For the Patrons - N.C.U. - Part 13 (Patreon)

Key: MC, FD, Sleep, Freeze

Description: With more than half of the girls climaxed into unconsciousness, Rayne continues her reign of pleasure. Only to receive a few unexpected requests from the audience.

Rayne casually examined the gun and shifted it to its final setting then looked at the two girls that were left, the shirtless Christine and sexily dressed Eve. “Well boys..” she began seductively, “It’s the age old question again. Shirts…or skins?” 

Another mix of answers from the audience filled the air as Rayne listened to their responses, a slow smile spreading across her face. Finally, with a look of fake resignation on her face, she shrugged. “Looks like it's too close to call, so I’ll make the decision!” she said, spinning around, aiming the gun directly at Eve, and firing. 

Instead of an LED style light this time, a solid red laser beam shot out of the gun and struck Eve directly in the center of her forehead. The concentrated effects of the beam aimed directly at Eve’s brain had the exact effect that Rayne was hoping for.

The tall brunette’s eyes rolled into her head as she started to convulse, deeply and rapidly. “Yes…oh yes…right there…that's it…that’s…it…oh yeah…keep going…” she moaned in a soft, but very seductive tone. Almost as if she were seducing the laser to keep pumping into her. As Eve sat there moaning to herself, her pelvis began rotating in a slow circle and then rocking back and forth. Eventually it began rocking up and down before she repeated the cycle, but it was very clear to the audience that she was imagining herself in the middle of a passionate moment with a lover. 

Rayne smiled as she kept the beam focused on Eve’s head, glancing sideways in the direction of the crowd. “Here’s a tip for all of the gentlemen out there: the second most powerful erogenous zone in a woman…is her mind. Massage that the right way and her body will melt in your hands!” 

As if on cue, Eve let out a very loud and sexy moan as she continued her mantra of “Yes…yes…yes…oh god…yes! YEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSS!” To everyone's surprise, as she began to orgasm she let out what sounded like a cross between a rusty fence gate and a kitten. It was the most surreal orgasmic sound anyone in the audience had ever heard, even Rayne’s eyes flew open in surprise. But no sooner had the sound escaped her mouth, the young woman fell back against her chair, arms falling limp at her sides while her head tipped back until it touched the back of the chair. Her long brown hair was draped over the chair and almost touching the floor. 

The audience, and the hypnotists for that matter, watched in stunned silence as Eve sat there, the only movement able to be seen was the gentle rise and fall of her chest under her skintight leather dress. Finally, Rayne broke the silence…by quickly spinning around and aiming the orgasm gun at Christine and firing it…directly between her legs. “Of course...the most powerful erogenous zone is the clitoris.” she finished with a devious smile. 

Christine’s head followed the beam from the laser pointer, for a split second it seemed as if there was a delayed reaction before her body began to convulse. She let out several small high pitched squeals as she squirmed and shuddered in her chair. Of course, the shaking translated quite nicely to her naked breasts which jiggled for the audience to enjoy. 

And enjoy they did, as they began to cat call and cheer while Christine’s hands grabbed the seat of her chair to steady herself. Wave after wave of pleasure kept her orgasms going over and over again as a visible wet spot was formed on her jeans. “I’m...not...going out… without…a...oh gooodddddd yes...a fight!” She shouted defiantly, much to the delight of the audience. 

As Christine continued to shake and shudder under the effects of the orgasm gun, Rayne slowly made her way over to the helplessly distracted young woman. “Fight all you want,” she said, grinning into the microphone. “Sooner or later...you’ll succumb…to the power of your orgasm. And sleep”. 

Christine struggled to keep a defiant gaze aimed at Rayne as her body spasmed from the pleasure. From time to time her eyes would roll into her head, and her head would fall backwards while her chest jutted forward. But somehow she managed to recover every time. And every time she would lower her head and glare at Rayne again for a few more seconds. Just before she let out the next blissful, orgasmic moan. 

Rayne was actually starting to worry that maybe Christine wasn’t going to succumb, that she’d be able to resist and stay awake. But just as that thought crossed her mind, Christine let out a louder than normal scream of pleasure and slumped back into her chair. Her arms and head went completely limp, but her legs gave out and caused her to slide right out of the chair and onto the stage floor. The metal folding chair tumbled behind her and left her flat on her back, arms and legs splayed out in all directions as her breasts stopped jiggling. Her nipples were stiff against the air of the room as she laid there helplessly, oblivious to the cheers of the crowd.

Rayne sighed in relief as she twirled the toy gun around her finger and brought the barrel up to her lips, then blew on the tip as if she had just won a shootout in the Old West. The audience began to applaud and whistle as she took a bow before them. 

She began to move towards Laura, with the intention of handing her the gun, when someone in the audience shouted “Her! Do her!” Several people shouted their agreement as the rest of the crowd began to cheer louder. 

Rayne and Laura both stopped and looked at one another in confusion, then back out at the audience. “Her?” Rayne asked, pointing to Laura questioningly. 

As the audience cheered in response, Laura blinked at Rayne and gently took the microphone from her hand. “I wasn’t given that suggestion, it wouldn’t woooooooooorrrrrrr...oooooh god!” She moaned, dropping the microphone as she was engulfed in the red glow of the gun’s light.  

