Enthralling the Queen (Hypno Lord Book 5)

In this 4000 word short story, Queen Anne I, ruler of England, has a meeting with a strange man who purports to be on a mission of the utmost importance. His mission, however, is to enthrall her and make her obey his every whim- will she be able to resist his hypnotic power, or will she become simply the next helpless, obedient toy of the Hypno Lord?



EXCERPT



“Look into my eyes, your Majesty.” He said. “Look into my eyes, feel yourself being carried away by them. Feel my voice sweeping you up, feel it carrying you into the deep, endless pleasure, the deep, endless relaxation that you see in my eyes. As you stare into my eyes, as you listen to my voice, you’re going deeper and deeper into my trance. Do you understand?”

“Y…yes…” Anne said. She could not look away from his eyes. They dominated her, eclipsing her vision, allowing nothing else to exist. The world seemed to melt away, disappearing into nothingness, and all that existed were those eyes, those piercing blue eyes, the eyes that seemed to take her away, steal her away, keep her under their spell.

“Good, Anne. Very good.” He said. “Just look into my eyes, don’t look away. Let them enter into you, let them take you. You’re feeling very relaxed, so wonderful, so peaceful. You’re feeling very obedient. You want to listen to me, don’t you? You want to obey any command I give you.”

Dimly, she realized something was terribly wrong. She realized that he was attempting to hypnotize her- and he was succeeding, turning her into his helpless toy. And yet… she couldn’t stop him, didn’t want to stop him. She was so relaxed, she felt so wonderful, it seemed far too much effort to do anything. But she had to- she had to resist him.

“N…no…” she managed weakly, a small part of her managing to assert control, managing to speak out against the wave of almost all-encompassing relaxation she felt. He brought his lips up to her mouth, silencing her weak attempt at resistance.
“Shh.” He said. “You don’t want to resist. You like to feel good, don’t you?”

“Yes…” she said. She did like to feel good. That made sense.

“And obeying me makes you feel good, doesn’t it? You want to feel good. You want to feel, relaxed, peaceful. You want to feel good, and so you want to obey me. Isn’t that right?”

“Y…Yes…” she said, her brow furrowing, attempting to comprehend his words.

“And resisting makes you feel bad.” He said. “Resisting makes you feel very bad. You don’t want to feel bad, do you? So you should obey, since it makes you feel good, and you like feeling good.”

“Yes…” she said dreamily. She sensed something wrong in his logic, but she couldn’t decide what it was. She was feeling so relaxed, and it made it awful hard to think. Any attempt at countering his logic seemed to slip away from her, slip away into the deep fog that enveloped her brain, the thick fog that made it so very, very hard to think...