“Well, I wouldn’t trust the new company protocol,” I said over my mimosa in the bright hotel courtyard. “Ever since the merger, I heard a few people from HR say they don’t trust agree with the new company guidelines.”

“Hey! What’s going on over there?” said Ted, the person I was talking to, as he twisted his head. The company always threw their annual picnic at the fanciest hotel in town, probably just to show off how much money they had to burn. They always found the weirdest entertainment, too.

“It looks like that hypnotist act already started!” he said before walking over to the crowd.

A hypnotist act?

Seriously? The company couldn’t find anything less tacky? I wandered across the hotel courtyard with the rest of everyone to see what the commotion was about. The show was already underway and I could see the tall commanding figure of the hypnotist speaking quietly to a few volunteers who seemed rapt with attention.

Evidently, Jane from marketing had volunteered first and was now delivering the company sales pitch as a swashbuckling pirate.

“Arrgh! And if ye be looking to plunder a mighty haul of booty, then ye better entrust your dublooms in the good company’s hands!”

Jane was a natural actor and probably just got off on being the center of attention. I could see the hypnotist working their way through the crowd, whispering into some people’s ears, waving their fingers in front of others. Invariably, their victims wavered and then buckled one by one, dropping under the hypnotist’s trance. The hypnotist would leave them standing with a glassy look in their eye and then move to the next bystander.

They were at least twenty people away from me. I could enjoy the show a little and then duck out before they saw me. I sure as hell didn’t want to be up there giving a TPS report in my underwear or something.

The office intern, Tim, pranced around on the stage, running up on all fours and barking over Jane’s spiel like a high-strung poodle.

“Avast!” Jane hollered as Tim grabbed hold of her leg and humped it like a horny puppy. “Mind your manners, cur! Or I’ll have ye walk the plank, I will!”

The crowd was roaring with laughter, completely distracted as the hypnotist snaked through the crowd, pulling more and more people into their power. At one point, one of the waiters walked to the front and announced that coffee would be served shortly.

“Coffee?” said Cynthia, the busty receptionist, as she jumped out of the crowd. She grabbed her large tits through her sundress and bobbled them up and down. “Would anyone like cream with theirs?”

The crowd bellowed as Cynthia shook her tits in her hands and then suddenly looked down, confused and surprised to be groping her own chest. She shrugged dismissively and took her place in the crowd.

The hypnotist was only a handful of people away from me now. It might be a good time to make a strategic exit to the bar, but wait! What was that asshole Bill from upper management doing? He was stalking around the stage with his arms curled in front of him like a T-rex, running to hump every table and chair in sight.

“Yaargh! How’s a buccaneer supposed to get any work done on this deck?” Marketing pirate Jane moaned comically. “And what’s your deal, you scabrous mutineer?”

“RAAARR! I’m Humpersaurus Rex!” Bill roared.

It was too much. I couldn’t stop laughing.

A voice came out of the crowd.

“Someone get Humpersaurus some coffee!!”

“Coffee! Sure! Does anybody want cream?” Cynthia said, automatically repeating her boob juggling act.

Suddenly a hand was on my shoulder, putting just enough pressure to stop me from jerking away.

“Keep watching the show,” a voice said in my ear before I had time to turn.

“You’re having a good time…just watching the show…

Listen…

Focus...

Let go…

You’re here to relax…

Watch the show and relax…”

Wait. Was this really how you hypnotized someone? No way was I going to fall for this!

“Focus and watch the show and listen to my voice because my voice is soothing and it’s soothing you right now as you relax just watching the show as you focus and listen to my voice as you relax for my soothing voice just watching the show…”

What were they talking about again? I’m just trying to watch the show…they really did have a nice voice…

“…focus and don’t worry that your eyes are getting heavy because you won’t get hypnotized if you just watch the show and you close your eyes and you just sleep.”

Something pressed down on my shoulder. Was I falling? Was I floating?

“Sleep.”

My eyes closed. I wanted to sleep.

“Sleep.”

Sleep…yes…sleep…

“Sleep. Balancing easy on your feet…focusing on my voice…”

Yes. I was focused on the hypnotist’s voice.

Yes. I was enjoying the show.

Yes. It felt nice to listen to their voice.

Yes. I could just do what their voice tells me.

Yes. I could just keep watching the show. So funny. So silly.

Yes. I could remember to follow all instructions given to me by my hypnotist.

