Story: Side Effects of Hypnotism

 

 Truly, a more flawless plan could not be thought of in all of mankind's - no, better still, the entire Mendo family's prestigious history. Dancing topless in front of Ataru Moroboshi was the absolute best way for her to avoid doing anything lewd, the perfect way to ensure that she did not accidentally condition herself into being his obedient horny love slave.

"Uh, Ryoko, are you sure you want to take off your skirt?" Shinobu Miyake asked.

"Oh, she's sure! She's sure!" Ataru immediately interrupted. Yes indeed! She was quite certain that she wanted to dump this skirt to the ground! Dance here, in front of Lord Moroboshi (who was not a sex god) in only her underwear.

Her mind was whirling every bit as much as her body. The King's Game was very dangerous. Far too dangerous to be continued. Every round they would accidentally condition themselves into being enthralled by the copious amount of suggestibility enhancing brew seeping into their veins. Of course, the possibility of warning everyone of this never occurred to Ryoko even once. After all, that would mean admitting to a mistake, which to a Mendo was as impossible to do as touching your right hand to your right elbow.

Instead, she should guide these girls away from the King's game. Away from the possibility of being corrupted by its inherent nature. By every whim and will that might befall Ataru the next time he became King. As she spun around this pole wearing nothing but panties, Ryoko felt absolutely certain of her scheme. It would distract him, and keep them all safe at the same time! Brilliant! Truly brilliant!

Though there was this nagging doubt about something or other in the back of her mind. If only she could place what it was. Perhaps if she leaned over like this while holding onto the pole and gently rotated her hips, while sticking her butt right in Ataru's face, she could figure something out.

"Eh? So are you gonna teach us how to dance like this, or ain't you?" Ryuunosuke interrupted. Oh dear, so uncouth, this young lady desperately needed a better upbringing than this. Demanding something of her betters like that, it really was quite rude and unbecoming. Still, Ryoko was feeling benevloant, so she would teach them all how to shake their butts for the not-god of sex watching her intently at that very moment.

"It's quite simple really," Ryoko said. "The action is mostly in the hips." To emphasise this point, she pulled away from the pole and held the rest of her body rigid, hands on top of her head, then rocked her hips back and forth like a pendulum. "You see the effect it has on the rest of the body?" Yes, just like a pendulum. Heh! Look at the way Moroboshi's eyes were glued to her pelvic region. She could have probably used this to put him under her spell, no need for incense or a swinging coin. Merely dance for him. Dance for his lustful gaze. It would have been so much more enjoyable that way, dancing like this was... fun.

"Eh, like this?" Oh dear. Ryunosuke wasn't getting it at all. The poor dear had her hands on top of her head, much like Ryoko did, but was being a lot more rough and shaky in her movements, like she had no experience at all in moving that way.

Fortunately Lum was at hand. She slipped behind Ryunosuke and put her hands on the tomboyish girl's hips. "No, more like this," and began to gently guide them, back and forth, back and forth, until it was much more pendulum-like. Lum herself was also starting to move in that way, much more naturally than Ryunosuke was. Indeed, she struck Ryoko as the dancing sort, so this must be much easier for her to take on board.

There's always one killjoy in a group, though. "I can't believe what you're doing!" Shinobu yelled. "Dancing like this is so-  So Perverted!"

Perverted. It's perverted. Perverted perverted perverted. Ryoko could feel that word echoing around her skull as she continued to dance. Ah, was this the effect of the incense? Was it playing havoc with her suggestibility again? D-Dancing like this is perverted... No, she should deny that possibility with all of her strength, otherwise her thinking would be influenced by - By -

...

Actually, now that she thought about it, this was a quite lewd thing she was doing, wasn't it? She was in her underwear, no bra, moving her mostly nude body while Ataru watched. She was doing it for his amusement, showing off her figure, how could this be anything but perverted! Ryoko's hand trembled as she tried to stop herself. If dancing like this was perverted, then wasn't she a pervert for enjoying dancing like this?

Yes. That's exactly what it meant. It meant that they were lewd perverted girls who enjoyed shaking their butts for a man's enjoyment! But not just any man. Ataru Moroboshi God of - <i><b>He's not the fucking god of sex!</b></i>

"Oh, Shinobu, what's the harm?" Ataru innocently asked while not so innocently craning his neck to get a better look at all three of them at once. "You'll have fun if you join in, you know?"

