Notes

“Don’t Fight It”
“C’mere,” Ezekiel heard Evangelyn whisper from the hallway. He looked up to see the dark-haired Asian woman beckoning to him, a secretive smile dimpling her ruddy cheeks. “I’ve got something so cool to show you.” Evangelyn’s blue eyes sparkled with excitement as she punctuated the words with a few insistent nods in the direction of her office, just in case it was somehow possible that Ezekiel missed the implications of her words, and she practically bounced on her feet as if her body couldn’t quite wait to get moving.

With a familiar sigh of amused exasperation, Ezekiel levered himself out of his chair and locked his computer screen. He knew what this was about—it was a rare day when Evangelyn didn’t come back from her lunchtime walk with some little find she was enthusiastic over, from a little tree frog that she managed to coax off the bark of an elm to a baby garter snake to a particularly vivid pink flower she spotted just off the path. It wasn’t exactly the sort of thing that Ezekiel went gaga over the way his nature-loving co-worker did, but Ezekiel knew he’d never get anything done until he followed Evangelyn down the hall and made a few interested noises over the latest find.

“So what is it today?” Ezekiel asked, closing his office door behind him and following Evangelyn down the hall. “Did you find the last passenger pigeon or something?” He couldn’t help teasing Evangelyn just a little—the older woman was always telling Ezekiel that he’d feel so much better and more energetic and filled with zest for life if he only joined Evangelyn on her daily walks, but Ezekiel enjoyed relaxing with a good book too much to give up his lunch hour tromping down to the nearby wilderness reserve and back. Giving Evangelyn some good-natured teasing helped underscore Ezekiel's firm commitment to indolence.

Not that the woman seemed to notice the teasing. “Even better,” Evangelyn said, seemingly propelled down the hallway by her own anticipation. “Oh, just wait until you see it!” She flung open the door to her office and ushered Ezekiel inside, pointing to something on the desk that looked like a bundled-up old jacket. She closed the door behind them and darted past Ezekiel, pulling aside the loose cloth to reveal something smooth and white and perfectly round.

Ezekiel looked at it quizzically. “Is that an egg?” he asked, approaching the desk slowly while peering at the mystery object. It looked too big and round to be an egg, but Ezekiel remembered seeing a nature documentary that said that eggs came in all sorts of shapes and sizes based on the nesting habits of the bird and stuff. Maybe this was a crane egg, or an egret? It looked big—Ezekiel was pretty sure his hands would barely fit around it if he picked it up. Maybe it belonged to a heron? Ezekiel suddenly hoped that whatever it came from didn’t have a maternal instinct. Anything that could lay an egg that size probably wouldn’t have any trouble breaking a window with its beak.

“That was what I thought, too,” Evangelyn said from behind Ezekiel, her voice tinged ever so slightly with smug satisfaction. “But when I got closer to it, I realized it was something so much more special.” There was a strange quality to her words that set Ezekiel's hackles on edge, without exactly knowing why; it was that kind of low-key fanaticism that people got when they were trying to sell you on some shitty new nutrition supplement, or explaining the benefits of Scientology. That next step beyond enthusiasm into full-on obsession. It made Ezekiel a little nervous as he tentatively leaned in for a closer look at the not-egg.

“I dunno,” Ezekiel said warily. “Is it, like, made of quartz or something? Because I—ut.” Ezekiel felt the words dry up into an inarticulate grunt as the orb suddenly burst into a vibrant display of colors that practically dragged his eyeballs down into the swirling depths of the object. He gripped the edge of the desk as a sudden wave of vertigo washed over him, forcing him to lean heavily on the solid oak for support.

Ezekiel tried to ask Evangelyn what the hell was going on, what he was looking at, what was happening to him all of a sudden and why his gaze seemed to be inexplicably magnetized to the mysterious orb in front of him, but all that escaped his lips was another mumbled yelp of confusion. “Guh?” Ezekiel blurted out, trying to control his body and his mouth and his eyes and failing at all three.

