raised up into the air. She wasn't sure if that had been another command or not, and that uncertainty was what tipped her over the edge. The feeling of being controlled, of losing her autonomy, it was exhilarating. She came, hard, shooting her load directly into the duvet. She let her phone fall onto her panting chest. She didn't feel gross and weird like before. The room wasn't spinning, and there was no instant migraine this time. Reality didn't come as a flood but a gentle tide, lapping at her the edges of her brain. Like being softly awoken from a wonderful dream. She felt really, really, really good. But it wasn't enough.
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As she lay in her mess, catching her breath, the afterglow started to dim a little. She'd wanted to go deeper. She'd wanted to return that wonderful unexistence, that endless void, but she couldn't reach it. She decided to just go to sleep, already exhausted and still slightly tranced, but that feeling would haunt her. It was the first thing she thought about when she woke up. She thought about it all through her morning classes. The blissful acceptance faded, and she felt guilty about it all over again. Especially when she found herself avoiding the eye contact of her classmates once more. She'd just stared into the pupils of a random Redditor for whole minutes, and now she couldn't stand even a split second. She felt especially awkward around Wednesday. It was bad enough when that fateful erection was still a mystery, but now that she knew the cause...
Enid hadn't seen her at all that morning. She rarely did, as Wednesday got up at 6am without fail. Enid tried to wake up around 8 or 9, very much with fail. So it was late in the evening when they finally saw eachother. More accurately, it was Wednesday that saw her. Enid was too embarrassed to even look at Wednesday right now. Their conversation was short and impersonal. Wednesday only stayed for a few minutes, picking up her typewriter and heading to the library. Enid felt even worse, because there was a part of her that was relieved. She'd been desperate to touch herself all day. As soon as the door was shut, Enid grabbed her phone and went straight back to Reddit.
And so began a cycle of depravity that lasted two whole months. Enid would spend all day waiting for it. Staring into the eyes of internet strangers was the highlight of her evenings. And it was always just that. No pendulums, no spirals, no flashing lights. She couldn't get into any of that stuff. It was only eyes that could make her drop. It didn't even have to be porn; she found herself jerking off to completely SFW videos on YouTube. Random ASMR women just trying to cut her hair or clean her ears, all whilst she masturbated furiously. As long a pretty girl was staring directly at her, she would cum. That was all it took.
At first she stuck to the more vanilla, more mainstream hypnosis. Pretty young women gently encouraging her to stroke her cock. But soon that wasn't enough. She started clicking on the weirder ones. Crueller ones. Designed to humiliate her. Turning her into a bimbo. Into a plastic doll. Into a dog. She came so many times that her duvet began to develop a filthy crust, too mindless to use a tissue. But, after every single orgasm, she found herself wanting more. It was impossible to completely let go when she had to hold up her phone and keep her wrist moving. No matter how deep she dropped, it always felt shallow compared to the first time. And the eyes of these women, though undeniably pretty, paled in comparison to Wednesday's.
As the obsession continued, she found herself searching out a specific colour of iris. There were many dark-eyed hypnotists, but none of them were as dark as she needed. One particularly desperate night, she even tried to find any old pictures Wednesday on her phone. There were very few to choose from, and none of them had eye contact. Her lowest moment came when, scouring Facebook, she found an old class photo. Thirty students sitting in three neat rows, all smiling at the camera. Except for one. Enid zoomed in as far as she could, trying her hardest to jack off to the five blurry pixels that approximated Wednesday's eyes. The most pathetic part was that it actually worked; after an hour of frantic stroking, Enid came so hard that she involuntarily threw her phone up in the air, dropping it directly onto her face. She felt truly disgusting after that. This had gone on too long. She swore she would stop.
But she didn't. Of course she didn't. She couldn't. She kept hypnotising herself, multiple times a day if she could, until her brain and cock ached in sync. But her trances were getting shallower every time. No matter how hard she tried to focus, she couldn't get into it like she used to. She wasn't paralyzed anymore. Although she still struggled in real life, she'd built up a tolerance for eye contact when it came to pornstars. It didn't make her nervous anymore. She needed a new fix. And it was obvious what she had to do next. The answer was, quite literally, staring her in the face.
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"Enid. What are you doing?"
Enid shifted nervously in place, bare feet against the floorboards. Even at the height of her obssesion she'd stuck firmly to her previous rituals; turning to the wall whenever her roommate entered. But today was different, and she tried her hardest to break the habit. Her eyes were still awkwardly focused on the forehead, but her body was facing Wednesday.
"Um, uh, what do you mean..?"
"Why are you looking at me?"
Enid tried to laugh it off casually, but it came out as mad cackle.
"Hahahaha! I just am, silly! Hahahaha!
What, am I not allowed to look at you?
Hahaha! You're so silly, Weds! Silly silly silly!"
Wednesday's face didn't move.
"Whatever."
She got up to leave, but not before Enid flicked her gaze downward. Their eyes met, and she instantly felt it. The rush. The tingle in her chest. The involuntary twitch of every muscle in her body. No wonder she'd grown bored of all those online hypno-dommes. None of them stood a chance. Nothing could compare to this.
"Ffffuuuccckkkkkk..."
"What?"
Enid had to force herself awake, blinking hard.
"Ahh, um, nothing!"
Wednesday studied her face for a few moments.
"Hmm."
Wednesday grabbed her book and left the room, and Enid collapsed in a heap on the floor.
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This was a very dangerous game. Enid knew she should stop. She already knew exactly how this ended, because there was only one way it possibly could. She swore again that this would be the last of it, but she couldn't even make it to the end of the day. Her eyes were back on Wednesday's at every chance she got. She tried to justify it to herself. It wasn't like she was peeping on her in the shower, or sniffing through her underwear drawer. All she was doing was looking her friend in the eye. Totally normal thing to do. Billions of people did that every single day. It didn't matter that she got hard as stone every time she did. It didn't matter that she would immediately go jerk off to the memory. Wednesday would never find out anyway. It was fine. Everything was fine.
