The Spinning Wheel
Chapter 3
By yoursandman
Hannah paid Willow’s hotel charges, and walked hand in hand with her through the lobby and out the front doors of the hotel to find a 30 something man waiting by a luxurious stretch limo. He was casually dressed but his clothes were not cheap, and he had a calm and contented look on his face. As Willow approached with Hannah, he smiled and opened the door. “Take us to that mall we ed on the way here,” she said getting into the spacious back seat with Hannah right behind her.
Being with Willow in a confined space intensified the effect of her presence and Hannah was starting to sink into obsessive desire.
“Stay present, pretty girl,” said Willow, becoming aware of Hannah’s change in demeanor. “You are not a robot, or a mindless drone. I didn’t take your mind away. You are everything you were before, just as smart, as resourceful, as clever, but your feelings for me matter more than anything else, and you are under my control. Do you understand?”
“Yes, I understand.” Hannah responded, pulling herself together enough to think a little more coherently. She glanced at the man driving the limo, who was smiling contentedly. Willow followed her gaze, “Men are different,” she said, answering Hannah’s unspoken question. “Their hearts are smaller.” She reached her hand over and placed it on Hannah’s chest, feeling her heartbeat race at the touch.
“Your heart is so big, and I have filled it,” Willow said, her eyes finding Hannah’s. “But men, their hearts are small, they can’t contain what I give them. It’s too much, and they just, break. I do like men, I’ve tried, but they lose whatever made them special and end up, limited. Useful, but limited.”
Willow looked toward her driver and sighed.
“You’re going to need some new clothes, pretty girl,” Willow said brightening up and returning her gaze to Hannah. “I like to dress my pretty girls. You don’t mind if I pick out some new outfits for you, do you?”
Hannah sighed contentedly, “I would love that, wearing what you like.”
Willow smiled warmly and kissed her cheek, causing Hannah to feel a rush of love and devotion.
After forty-five minutes or so, the limo approached a mall. It was one Hannah was familiar with, but far enough away from her house that she rarely went to it. Willow took a silk scarf from her purse and rubbed it below her ears, across her chest, and between her breasts before tying it loosely around her neck. Hannah knew those were places that were strong with Willow’s power because she wanted to kiss each one of them constantly.
“Let us off at the front and be ready to pick us up in an hour or so. I’ll text you when and where.” She said to her driver, who smiled and smoothly brought the limo to the mall entrance.
“Come along pretty girl, this should be fun,” Willow said to Hannah, a twinkle in her eye. Hannah slid out of the limo and followed her Goddess.
The mall was busy, but not crowded, and there was a nice hum of activity in the air. Willow led Hannah to a store that catered to teen girls. The walls were hung thick with very small t-shirts displaying ironic sayings that were mostly opaque to Hannah. Willow quickly but carefully chose trendy outfits that were too young and scandalously too tight for Hannah and then led her to the fitting rooms. Once there Willow helped Hannah into each item, and scrutinized her, like a young girl playing with her new Barbie. A few days ago, Hannah would never have played along with this, but now, she was filled with joy to be the object of Willow’s attention. She smiled and giggled and fell in love with her all over again.
Hannah paid for everything, of course, and wore her sexiest look out of the store. Her old clothes were left crumpled on the floor of the dressing room, discarded like fast food wrappers.
“That’s the one,” said Willow, her eyes locked on a slim but busty young woman walking into a store a few hundred feet away.
Hannah had noticed her earlier. She was in her twenties, fit but not muscular, with long straight black hair and big brown eyes. She wore expensive brown leggings and a loose fitting long sleeved shirt that gathered on her flat stomach. She also had a huge diamond engagement ring on her left hand.
Willow walked over to a nearby men’s room, Hannah close behind, and picked up an “Out of Service” sign that had been left leaning against the wall next to the door. She then went to a nearby new mother’s nursing room, checked that it was empty, and placed the sign on that door.
She winked at Hannah, which made her heart flutter. “I took a long time bringing you to me, and that was very pleasurable,” she said. Hannah felt a shiver take her body and her brand new panties moistened. “But this is going to go a lot faster.” She led Hannah toward the store the young woman had entered.
Once inside, they spotted the stunning young woman near the back of the store, browsing the sales racks. Willow walked confidently toward her, swaying her hips a little, and running her hand through her blond hair. Hannah followed, knowing what was about to happen, a little jealous that she couldn’t feel it the first time all over again herself.
“Hi,” Willow said to the young woman, cheerily. “Sorry to bother you, but I wonder if you could help me?” As she spoke, she moved close to her, the clothes rack limiting the dark haired woman’s ability to maintain personal space. “Oh! That would look so cute on you, by the way!” Willow said, noticing the skirt on a hanger the woman was holding. Willow smoothly sidled up to her and held the skirt in front of the surprised woman, appraising it. “Cute!” She said again.
