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Unseen	By : Tanwen Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 20274 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Mass Effect, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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A/N: This story was originally posted on the Mass Effect Kink Meme.
Prompt:
Someone hypnotizes Sam and abuses the power for all its worth.

Samantha Traynor had been feeling off recently. It was, somewhat aggravatingly, nothing specific that she could point to. She was still doing her job, holding strong against all the horrors that the Normandy faced, but her off-duty hours were spent somewhat on edge. As though there was something she was missing, something right at the edge of her consciousness that refused to break through and give her the insight she needed.

Fresh from the shower, Sam flopped on her bunk and grabbed her datapad, pulling up a novel to read before bed. It was a habit she’d had for years, and was grateful that she could still lose herself in a book after everything that had happened since leaving Earth.
The door to the crew quarters opened, and Sam looked up at the familiar face who entered. She sat up slightly and smiled, a greeting forming on her lips, before she noticed what the other woman was carrying.
A pocket watch.
How cliche, Sam thought. It felt familiar, but she couldn’t remember this happening before. Her eyes were instantly drawn to the watch, the way it spun in the light as it dangled from the woman’s hand. She tried to pull her gaze away, to form some sort of question or normal conversation, but she couldn’t.
“Fight all you want,” the woman said, her voice thick and sensual, one that didn’t seem to match what she sounded like when she was on duty. “It makes the eventual surrender that much sweeter.”
The watch continued to swing as the woman moved towards her. Sam tried to close her eyes, to tear her gaze away and avoid succumbing to the spell the other woman was casting about her.
“You’re already remembering how good it feels,” the other woman said, “to relax and let the watch carry you down into a deep, blissful trance…”
Sam sighed, a pleasant tingle running along her entire body. The woman had crossed the room and was holding the watch above Sam’s head as she lay flat on her back. Slowly the watch began to swing, arcing back and forth in a motion she couldn’t help but track. Sam squirmed, trying to move herself enough to escape.
The woman’s free hand came down to cup Sam’s breast, and she let out a moan at the touch.
“Let the watch take you deeper … and deeper,” the woman said, her hand darting under Sam’s loose pajama top to rest against her bare skin, her thumb starting to trace a circle around a nipple.
Now Sam wanted to follow the watch, the touch of the other woman’s warm hand against her breast sparking the memories that her conscious mind wouldn’t yet acknowledge. The woman’s voice was becoming increasingly lyrical, a sweet sound that Sam could listen to forever.
“Every swing of the watch draws your will out, so that my will becomes yours…”
Sam could feel herself on the edge of slipping into trance for the other woman, her breath syncing with the movement of the watch above her head.
“ … going deeper, surrendering yourself to me, giving control to me …”
Sam’s eyelids were growing so heavy. She wanted to close them. She wanted to surrender, with an intensity that would have alarmed her conscious mind - but in her half-tranced state, seemed perfectly right.
“Sleep.”
Sam sighed as she obeyed, her eyes closing. It felt like she was falling backwards into a warm, comforting space. Her lips parted in a soft smile as the lyrical voice continued to speak to her. “You must go deeper still, until you are completely open and receptive to me.” The woman was using both of her hands on Sam’s breasts now, thumbs moving in unison across her nipples. “Deeper-“ another circle - “deeper-“
Sam lost track of the words even as she obeyed them, surrendering more of herself to the deep blissful trance that she was in. After a few more moments, she heard herself saying “I am ready.”
“Very good,” the woman said. Sam let out a sigh at the praise. “Remember how good it feels to be this open and obedient.” The woman squeezed, and Sam’s next sigh turned into a gasp. “How good it feels to obey my every word, every command.” Another squeeze. “Remember the pleasure that comes from perfect obedience.”
“I - I - m-must obey,” Sam said, getting the words out in between gasps of pleasure.
“Good,” the voice said. “But you forgot something, my pet.”
“I - must - obey - you, Mistress,” Sam whispered.
“Very good,” Mistress purred as she slid a finger into Sam’s wet cunt. “I want to hear you repeat those words, feeling pleasure every time you do, the pleasure that comes from obedience and surrender…”
“I must - obey you, Mistress,” Sam gasped. Another finger joined the first, and Sam let out a shuddering breath. “I must obey you, Mistress.”
She lost count of how many times she repeated it as the fingers kept moving, her voice becoming increasingly breathy as the arousal started to overwhelm her. Her mouth kept repeating the words even as her mind started wandering off course, for it seemed that Mistress was keeping Sam right on the edge of her climax. Please, she thought in between breaths. Please, I need - I - She wasn’t entirely sure what she needed, other than more.
“Obey me,” Mistress said, her breath hot against Sam’s ear, her own words ragged with desire. “And - cum.”
“Ohhhhh,” Sam breathed, arching her back as she felt her climax washing over her. “Ohhh. Yes. Please. Mistress. Please.” She still wasn’t sure what she was asking for, only that she had to. Had to beg. Had to plead.
“Good girl,” Mistress said. Sam whimpered, words temporarily sticking in her throat in favor of the moan that came out at having pleased Mistress. She wanted to please Mistress, because it felt good when she obeyed, and Mistress wanted her to be an obedient girl, and so she wanted to be obedient because it pleased Mistress…
By the time Mistress withdrew her fingers, Sam was almost completely wrung out. “Your conscious mind will not remember,” Mistress told her, “but your unconscious mind will, and you will dream of surrender, remembering how good it feels. You will not remember who I am until you are ready to completely surrender to me.”
“Yes Mistress,” Sam murmured sleepily.
“When you hear the door close, you will wake from this trance and drift into a normal, relaxing sleep.” Sam felt the cot shift as the other woman rose. “Sleep well, and dream of me, of surrendering to me…”
The door closed. Sam yawned, picking up her data pad from where it had dropped to the floor, and burrowed in under the covers.
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