For the first few days she would wait until Wednesday was talking, giving herself a chance to snap out of it before she dropped. It was only for a split second anyway. It probably just looked like a tiny lapse in concentration, a brief unfocusing of the eyes, and nothing more. But she was getting greedy. She'd been microdosing hypnosis for so long that she could no longer control herself. She would accidentally look down whilst speaking and completely lose all focus. She blamed it on ADHD, but that excuse would only work so many times. Then one afternoon, in the middle of a rambling conversation, she made her biggest slip up yet.
"...so Kim Min-ji is in love with Kang Yu-na, right, but there's this other girl, Hye-ra, and she's into Yu-na, sort of, it's complicated, but anyway she-"
Enid stole a careless glance down towards Wednesday, and the room vanished. No dissolving walls. No fading light. Instant darkness. Fuck. This was bad. She was deep. Very deep. And only sinking deeper. She tried to snap out of it, like she'd done dozen of times before, but she couldn't. She began to panic, but that made things worse. Enid had realised, after months of hypnosis, that panic was best part. The dreamy trance was nice, but it was those moments of animalistic terror that made her dick throb. Fear was the thing that kept dragging her back.
"Sshhheeuuuhhhhhh..."
Time slowed to a crawl. Impossible to know how much of it had passed. It could have been a split-second, but it could have been so much longer. Her brain was rapidly liquefying, draining out of her head and spilling into the void. She needed to look away, now, but she couldn't. She couldn't do anything but stare into those eyes. At the white marble of her sclera. At the sweet molasses of her iris. At the abyssal black of her pupils. And as she gazed into that blackness, as she peered into that starless night, it finally happened. She gave in. Let go. Lost the will to fight. How could she fight this? How could she struggle against something so wonderful? And so she fell, happily, into the void.
"...ggggghhhhhhuuuuuaaaaaa..."
Down, down, down. No resistance. Not anymore. Tumbling like a ragdoll into that bottomless expanse. Falling, falling, falling. Gravity, so much heavier now, pulling her deeper. And it was gravity that would finally wake her up. As her mind dropped, so did her body. Her legs gave out, and she tipped backwards like a felled tree. Some urgent failsafe went off in her brain, and reality burst into focus. Her arms shot out, trying to grab hold of something, anything, but it was too late. The back of her head smacked against the hardwood floor.
"...ghhhaaaaaffFFFUCK!"
Sharp pain rang through her skull. The usual jolt from being prematurely awoken, and the new agony of a fresh headwound. Tinnitus blaring in her ears. The room was horribly bright, and it took a long while to regain any vision whatsoever. The blur faded, and there was Wednesday. Standing above her, looking down. There was none of the concern from before, no fears of a medical emergency, even though Enid really was injured this time. There was no emotion on her face at all, except for a slight downwards curl in her upper lip.
"ffuuckimsorry... iii ddon't knoww wwhat hhhappened..."
Wednesday shook her head.
"You're playing with fire, Enid.
I hope you know that."
Enid tried to mumble out an excuse, but Wednesday wasn't having any of it. She stared down at Enid for a few more seconds, uncaring, like she was watching a spider drown in her bathtub. Then, without offering a hand, Wednesday left. Enid curled up into a ball, pain spreading through her entire body, and began to cry. This had to stop. This stupid gamble had gone too far. She'd lost everything, and there was no hope of ever winning it back. It was over.
~ - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - ~
But, like any addict, there was no such thing as 'rock bottom'. Not really. There would always be further to fall. There was always another loanshark, another precious memory to pawn, another pint of blood to sell. And then it was straight back to the casino.
~ - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - ~
Enid had sustained a pretty serious concussion. The school nurse was extremely worried about her, and forbid her from going to afternoon classes. He asked Enid why she hadn't come to the infirmary sooner, and she'd been too loopy to come up with an excuse. The real answer, of course, was that she'd jerked off first. Still curled up on the floor, headache getting worse and worse until she could no longer see clearly, weeping as she came. And again, later that night, with an icepack held against her scalp. And one last time, barely a dribble coming out, before she allowed herself to sleep. That would be the last of it, she promised herself. No more of this. No more.
Wednesday was cold. Colder than usual. She didn't say anything directly, but she didn't need to. Enid was stuck in bed, migraine pounding, and so she didn't see Wednesday for most of the day. When she did return, to pick up books and gym clothes, she didn't speak at all. Enid tried to spark up a conversation, but she got nothing in response. Wednesday left again, and Enid was alone for the rest of the day. She forced herself not to masturbate, distracting herself as best she could. She just wanted this to be over. She wanted to go back to class and move on with her life. Enid accepted that their relationship would never recover. No point trying to fix it now. She would request to move rooms tomorrow, if Wednesday didn't beat her to it.
Morning became night, painfully slowly, and her roommate eventually returned. She didn't say anything, and neither did Enid. After half an hour of writing in her diary, Wednesday reached into her schoolbag and grabbed a handful of paper.
"Here. Mr Marquee gave us homework."
Wednesday stood up and crossed the room, standing at the line where coloured shadows met moonlight, and held out her hand. Enid reached out, trying not to look, but her stupid fucking eyes couldn't resist. All those promises from last night: broken so easily. Like they meant nothing at all. She didn't even get to drop, as Wednesday immediately pulled away. Crumpling up the homework and dropping it on the ground, leaving the room without another word. Any last hope of repairing this friendship was crushed along with that worksheet. Now it really was over.
~ - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - ~
Back to class, and the first thing Enid did was visit the school administrator. It would take a few days to find her a new room, but by the end of the week she would be gone. She avoided Wednesday as best as she could. She would have to avoid Wednesday for the rest of the year. And then for the rest of her life.
When she was finally forced to see Wednesday again, it was late in the evening. Enid was taking down her posters and folding them into a cardboard box. She was trying her hardest not to break down. She loved this room. It was such a unique space. There were no others like it in the entire school. In the entire world, probably. Her home for two and half years. Tainted forever. She wanted to be alone. She hoped Wednesday would just go. Do whatever she needed to do and leave without a word like usual. But she stood there, hovering over Enid as she packed.
"What are you doing?"
Enid's voice trembled. It was obvious that she'd been crying.
"I, um, requested to... to uh... to switch rooms..."