“Ssh, shh, it’s okay,” Evangelyn cooed softly, coming up behind Ezekiel and gently petting him back. “It’s okay. Don’t try to fight her. It’s so much better when you stop resisting and let her inside your mind, Ezekiel. You wouldn’t be able to resist anyway, so why try?” Evangelyn’s fingers stroked Ezekiel’s black hair, caressing it as the orb continued its implacable pull on Ezekiel’s gaze. The colors flowed endlessly inward, creating an optical illusion of bottomless depth that seemed to swallow Ezekiel's mind more and more as he stared deeper and deeper. It felt like it was absolutely impossible to look away. Within moments, Ezekiel stopped even trying.

“Wh—I—whhuhhh?” Ezekiel managed to murmur, through lips that felt numb and nerveless. “Uuuuh?” He felt wave after wave of dizziness pounding away at his senses, stronger and stronger until all he could do was rest his weight on the desk and hold perfectly still. It didn’t feel unpleasant, though. On the contrary, it was the kind of giddy sensation that Ezekiel sometimes got when his sinus medication started to kick in, or back when he was in college doing a little pot with his girlfriend. As if just staring at the orb got him lightly stoned.

“I know,” Evangelyn purred, her hand roaming over Ezekiel’s back as the boy continued to gaze helplessly into the swirling colors. “I felt just the same way when it happened to me. You’re very confused right now, Ezekiel, but Delphina will give you all the answers you need, I promise. Once you stop struggling and let her into your mind, you’ll never be confused about anything again.”

“I...” Ezekiel didn’t think he was struggling, but as he watched the endless tunnel of light suck his thoughts down and down and down into those impossible depths, he felt some part of him that he hadn’t even been aware of before now beginning to relax. It was as if there was a muscle in his mind that had been clenched so long that he never even realized it could unclench, and the orb was stroking it gently until the tension melted out of it and something... slipped inside. “Ohhhh...” he whispered softly, feeling a strange thought push deeper and deeper into his will.

“That’s it,” Evangelyn said, her voice now filled completely with that same devotion that Ezekiel had noticed traces of earlier. She stroked her way down Ezekiel’s ass, down his thighs, her fingers curling in the fabric of Dawn’s shorts and slowly pulling it up. “It feels so good now, doesn’t it? All you want to do is just relax your will, more and more, and let it fill you with pleasure. With purpose. With meaning.”

Ezekiel nodded absently, his jaw going slack as he stared deeper and deeper into the orb and let his mind accommodate the intruding strange thought. He felt a surge of warm, dizzy euphoria flow into him as he relaxed his mental muscles more and more, feeling it push into him further and further with every passing moment. His body felt almost like an afterthought in the face of the orb’s mental manipulation, an abstract concept that held less and less meaning compared to the sensual communion he was experiencing... but then Evangelyn knelt down behind Ezekiel and pulled his underwear aside to expose his cock, and Ezekiel’s attention was quite thoroughly grabbed. “Wha?” he gasped, almost managing a complete sentence in his surprise.

“Sssh, sshh,” Evangelyn said softly, her breath tickling the inside of Ezekiel's thighs as she hushed the dazed, helpless boy in front of her. “Don’t fight it. Just let the pleasure fill your mind and body while you surrender to Delphina. It’s so good to submit, Ezekiel... and the bliss you’re feeling now is only the beginning.” She leaned in, placing his entire cock in her mouth, and began to slowly, sensuously suck Ezekiel's growing boner.

Ezekiel’s eyes rolled back in his head involuntarily as he felt Evangelyn's tongue slide round and round his tip, flicking over it with practiced precision before shoving his cock into her throat. “Wha, I, why?” he moaned, astonishment almost lending a moment of clarity to his thoughts. Ezekiel had never been eaten out like this before in his life. It would be the most astonishing thing that had ever happened to him, if not for the competition currently mind-fucking her as thoroughly as Evangelyn was mouth-fucking him.

