Hypnotized Slave Novels & Stories

“Who is your master, slave? He sneers. “Mr. Drake. I managed to say. (When I finally dared to face this monster, when I thought I could be able to conquer my demons. I think I'll be able to stand on my feet, but I was wrong. I can never win a monster like him, to defeat him I have to become a monster myself.) “Good. You finally acknowledge who your master is. You all may leave now, he told his guards. As they all walk away from the room, leaving us. “You won't die. My darling slave, I only whip you to help you reset your extinct brain, he clarified. So stop pretending as if you are dead already. His hand went to my bosom, squeezing my boobs roughly. It feels so good” he moans before pulling

Destroyed. Leaving me alone with him. With master. With— Owner. "You are thinking about Torres. About killing her. Feeling—something. Guilt maybe. Doubt." "Yes." Truth. Required truth. Always truth about feelings I could not act on. "Good. Feeling while unable to act—that is advanced slavery. Most slaves I break—they stop feeling. Become empty. Robotic. Boring. You—you still feel. Still suffer. Still—hate me. While serving perfectly. Beautiful. Artistic. Perfect."

I pull out my cell phone and hit one of the speed dial buttons. "Hello, Keith? I am glad I caught you." "No, no problems with Alice. However, I am having problems with my other hypnotized sex slave." "I thought that would get your attention. Let me run through this quickly. I have them out of the room for the moment, but I don't think I have a lot of time." Misty: 'I am still alive! Master must think I'll make a good sex slave if he wants to have Alice dress me up. I guess this will be like last time. The longer I please Master, the longer he will let me live.'

“ I have not forgotten it. I hope you can have sex with me because you like me. I know this is not easy, so I will not insist. After all, I am your slave, do whatever you want to do to me. I will not struggle again.” Cody looks at me with a doubtful smile. “ I hope you are not playing any tricks, you sly human. Otherwise, I will make you pay for that.” I smile flatteringly like a real slave. “ I will never trick you, my dear master.” I do not know if Cody believes what I said, after all, my words even disgusted myself.

Proserpina “You have been sold.’ said the woman, her eyes ravelling over me maliciously. “so your new Master had instructed us to provide you with food.’ And then, slyly, her eyes glittering, 'A slave who is half dead with hunger is not really able to carry out the Master's commands.' She went on, revelling in my dismay and grief, ‘A sex slave has to be able to keep up with the Master’s appetite. And of those he wishes her to service, of course.’ My face grew hot and then cold. The glass of juice I had been holding fell to the ground and I was barely aware of the other woman who had been silent all the while, argue with the one who had been taunting me. I sat, trembling. What was to become o

The gown was as transparent as a glass and I could feel the men's gazes burning on my skin. The hall erupted in a maddening chatter as they ogled me with their eyes. "Fuck. Check out that dish." "Look at the tits on her." "She's perfect. That hair, that skin. She's a rare breed." "Slaves like these are seen on the market once in a lifetime." "I'll make her my sex slave. I've got big ideas about her." I didn't move, I didn't make an effort to hide my shame. The Slave Master was nearby and he held his spiked whip.

He struggled to put himself in the much more foreign and filthy feeling position. "I have no interest in a slave." Hades bit down hard on the no-fur's tender ear. "I want you to be a living doll. A slave knows what to expect and obeys. A doll has no choice but to move and accept what they are given. You are a very pretty doll. A delectable toy. And you will learn what that means with me." The way the black devil held him stole the no-fur’s false dignity. His heels dug in the dirt as Hades made him cum while raising and reddening his nipples to a careless soreness. The no-fur’s careful control of his seductive body was utterly shaken.

I slipped into my nightwear and was ready to go to bed when I heard a knock on the door. “Who is it?” I asked. “I’m just a loyal servant, your highness. Can I come in?” He said. “Come in, loyal servant,” I ordered and he came in, it was an omega. “Ma’am, please come outside, there is a man terribly drunk. He is at the front door and he claims to know you,” he said. “Take me to such a man,” we both went over where the man lay. We got there and the man was lying unconscious on the floor. “Lift him up,” I ordered.

“We have three new slaves tonight for your pleasure and approval in presentation. Without further delay, let us begin. First we have Mr. Jonathan Harris and his newest object of affection, Hazel.” From her position next to the flight of three stairs, Fia looked up as the pair walked up them and over to center stage. Nothing was said, but Mr. Harris stepped behind his property and quickly unzipped the back of the dress. Because it was so tight and Hazel wasn’t exactly a svelte woman, some effort was needed to peel it off her body. There was some polite applause as the audience examined the slave’s body and gave their weak approval. Hazel had a body that one would classify as curvy, if polite,

I whispered, with my voice trembling through excitement and nerves, “we’re not hiding down here in the basement. And I don’t think I want to keep this just between us anymore. I think… I want someone to watch. For real.” Paul’s cock jerked violently in my grip while his eyes flew open in pure shock. I smiled down at him, still flushed and aching, as I traced a slow finger along his length. “Think you can handle being my slave… when other eyes are on us?” "You're insane."