Yes. It’s so fun and relaxing to be hypnotized.

Yes. Drifting up, awake and aware, but still secretly hypnotized and following my instructions…

I blinked and saw Nate, the security guard, in a barking match with Tim, who was on all fours standing protectively next to Jane, who, for her part, was now singing a commercial jingle in the form of a sea shanty.

I held my sides. I couldn’t stop laughing. It was just so funny! I loved this show!

Finally, the hypnotist went over to Jane and whispered something in her ear. Jane let her head float along with the hypnotist’s commands with a wide, mindless smile on her face.

I strained my ears, trying to hear what they were saying.

“…and ready to use that power in 3…2…1…”

SNAP!

Jane blinked, her head jerking straight up with the hypnotist’s snap and then turned to the other volunteers barking on the floor and humping the chairs.

“Arrgh! That’s enough already, you flea-ridden sea dogs!” She took out a simple pen and brandished it at the volunteers like a magic wand. “Now prepare ye to suffer as I use this here pirate magic wand to turn you into a pig!”

She pointed the ‘wand’ at Tim.

“Ka-Zaam!” She yelled.

Tim immediately swooned and then began snorting and sniffing at the ground.

“Oink! Oink, oink, oink!”

“And you there!” Jane pointed her pen at Nate. “You can be that dino fella’s girlfriend. Arrgh! Let’s turn you into girly Humpersaurus!” She flicked the pen. “Ka-Zaam!!”

Mark looked like his the magic blast from the pen had completely obliterated his mind as he started stalking around like a horny dinosaur. He marched over to Bill who was madly humping a tent pole and growled flirtatiously. Bill stopped and the two circled each other putting on the most ridiculous Humpersaurus mating ritual imaginable.  

“And as for the rest of ye sea dogs,” Jane said, wheeling on the crowd. “I hereby declare that this ship doesn’t have enough poultry onboard. Prepare yourselves to be my mindless flock of chickens now! Chicken Ray! Ba-KAWK!”

Jane zapped one of the tech engineers from afar with her pen and he immediately started flapping his arms like a chicken. She pointed again and again and again turning every third person in the crowd into a stupefied, bokking chicken.

I just kept laughing and laughing until I realized with a flash of panic that Jane was aiming her pen at me.

“Chicken Ray! Ba-KAWK!!”

It was like some dizzying blast of energy slammed into me and suddenly my arms stopped being arms. I didn’t have hands, I had wings. I only knew how to flap. I strutted on my sturdy legs scratching at the ground. I tried to say something, but I didn’t understand words.

“Bawk! BAWWK!!”

All around me, other chickens, pigs and cows were milling around while Jane cackled evilly. The rest of the crowd, who never got the business end of the wand, clapped and doubled over in laughter. One of the managers held out their hand to me.

“Here, chick, chick, chick…”

“Bawk?” What were they saying? Did they have something nice? I hopped over, pecking at their hand curiously.

All of a sudden, a loud, high electronic chime buzzed through the air. I could feel it reverberate through my bones, saturating my mind. All around me, the sounds of talking died and everyone wore the same empty, blank expression on their face. My mind felt like a clear, empty pond, the compelling chime holding me, peaceful as a floating lily.

I stood on my feet, my arms hanging, no longer chicken wings. The sound reset me and I stood still and peaceful, focused and relaxed.

The chiming bell faded and in the quiet stillness the hypnotist’s voice sounded crisp and clear.

“You will follow us into suite H.”

Yes. I will follow them into suite H. It was so relaxing to not think. To not do anything but follow instructions.

I followed like everyone else, walking step by step into the hotel, down the hall, into the large interior space holding rows of chairs. I didn’t feel the need to ask questions. I was so focused, following my instructions.

“You feel warm. You will take your clothes off as you enter the room. This will make you feel good. You don’t need to worry about it.”

Why was this room so stifling? It was unbearable in here. Suddenly the notion of taking off my clothes seemed like the best thing in the world. I should be comfortable, just like everybody else.

As we filed into the room, we dropped our clothes into bags held by people I didn’t recognize. It was okay, though. I just had to follow instructions and not worry about it.

Cynthia from reception was in front of me, her wide creamy hips swaying lazily as she walked. I saw the hypnotist come up to her and put their hand on her heavy breast, groping and squeezing it.

“Mmm…don’t forget the coffee…” I heard the hypnotist whisper.

