The Mesmerist may have been the world’s most skilled hypnotist, but he had no superpowers. Mnemonica knew that her psychic abilities would allow her to prevail. In no time, she would escape the shackles that bound her on the chair, and rescue her teammate Lodestone, who was vigorously sucking on the Mesmerist’s hard cock.
If Lodestone were free of his hypnosis, her magnetic powers would make short work of these shackles, Mnemonica thought. Reaching out with her telepathy, she touched Lodestone’s mind.
MASTER’S COCK IS BLISS. was the only thought in Lodestone’s brain. That and the incredibly erotic sensation of his cock on her lips, her tongue, her throat. Mnemonica had never known giving head could be so erotic, so soothing, so focused. Each stroke … up and down, up and down … brought Lodestone’s mind back to that one single thought, MASTER’S COCK IS BLISS. There was no fear or doubt. No despair or wanting. Only bliss. Only focus. Mnemonica had never felt a mind more perfect, more blissful, more obedient.
The Mesmerist smiled as he watched Mnemonica’s gaze turn glassy, watched her lips open, and her head begin to bob in time with Lodestone’s. The best way to trap a telepath is to dangle the bait of a beautiful, enslaved mind.
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