Hypnotized Slave Novels & Stories

His dark eyes lock onto me, roaming possessively from my bound wrists to my spread thighs, lingering on the way my pussy lips part slightly, glistening. A slow, wicked smile curves his lips. 'My beautiful slave,' he says, voice a deep rumble that vibrates through me. 'Look at you, all prepared and dripping for your Master. Remember the rules, no moving, no speaking unless I allow it. If you disobey, I'll punish that greedy little cunt until you beg for mercy.' I nod, my throat tight, biting down on my lower lip to contain the whimper building there. The vulnerability of my position heightens everything, the silk biting into my wrists, the table hard beneath my back, the air kissing my expose

Viktor POV I didn’t know what to say as I sat next to the woman I named my slave. For the first time, I smiled at her. And I could tell she was shocked, but she never brought it up. “I would like it if you came back with me to my chambers,” I said out of nowhere. She didn’t even look at me as she replied. “Yes, Master.” She said. Her replies sometimes felt.. unnatural. Like she was just answering what she thought she wanted me to hear. But I guess that’s how slaves are supposed to be. With her though.. it bothered me.

Nina exclaimed through the speaker. “Are you listening to yourself? Didn’t you hear the part where I was kidnapped, threatened and almost raped by the thugs? And then I had to become a slave pet to pay off Mark’s debts??” Evelyn asked in disbelief. She wondered what was going on in Nina’s mind. What was so exciting about being someone’s pet? It was degrading and she hated it.

“Yes, I'm ready." Alejandro opened the door and gestured that I should enter first so I did. The room was dark until he turned the lights on. What was inside the room that made my jaw drop? It is filled with sex toys, whips, and some devices that I don't know. As in there are a lot. “I am a dominant, Chloe and you are here to be my slave."

The tears, long held back, streamed down my cheeks, betraying the façade of strength I had worn. "Why does being a slave diminish my worth?" I whispered to the silent walls, the emptiness of the chapel mirroring the hollowness within. The scent of burning incense lingered, a muted offering that seemed to dissipate into the air without solace. My reflection in the chapel's stained glass windows depicted a figure broken, eclipsed by the vibrant hues of celebration that remained elusive. Amidst the quiet sobs, a voice within me echoed, "It's because you're a slave. A mere servant in a realm where celebration is reserved for those deemed worthy."

She tried to relax herself because she truly doesn't want to be punish, but she couldn't. When his sturdy fingers caressed her womanhood, she almost jumped out of her skin. He frowned, watched her face as he did it again. She looked as pale as a ghost, staring back at him as her eyes watered. He leaned closer and pushed his face towards her ear, "If you truly want to survive being a slave, you have to learn to BE a slave, princess. In any session, in any torment, you close your mind and say...I have to survive. I won't give them the satisfaction of seeing me dead."

“ It was the way they talked about me as if I was nothing more than an item. I was an Alpha blood, and now I had to endured this again...being a slave, u rather be chopped into pieces instead of me to have to endure *living* like that. ”Youn won't really be able to sell me for a good price at all, trust me ..“I said in a croaked voice which had been damaged by more than half an hour of crying and screaming about my predicament. ”i can't even walk,I won't fetch you a good price at all ..trust me.“I said to them and then the one that had suggested they sell me as a slave smiled. ”And you think we don't know about that?" My heart began to race as he said that to me and I shifted.

I glared at him, knowing I wasn't going to like whatever would come out of his mouth next. “You two are dressed beautifully. Are you going on a date?” He beamed. Scarlett choked at what she heard, and I sent a menacing look her way. “In her dreams,” I scoffed. “I am taking her to the person in charge of slaves. I have some instructions to give to him concerning her.” “This doesn't sound good.” He looked at Scarlett sympathetically. “It does to me,” I said. “Follow me, slave. Your most pleasurable moment awaits.” I spat out sarcastically, leading the way to the slave ground.

I heard myself whispering as I dropped to my knees so fast, pain shot through them when they hit the stone floor. I pressed my forehead to the ground in the submission pose they had taught us on our first day as slaves, and my whole body shook as I waited for death. This was how slaves showed complete surrender and maybe if I made myself small enough and pathetic enough he might kill me quickly instead of slowly. "I am sorry. I am so sorry. Please forgive me. Please." I babbled into the floor, tears running down my face. I knew what happened to slaves who offended important wolves and death was the kindest thing I could hope for.

I only realized that I was when I saw big drops of tears drizzling down my legs. “Hush now,” a warm voice called me, and then I felt a hand touching my cheek. Slowly, I looked up and met his brown eyes. “Don’t cry. As long as you obey me, I won’t kill you,” he said. Is he… comforting me? The man who bought me for $5 million was giving me comfort? ‘What a load of b*llshit!’ “From today onwards,” He continued, “I am your master, and you are my slave. If you play nice, I'll treat you well."