"Now why would you do a thing like that?"
There was something different about Wednesday's voice. She seemed peppier than usual. Enid sniffled, unsure how to respond to this energy.
"Because, um... well... you know..."
"No, Enid, I don't know.
Why would you want to change rooms?
Did something happen?"
Enid fiddled with the poster, accidentally tearing the edge. She didn't know why Wednesday was acting like this. They hadn't said anything to eachother, but she definitely knew. Of course she knew. There was no way she couldn't. She'd been giving Enid the cold shoulder for a week. Why was she so friendly now?
"I'll... I'll be out by Monday..."
"That's a shame.
You love this room.
I don't know why you'd want to leave now."
Enid tried to ignore her, grabbing an armful of stuffies and dropping them into the box.
"Well, if that's what you really want, then so be it."
Wednesday skipped over to her bed and dramatically collapsed onto the bed. She was not acting like herself at all. Enid wanted to look over at her, wondering if Wednesday was suffering from a concussion of her own, but she couldn't risk it. She kept loading up the boxes, tearing down the translucent fabric that had once hung over her bed. Wednesday kept sighing, loudly, like a schoolgirl trying to get attention. It got harder to focus on packing. Eventually she let out the loudest sigh of them all, the melodic "ahhhh~" completely unnatural in her monotone voice.
"I'm bored, Enid."
Enid hesitated, grip tightening on the unplugged lamp in her hands. She allowed herself a quick glance, just to make sure that this new girl really was Wednesday. It was, but even her movements were strange. She dramatically kicked up her legs and sat up on the bed, speaking to the rafters.
"I've got an idea.
Why don't we play a game?"
And then, turning to face Enid.
"Let's have a staring contest."
Enid flinched, head jerking to the side. There was no way this was real. This had to be a dream. One last awful trick from her subconscious. It had been getting harder to tell what was real and what was fantasy lately. She wrapped her hand around the plug, squeezed, and the sting in her palm told her that this was real. But it couldn't be.
"Um, uh, I have to... keep packing..."
Wednesday got up to her feet. Enid could hear every step. Getting closer, closer, then stopping.
"You'll have plenty of time to pack, Enid.
Come on. I'm bored."
It became clear what this was. Wednesday had always had a mean streak. Anyone could have told you that. But Enid was usually spared. She was too nice. Too sweet and bubbly. Like a golden retriever. But there was no longer any pretence. No way she could act innocent. Wednesday was getting revenge.
"I'm s-sorry, Weds...
I really fucked up... I know I did...
And I won't blame you if you never want to talk to me again, but-"
"What are you talking about?
I just want to play a game."
The sadism in her voice rose to the surface. Wednesday wasn't just talking weird for the sake of it. She could hear it clearly now: this sing-song affect was a cruel impression of Enid's voice.
"Come, Enid. Come play with me."
"Please... don't do this..."
"Do what?"
Enid knew where this path lead. She'd been viciously bullied as a child. She was a transgender woman with a debilitating mental illness; of course she'd been bullied. She'd moved school more times than she could count. It had gotten better as she grew older, but now a torrent of painful memories surged back into her head. She knew that if she engaged with this, even a little, the harassment would only get worse. The only thing to do in a situation like this was to walk away. Her legs shook as she got up, leaving the boxes where they were. She kept her eyes firmly on the door as she took the first few steps.
And then, Wednesday said it.
The four little words that would ruin Enid's life.
"Enid. Look at me."
She froze. She could feel it again. The tingle. The pressure. She still felt terrible, like she was about to vomit, like she could die of shame, but those words did something to her. Something high in her chest. Guilt and disgust always manifested in her stomach, like termites gnawing at her guts, but the tingle was always higher. Around her heart. She could recognise it instantly. The past few months had been dedicated to this exact flutter. It was the thrill before the drop, like a rollercoaster about to crest the first hill. It was resistance leaving her body. It was submission taking over.
"Enid. Look at-"
She didn't need to finish the sentence. The muscles behind Enid's eye betrayed her, and she was locked in place once more. Staring into Wednesday's eyes. The tingle exploded, spreading from her chest up to her neck, through her larynx, and up into her skull.
"Good.
Now, come."
There was something so much more intense about this. The stolen glances from before felt like cheap thrills in comparison. She forgot about her guilt. Or, more accurately, it was forced from her brain. Even standing all the way across the room, her face silhouetted by lamplight, Wednesday's eyes were all she could see.
"What are you waiting for?
Come."
Her legs carried her back into the room. Wednesday took a cushion and lay it on the floor, directly in front of her, and gestured for Enid to sit. As her feet took her closer, nerves tried to wake her. She averted her gaze. This was a trap. An obvious, barely-hidden trap. She knew that this cheerful demeanour was an act. Wednesday was pissed at her, and she had every right to be. This was just one final, deserved twist of the knife. Revenge, served freezing cold, before cutting Enid out of her life completely. It wasn't too late to turn back. She could still leave. If she left now, she could purge this shameful period from memory. She didn't have to do this. But, as she was trying to decide, she found her body had decided for her. Her knees were bent, ready to sit, but
"Not like that.
Kneel."
Spasm. Through her whole body. Wednesday must have noticed, but Enid still tried to hide it.
"Wh-why..?"
"It's a standard rule for staring contests.
Is this your first time or something?
Now, hurry up
and kneel."
Twitch. It took a moment for her limbs to get moving, but she did it. She kneeled. Almost caught in the trap. One foot in the snare. The last line of defence was her neck. It was still bent awkwardly upwards. Her eyes couldn't be trusted, desperate to gaze, so every ounce of resistance was concentrated in her upper spine. The only thing keeping her safe. The flimsy piece of thread that kept her suspended over the abyss. And Wednesday was holding scissors.
"Is there something interesting on the ceiling, Enid?"
Flinch. Enid must have heard that exact phrase thousands of times as a kid. She hated it. Hated. So many of her worst panic attacks had started with a variation on those words. That tiny little non-joke had been the source of her deepest childhood traumas. Breaking down in the middle of assembly. Crying in class. Being tormented under the bleachers. She still had nightmares about it. And now — in this pathetic, broken state — it made her intensely horny.