“…mmmwannn…cream?” Cynthia muttered, sleepily. The hypnotist bounced her tit in their hand and then let her slip past.

As I entered the room, I noticed that all the chairs had desks attached to them, as if we were being corralled into a school classroom. The employees all started finding their chairs, naturally filling up the seats row by row. I took my seat, feeling the smooth polished wood on my bare skin. I kept thinking thoughts in the hypnotist’s voice.

It’s important to listen.

It’s important to focus.

It’s important to obey and follow instructions.

Good students listen and obey.

Good students learn the rules.

Good students accept their lessons.

Good students don’t question their teachers.

Yes. I knew all this. I knew how to behave in school. I knew how to obey and listen. I knew to listen to the hypnotist.

Once everyone was seated, a short lady with flaring hips and a dazzling smile walked in and stood at the head of the room. Marla Logan, head of HR, surveyed the dazed gathering with a satisfied, if somewhat distant, smile. She trained her eyes on us and I sat up straighter.

Good students listen to instructions.

“I’m so glad you are all enjoying the entertainment today,” she said, her voice clear and oddly muted. She had a nice voice. It was easy to listen to her, just like it was easy to listen to the hypnotist.

“The company asked me to take a moment and clarify any doubts on the new merger protocol. I know there has been a lot of rumors flying around, but right now you can all relaaaaxxx…”

Relax. I was there to relax.

“Some of the details I’ll be explaining might be a bit tedious,” Mrs. Logan said with a disarming smile. “So, you should feel free to adjust yourselves. Move, get comfortable. It does feel very warm in here, doesn’t it?”

Mrs. Logan let her black blazer slip off her shoulders. Two full breasts supported in a light purple corset bounded into view.

“And if you need to move or do anything at all to make yourself feel better, more peaceful, more at ease, then please do!”

Mrs. Logan’s pants followed her blazer. I gazed at my HR director now strutting on the stage in her lingerie with a giant grin on her face. I didn’t ask questions though. It was important to accept my lessons.

“And if you feel the need to pleasure yourselves,” the middle-aged woman slid two fingers up and down her clit while her other hand fondled her breast. “Please do! Self-pleasure is a fantastic way to relax and relieve stress. You should all masturbate and not worry about the boring things I’m saying.”

My mouth hung open, my brain feeling stuck while my hand wandered across my body. It teased between my legs but then I pulled back. I…I don’t touch myself in public like this…

“You feel safe. You want to feel pleasure.” The voice of the hypnotist echoed through my head, like they were standing right behind me. “You feel warm. You want to feel pleasure.”

Yes. I wanted to feel pleasure.

“You want to touch yourself. You want to feel pleasure.”

Yes. I wanted to feel pleasure. I wanted to touch myself.

My hand went to work and I was flooded with waves of warm, sticky pleasure that drowned my thoughts and put an empty smile on my face.

I loved to listen. I loved to follow instructions.

“That’s great everyone!” Mrs. Logan walked around to the front of the presenter’s table and lifted one of her powerful, tapered legs onto the surface, giving all of us a spectacular view of her pussy as she pushed two fingers in and out. With her other hand she held up a small crystal pendant, embossed with the company logo. She let it dangle and swing in front of her face while she followed it with her eyes.

I started following it too. I wanted to follow along and obey instructions.

“We’re doing so well just losing ourselves in a warm haze of pleasure.” Mrs. Logan said in a dreamy voice, her eyes tracking the swinging pendant. “The company wants us to feel pleasure. It’s pleasurable to listen to the company”

Yes. The company wants me to feel pleasure. It feels so good to listen to the company.

“We love to listen to the company. We trust the company. The company is never wrong.”

Yes. The company is always right. It felt so good to think what I was told.

“The company knows best. We are loyal to the company. We obey whatever the company tells us.”

I could hear the other employees around me, grunting and moaning as they rubbed their pussy or stroked their cocks shamelessly. All of us were mesmerized by Mrs. Logan enjoying herself while she dangled the pretty pendant for everyone to see. I heard Cynthia next to me, chanting to herself while she frantically tapped on her clit and squeezed one of her round tits.

“Obey the company…loyal to the company…obey the company…loyal to the company…Oh!”

“Yes! Yes! We are owned by the company! We will submit all our time to the company. The company demands all our attention. All our focus. We focus on serving the company.”