"if I join in..." Shinobu muttered back, and then she began to rock her hips gently as well. "I'd have fun..."

Grk! Seeing it in action was a little unsettling when you know what's going on. She was risking a loss of her sense of self, which should be preposterous, because a Mendo's sense of self was worth ten times its weight in gold! No, perhaps even a hundred times! Her pride was waging a war against her curiosity - how far could this go? How far could they fall? How potent was this incense? However, the knowledge of that answer would potentially involve her having <i>sex</i> with Ataru Moroboshi, who she found interesting, quirky, maybe a little bit handsome and fun to be around, but was he a potential lover for one of her station?

<i>It would drive your brother absolutely up the fucking wall.</i>

That alone was enough to turn him from a hard no to a maybe. But hold on! Was that her own valid reasoning, or was it her attempting to justify the inevitable decision to give him a try? At this point she was second guessing herself at every turn. Any choice she made might be leading her into becoming Ataru Moroboshi's brainwashed love slave, and she would likely not realise it until it was already too late!

That was the nature of the trap she was in. Her attempts to guide herself to freedom might be causing more and more chains to wrap around herself. At the same time, sitting still in place would allow those chains to ensnare her anyway. Anyone else caught in such a situation would be completely powerless to move. They would be frightened of doing the wrong thing, paralysed by indecision, unable to act, unable to think, and then at that moment they would have instantly lost without even fighting. They would watch as Ryunosuke's trousers shimmied down her body as her hips became more used to moving in the right way. They would have watched Lum's splending thighs behind Ryunosuke's body, creamy and delicious and licked their lips in anticipation of touching them. They would have watched as Shinobu slowly, oh so slowly began to join the dance while still muttering protestations. They would have watched as Ryoko's friends all threw themselves into the swing of things wholeheartedly, stripping off their clothes with almost religious fervour to show off for the God of Sex.

Then, they would have daydreamed about being pushed down to the ground. The towering figure of Ataru Moroboshi, God of Sex, standing over her. The prime example of masculinity. Rugged features, rippling biceps. Powerful, mighty, yet slender and caring at the same time. They would have laid back and allowed him to use his enormous penis as only a being as skilled and talented at pleasing a woman could, thrusting deep within her, driving her to the brink of madness from sheer pleasure, giving her such an intense time that the mere act of watching would bring the other girls to climax!

Well, she wasn't going to do that. Not any of it. Especially not that daydream. Because she. Was. A. Fucking. Mendo! Indecision didn't happen to them, it happened to other people with less worthy upbringing. She was going to make a fucking decision on what to do, and ignore the little voice telling her, warning her, pleading with her, not to do something rash or stupid. She'd push on through with it, because Mendos do not make mistakes. Got it? Right!

Therefore she was going to do the optimal thing for this situation - and sit in Ataru's lap. The perfect plan!

"Now, Ryunosuke, this is what Lum was doing earlier on," Ryoko said, grinding her hips into Ataru's body. Much to his great amusement, if that smile was anything to go by. Hehehe! He'd be smiling out the other side of his (handsome) face in a minute. If she can give Ataru Moroboshi a lapdance and walk away with her virginity intact, then she would have proved it without a shadow of a doubt. He had no hold over her! He was no God of Sex if he couldn't take a girl giving him a lapdance of her own volition and <i>pound her pussy so hard that her brain turned to a sloppy mulch.</i>

As for the others? Let them fall. She didn't give a shit about them. This was about her needs, her wants, her desires. Her proof to herself that she was better than some mind manipulating incense.

"Hehehehe!" Ataru said, rubbing his hands with glee. He reached out for her breasts - but Ryoko firmly grabbed his wrists when his fingertips were mere inches away.

"First rule of lapdancing," Ryoko said. "Never let the man touch you however he wants. Maintain control at all times."

"What happens if you don't?" Saeko asked, leaning over Ataru's shoulder. His left one. Like a devil offering selfish advice.

"Yes, Ryoko! How are we to understand your lesson if we don't understand why we shouldn't do something?" Kioko added, leaning over the right shoulder.