"Enid. Why aren't you looking at me?"
Shiver. A last little drip of resistance. In the very front of her mind.
"Pppplease... i dddon't want to ddo this..."
"What's wrong?
It's just a staring contest."
"Yyyou alreaddy know you're gggoing to wwin..."
Wednesday laughed.
"You're right, Enid.
I am going to win.
I always do."
Freeze. Enid's breath came out in ragged, heaving spurts. As if her lungs were being squeezed by an unseen fist.
"Now, I think it's time we begin, don't you?"
"Pplease... i'm ssorry... i'm ssssorry..."
"Enid. Look at me."
Everything she had. Every ounce of strength. Concentrated into one spot. But it still wasn't enough.
"Enid."
She couldn't hold it back anymore. Her eyes jumped gleefully into Wednesday's gaze. Where they belonged.
"Good. Let's begin."
She felt the panic again. The awful sensation of being locked in place. Her body tensed, like it always did. This was the scariest part, but it never lasted long. It would be worth it. She would drop soon. That blissful headrush would come crashing over her, and she would be free. If she just kept staring, if she focused hard enough on the darkest point of the eyes, she would fall. And she tried her absolute hardest. Waiting. She just had to endure this for a few moments longer. The room would disappear. The sound would fade. The endorphins would hit. She just had to wait. Just wait. Wait. Wait. Waiting. Waiting. Waiting and waiting and waiting. Agonising. It was taking so much longer than usual.
"wwwhhhhhwhhaaaaa...?"
"Is something the matter, Enid?"
Why couldn't she drop? It was so easy. So ridiculously easy that it would happen without even trying. No effort on her part whatsoever. Like breathing. Like falling asleep. Just looking was supposed to be enough. Wednesday's eyes hadn't gotten less beautiful. Still perfect, as they always were. As they always would be. But something was different. She tried to make the same pilgrimage as before. From her the border of her iris, through that sunlit treacle, following those faint bronze pathways, and into that sacred blackness. But it didn't bring her absolution. The opposite. It shattered her faith.
"whhwhhwhhyyyyy..?"
Enid was really freaking out now. This wasn't fun anymore. She needed to look away. Needed to break the trance. Every part of her, every inch of her, every cell in her body: screaming at her. Get out. Wake up. Look away. But she couldn't. She couldn't do anything. She'd been tricked. This wasn't an escape. This was a prison. The darkness in Wednesday's eyes, it wasn't an endless void. It wasn't an infinite abyss. It was solitary confinement.
"You're very bad at this, Enid.
You blinked almost immediately."
"Fffffhhuuuuuuckkkhhhhaaaaaaaa..."
Enid tried her hardest to cry out. She needed to speak, needed to get something out, anything, but even her tongue was paralyzed. It sat limp in her mouth as she tried to yell. She forced herself to make a sound, any sound at all, but all that came out was a desperate whine.
"hhhhhhhhhhhnnnnnaaaaaaaaaaaa..."
Wednesday shook her head, sighing. She dropped the act, no more bubbles in her voice.
"Oh my god, Enid.
This is pathetic."
Another whine. Like an animal in pain.
"...nnnnnnnnaaaaaaagggggghhhhhhhhhauuu..."
"I had such an elaborate routine planned.
This 'staring contest' was supposed to have multiple distinct rounds.
I even wrote down an official ruleset.
I wanted to watch you slowly break.
But this is just ridiculous, Enid.
You couldn't even last 5 seconds."
Enid didn't want to hear this. Didn't want to hear anything. Didn't want to listen. She wanted to drop into silence. Into the cool embrace of emptiness. But she was trapped in an awful middle ground. Too lucid to drop, too hypnotised to move. The worst of both worlds. She was forced to listen to every word that Wednesday spoke.
"It's a different experience, isn't it Enid?
Not the kind of trance you're used to."
Enid convulsed. Stuck in place, stuck kneeling, stuck gazing, but still somehow moving. Fighting against invisible restraints. Wednesday was delighted.
"You're trying to drop, aren't you?
You want to fall deep into my eyes,
like you have so many times before.
But you can't seem to manage it, can you?
And do you want to know why?"
Wednesday suddenly lurched forward until she was centimetres from Enid's face.
"Because I won't let you."
Enid was instantly erect. Her dick had been twitching this entire time, but she'd been too freaked out to noticed. Too afraid. Too guilty. But now it was all she could think about. All the blood from her brain rushed down into her cock until she was painfully, unnaturally hard.
"You didn't think this was possible, did you?
You thought you were in control.
And, for a while, you were.
When it was just stealing glances,
when you were still trying to hide it,
you could do whatever you wanted.
You'd drop as quickly as you could.
Straight to dessert.
Like an unruly child."
Enid clung to every word. Wednesday slowed her already languid voice, carefully enunciating every syllable. Pausing between sentences for just a little too long. Making her desperate for the next line. The next insult.
"But you're not in control anymore.
I am."
Enid gasped, letting out an terrified squeak. Up this close, in this lighting, Wednesday's eyes had none of their syrupy brown. They were pure black. Not human. Not anymore. These were the eyes of a beast.
"I wish I could say I planned this, Enid.
I wish that first morning had been a set up.
The opening move in some grand chess game.
My evil scheme to bewitch your mind.
But it wasn't, Enid.
Honest.
This was all you."
Yet another whine, or at least an attempt at one. It came out as a throaty string of vowels. The helpless gurgle of a mouth without a tongue.
"auuuuuuuuuuaaaaauuuuuooooooo!!!"
Wednesday was smiling. Enid couldn't see it, stuck to those oil slick eyes, but she could hear it in her voice.
"I really did think you were having a stroke.
I thought there something wrong with you.
Some kind of degenerative brain disease,
and this was the first awful symptom.
I was worried about you. Genuinely.
For the rest of the day I was in the library,
searching through medical textbooks,
wondering if I should take you to the hospital.
But I could never have guessed, Enid.
Just how sick you really are."
The word 'sick' was filled with such venom, such genuine hatred, that a jet of precum spurted into her shorts.
