Hypnotized Women Novels & Stories

His voice carried a slight tremor, "She hasn't reached the car yet when a truck rushes over. The truck hits her—no, no, don't!" Cold sweat covered Zachary's forehead, and his hand unconsciously gripped Sarah's hand. "Don't be afraid. The truck swerved and missed the woman. It crashed into a tree on the side instead. The front of the truck was badly damaged, but the woman was fine and safely got into the car." "No, that's not what happened! It hit her, it did hit her!" Sarah's expression grew serious. During hypnosis, it was rare for someone's subjective will to go against the hypnotist's suggestions.

the woman's voice rose and fell, her eyes, hypnotizing and mesmerizing, began to turn a chilling shade of white. I was tied down, on the table as she came towards me,she stood before me and I could feel an invisible power emanating from her, threatening to consume my very essence. Frozen in fear, I watched with wideeyed horror as the woman attempted to manipulate the air around me. Her gestures were fluid and practiced, but whatever she was trying to accomplish, I had no clue. It seemed as though she was attempting to bend reality to her will, to inflict some unknown fate upon me.

“We use our divine powers once a year, every time the moon open this forest for more visitor-” “Wait!” Nuahanna blink a few moment, then raise her eyebrow as if she's being played. “Don't joke around, come on! That won't work on me,” she eyed them suspiciously and reveal the strang expression. In her mind, these women are sick in the mind! Perhaps their weakness get a tool of them and they unable to remain in the right mind. Poor thing! The women can only look at Nuahanna as she waves her hand, unwilling to ever open her mind. This matter is such a funny thing. How can a place as lowly as this can able to stop her from leaving?

She hadn't expected the combination of violets and the hypnotic potion to have such a profound effect. So... she leaned in close to Diana's ear. "For the sake of your true love, you must... first rid yourself of the burden in your womb." With that, she placed a pocket watch on Diana's wrist. "Do you see the window?" Mandala pointed. "Now, go to bed obediently. In an hour, open that window, then jump out." She had taken courses. When a person is hypnotized, the hypnotist doesn't need to be present; they only need to set a trigger in the person's mind.

She was willing to go to any length to protect herself and those she cared about. "W- who's... who's back?" "The innocent person you messed with." "I-I don't understand." Her eyes seemed to rotate too quickly, and she passed out. With a loud shout, she closed her eyes and shook her head. She was suffering from a tremendous headache and a pounding in her chest. She felt as if the world was whirling too rapidly for her to keep up with. Throughout it all, she could hear a woman laughing loudly and demonically. The woman's voice had a disturbingly familiar ring to it. She opened her eyes and turned to stand up before she could figure out who it was.

The good news was that he did find a condition similar to that of Sienna’s. But the bad news was that the word that was written there made Dr. Watte feel a chill in his heart. ‘Incurable.’ This kind of psychedelic hypnosis would cause a person to fall asleep and experience the most painful moments of their life over and over again in the dream world. The weaker a person’s willpower was, the weaker the effect. On the contrary, those with strong willpower would be affected a hundred thousand times more! And Sienna belonged to the latter!

It seems like I've underestimated this woman. Sara, who was in the hall, stared at the surveillance screen on her phone in disbelief. 'Impossible. How is this possible? I clearly hypnotized her. She didn't even react when the corner of her clothes caught fire. There's no way she was faking it. Then again, she's so clear-minded right now. I can't believe I underestimated that b*tch!!!'

She swallows me down, moaning, her own tits bouncing as she grinds against my thigh. The men rotate, each taking a turn in my pussy or mouth, their cocks hard and endless. The women ride my face or fingers, their tits bouncing in my vision, nipples hard and wet. The room spins bodies swapping, cocks thrusting, pussies grinding, tits everywhere bouncing like a hypnotic rhythm. Cum splatters my skin, my tits glistening with it, bouncing even more slickly.

“Same sex?!” Another high-profile influencer cried out in surprise, “You mean, he’s a woman?!” “That’s impossible! Absolutely impossible!” Sally teared up as she looked at Maria and pointed at me. “Chris, it has to be you! You must have bribed her! You refuse to take responsibility for our baby! You don’t want to marry me! You’d rather change your sex just to stage something like this! How could you be so heartless?!” I wore a cold smirk as I watched her accuse me hysterically.

Music pounded in the floor, in my ribs. And the women… God, the women on stage were like something not human. Not fragile, not breakable like me. They were fire and marble, untouchable statues that had come alive just to laugh at the rest of us. Every movement was its own kind of language, hips talking louder than mouths ever could. People in the crowd stared like they were under spells, like they’d give up blood just for one touch, one glance. I stood there frozen, clutching the edge of my coat, heart racing in my throat.