Of course, they were correct. As a Mendo, she simply knew and fully understood the reasons why things should not be done a certain way. For that reason, she let go of his wrists and let his hands reach their - Ah! Reach their d-destination, where they wasted little time in - In! Sq-squeezing and kneading, groping and caressing. Taking the time to feel out their shape, rubbing his thumb across her nipples, which were harder than she had thought. She'd never let a man touch her before. She had no basis of comparison. Was this what it was like? She felt so... Intimate with him at this moment in time.

"A-As you can see, it feels good!" Ryoko burbled. "It feels sooooo good you can't quite focus on your - Ah! Right there! - Dancing!"

It's new. That's the reason she felt this way. It's because it's new. You've never had this experience before, so it feels fresh and exciting when it's much, much more likely that - oooh! She was being overwhelmed by a new sensation, and that other men could make her feel better than this. The feeling she was having was purely psychosomatic, likely a subconscious side effect caused by - Caused by the lingering effects of the incense. All she had to do was power past this. Push past it. Push by it. Leave it in the dust and she would be free!

"Very nice, Ryu-chan!" Ataru sang. He nudged Ryoko, pushing her to spin around in his lap so that her back was pressed up against his chest. At first, she thought this would be less erotic. How wrong she was. Now his cheek was pressed up against hers, and he had much more motion to squeeze her breasts all that he wanted. "you're starting to get the hang of this now! Any advice for her Ryoko?"

In front of her was an amazing sight. Lum was making full use of her flight abilities to pole dance up towards the top of the pole, while down below Ryunosuke had grasped it with her hands and was grinding her back up against it. Her hips were now moving back and forth like a pendulum, shaking her ass, which was splendidly athletic and toned, for Ataru's amusement. No doubt trying to hypnotise him... Or perhaps to put Ryoko under instead.

"Blegh..." Ryoko began. Oh dear, at some point her tongue had rolled out the corner of her mouth. How crass and uncouth of her. She pushed her tongue back into her mouth as she wriggled back against the hard lump that had formed in Ataru's lap. There. Much better. Let it lie between her naked cheeks. Huh? Naked? Oh, that's right. She had taken off her underwear and discarded it already. "N-Not bad," Ryoko said. "Your hips are doing the talking for you now" But there was still something missing. She was now getting things mechanically right, but watching her and watching Lum, it was like night and day. Mechanically everything was there, but the soul wasn't in it.

"She's trying to copy Lum," Ataru said after a moment's thought. "She's watching Lum and trying to dance the same way. Why don't you try moving your body the way you wanna move it, Ryu-chan? Let your inner feminine side out. Don't think about it. Let the dance flow into you."

Let the dance flow into you. Such sage advice. Already, Ryoko could see improvements. It felt more natural, more complete, more... correct.

"Ah! Ah!" Shinobu grunted and wheezed, her skirt hitting the floor as she started to dance as well, though was seemingly unaware of what she was doing. "Maybe we should stop playing the King's Game and try something else? We're all starting to act like harem girls."

Harem girls. Acting like harem girls. Those words were like a hammer to her brain, pounding away at the skull,over and over again. Harem girl, behaving like a harem girl.  A harem girl for Ataru. Dancing was fun, but it was also something only perverted girls would enjoy. Which meant that Ryoko was a pervert. A pervert who was naked and sitting in Ataru's lap while other girls danced for his amusement. How sure was she that this was the work of some suggestibility incense? Maybe-  Maybe this whole thing had been orchestrated by Ataru from the start?

"Hrm, maybe we should?" Lum said. "There's this one Earth game I'd heard of, which sounded fun, but I've never really given it a go."

M-Maybe this was the first time in history that a Mendo had lost to an outsider? Or maybe victory meant something else in this context? After all, one could hardly call feeling really, really fucking good a loss. Can you now?

"What's it called?" Ryunosuke asked, squatting down with her legs split apart, showing off absolutely everything in the process.

"Hide the salami," was Lum's response. And she was right. That did sound fun. "What do you say, Ryoko?"

"A harem is fine too..." Ryoko muttered, leaning back into Ataru's chest. The God of Sex was her master now. But that wasn't a loss. It was only possible to read that as a total and magnificent victory.