"It was only when you started doing it again,
intentionally trying to induce an episode,
that I knew something was up.
I had no choice but to find out for myself.
So I went through your phone."
Enid's eyes shot open as wide as they could. Her lips smacked against eachother, like a fish choking on air, turning every breath into a pathetic babble.
"bbbuuhbuhhbuhbuhbuhbuhbuh!!!"
"Oh don't 'buhbuhbuh' me.
Your password is 1234, Enid.
You might as well leave it unlocked."
A new wave of terror. She practically lived on that phone. It was the lens through which her entire teenage life was reflected. Everything that was important to her, everything, was sandwiched between the dusty circuitry of that old iPhone. And now even that was under Wednesday's control.
"Buhbuhbuhbuhbuhhbuhhbuuhhhh!"
The more she pleaded, the further Wednesday pushed.
"For someone with such a messy room, Enid,
your bookmarks are surprisingly ordered.
Most people hide behind an incognito tab,
but you couldn't do that, could you?
You needed instant access,
at all hours of the day.
You even organised them via eye colour."
Enid shrank into herself, shivering uncontrollably. Wednesday raised up onto her haunches, forcing Enid's gaze follow, up and up and up, until she was towering over her.
"ffffhhhuuuuuaaaauuucckkkk..."
"I was shocked, Enid.
You seemed so sweet and innocent.
But it was all a lie, wasn't it?
I really saw you in a different light after that.
Especially after I checked your photos."
Shrinking down further, smaller, until she was a tiny speck of dust under Wednesday's stare. Already knowing what was coming. Knowing the twist. All she could do is listen, trembling at the end of each word, knowing that it was coming any moment now.
"I was initially looking for nudes
(and I did find those, by the way)
but I uncovered something so much worse."
Her cock felt like it was about to burst. Harder than it had ever been before. Like there was a steel rod piercing through the flesh. Unable to get soft, even if she wanted to. All she could do was get harder.
"It must have been quite a feat, Enid,
gathering all those photos.
I don't even have a mobile phone,
and I certainly don't use social media.
And yet every single picture of me,
every non-consensual snapshot,
that somehow found its way online:
all neatly organised
in your phone."
She could feel it coming. Bubbling up to the surface. She was going to say it.
"It's disgusting, Enid.
Let's call it what it is. Disgusting.
It made me sick to my stomach."
"aahghhhhfufufuucckkkkk..."
Another spasm. Another choked gasp. Another wave of guilt. She didn't think she could feel any worse, but she could. There was no limit to it. Just like how she could fall forever into that void, dropping endlessly down, she could always feel more guilt. The pit of shame in her stomach was just as bottomless as the abyss in her brain. Endless humiliation. It would never plateau, never ease off; there would always be a new low. Always. And Enid wanted to fall. She deserved to fall. As deep as she possibly could.
"And you know the worst part?
If you'd just asked, I would have said 'yes'.
I'm clearly into this. I won't pretend I'm not.
I would have happily explored this with you.
I could have found this side of you endearing.
Cute, even."
"aaaaauuggccckkk"
"But this isn't cute. Not at all."
Jerking off to my old photos
like some kind of deranged stalker?
It's fucking grotesque, Enid.
You should be ashamed of yourself."
"nnnnghhhaaaaaa"
More precum, spurting out, making her thighs seize up. Wednesday seemed to notice, as she let out an amused 'hmm' and leant even closer. Until their noses were almost touching. Eyes still locked.
"But the shame is the best part, isn't it?
That's the part makes your dick hardest.
The thrill of secrecy.
The fear of getting caught.
Knowing that it's wrong,
that it will end in disaster,
and doing it anyway,
because you can't help yourself.
Isn't that right, Enid?"
Enid found her tongue moving on its own: still paralyzed, but now being puppeted up and down, pulled on a string.
"uhhh hhuhhh..."
Wednesday laughed quietly. She began swaying, very slowly, from side to side. Snakelike. King Cobra. About to strike. Making Enid follow her, desperately trying to keep up, terrified to break contact for even a second.
"You're starting to ease into it, aren't you?
You're no longer trying to fight me.
You haven't dropped yet,
but you're getting close.
Teetering on the edge.
This is my favourite part, Enid.
I was able to influence you before,
prompt your brain to react in a certain way,
make you flinch and freeze,
but this is different.
Right now, Enid,
right this very second,
you are completely
truly
helplessly
under
my
control."
And then, to prove it.
"Say yes."
"yyyyesss!!!"
Instantly she answered. Instantly. There was none of the usual lag between thinking and speaking. Thinking had nothing to do with it. This was a reflex. This was chemical. This was a magnesium flash of synapse and nerve. An electrical shock that — like a dissected frog — hijacked her lifeless body. It took Enid a few seconds to fully realise what just happened.
"whwhwhwwhaaa..?"
Wednesday seemed to move even closer. Impossibly close. Still moving up and down, speeding up a little, as if trying to catch Enid out.
"See?
I can do whatever I want to you, Enid.
You're my little marionette doll, aren't you?
Say yes."
"yyyyyeesss!"
Enid answered so fast that she startled herself. Wednesday hummed in delight.
"Good girl.
Now, since you're nice and ready,
why don't we start the real game?"
A slender hand wrapped itself around her cock, and Enid nearly jumped in the air.
"Aaaaaaaaaah!"
Fingers tightened, drifting upwards, in sync with Wednesday's serpentine head movements.
"Don't act so surprised.
I know you've been waiting for this."
Hands explored. Her eyes were busy, and so Wednesday's palms acted as her sight. Blindly grasping, gliding. Figuring out the size and shape of it. And, when that expedition finished quicker than expected, she laughed.
"Why is it that the biggest perverts
always have the smallest cocks, huh?"
The words punctured Enid's skull like a cattle gun, and a tiny spurt of cum gushed out into Wednesday's hand.
"aaaaaaaaaaaaauhhhgghhh"
Wednesday seemed genuinely surprised, slipping out of the slow hypnodomme cadence.
"Oh my god, Enid.
Is it really that easy?"
Enid's whole body shook, and every tremble reverberated directly through her cock. Wednesday's grip was tight and, now, leisurely sliding up and down.
