Hypnotized Women Novels & Stories

A flash of light lit up the green and hung in the air over us, and there was a group of women standing in front of the girls. They were very attractive women, dressed in white togas that only just reached their thighs. They had big hair, brushed out into waves like various incarnations of Charlie’s Angels, and they wore a ton of makeup. They did look quite sexy, like a dance troupe from the 70s about to do a routine to the latest Boney M hit single, but they also had that terrifying aura about them that all heavily-tarted up women carry around. “I have put everything on display! Don’t look! Why aren’t you looking? My eyes are up here, pervert! Desire me! Don’t touch me!”

Sure, there was a slight hint when we fucked, but this is way bigger than that. The two women inside, one strapped to a bed, the other woman holding a whip, looking away. I don't need to see more. The second window was just like the first; however, a woman was naked, kneeling with her arms bound behind her back, and there was a man and a woman with her. Okay, I can cope with that; my mind is processing the thoughts well considering, reaching the third window, I feel brave glancing inside.

Something they could no longer ignore. The moment before—the one suspended between desire and action, between restraint and surrender—was over. And what came next… would not be quiet.

They felt contaminated. She took a taxi to the hospital and, following the doctor's instructions, lay down on the therapy couch. The doctor lit a special incense and dimmed the lights. "Ms. Jackson, please look at the pocket watch in my hand and follow my instructions." "Three!" "Two!" "One!" "Begin hypnosis!" In the dim light, Nina stared at the pocket watch in the doctor's hand, tears streaming down the corners of her eyes. Nancy, I'm sorry. Even though you sacrificed your life to save me, I remain as weak as ever.

Gray like a five-dollar whore on a Saturday night. First of all, going under hypnosis took longer that it should have, as though Chrissie's brain told her to stop looking for things that weren't there. Once she'd finally been relaxed and compliant, her mind refused to give any extra information from the last time. It didn't want to be bothered, and no one could figure out why.

Mistress Hawthorne picks up the remote control and presses a certain button on the large screen in front of us. A man and a woman appear on the screen, their bodies naked and intertwined in sex. The woman let out an intense moan that made my body become tingly and bone chilling. There were stereos playing in all four corners of the roof, and clear, lustful moans surrounded our ears. Some of the girls who were easily shy covered their ears. The she-wolf standing next to her slapped her hand away hard, forcing her to have to listen carefully. Besides Mistress Hawthorne, there were ten she-wolves corresponding to ten girls. Beside each girl stood a serious she-wolf as a supervisor.

That wasn’t how it worked. Number 3’s situation was another good point to look at. When she resolved herself to never give up any information, Mane used Words of Power to get the words out of her mouth. How was that possible? After all, Words of Power could physically force her to open her mouth, but it couldn’t bring the words out of it. What Mane did was simple really. He used Words of Power to bring up mists and illusions that clouded Number 3’s judgement, and then he was able to successfully hypnotize her. He studied Hypnosis from his 3rd Master – the Spiritualist. And he was pretty good at it. It was just that Number 3’s mind was firm so Mane had to use mists and illusions to disorient

A woman sat on the ground nearby, her body swaying back and forth, her voice low and haunting, a painful melody that seemed to dissolve into the air like wailing. Her hair hung in front of her face, tangled and dirty, veiling her features. She looked broken, a figure of sorrow locked in an endless loop of despair. I watched her, captivated and frightened, my eyes wide, unable to look away. But then, from the shadows, another woman appeared, moving silently; she was just like the other woman who was wailing, as she approached me from the other side. I felt a chill race down my spine as I glanced between them, feeling a strange and growing dread.

Gino looked stunned, his eyes wide with disbelief as he watched helplessly. I was hyperventilating—the images of that man, that woman, and the baby, the screams, and the pain. I felt it all. I tried to focus on following Mrs. Carter's voice. "Harriet, look at me. You are going to be okay. Now, breathe. One, two, three—breathe," she said so calmly, it was hard to focus when I did not understand what the hell was happening to me. "A man on a silver throne, he was making a woman kneel to him, she was crying, and then I saw her again in the woods, with a baby, she was covered in blood, and then she ran away. What is happening? Why am I seeing these things?"

For a long time, Carver was unable to hold back his restrained desire, where in front of him, a beautiful, plain-bodied woman with a seductive shape was wriggling on his body. "I know you want to touch me, right? I always take care of my beautiful body and this time I will dedicate it to you." Clara touched Carver's face with both hands. The woman's face turned red with her mouth slightly open, letting out a melodious moan that made Carver even more hypnotized. "Get me pregnant, Carver." Clara continues to tease by displaying a beautiful face that will make any man tempted. Carver slowly began to lose consciousness as if hypnotized by the woman's gaze and seduction.