Romans & histoires Hypnotized Slave

He guessed she’d underestimated Cindy from the start—otherwise, she’d never have let herself be trapped. A cold smile touched his lips as he shook her shoulder and snapped: “Director Qin? Mrs. Dave? I thought you were so capable. Get up! Stop playing dead on the floor!” When she still didn’t respond, he cursed under his breath and lifted her over his shoulder. She was surprisingly light—she’d grown so thin.

’ Sophia thought as she twitched her lips. "I'm sorry to say but that's gross, you know." She stated and turned to leave. "This is part of your job." He said as she pressed her lips together and closed her eyes tightly dejectedly, her back still turned. What is his problem, huh? "Do you want me to start explaining what you are, huh? You're my slave, get it?" That word hit Sophia but she shrugged and made to leave the room, not knowing what reply to give to him.

He asked, his gaze fixed on me with that wicked smile of his that always made my skin prickle. The word hypnotize tasted bitter after what he’d done to me. My mind began to betray me with flashes of how I had wanted him to sink his sharp fangs into my neck, how I’d craved the pain and pleasure, the surrender until I was reduced to nothing but a trembling mess, begging like a shameless whore for his bite. During that moment, I believed that obedient little slut hadn’t been me. But now… now I wasn’t so sure. “But you did make me your Blood Slave against my will,” I said, my voice sharper than I expected. “Why? Why would you do that to me?”

"Don't just repeat what I'm saying, Slave. Really think about it. Think about what you did. Think about how you tightened up when we fucked your ass. You were screaming, do you remember? I had to shut you up. Is that how a good slave behaves?" "No, Master." "When you were being whipped, you went away, didn't you. You were in your head. You stopped being here. You stopped experiencing what we were giving you. And then when we were fucking you. I saw your eyes. You were here, but you weren't here. You need to be here. You need to be feeling this, ALL of this."

I flinched at even that light touch, my nerves raw and hypersensitive. "Now then," he purred, "let's see how well you've learned your lesson." He moved in front of me, lifting my chin roughly. "Look at me," he commanded. I forced my tear-filled eyes to meet his cold gaze. "Who do you belong to?" he asked. "I am not a slave," I whispered hoarsely. "Louder," he barked. "You can’t do it" I cried out. "I am a free woman. You were a slave, a weak….” He reached out and roughly pinched my nipple, twisting it harshly. I gasped at the sharp pain and couldn’t even complete.

“Perhaps I did. That doesn’t necessarily mean you had to it, though. Just like how it doesn’t mean just because you got yourself in this poor, poor little situation you’re in, you are to be silent and accept this new role. But no… Instead, you panicked at the thought of being in that heavy debt, and look where it got you. Discovered by the police, and forced to become my slave to settle the rest of your debt. For the rest of your life, may I add.” Seeing those fearful eyes dilate turned me on so well, causing me to whack the slave on the side with the cane. “AGH! You… crazy ugly bitch!” My lips twitched at the insult, as rage soon filled my very soul. “Would you like to say that again?” Drea

He halted and furrowed his brows. "What are you doing?" "What every slave does to their Master. I am submitting to you, just as you always wanted. You should take me as your slave so I will know I was never and will never be free. Use me as you please, Master, for I am all yours"

I began to wriggle my body fiercely, tears pouring from my eyes like a fountain, shaking my head and saying over and over in a pleading tone, "Don't! Plead with you! Master! Let me go! Master!" My body convulsed in fear and despair, and the humiliation and helplessness in my heart made me lose the last shred of dignity. At this moment, I felt unprecedented pain and humiliation, like a bird in bondage, longing for freedom but unable to escape its cage. Garyson picked up the blade and approached my pussy, irritated by my lack of cooperation, and ordered me with a frown, "Slave! Open your legs! Don't make me say it a third time!" The word "slave" haunted me. Yes, I was no longer a free woman, b

"Too late slut, back to zero." "No! Please, master! I can't, please don't!" she begs to him "What the fuck do you mean, 'no'? I wasn't asking you a question, whore!" he yells at his new found desperate slave girl and emphasizes the last word with another smack. He gives her ten more while she screams and begs. Walking around to her other end, he squatted down in front of her and cupped her chin, making her look straight at him.

It infuriates him so much. This day was one of the days, he sat there and had commanded a slave to suck him out, but his mind was on what he planned to do to that b*tch when she finally wakes up. He was going to make her beg him to take her. The slave wrapped her mouth around him and began to bob her head up and down his shaft, slowly. He sat rigid for a while then he started imagining the slave as Cassandra Lopez. This was how she was going to pleasure him, he would make her suck his shaft as though she was his fan.