"That's okay.
I'll just have to go very slowly."
Wednesday was everything now. Her eyes and hands were the only two features of Enid's world. Every gooey braincell was flushed from her head and down, down, down into her loins. Stirred by careless fingers. Every movement, every tiny curve of her index, made Enid cry out in pain. Her glands had always been sensitive, even before she'd ruined herself, and she had to be exceedingly gentle whenever she touched herself. But Wednesday wasn't gentle at all.
"owowowwoowwoowwoowwww!!!!!"
"Oh, does it hurt, Enid?
Am I hurting you?"
Too mindless to answer.
"owwowwowwoowwwaaaugghhh!!!!!!!"
"I wonder why that is, huh?
I wonder why your little dick is so sore?
Could it be because you've been
jerking off
non-stop
five times a day
for months now?
Making our room
stink
of dried cum
at all hours?
Is that it,
Enid?"
"nnngghhhaaaaaauuooowwwhhh!"
Enid writhed as sharp fingernails dug into her tip. This was nothing like masturbation. And nothing like the few handjobs Enid had received in her life. It seemed that Wednesday had never touched a penis before. Or maybe she was doing a bad job on purpose. Either way, her technique involved far too much twisting and pinching to be comfortable. Pulling too hard on the foreskin, making it stretch in ways it was never supposed to.
"owwwowowwwowowwowww!!!"
"Do you want to cum, Enid?"
She quickly forgot all about the pain.
"yyyes!!!"
"You want to spray your filthy seed
all over my tights, hmmm?"
"yessyesyesyessyess!"
Wednesday squeezed hard.
"Beg for it."
An immediate, thoughtless torrent of pleas gushed from her lips
"Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease!"
"Please what?
What do you want me to do, Enid?
Use your words."
"pleasepleaseletmecummmpleaseletmecccum"
Wednesday grinned, relaxing her grip.
"Alright, Enid.
I'll let you get off.
But on one condition:
You are going to keep staring deep,
deep into my eyes
the entire time.
If you break eye contact,
I'm not going let you cum.
Understand?"
Terror ripped through Enid like machinegun fire. She hadn't even considered the idea of looking away. She didn't want to. She never wanted to. But, now that Wednesday had forced the idea into her head, it was all she could think about. Don't look away. Don't look away. Don't look away. What had been passive was now active. Her eyes were suddenly free to wander, and she had to focus all her attention into keeping them still.
"wwwhaaaauuuuuggghhhh???"
"I mean it, Enid.
If you look away,
even for a split second,
I am going to dump this iced coffee
directly down your pants.
Okay?"
What?! What iced coffee!? She hadn't remembered an iced coffee!? Had Wednesday been drinking it, or had she? Before she could think her eyes began to drift downwards, searching the floorboards. The exact moment she did, the instant her pupils slid even a millimetre downwards, Wednesday free-hand jerked violently to the side, like a cowgirl reaching for her gun. Enid jumped, eyes locking back in place.
"aaaauaaagghhhh!!!"
"Do you think I'm bluffing, Enid?
Do I seem like that kind of person?
I'll do it. I promise you.
Don't think I won't.
Even if you're right about cum.
Even if you're seconds from orgasm.
I'll do it, Enid.
No hesitation."
Emergency procedures. The drippy brain residue, currently pooling in her crotch, had to be rapidly siphoned back up into her skull. She was being attacked from both fronts. Her already limited attention was now split between her eyes and her cock. A cruel paradox. If she focused on keeping her gaze locked, she knew she wouldn't be able to cum. If she focused on cumming, her eyes would slip. And so she was trapped, for good this time, between wicked pupils and even wickeder hands.
"fffuuffufufufufuccckkkkkkkK"
"What's wrong, Enid?
Having trouble focusing?"
And, this whole time, Wednesday kept her head moving. Like a boxer; bobbing and weaving and swaying endlessly. She would suddenly switch directions, making Enid guess which way she was going, exhausting her. Waiting for the moment to land that knockout punch.
"ffffhhhaaaaaaauuuccckkk"
The awful rhythm continued, ceaseless, endless, keeping Enid right on the very edge. Both the edge of orgasm and the edge of dropping. Her brain and her cock fought against eachother, each one trying to wrestle control away from the other. Only one of them could win. Wednesday kept up her stroking, silent for a while, enjoying the struggle on Enid's helpless face. Then her grip tightened even further, and her fingers sped up.
"I'm getting bored, Enid.
I know time is meaningless for you right now.
But for me it's still ticking by as slowly as ever.
I have things to do, Enid.
It's been almost an hour."
"whwhwhwhhwhwhat????"
No it fucking hadn't? It had not been an hour. That wasn't possible. It couldn't be. They'd only just started. An hour? A whole hour?? It had only been a few minutes, hadn't it?? Hadn't it!? The fact that she couldn't tell — that she had no way of ever, ever knowing — broke something inside her.
"aaaaoooouuughhhhhhnnnnmmm"
Wednesday laughed.
"So, Enid, we're going to speed this up.
I'm going to give you to the count of 10,"
"NONONONONONONONO!"
Blind, burning panic. Enid had hypnotised herself so many times that it had fundamentally changed the way she heard numbers. They terrified her now. Even completely sober, completely lucid, hearing a 'ten' out in the wild made her flinch. Her body would tense up, and she would instinctively start waiting for the 'nine'. The 'eight'. The 'seven'. All the way down until that awful, inevitable final digit.
"What's wrong, Enid?
Do countdowns make you nervous?
Worried you won't make it in time?"
"NONONONONONONONOO"
"Think you can make it, Enid?
Think you'll be able to cum?
Before time runs out?"
"NONONONONOONONONONONO..."
Enid hated cum countdowns, in the way that every submissive 'hates' cum countdowns. It was always the scariest part. It triggered some deep animal fear in her brain. And she was never able to make it. Never. When she was jerking off, she would always have to cheat. She would take just a few seconds longer. A little extra leeway. Ten seconds would be more like fifteen. But there was no chance in hell that Wednesday would give her that. Ten was all she was getting. And that frightened her more than anything else.
