Bullied Revenge Hypnosis Novels & Stories

The hidden earpiece he put in my ear played his voice on, reinforcing the mantra. At home, the real reprogramming intensified. He strapped me to the bed for hypnosis sessions. “Look at the spiral, Elena. Deeper. Your old self is fading. You are my puppet. Your thoughts are mine.” His voice guided me under while he fucked me slowly, pumping load after load into my pussy and making me hold it in. “Swallow every drop, sister. Constant cum-feeding rewires you.”

He was looking at the envelope like it might bite him. “I did. I told you pain was the only way to snap them out of it.” I see. I was right. Hypnosis. Rabid wolves, turned rogue wolves, all have a mark that proves they were claimed and controlled. These people have nothing. They still seem out of it. Meaning they haven’t snapped out of it entirely.

"What are you afraid of? You don't feel pain. It's just a syringe. This is the condition for you to be my dear daughter." Her voice was light, but her eyes were filled with obsession. Despite my struggles, she pressed me firmly against the sofa, while Jack readied the syringe and aimed the liquid at my arm. Lauren leaned close to my ear, laughing softly. "You truly are the one I personally selected. Such a large dose and there isn’t even slightest side effect on you. My dear daughter, as long as you’re obediently, I believe we will have a good time together." I buried my head, staring at the dried bloodstains on the sofa. A slight smile appeared on my lips. Of course, we would have a good ti

He swallowed hard, his eyes darting back up to meet mine "I didn’t mean to—" "But you did." I barked in reply as I held the syringe up between us, His face went pale, and for a moment, I saw the raw terror I craved. It was intoxicating, the control I had over him, over every one of them, I lived for it! "This... is your reminder," I said softly, my voice barely above a whisper. "You will keep your mouth shut. You will forget whatever foolish thoughts of rebellion you’ve had. Because if you don’t..." I gently pressed the needle to the skin of his forearm, just enough for him to feel the cold, sharp point.

I made a disgusted face. "Eww, does this turn you on?" I asked sarcastically while he just grinned shamelessly. "Okay, let's make you happy then," I said as I walked towards the weapons. I pulled out a big electric stick and approached him with a smirk, making him nervous. I went behind him. "You're gonna love this," I whispered in his ear. I forcefully inserted the stick into his asshole and he screamed at the top of his lungs. I plugged it in and turned on the switch, the stick buzzing with power.

Andhara stepped closer, and Enne backed away slowly, her eyes wary. "Enne, I didn't want to use this, but you forced me." Andhara looked deeply into her eyes, and Enne felt a strange nudge in her mind-as if something was trying to get in, take over her thoughts. Enne gasped. She recognized this as a form of hypnosis. Enne didn't think her ability to read other people's minds would come in handy at a time like this. Lynx, her inner wolf, who was still in a weakened state, tried to warn her in a low voice. 'Be careful, 'Enne. Don't let her in.'

Josie said almost in a whisper, “Zayne, once we get back, I’ll return all of your cards to you.” Angeline murmured, “I used to hear that men who have money would become bad men, but I never imagined that men without money were even scarier…” Jenson abruptly recovered his senses. Why on earth was he gossiping about this with Uncle Zayne? “Hypnotism arouses the evil side of the human brain. Are you sure you want to get hypnotized?” Zayne said with righteousness, “I’m a pure and innocent man. There’s nothing I fear, so come on.”

Renee. I took off my seatbelt and grabbed the wheel, trying to slow her down so the cops could catch up to us. God! She was strong. She hit me multiple times across my face but I still held on to the wheel, turning it in a different direction. When I knew I couldn't overpower her by strength, I had to use the one thing unique to me. My ability to fry someone's brains, and of course she deserves it.

In an instant, a murderous glint flickered in my eyes. Noticing the violence in my stare, Jared rubbed the back of his head and lifted both palms in surrender. "Look," he paused, letting out a sigh. "I can't do another session. Hypnosis isn't some fucking therapy session. We're even lucky it was sucessful. If I proceed with another session Her body won't withstand it. Another session could kill her." "What do you mean kill her?" I frowned. "She was resisting initially. Her brain could resist further, tampering and causing memories to return in violent, chaotic flashes, triggering seizures or even worse—psychosis." The old man informed me as I stepped forward furious.

revenge. Six months after he was fired, the drug was ready. The drug had been modified to change the moral fibre of a person...in reality, it shifted the decision making of the individual to the low standards they had while drunk...but with even more psychological manipulation: -the person couldn't lie (like in that Jim Carrey movie 'Liar Liar') -the person's body would feel the need to obey even though their conscious mind would argue against such obedience -the person's sexual libido would increase substantially, the part he had really formulated, as part of his master plan to get revenge on not only that bitch Sarah, but others who have treated him poorly over the years.