I could hardly even follow Mrs. Logan’s rantings, her voice becoming unsteady as she struggled to keep the pretty pendant swinging. I felt a desperate need pounding away at my mind, begging for release, but I couldn’t cum yet. The company hadn’t told me to yet.

“Feel our pleasure getting stronger…stronger…more intense…feel it as we get closer and closer to the edge…”

I was burning up! All I wanted to do was erupt and let my orgasm claim me. I’d do anything! Anything the company told me!

So close…

DOOOOOOOOOOP… the electric chime sounded through the room. I felt it invade my mind, pacifying me. The storm of pleasure calmed down, lowering to a simmer as the beautiful sound calmed me and directed my focus.

Mrs. Logan smiled at us, holding a small pushpad with a black button. She glanced around the room as all of us gradually let ourselves stop masturbating and refocused on the HR director.

“That’s very good, employees. The bell soothes our minds. The bell erases our doubts. Whenever we have a question, the bell is the answer.”

I struggled to make sense of what she was saying through my fog of pleasure. I didn’t get very far before Mrs. Logan pushed the button. The sound of the bell washed over me and I didn’t question her.

It was important to follow the company’s instructions.

“You are all doing very well,” Mrs. Logan said. The hypnotist walked over to her and whispered a few words in her ear. She nodded as her eyes fluttered a little and then she picked up her head, grinning at us like a hungry cat.

“Let’s practice a few more times before we sign our new company contracts,” she announced.

She lifted the crystal pendant. My hand went back to my crotch as she began to swing it while reciting our lessons.

“We obey the company. We listen to the company. The company has so many great ideas…”

I was standing in the sun again with a drink in my hand ready to hear the CEO and the board make their customary, bland toast. The rest of the employees are standing around me, some of them blinking and glancing around, confused. I felt just a little hazy as well.

Weren’t we just watching the hypnotist’s show?

“Ladies and gentlemen,” the CEO said, raising his glass to the sky. “The board and I cannot thank you enough for making this one of the most successful, profitable companies in our sector. Believe me when I say that none of it would be possible without your loyalty and cooperation.

I found myself nodding along with the speech along with everyone else.

Yes. We were loyal.

Yes. We were cooperative.

Mrs. Logan and a few other HR interns were milling through the crowd, handing out thick packets of paper and smooth, shiny pens to everyone. Mrs. Logan came up to me and I couldn’t help letting my eyes slide down to her plunging cleavage. She just gave me a knowing smile and pressed the pen and paper into my hands.

“And now we’ve come to the moment of truth, the moment to sign on to our new, improved employee protocol. Now I know there are a lot of complicated legal terms in there, but we don’t want you to worry about that. You can all just sign on the dotted line and not worry about it.”

I frowned. What was my boss trying to get me to sign? Something didn’t seem right.

From the front of the audience, Mrs. Logan reached into her blouse and pulled out her pushpad, clicking the button. A loud, clear electric bell buzzed through my head.

Everything was alright.

The company knew best.

It was so important to follow instructions.

It felt so good to obey the company.

These were the only thoughts in my head as I happily signed page after page, initialing where Mrs. Logan told me to until I signed the whole packed. Mrs. Logan took the contract out of my hands and gave me flirtacious wink.

“Good!” The CEO called. “And now I think it’s time we all relaxed…”

Yes. I wanted to relax.

I felt my hands taking off my clothes.

I could see the other employees relaxing, stripping naked, letting themselves touch and enjoy each other’s bodies. I looked up and saw Mrs. Logan sucking off the CEO while a gang of men from management serviced one of the older female board members, laying her out on the table and filling her snatch while she writhed like a nymph.

I turned and saw Cynthia, her head wobbling on her neck in a daze as she struggled to get her sun dress loose.

I went over to lend her a hand. Employees should be helpful, after all.

“There you go,” I said, suddenly filled with a strange desire. “You know what I could really use after today?”

Cynthia gaped stupidly at me, her gaze running up and down my naked body.

“A good cup of coffee,” I answered for her. I didn’t really drink coffee.

“Oh!” Cynthia said, slightly confused before a new purpose filled up her head. She smiled and hefted up her fantastic breasts. “Would you like cream?”

She smothered my face in her cleavage. I sighed as pleasure rippled through me feeling her soft body squirming against mine.

I loved the company! I was so happy to work there every day…for the rest of my life…