"Oh dear. Oh you poor thing.
So scared, aren't you?
Shaking like a leaf.
It's okay. Don't worry.
If you're really so hesitant,
I won't force you.
I'll let you cum in your own time.
But that's the thing,
isn't it?
You do want it,
don't you?
You want this
more than anything
in the whole world.
You want to cum for me
because you're scared
of what will happen
if you don't make it in time.
And something will happen, Enid.
Believe me.
You're right to be scared.
But it's okay.
Because you're going to cum for me.
Right
on
the
number
zero.
Aren't you, Enid?"
"NONONOONONOONONONOONO"
"Say yes."
"NONONONYYYESSNNONONONO"
The word burst from her. Ripped from her brain. From her soul. The 'nonono's kept spilling out of her, but it was too late. Betrayed by her tongue. By her cock. Wednesday let out a deep, sadistic giggle.
"Alright, if you say so.
Ready?"
"NONONOONONOONONONOOOONO"
"Ten."
Anxiety exploded into adrenaline. Wednesday tossed a match, and the sloshing remnants of Enid's brain ignited like gasoline. Mad heat rushed through her. Rising up through her body as bubbling, boiling steam. Thoughts were impossible. Her frantic lips could no longer form the word 'no', and her pleas turned to wordless squeals.
"NONONOnonoaaaaaaaugggghhh..."
"Nine."
Wednesday didn't add pauses between the numbers like so many online dommes. They came quick and steady, like she was playing hide and seek. Excitement building, vowels elongating, with each decreasing integer. Getting closer and closer to the end.
"Eight."
Enid tried her absolute hardest to buck her hips, but her legs were still immobile. The muscles could tic and shiver, but never contract. She wasn't going to make it. Wednesday's cruel fingers weren't moving nearly fast enough. Even if she had another hour, she couldn't cum like this. But she needed to. She needed to cum, right now, more than she'd ever needed anything in her life. She focused all her energy into her cock, and her eyes started to droop.
"Seven.
Look at me, Enid."
Jolted awake. Horror dawned as she realised she was dropping. She couldn't drop now. She had to cum. She had to. If she dropped now, she really might fall forever. She might never have another orgasm. Never ever. She tried to focus on the wildfire between her legs, but her skull was now dense with smoke. Thick, dark, burning. Consuming every neuron in its path.
"Six."
Every new number seemed to rouse her. Tugged back from the edge. Torn between frantic need and blissful surrender. Like being on uppers and downers. The twitching amphetamine of Wednesday's fingers, and the black-tar heroin of her eyes. Heart and cock both pumping, double speed, whilst everything else slowed to a dirge.
"Five.
Half way there, Enid."
"aaaaaaaugggghhh!"
Enid yelled just to try and keep herself awake. She wasn't going to make it. She couldn't. There wasn't enough time. Never enough time. Wednesday knew that just as well as she did. She was just toying with her. Playing with her food. She wasn't going to let Enid cum. She never would. Never ever ever.
"Four.
You can do it, Enid."
Those words gave her a rush of energy. A second wind. The desperate need to please, the need to obey, obliterated everything else. It came from beyond her mind. Cutting through the smoke. Wednesday wanted her to cum, and so she had to cum. She needed to follow every instruction, no matter how impossible. She would do anything, anything, anything to make Wednesday proud. She needed to cum. She had no choice. Her God had spoken.
"Three."
Her merciful, wonderful God sped up her hands, and Enid cried out in ecstasy. Her divine fingers began rubbing against the tip, the most tender part, making Enid whine like a dog in heat. A constant, breathless string of rapid moans. Begging her Creator to stroke just a little faster. Just a little more time and she could cum.
"Two."
Cum. Cum. Cum. Enid panted faster than her lungs could keep up. Cum. She needed to cum. Cum. Cum. Wednesday's pace quickened further, until her index vibrated against the tip. It wasn't enough. She needed to cum. Cum. She needed to cum for her God. She needed to. Every part of her was screaming in a mad chant. Cum. Cum. Cum.
"One."
Not gonna make it. Not gonna make it. It needed to be now. Now. Now. She could feel it approaching. Rising. Rising. White, blinding heat. Cum. Rising through her shaft. Rising as the rest of her began to fall. Too late. Too late. Cum. Not gonna make it in time. Praying. Cum. Everything she had. Breaking through the restrains. Cum. Hips raising. Thrusting into Wednesday's hand like a fleshlight. Like a pussy. Grip tightening. Cum. Praying. Cum. Waiting. Cum. Waiting for the word. Waiting. And
"Zero.
Cum for me."
