Hypnosis Microphone Novels & Stories

He picked up the shirt he had tossed aside and felt around in the collar. There it was, a tiny microphone, almost easy to overlook, but still functional. He settled down on the floor, opened his laptop, plugged in the microphone, and began pulling the audio. The recording wasn’t long, but it was very clear. He quickly scanned through it until he found the section he needed. “You’ll live,” he heard her say. He paused the playback, then rewound it. “Who are you?” His recorded voice came from the laptop’s speaker. “I’m the one keeping you alive,” came her response.

I stated emotionlessly as I walked over to the table where Alessandro stood silently watching me as I took the chair, placing it in front of my victim "Who do you work for?" I asked. The woman lunged forwards trying to headbutt me but I moved back in time. "Alessandro," I called out as I turned to him. He immediately leaned up from the wall waiting for me to talk. "Could you pass the forceps, a gag and 4 gloves?" He nodded doing as asked, it didn't take much time for him to find them since he soon approached me with the items. He handed them to me, I gave him one of the gloves before speaking. "Hold her mouth open."

Nico snapped. "Fine," Bianca sighed. "I'll crash the gate but I’m putting it on the expense account." Nico stopped pacing and turned to me. I sat on the sofa, holding the small black USB drive in my palm. "Dante," Nico called. "The comms." Dante walked over to me and held out a small box. Inside were a pair of pearl earrings. "Modified bone-conduction tech," Dante explained. "Put the left one in. It acts as a receiver and a microphone. You’ll hear us, and we’ll hear everything you say. It’s undetectable unless he physically checks your ear canal."

His neck was much larger than mine and I saw the way it stretched to accommodate him. “There is a button in the center of the microphone, all you need to do is press and hold to turn it off and double tap it to turn it on.” Carter explained. “Go ahead and give it a try. Even this close there won’t be interference. Doing as told, I turned it on and spoke like normal. “How far is the range on this?”

“Instead, they've given us a blueprint of their desperation. Let's go.” “But why are these Sentinels unconscious?” I asked, my confusion evident. “Oh, them.” Malcolm pointed to a metal bar hidden beneath a tangle of strange wires. “There's a sonic trigger here. It emits a high-frequency pulse designed to induce a shock to the nervous system. Look.” “Does it electrocute you?” I asked, peering closer. “It induces a hypnotic state,” Malcolm corrected, straightening up. He then looked at me, a glint in his eye. “So, do you want to walk, or shall I carry you?”

Or big problem, I mentally correct myself as I catch a glance at his extra large cock. "Really?" he turns to me excitedly. "You won't tell anyone I'm gay will you?" he pleads. "Never crossed my mind. Your secret is safe as long as you don't tell anyone about the hypnosis. Do you want to try it?" "Sure, yeah... anything," he sighs. "Okay. Sit down and close your eyes. I'm going to hypnotize you and make it so you can get hard anytime you'd like." Dean does as he's told and I take out the transmitter as soon as his eyes are closed.

“He is having a kind of reverse shock from everything that has happened. I need to perform a kind of hypnosis on him.” “Here? Right now?” “Yes, please.” He replied to me as he narrowed his eyes at me before bringing out a clock and after pressing a button on it, it began to make a loud ticking sound and then he closed his eyes. “Nate.” He called and seemed to wait for a response and seeing as Nate wasn’t replying, he moved closer and called again. “Nate, where are you?” “Here.” A low guttural sound came out of Nate’s throat yet his eyes were still closed and he still looked very tortured.

That’s it! “How the hell did you know all that? you just got here; how could you know what we spoke about?” he shook his head like he could not believe I asked him that. “I put a tracker on you, and a microphone. They are very small and can’t be detected. The tracker tells me where you are, and the microphone let’s me listen when things like these happen.”

[POV Fany] ----- The big tall man fixed his gaze on me. Oh my God, my attempts to flee were futile. What happens next? My legs trembled, and I couldn't say anything. "Ssh, don't be too loud." A man's voice was deep and hoarse, a voice I recognized. The index finger is held up to the mouth. Although he had a small bruise on the corner of his lip, his face was still adorable. He slowly drew me away to the back of the SUV. Anxious, he squeezed my arm, inspecting me from head to toe.

"Someone clearly knows what he's doing. Alot of this gear is as sophisticated as our own equipment. Miniature microphones, photoelectric recharging cells, high-captivity RAM chips. He's even got some of those new nano drives." Suslowicz was impressed. "Here's a complete system," the agent said, handing Suslowicz an assembly not much larger than a pocket calculator. Dangling of the contraption was a foot-long wire with a stamp-sized piece of water-thin foil stuck on the end. "The base is a high-capacity hard disk audio recording system with rechargeable battery. That strip of foil at the end of the wire is a combination microphone and photoelectric recharging cell."