Hypnotized Slave Novels & Stories

I gulped down the sentence in my mouth itself this guy became scary but I can't accept my defeat I went inside the room and slept on bed he came near me and asked "are you not going to eat" I didn't replied he forcefully turned me and said "I told you are a slave here and you still dare to show your attitude to me" I tried to push him away he pinned me back to the bed and asked "who gave you permission to touch your master" I shouted "iam not your slave" he sealed my lips forcefully he is biting them harshly again tears are rolling from my eyes

He shook his head sideways. I stared at him confused, “not a slave?” “Yes.” His face concocted into a full-blown grin, he stood up once more, walked over to where I was, then whispered in my ear, “Sex slave.” My eyes widened, my heart beat quickened. I was too shocked to say a thing, as I watched this man return to his chair. Sex slave. I will be a mindless sex slave. “I mean— you are already a slave, why do I have to go through years of planning just to make you what you are already?” He chortled, looking so proud of himself.

She whimpered in fears it was about to start, The darkness he put her in once again is scaring her, Maybe if she could move and fall down the strong large table she would become unconscious, she tried her very best to crawl, "Do not try anything stupid." His voice frightened her to death it was, baritonous and thick, She halted her movement instantly because she wouldn't dare to disobey him, He's her Master and she's his slave, if he tells her to die, she should seize breathing, this mantra she always chant reminding herself that his command should be strictly followed or worst would happen to her always and delays her freedom.

“If I tell you to sit—you sit.” My nails dug into his skin, but he didn’t even flinch. “If I tell you to kneel—you kneel.” My lungs burned. “If I tell you to open your mouth…” His grip tightened once more, deliberate. Punishing. “…you open it.” A pause. Then, almost gently— “You’ll be my pretty little slave.” Something inside me screamed. But nothing came out. “So I suggest,” he continued, voice dropping into something final, something suffocating, “you drop this attitude already.”

I didn't know what Vincent was going to do. He extracted a magnet-like object from his pocket and unlocked the chains which held the male slave. Then he held the slave's wrists with his white palms to calm his struggles before saying seriously: “You are free now. Now, you are no longer a slave and you no longer have a master. We are all members of the Hidden Race like you. We are your compatriots, we will protect you and help you. Please come with us."

“I promise to make the night blissful for us.” If I didn’t know this animal better, I would have fallen for his stupid tricks. “I despise unsubmissive women.” He presses the bridge of his nose, irritated. “I don't want to be here.” I find my voice, pushing my anxiety to the depths of my stomach. He wiggles a warning finger. “You are my slave.” “That doesn’t make me less of a being. I’m not an animal who follows every order.” “Wrong. Slaves are animals. Now come to me.”

I arched my back so deep. “Rome!” Deep and wet and consuming, my orgasm made my back bow. My bonds snapped tight as my tits shook and my chain rattled. I dimly heard some of his hoarse words: beautiful………Goddess…..slave to pleasure Once I’d gained focus, I bit out, “I will kill you for this when I get free!” Had he really said slave? Breathing heavy, he said, “Not quite what I’d hoped to hear.” He reached for the vibrator, increasing the vibration.

"This girl over here forgot who she is. A slave. A slave to the boss and she makes herself comfortable in this house which is not acceptable. Slaves aren't given a room neither are they made to stay with the boss," she said out loud and dragged her by her hair to fall on her fours. "She dared seduce the boss and because of that, she feels like a boss too, not having respect for everyone who has been here before her." She added, trying to make everyone see the wrong Loretta did even though she did nothing.

I should have listened to her. “Help me… please, somebody help me,” I whispered. I reached for one of the slaves, and they moved back so quickly like I had an infectious disease. The man who had stopped me that night walked towards where I was on the ground, and I could see the horror in everybody’s eyes. He held a long whip. “Today, we will be using this slave as an example,” he spoke, his voice loud, commanding authority. “She tried to escape, and when you see what happens to her today, none of you will ever consider the thought of running away.”

“Your Highness, look, I like your big hands because I feel safe. So, touch me with these hands.” And so, they spend their first night together, and he goes back before the potion's effect wears off. And when that happens, his body would spasm violently, and yellow foam came out of his mouth. Finally, he could feel the excruciating pain his slave's buddy told him about years ago. After the first night, Hayden almost peddled his wife to another man. Hearing this, the slave begged to make him the only man who plays her. Hayden looked excited to see him grovel under his feet. At that time, he returned to being an obedient slave.