Now. Cum. Shooting. Cum. Bursting. Cum. Releasing. Cum. Forcing. Cum. Rushing. Cum. Burning. Cum. Choking. Cum. Seizure. Cum. Aching. Cum. Falling. Cum. Dropping. Cum. Tumbling. Cum. Ragdoll. Cum. Freefall. Cum. Nothing. Cum. Silence. Cum. Abyss. Cum. Void. Cum. Dream. Cum. Endless. Cum. Heaven. Cum. Paradise. Cum. Forever. Cum. Eternity. Cum. Blackness. Cum. Bottomless. Cum. Falling. Cum. Floundering. Cum. Weeping. Cum. Dying. Cum. Nothing. Cum. Escape. Cum. Dark. Cum. Black. Cum. Hell. Cum. Locked. Cum. Crying. Cum. Pointless. Cum. Mindless. Cum. Brainless. Cum. Empty. Cum. Filled. Cum. Words. Cum. Eyes. Cum. Pupils. Cum. Hands. Cum. Desperate. Cum. Forever. Cum. Staring. Cum. Please. Cum. Dog. Cum. Snap. Cum. Slave. Cum. Submit. Cum. Pathetic. Cum. Hopeless. Cum. Struggle. Cum. Lifeless. Cum. Chemical. Cum. Spill. Cum. Seed. Cum. Ruined. Cum. Obliterate. Cum. Absolve. Cum. Dissolve. Cum. Destroy. Cum. Death. Cum. God. Cum. Demon. Cum. Dark. Cum. Sheol. Cum. Falling. Cum. Burn. Cum. Smoke. Cum. Fire. Cum. Nothing. Cum. Cannot. Cum. Hope. Cum. Addict. Cum. High. Cum. Brain. Cum. Damage. Dissolve. Cum. Destroy. Cum. Death. Cum. God. Cum. Demon. Cum. Dark. Cum. Sheol. Cum. Falling. Cum. Burn. Cum. Smoke. Cum. Fire. Cum. Nothing. Cum. Cannot. Cum. Hope. Cum. Addict. Cum. High. Cum. Brain. Cum. Damage. Cum. Skull. Cum. Fracture. Cum. Broken. Cum. For Good. Cum. Forever. Cum. Broken. Cum. Irreplacable. Cum. Unfixable. Cum. Ruined. Cum. Shattered. Cum. Million. Cum. Pieces. Cum. Spilled. Cum. Across The Floor. Cum. Busted. Cum. Forever. Cum. Never. Cum. Ever. Cum. Always. Cum. Forever. Cum. Pet. Cum. Obedient. Cum. Collar. Cum. Clicker. Cum. Puppy. Cum. Woof. Cum. Wednesday. Cum. Toy. Cum. Plaything. Cum. Master. Cum. Snake. Cum. Evil. Cum. Forever. Cum. Never. Cum. Ever. Cum. Always. Cum. Forever. Cum. Pet. Cum. Obedient. Cum. Collar. Cum. Clicker. Cum. Puppy. Cum. Woof. Cum. Wednesday. Cum. Toy. Cum. Plaything. Cum. Master. Cum. Snake. Cum. Evil. Cum. Cruel. Cum. Trust. Cum. Fall. Cum. Trapped. Cum. Snared. Cum. Tied. Cum. Bound. Cum. Tight. Cum. Wrapped. Cum. Finger. Cum. Inside. Cum. Cock. Cum. Tiny. Cum. Laughing. Cum. Help. Cum. Help me. Cum. Let me. Cum. Free. Cruel. Cum. Trust. Cum. Fall. Cum. Trapped. Cum. Snared. Cum. Tied. Cum. Bound. Cum. Tight. Cum. Wrapped. Cum. Finger. Cum. Inside. Cum. Cock. Cum. Tiny. Cum. Laughing. Cum. Help. Cum. Help me. Cum. Let me. Cum. Free. Cum. Escape. Cum. Out. Cum. Stop. Cum. Can't. Cum. Stop. Cum. Ever. Cum. Forever. Cum. Permanent. Cum. Always. Cum. Owned. Cum. Property. Cum. Willing. Cum. Servant. Cum. Slave. Cum. Collar. Cum. Puppy. Cum. Collar. Cum. Cum. Escape. Cum. Out. Cum. Stop. Cum. Can't. Cum. Stop. Cum. Ever. Cum. Forever. Cum. Permanent. Cum. Always. Cum. Owned. Cum. Property. Cum. Willing. Cum. Servant. Cum. Slave. Cum. Collar. Cum. Puppy. Cum. Collar. Cum.Always. Cum. Wearing. Cum. Chains. Cum. Tight. Cum. Neck. Cum. Choked. Cum. Forever. Cum. Never. Cum. Can't. Cum. Breathe. Cum. Cum. Need. Cum. Escape. Cum. Get Out. Cum. Get Out Now. Cum. Please. Cum. Need. Cum. Wearing. Cum. Chains. Cum. Tight. Cum. Neck. Cum. Choked. Cum. Forever. Cum. Never. Cum. Can't. Cum. Breathe. Cum. Cum. Need. Cum. Escape. Cum. Get Out. Cum. Get Out Now. Cum. Please. Cum. Always. Cum. Wearing. Cum. Chains. Cum. Tight. Cum. Neck. Cum. Choked. Cum. Forever. Cum. Never. Cum. Can't. Cum. Breathe. Cum. Cum. Need. Cum. Escape. Cum. Get Out. Cum. Get Out Now. Cum. Please. Cum. Can't. Cum. Wearing. Cum. Chains. Cum. Tight. Cum. Neck. Cum. Choked. Cum. Forever. Cum. Never. Cum. Can't. Cum. Breathe. Cum. Cum. Need. Cum. Escape. Cum. Get Out. Cum. Get Out Now. Cum. Please. Cum. Always. Cum. Wearing. Cum. Chains. Cum. Tight. Cum. Neck. Cum. Choked. Cum. Forever. Cum. Never. Cum. Can't. Cum. Breathe. Cum. Cum. Need. Cum. Escape. Cum. Get Out. Cum. Get Out Now. Cum. Please. Cum. Always. Cum. Wearing. Cum. Chains. Cum. Tight. Cum. Neck. Cum. Choked. Cum. Forever. Cum. Never. Cum. Can't. Cum. Need. Cum. Escape. Cum. Get Out. Cum. Please. Cum. Always. Cum. Wearing. Cum. Chains. Cum. Tight. Cum. Neck. Cum. Choked. Cum. Forever. Cum. Never. Cum. Can't. Cum. Breathe. Cum. Cum. Escape. Cum. Get Out. Cum. Get Out Now. Cum. Please. Cum. Always. Cum. Wearing. Cum. Chains. Cum. Tight. Cum. Neck. Cum. Choked. Cum. Forever. Cum. Never. Cum. Can't. Cum. Breathe. Cum. Cum. Need. Cum. Escape. Cum. Get Out. Cum. Please. Cum. Always. Cum. Wearing. Cum. Chains. Cum. Tight. Cum. Neck. Cum. Choked. Cum. Forever. Cum. Never. Cum. Can't. Cum. Breathe. Cum. Cum. Need. Cum. Escape. Cum. Get Out. Cum. Get Out Now. Cum. Please. Cum.
Total darkness.
Not even Wednesday was here.
It was just Enid, alone, falling endlessly.
Falling into wonder.
Ejected from reality.
Tumbling down into heaven.
Surrounded on all sides by pure bliss.
And it was this bliss that would destroy her.
Like the first lungful of crack cocaine,
like the first needle plunged into her arm,
this was a joy that would ruin all other joys.
Forever.