Hypnosis Microphone Novels & Stories

[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.

He had started talking to himself in low, clipped tones, often responding to voices I couldn't hear. ​"The frequency," he muttered on the third night. We were hunkered down in a small, rented safehouse near the docks. He was holding his tablet, scanning the local radio waves. "Clara, listen. Can you hear that?" ​I leaned in, straining my ears. There was nothing but the white noise of static. ​"It’s not in the air," he said, his voice rising in panic. "It’s coming from the devices. The Architect isn't just tracking us; they’re transmitting.

Slowly, with her other hand, she tipped the base upward into the light. And then she froze. There stuck to the middle of the bottom plate was a tiny black disc. Matte, thin, smaller than a dime. Almost invisible unless you were trying to find it. Vivian whispered, “No… no, no… please tell me that’s not—” A microphone. Vivian’s knees nearly buckled. “Oh my God…”

"A long time ago... when I was a child." Dr. Parker nodded, seemingly satisfied with the answer, and gently set down his pen. His gaze returned to Dean, his tone still soft and reassuring. "Alright, that’s all for my questions. Mr. Harrison, I believe the memories you've lost are not all of them, but rather certain specific ones. Now, let’s begin the hypnosis session. Please lie back, find a comfortable position, and close your eyes. Don’t think about anything else—just focus on relaxing."

Another yelled, “Check the sound!” Megan appeared suddenly. Her clipboard became a whirlwind of notes. Her sharp commands sliced through the noise. I adjusted the microphone stand. The metal felt smooth and cold against my fingers. Ivy stepped up to the mic. Her voice rang out as she tested it. A brief, piercing squeal of feedback cut the air. Then it settled into a clear, steady hum.

"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."

"What?" "Ryan, hit yourself!" Ryan's entranced face then turned into a sneer. "What is wrong with you?" he responded. It had worked, Ryan was no longer under his control. "He's not a conduit anymore. I reversed the spell I used to hypnotise him by saying it backwards." "It's working!" Julia cried out in Glee as her brother began to stir. Matt's face reverted to normal with his eyes no longer red and his skin back to its original brown color.

"Welcome back Dear listeners! Iam sorry we won't be taking more calls, it's time for me to make you pleasure yourself to a mind-blowing orgasm tonight, are you ready? If you have your toys, being them out, I want you to take off your clothes, put off the light, lay down on the bed, close your eyes, and let's begin" Roth adjusted his seat, drawing the microphone closer to his mouth, he looked over at Tristan who gave him a small smile and a Go ahead Nod, " I need you to play a soft music for the listeners, can you?" Roth whispered. "I got you" Tristan whispered back, going through the playlist, until he found the perfect music for the atmosphere. ***********

"You're here for a hypnosis session. It should be over as fast as you work hard. Hypnosis is basically sending you back to the time of those forgotten memories in your head so you can easily remember what piece of information is missing, and possibly why. Do you understand everything I just said?" Arielle nods. "I understand." Dr Sachs nods. "Please lean down and close your eyes. All you have to do is simple. Follow my voice and the instructions it gives. Whenever I ask you a question, you just need to give me a response as you see it. Understood?" Arielle nods as she leans down on the recliner. In the corner of the room, unsounding, both officers watch the process. "Now, listen to the tink

I offer her a soft smile. "H-hello?" No echo, only her sweet voice suddenly sounding close to me. "The mic is very insensitive," I explain. "It needs to be right at your mouth when you speak or else it won't pick up anything." "Good to know." She chuckles nervously, coming closer to the edge of the stage. "Look..." Worry clouds her eyes as I crane my neck to gaze at her in all her lit-up glory. "I'm not cut out for this. I know it's important for our deal, but I don't want to damage your company's reputation."