turned her into a nymphomaniac. Knowing she couldn't be put into a hypnotic state against her will made her feel a little better. Unfortunately, none of them could remember exactly what was said during the times her trigger had been set off.
So now they experimented--endlessly.
"Message from Mr. Jerry," Asher clicked the screen and began to read. "Dear Polly, I've spoken with your father and he sends his love. Your mother is still upset about you shopping for a wedding dress without her, but your father is working on her temper. I sent her the information about what you want on your wedding invitations and that seemed to calm her down a bit. She's angry with you, but I think she'll come around." Asher took a deep breath and continued, "Your cousin is still on the outs with the family. Your father wants you to try to find her and talk some sense into her. He thinks you're the only one that can figure out where she is. Have to run, enjoy your time with your bridesmaids. Love, Adam."
"Bridesmaids?" she said in a dry voice and pretended to ponder "I wonder where we could find a dress big enough to fit you."
Kent ignored her pretending to measure him. "Glad to know Mr. Jerry got through to the Sanjit. I hope he didn't tip the anarchists off."
Asher smirked. "As paranoid as Mr. Jerry is? I doubt even his wife knew what he was doing."
"I wish I could talk to my dad." She toyed with the ends of her hair "He would be overjoyed with my makeover." Laughing softly, she sauntered over to Asher and brushed her lips over his ear as she whispered, "Since you made me take out my lip ring, maybe I should get my nipples pierced instead."
His low growl of approval sent a bolt of desire through her but he kept his attention focused on the computer. "Back to work." Giving her a swat on the butt, he gently pushed her back toward Kent.
She grabbed a handful of roasted almonds. "Can we take a break?"
"No," both men answered in unison.
"Candy, randy, car, bar, feet, neck, tension, lotion." Asher typed the words into a spreadsheet as Kent said them.
"You know, this is like some kind of fucked up free association therapy session." She popped an almond into her mouth and crunched on it. "Candy makes you randy so you take your car to the bar where someone strokes your neck with their feet. They leave you high and dry, so full of tension you grab your jack off lotion."
Kent glared at her while Asher tried to muffle his laughter. "If you keep it up, I'm going to have to spank you for your sassy mouth."
Chewing the almond more slowly, she ran her hand over her breasts. Kent followed her touch and his lips narrowed into a firm line. They wouldn't play with her until they found her trigger, and she took a perverse pleasure in tormenting them. It wasn't fair, or nice, but it did help take her mind off what they were trying to do.
The hypnotic suggestion no longer worked, and she was overjoyed that she couldn't be turned into a mindless zombie. Now if they could break her nymphomaniac switch…
"You want to turn my bottom pink?" She purred and tweaked her now hard nipples. "Do you think you can make me come from spanking?"
Asher barked from the computer, "Stop being such a bitch. We're trying to save your life."
A shudder ripped through her body and she dropped the remaining almonds to the stone floor. Hot desire tightened her already aroused body. Taking a deep breath, she focused on Kent and bit her lower lip.
Kent sat up, his blue eyes wide and intense. "Princess?"
"Trigger," she whispered.
Asher's voice was all business. "Stop. Being. Such." They watched her closely, judging her reaction from each word. "A. Bitch."
Her spine bowed and she tried to remove her shirt from her suddenly too sensitive skin. Rational thought left her as the need spread.
"Thank God," Kent muttered and stood. His cock tented out from his pants. "I thought I was going to have to go jerk off before I lost it."
"On your knees." Asher's voice stroked over her and
So now they experimented--endlessly.
"Message from Mr. Jerry," Asher clicked the screen and began to read. "Dear Polly, I've spoken with your father and he sends his love. Your mother is still upset about you shopping for a wedding dress without her, but your father is working on her temper. I sent her the information about what you want on your wedding invitations and that seemed to calm her down a bit. She's angry with you, but I think she'll come around." Asher took a deep breath and continued, "Your cousin is still on the outs with the family. Your father wants you to try to find her and talk some sense into her. He thinks you're the only one that can figure out where she is. Have to run, enjoy your time with your bridesmaids. Love, Adam."
"Bridesmaids?" she said in a dry voice and pretended to ponder "I wonder where we could find a dress big enough to fit you."
Kent ignored her pretending to measure him. "Glad to know Mr. Jerry got through to the Sanjit. I hope he didn't tip the anarchists off."
Asher smirked. "As paranoid as Mr. Jerry is? I doubt even his wife knew what he was doing."
"I wish I could talk to my dad." She toyed with the ends of her hair "He would be overjoyed with my makeover." Laughing softly, she sauntered over to Asher and brushed her lips over his ear as she whispered, "Since you made me take out my lip ring, maybe I should get my nipples pierced instead."
His low growl of approval sent a bolt of desire through her but he kept his attention focused on the computer. "Back to work." Giving her a swat on the butt, he gently pushed her back toward Kent.
She grabbed a handful of roasted almonds. "Can we take a break?"
"No," both men answered in unison.
"Candy, randy, car, bar, feet, neck, tension, lotion." Asher typed the words into a spreadsheet as Kent said them.
"You know, this is like some kind of fucked up free association therapy session." She popped an almond into her mouth and crunched on it. "Candy makes you randy so you take your car to the bar where someone strokes your neck with their feet. They leave you high and dry, so full of tension you grab your jack off lotion."
Kent glared at her while Asher tried to muffle his laughter. "If you keep it up, I'm going to have to spank you for your sassy mouth."
Chewing the almond more slowly, she ran her hand over her breasts. Kent followed her touch and his lips narrowed into a firm line. They wouldn't play with her until they found her trigger, and she took a perverse pleasure in tormenting them. It wasn't fair, or nice, but it did help take her mind off what they were trying to do.
The hypnotic suggestion no longer worked, and she was overjoyed that she couldn't be turned into a mindless zombie. Now if they could break her nymphomaniac switch…
"You want to turn my bottom pink?" She purred and tweaked her now hard nipples. "Do you think you can make me come from spanking?"
Asher barked from the computer, "Stop being such a bitch. We're trying to save your life."
A shudder ripped through her body and she dropped the remaining almonds to the stone floor. Hot desire tightened her already aroused body. Taking a deep breath, she focused on Kent and bit her lower lip.
Kent sat up, his blue eyes wide and intense. "Princess?"
"Trigger," she whispered.
Asher's voice was all business. "Stop. Being. Such." They watched her closely, judging her reaction from each word. "A. Bitch."
Her spine bowed and she tried to remove her shirt from her suddenly too sensitive skin. Rational thought left her as the need spread.
"Thank God," Kent muttered and stood. His cock tented out from his pants. "I thought I was going to have to go jerk off before I lost it."
"On your knees." Asher's voice stroked over her and
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