Because Hannah was looking for it she could see the immediate effect Willow was having on her. The woman was starting to looking a little glassy-eyed and confused, and Hannah could see her leaning slightly toward Willow, inhaling deeply.
Willow slipped the scarf from around her neck and pushed it between her breasts, then she looked the dazed woman directly in the eyes and spoke with a warm smile, “I wonder if you could help me figure out this fragrance.” She then pulled the scarf from her chest and gently pushed it into the face of the overwhelmed young woman. “What is that scent? Breathe deeply, I know you can .”
Her eyes started to roll back and her knees buckled. She would have fallen if Willow hadn’t quickly moved to her.
Willow gave Hannah a look and Hannah moved to take the woman by the other arm. Willow then leaned in to her, whispering in her ear, the dark haired beauty breathing sharply and whimpering softly as she continued to breathe through the scarf.
“Walk with us, pretty girl.” Willow said to her after a minute or two. And Hannah and Willow led her arm-in-arm out of the store like three old friends on a shopping spree, one of them clutching a scarf to her own face.
Hannah realized soon enough that Willow was leading them to the new mother’s nursing room she had placed the out of service sign on, and once there, they went inside, and left the sign on the door to discourage interruptions. It was a little cramped, but it also allowed Willow’s power to fill the small space almost immediately.
Hannah was reeling from her own lust and devotion, and struggled to stay focused on doing whatever Willow asked her to do, while the helpless young woman was panting with desire and increasingly lost in blissful emptiness, still inhaling Willow’s scarf.
“What’s your name, Pretty girl?” Willow said, taking the scarf away and using it to softly stroke her face while looking into her big dark eyes.
“Emily.” She answered staring back into Willow’s eyes with deepening focus.
“Let go, Emily, let it take you.” Willow purred, her eyes sparkling with promises of pleasures unimagined.
Emily’s body responded immediately to the instructions with a wave of pleasure moving down her spine.
“Hannah,” Willow said, never breaking eye with Emily, “I am already inside her, flowing through her body. If you taste her, you will taste me as well.”
Hannah was shivering with an aching need for Willow, and the suggestion was all it took for her to move behind the entranced young woman and pull her damp leggings down. She was young and experiencing Willow’s spell for the first time, so she was soaking wet. Willow was right, Hannah could taste Willow mixed with the unique and intoxicating arousal produced by Emily’s own body. Hannah ravenously pushed her face deep between Emily’s legs.
Emily responded to Hannah’s attention, moaning and moving her hips in synch with the pleasure, but never stopped looking deeper and deeper into Willow’s eyes. “Yesss, it feels so gooood…” Willow breathed, her hands continuing to touch Emily’s face. Emily, becoming more and more enraptured, felt her mind being ripped apart, causing her even more intense pleasure.
Willow removed a hand from Emily’s face and dug into her own bag, pulling out a smooth, six inch sexy toy, white and clean. She leaned forward, kissing Emily for the first time, while she began to pleasure herself with it.
Hannah discovered that the more she attacked Emily’s pussy, the more of Willow infused Emily’s arousal, making her increasingly obsessed with Emily’s scent, her taste. Giving her pleasure was ecstasy.
Willow was penetrating herself with her sex toy, enjoying every moment of this. She reluctantly stopped and held the slippery wet dildo toward Hannah, “Hannah, take this. When I tell you to, put it deep inside her. Don’t use it on yourself, do you understand?”
Hannah dragged herself from between Emily’s legs instantly, her only desire to obey, and held the toy, looking at it hungrily. From Hannah’s own experience with Willow she knew that Willow’s power came from something her body produced, in her scent, her perspiration, and especially what made her wet. It took every bit of Hannah’s concentration to obey Willow’s command to save this precious object for Emily. Hannah could barely comprehend what this concentration of pure Willow, injected deep into her cunt, would do to Emily’s already fragile mind. Hannah brought the dripping phallus up to Emily’s swollen lips and waited.
Willow took Emily’s chin in her hand, and once again imprisoned her gaze, looking deeply into Emily’s soul. “Now Hannah,” she said.
Hannah penetrated the young woman with Willow’s toy, and instantly felt Emily clench down, pulling it deeper, trying to incorporate it into her own body. Emily gasped and moaned, and would have ed out if she hadn’t been staring helplessly into Willow’s eyes, unable to look away or blink.
Willow clapped her hand over Emily’s mouth to quiet her feral pleasure, as she spoke, “You are mine, you live for me, nothing and no one else matters. All love, all pleasure, all loyalty and devotion belong only to me.”
At that Emily came, shuddering, almost a seizure, as Willow filled her body, her heart, and her mind.
Whoever Emily was before, that woman was gone.