Hypnotized Harem 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.”

With Lohan’s kisses whispering on her shoulders and my pecks on her skin, the situation only increases the tension in the air. “Want to be that girl from the Oasis of Pleasure?” Zedekiah throws the question, his naughty smile provoking a groan in Faina. Her reaction and her body moving closer to us are positive confirmations. Then, carefully, our positions change and now she is between Zedekiah’s legs. Noah and Lohan are sitting on either side of him, with her masturbating both at the same time as her mouth takes my brother’s cock in front of her. While she rides my face, my mouth devours her pussy, and Heros fucks her from behind.

The ache between my legs had turned into pure torture — swollen, dripping, begging for something, anything. I locked my door, kicked off my heels, and threw myself onto the bed still in my work clothes. My hand was already sliding up my skirt before I could stop myself. No. Not yet. I grabbed my phone with trembling fingers and downloaded three new p**n videos — the filthiest threesome ones I could find. Two men, one woman. Priests in my head. I turned the volume low, propped the phone on my pillow, and hit play. The first scene started: a girl on her knees between two huge cocks, sucking one while the other slapped against her cheek. My breath hitched.

Damon followed moments later, pulling out of my mouth and painting my face and breasts with thick ropes of his seed. Exhausted, trembling, and covered in their cum, my body finally gave out. The world blurred as I passed out from overwhelming pleasure and exhaustion, Julian still quietly reading his book on the couch.

He kissed me hungrily, buried himself deep inside me, and held my trembling body tightly to him. When I felt his hot sperm flooding my womb, I lifted my dilated eyes up to look at him. “I've never been happier for a creampie,” I said with a satisfied smile. Henri chuckled. “If it works, you will get more.” I laughed at his suggestive tone and attempted to shift him off. But then, I caught sight of several people standing a short distance away from the Bentley, their eyes locked onto us. “Henri,” I called out sharply, my breath caught in my throat as I noticed Rahl, Alexander, the woman performing the ritual, and many more.

She was not aware that the priest is on that part already. Jace was looking at her with love in his eyes for her. She looked back to him and was still looking in his eyes when she answered. "I do,father,"she said. The priest repeated the question again now directing it to Jace. The man doesn't take his eyes from her. It's sending goosebumps all over her body the the way he is looking at her. "I do father," Jace replied still looking at her. She can't tear her eyes away from him. It seems like Amanda is being sucked into Jace world and it feels good.

She grabbed her bag ready to head out but she was somewhat feeling exposed so she took her morflar and wrapped around her shoulders covering the off shoulder part as she walks out her room. She caught him staring at her, he was obviously awestriken also just like her about her transformation. He gave her a slow steady inspection, starting from her face to her cherry blossom lips, his gaze lingered for a while at her delicate full breast that was partially being covered by her morflar. "Remove the morflar" he ordered. "Why?" She questioned avoiding his gaze " Such dress are being worn with Confidence so put off the morflar" he instructed watching as she obeyed him without arguing further .

“The terms. The arrangement. The… fake love story we now have to parade to the entire world because I couldn’t handle being humiliated.” Dante leaned back against the sofa, watching me like he was waiting for a performance. “Go on.” Fine. He wanted rules? He’d get them. “Rule One,” I said, pacing the length of the suite. “We sell it. All of it. The public wants a fairy tale, so that’s what we’ll give them. Photos, kisses, handholding, the whole charade. If we’re in a room together, we look like a couple that can’t keep their hands off each other. No exceptions.”

My eyes fell to her jutting rack once again, their light bouncing almost hypnotizing "Tell me... tell me you like feeling the neighborhood slut jacking you off! Tell me how good it feels!" "No..." I gasped, pulling my eyes from her chest, knowing I would not be able to think clearly while looking at their succulent flesh. My entire body was tightened, trying to resist the urge to explode. Her amazing hand had me on the edge, and after going so long without I needed to c*m. She smiled at my fight, but she was undeterred.

Surrounded by the darkness, she wasn't sure what was this place. She was lost in this dark abyss and didn't knew the way out. She was tired now, tired of running in different directions yet reaching nowhere, tired of trying to be brave when she was everything but that. After few moments of silence when she thought nothing can go wrong now, she heard something. Sge turned and saw.. Nothing.. No! She was sure she heard that, it wasn't her hallucination. She was terrified yet didn't lose her facade of being the strong girl she is trying to be since the time she landed here. She looked everywhere but she wasn't able to locate the source, releasing a defeated sigh, she wandered her gaze above her