The curly blonde hypnotist stood a few feet in front of Rayne, shaking and moaning as her eyes closed. Her hand slid along her chest and under her dress, finding her breasts and beginning to caress them deeply. The pleasure was such a shock to her system, that she seemed to have forgotten where she was for a few moments. As she tried to compose herself, another moan slipped out and her body shifted and shivered while another wave of pleasure coursed through her. She leaned her head back, doing a wonderful job of showing off her neck and chest as her hand slid up to her neck and then back down to her breasts. 

Meanwhile, Rayne kept the gun pointed at Laura the whole time. Its childish sound effects were almost the perfect contrast to the moans of pleasure that were escaping from Laura. As she let out another loud moan and visibly began to orgasm this time, Rayne stepped forward and snapped her fingers in front of her face. “Freeze!” She commanded, just before she released the trigger on the gun. 

The command caught Laura completely off guard. She stood frozen in place, her head tipped back, one hand pressed to her chest in a caress while the other was heading towards her inner thigh. Her left leg stood straight while her right was slightly bent at the knee, showing off some skin through the slit in her dress. Her expression, on the other hand, was one of pure lust and pleasure as she stared unblinking at the ceiling, eyes closed and lips parted ever so slightly.  

Rayne smiled and picked up the microphone that Laura had dropped, brushing it off as she looked up at the audience. “Looks like she got that suggestion after all, hmm?” 

The audience laughed as a handful of people began pointing at Trisha and shouting “Her! Her!” over and over again. 

Rayne, like something out of a horror movie about a possessed doll, slowly turned her head towards Trisha. With a devious grin, she pivoted on her foot and turned her entire body to face Trisha without so much as letting her expression change at all. Before Trisha could make any kind of move, Rayne began to walk towards her, very seductively, in a heel-to-toe fashion while she twirled the gun. 

“Oh Trisha…” She began in a singsong voice, “I’d like to show you something.” 

Trisha looked between Rayne and the audience, trying to hide her deer in the headlights expression. With her head held high, she stepped out from behind the chairs their sleeping volunteers were occupying and stood proudly before the audience. “Give it your best shot!” she declared, loud enough to be heard without the microphone. 

In response, she was met with Rayne’s best shot as she aimed the gun, set to strobe, straight at her face. Trisha’s eyes flew open as she slammed her legs together and let out an almost painful sounding moan while she dropped to one knee. Her hands started to move on their own as one slid along her chest, squeezing her breast in a way that just looked painful to several members of the audience, while her other worked up her leg along her dress. In the midst of her guttural moans, she began rolling her tongue in a high pitched, almost birdlike fashion, while her head leaned back and her eyes fluttered closed. 

Rayne and the audience could only watch in stunned silence. Although the scene before her was far beyond what she could have ever expected...on some level it all made perfect sense. She could tell from Trisha’s convulsions that she was easily in the middle of, by Rayne’s count, her third orgasm. As she considered how much longer to let this go on, Trisha’s head snapped up and her eyes locked on Rayne’s with a look of almost animal hunger in them. “Fuck me!” she commanded, practically growling the words as her body shook harder. 

And that was when Rayne snapped her fingers and gave an equally forceful command to “Freeze!” 

Trisha came to a dead stop, one knee on the floor and the other bent, while one hand squeezed her nipple in a way that exposed her breast to the audience. The other hand was buried between her legs under the skirt of her dress. Her body breathed deeply and a look of predatory hunger was frozen in the older woman’s gaze as she stared ahead where Rayne had been standing just moments before. 

Rayne managed to hide a sigh of relief as she smiled and twirled the gun around her finger once again. “I should keep this, it really does come in handy” she mused to herself, winking at the crowd.  

And then, from the back of the audience, she heard another shout. “Do it to yourself!” he shouted as the rest of the audience chimed in with agreements of “Yeah!” “Do it!” and “Come on!”

Rayne looked at the gun, then out at the audience as she rolled her eyes. “Oh fine…” she said, aiming the gun at her chest. “But just for a few seconds, you can’t have me passing…”

"WoooWoooWoooWoooWooo!”

The noise from the gun echoed through the room as Rayne accidentally activated the trigger. Of course, the moment she did she felt a rush of pleasure wash over her body. Her heart rate tripled almost instantly as her arms and legs wobbled and began to weaken, and her thought process was completely derailed by what she would only be able to describe later as a “mind blowing orgasm”. 

Her entire body was shaking with pleasure, but the muscles deep between her legs were the ones that she felt the most.It felt like her nether regions were convulsing in the hardest, deepest spasm of pleasure she’d ever felt. She could feel tingles of energy moving through her nervous system, her nipples felt like they were being electrocuted and her mind was a fuzzy, foggy mess. She couldn’t think, couldn’t speak, couldn’t even stop what she was doing. Her body was stuck in wave after wave of intense pleasure that was tearing through every part of her being. 

She could feel herself getting dizzy and losing her balance, but she didn’t care. Thoughts of lovers, past and hopefully future, fantasies, and desires all flooded her mind as she felt her body give out. She fell to one knee with a thud, as the gun fell from her hand and landed on the floor while she was finally able to catch her breath. 

Rayne took a moment to compose herself while the audience applauded the show she’d just given them. They would never know just how close she had come to passing out…but then again, she wasn’t sure herself. All she knew was it had been a very...very close call. 

She managed to stagger back to her feet a few moments later, picking up the toy gun with two fingers as if it were about to explode, and tossed it offstage. With a relieved grin and a wink, she turned back to the crowd. “I think that’s enough of that for one day.”

To be Continued!