“Mmmmm, so many reasons,” Evangelyn moaned, the vibrations carrying through Ezekiel's flesh and making Ezekiel's legs quake with desire. She continued speaking, punctuating every sentence with another long, suck of Ezekiel's throbbing cock. “Because you’re so much easier to program when you’re distracted. Because pleasure saps your will and melts your resistance. Because I’ve been wanting to do this for years, and Delphina promised me that I could have you. Because... mmmmmmm... because you taste fucking delicious, Ezekiel. Especially when Delphina is fucking your mind into compliance and it’s making you so. Fucking. Hard.”

“I—unnnnh!” Ezekiel whimpered, his eyelids fluttering as the simultaneous waves of mental and physical pleasure hammered him at once. The colors took on new shape and form in front of him, his mind’s eye suddenly bombarded with images beyond her comprehension. He saw images of servitude, him kneeling and begging to serve, Delphina riding him passionately.

“I, I don’t... wwwww... wwwhat?” Ezekiel gasped, his face contorting in bewilderment as he tried to comprehend the submissive thoughts infusing his brain. A thousand acts of servitude poured into his mind, each one more pleasurable than the next. He could feel his sanity slowly straining, the sea of pleasure he floated in the only thing that stood between him and total mental collapse. His jaw hung open, slack and drooling, as the visions threatened to crush his very sense of self.

And then he heard Evangelyn saying, “You’re struggling again, dear,” offering Ezekiel a lifeline away from the incomprehensible submissive concepts and back to solid reality. “Don’t try to think about it; just accept. Just submit. Focus on the pleasure and let your mind become what Delphina wills it to be.” Her mouth returned to Ezekiel's cock, sucking away at the hot flesh, but Ezekiel had already surrendered to the truth of her words. Thinking would only break his mind now. All he could do was obey.

As the visions slowly faded into blank, numb compliance, Ezekiel shuddered as one orgasm after another wracked his mind and body. He felt the vast power of Delphina fucking his will, pushing deeper and deeper into his mind. He felt Evangelyn's sure, confident tongue, finding exactly the right spot to send Ezekiel from one quivering climax to the next. He knew he was moaning, whimpering, desperately urging without words for his lovers to fuck him into total obedience, but he couldn’t make himself think about it. He couldn’t make herself think about anything. All he could do was cum and submit.

The pleasure flowed on and on, pulling Ezekiel's mind deeper and deeper into docile emptiness as he let herself become nothing more than a blank, obedient fucktoy while Delphina programmed him. He could feel his will being slowly rewritten as the ecstasy overwhelmed him, new directives imprinting themselves on the temporary tabula rasa inside his head while his brain simply shut down and accepted the self he was becoming. Ezekiel knew them on a level deeper than memory, new instincts to serve Delphina that he submitted to completely. Obedience is pleasure. Pleasure is obedience, They were a part of him now, as intimate as breathing.

“Obedience is pleasure. Pleasure is obedience,” Ezekiel mumbled, his jaw hanging loose, his eyes unseeing. He understood perfectly now. Delphina was his mistress, he had to obey her - It was only natural. People's minds were malleable and programmable. He would assist her in recruiting new slaves to serve her. He didn’t need to think about these things, or question them any longer. They were his new meaning. His new purpose. His ultimate pleasure.

Ezekiel slowly collapsed to the floor, his body still shaking as the aftershocks of bliss washed over him.

* * *
With a sigh of exhaustion, Enya shut down her computer and rose wearily to her feet, grabbing her jacket from the chair behind her and heading for the door. Billable hours were always a good thing, but she was more than ready to put the office behind her for one day. She decided to treat herself to a nice dinner, maybe even a movie. Just a little something to make her feel more like a human being again, and less like a—

Enya gasped in shock as she opened her office door to find Ezekiel and Evangelyn standing right outside it, smiling as though they’d been waiting there for hours just to see the look of surprise on her face. “We have something to show you,” they said in perfect unison, holding up something in front of Enya's face that looked a bit like a giant turtle egg. “Something so cool.”

Enya furrowed her brow. “What are you two—ut,” she managed to say. Then the colors took her.

THE END