Hypnotized Women Novels & Stories

He enjoyed the commotion that he didn’t noticed the woman coming towards him. “how are you?”, asked the woman. His heart begun to pant when he heard a woman’s voice from behind him. He looked around to checked who was it. Then, he saw a familiar face. “what have you done to me?”, Lt. Jim asked. “nothing, I just wanted you to have a full rest”, she answered. “I do not believe you, you hypnotized me”, he insisted. The woman just sweetly smiled at him. “who are you?”, asked Lt. Jim.

Both women froze. Something loomed behind the glass walls, something like shadows stretched too long, shapes distorted, faces not quite human pressed where reflections should be. Eyes where no eyes belonged. Smiles that bent the wrong way. The lights went off again. A scream ripped through the room. “Oh my God— did you see that?” “What was that?!” The lights snapped on again. Closer this time. The images shifted, crawling nearer, filling the room with an oppressive presence. The women didn’t even register each other’s faces, only terror burned into their vision.

It was also how she passed the first test. Now... Both the demon and I were eager to see what she would do next. Would it be enough to scare her away once she saw me claim these women mercilessly? Or would she come up with a different plan to pass this test? "What did you say?" She whispered in a small shocked voice. "You understand exactly what I said." I snapped my fingers and the women began to rise from the bed. They giggled and moaned as they made their way toward me. Two of them were touching each other, in hopes of triggering my desire.

It could now ensure that no host under level 6 would be able to hypnotize or mind-control her into doing something against her will. So here was the question. Was acting shamelessly in favor of tumbling in bed or floor with some random strangers something that was not crossed out in her list of unspeakable and disgusting things to never ever do? Yuck! "What did you say? Are you asking me? Or commanding me? Screw you! Get away from me too, bastards!" And so this was what she responded when the man in black tried to hypnotize her into submission. She was trapped in a glass room with four burly men with bodies that ripped of unsightly huge muscles.

Helena watched as the two women did everything together. They kissed, sucked on each other's breasts, went down on each other, and so on. To her, it was like seeing women in a level of detail unlike any other. When the episode finally ended, she nearly jumped in surprise, having been so deeply hypnotized by the sight and her own thoughts. She was sore all over, having sat in that position against the wall with the focus of a Buddhist monk. She checked her watch. Yep, she was late.

Women in couture clutched flutes of champagne in one hand, pills between manicured fingers in the other, giggling like girls at a garden party—except their eyes were vacant, their laughter hollow. Further in, under soft golden light, a chaise sat like a throne. Kneeling around it were women adorned in diamonds and little else, their wrists wrapped in silk. They weren’t captives. No. They were volunteers. Eyes sharp, calculated. Submission worn like couture. They played their parts to perfection—paid to play them. Their obedience was curated. Their desire—profitable. Lana’s nails dug into my arm, sharp enough to leave a mark. She wasn’t just startled. She was unraveling.

Initially, the items on auction were all old and mundane, but soon the focus shifted to three women. They appeared on stage naked, their faces covered by sacks. They couldn't stand up, giving the impression that they were under the influence of drugs. To the right stood a woman with curly brown hair, a healthy chest, and light brown skin. In the center is a woman with straight black hair, fair skin, a smaller chest, and a slender body. The final woman has short hair, a generous chest, and exudes undeniable allure, possessing an allure that seemed to have it all.

’ The woman’s gentle voice whispered. Then the black smoke shifted violently and a woman emerged. Her emerald green eyes glowed unnaturally bright as a vicious smile stretched across her face. ‘Those powers belong to me,’ she hissed. ‘Come here, little girl. Surrender yourself.’ The woman extended her hand slowly.’Give me your heart. Come closer… and I promise all your pain will disappear forever.’ Hypnotized under those green orbs, Angela’s body moved before her mind could stop it. Toward the darkness. Toward her.

Videos looped in silence, some in grainy black and white, others in high-resolution color. Isolde took one step forward. And froze. The first screen showed two women seated on opposite sides of a velvet ottoman, hands tied behind their backs, blinking as synchronized flashes lit the room. A voice inaudible flashed commands in subtitle: SIT. STARE. RESPOND. DENY. Second panel: a masked figure instructing a group of performers to mirror his movements. Not erotic. Robotic. Third: A man alone in a glass box. Crying. Then laughing. Then quiet again.