Hypnotized Slave Novels & Stories

All it took was 1 hour, 1 hour to change my life, and 1 hour is all it took for me to become an Omega slave. I enter the kitchen and thank the moon goddess that time is on my side this morning in fact, I'm 15 minutes early so breakfast definitely won't be late. Hopefully, that means I'll only get slaps and kicks today while serving breakfast to everyone and I won't get beat. Friday I was 3 minutes late serving breakfast and I was badly beaten. The longer I'm here the worse the beatings get.

” I started sucking the young girl’s toes, mumbling uncontrollably as I did, ” Slave…slave…slave…Sara’s slave…Sara’s slave…. In my mind I knew I would never be in control again.

she rasped endlessly. Huh? I believed my ears weren't working well as she spoke. My parents borrowed money from a she-devil? Fuck this! Just why would they behave like that? Fucking why! My eyes stung as it welled up, blurring my vision but for a few second as I thought about my new life. Will I be sold as a slave now? Not just any slave but one to be used all over by different men! God…! I went mute and that angered the lady. “Hey. Speak!” she shouted at me angrily.

No, I have to stand firm, I can't fall because that would be a betrayal. "No, this would be..." "I would never treat you like a whore, and I don't even think that way." I have to resist, but a part of me wants to comply. My other self would kneel before him, and run my hands down the front of his hips without breaking our gaze. Watching as this man masturbates in front of me. No...! I can't be thinking about it, I can't do it.

"Orrin nearly tore me in half getting to her. I'm sure." "Goddess." He sat down, hard. A grin was starting to spread across his face, the helpless kind. "Who is it? Which House? Does Petra know yet, she's going to be insufferable…" "She's a participant. In the Slave Games" The grin fell from his face.

If she stayed even one day more, any chance she had left to reclaim her life, to do something for herself, to live, to crawl out of this terrible hole she’d lowered herself into all on her own, would disappear into the big black smoke-filled vortex that was Andrey Romanoff. He would buy more things and sell others, make millions and destroy lives at a whim, hers included. And she would carry on catering to him, jumping to do his bidding and smoothing the path before him, anticipating his every need and losing herself, bit by bit and inch by inch, until she was nothing more than a pleasant-looking, serene-voiced husk. A robot under his command… Slave to feelings he would never, could never re

He didn't think it was possible to be so enthralled by one person, but Natalia made the impossible, possible. She made him weak for her, the type of power she had over him would be something his Mafia would frown upon since it was a sign of weakness to them, but he didn't care. He was like a sailor and she was a siren, even though he had been warned to stay away from her side of the ocean she would always draw him in, making Alessandro forget everything he had learned...everything he had been warned about. They said sirens lead sailors to their death, right now he didn't care if she led him to his.

No kindness, no care, no reprieve—especially not after trying to escape. Her lips quivered as a darker thought surfaced, chilling her to her core. What if this was a façade? What if he planned to share her, to parade her around as some kind of twisted entertainment, forcing her to perform degrading, unspeakable acts in front of an audience? She had heard those stories too. The slaves who were returned—battered and hollow-eyed—had recounted every harrowing detail of their torment.

But my ass hurt a lot and then the canal smelled so bad, like terrible. I looked at Yaya because she’s now covering her nose. The other people looked at me, and then the others were forcing themselves not to laugh. Looking at my dress that used to be pink, now it looks like it turned black...? “Do I smell so bad, Yaya Celine?” I gaze at her, blinking. Oh yeah, I smell so bad. Even my nose is hurting because of this smell. How much more of Yaya Celine? “No, you smell so good even though you fell in the canal, Senorita.” I can’t help my smirk. I know she’s lying. I can see in her eyes. Do people still smell good after falling into a canal?

The other prison guard held my shoulder and slid a small garbage can over so I could empty my stomach into it. It was so much worse than I had imagined. Not only had I licked Dr. Jenkins's pussy and her receptionist's, but she'd invited other clients to come in and have sex with all of my family members while we were hypnotized. For those clients, she had been a pimp, offering us up as sex slaves while we were under hypnosis and incapable of saying no. The only restriction was that they couldn't leave permanent marks on us.