Hypnotized Women Novels & Stories

Dylan ignored everyone else as he approached, stopping in front of me and looking down at me as if I were beneath him. "What right do you have to stay here?" His tone was icy. "Every dollar this company makes is from people working themselves to the brink, except you. You rely on your looks and body to secure deals. It's pathetic." He laughed bitterly. "We've been married all these years, and somehow I never realized what kind of woman you really are." Then, he pulled out a stack of photos from his pocket and slapped them in front of my face. The pictures spilled across the floor, showing me with various men—walking beside them or drinking together.

She held that much hate and envy in her heart for that woman. She switched on the television and kept tuning until it came to a stop on Tom Cruise's unaging face. She sighed in content, feeling cool, but then she noticed something. Cool wasn't just a feeling, the room got colder, a sudden chill ran down her spine effortlessly, making her shiver slightly. She made her way to the thermometer, noting that it had dropped to 5°, she increased it to where she could feel the warmth again and sighed, content this time. She went back to the television where Tom Cruise's face had been replaced with the cheetah from Cheetos ad. Her phone dinged and picked it off her pocket to see a text from her cousin

I halted immediately and took some steps back, Five breathtaking women stepped inside, they were tall, elegant, and dressed in sheer, blood-red fabric that left almost nothing to the imagination. The material was so thin I could clearly see the pink peaks of their nipples, the curve of their hips, and the smooth lines between their thighs. Black blindfolds covered their eyes, yet they moved with perfect, synchronized grace, as if they could see through the darkness itself. The moment they crossed the threshold, they dropped to their knees in one fluid motion, foreheads touching the floor.

And everyone in it. “Get off of her! Don’t touch her!” I screamed to the pack as I pushed their lustful paws away. They cocked their heads and laughed heartily. Some howled as the warrior continued to take her; her groans of pleasure never pausing as the trance... this black magic took hold. I looked around the room. All the women’s eyes were blackened, under some sort of spell. Their grunts and groans of elation suffocated the room. One woman danced topless as the men grabbed and pulled roughly at her breasts.

It wasn’t just his presence, it was the sheer dominance in the way he carried himself, like the entire room, no, the entire world bent to his will without question. Two women were there with him. Naked. Bound. Suspended in air by chains, in ways that held them in place, their movements were limited and body tense. Nipple clamps on either side of their breasts, blindfolds around their eyes and a collar around their neck. They were covered in sweat and I could literally see the cum running down their legs. The sight was so unreal and terrifying. Like something out of a movie. Yet… yet the twisting in my stomach didn't stop. My heart wouldn’t stop racing.

“You're right... Today.” The Beta asked the two warriors who were with him to untie Sharena and take her to a special room for people who had to be punished. They did as Zoan commanded, and the Beta walked ahead because he thought he would wait for Sharena in the special room they had prepared. Unfortunately, the Beta forgot one thing: Sharena's ability. The woman could hypnotize anyone except those with a special destiny, such as an Alpha, Beta, pack advisor, and healer. The two warriors were hypnotized by Sharena, and the woman was finally able to escape.

It felt like they had been teleported to an endless domain of eternal darkness. They lost total control of their body. Their limbs were stiff and their mouths could not form any sort of speech. Freedy sneered in satisfaction when he saw that they had fallen into his spell as they began to sink into a deep slumber. "Listen to my command and kneel!" He ordered them in a hypnotic state. Crash! Crash! Hilda, Gasper and Nuella pitched forward and fell to the floor in a kneeling position as their bodies followed his orders unconsciously.

The boisterous screaming from the crowd almost breaks my eardrums, especially when my body voluntarily jumps off the bridge as well. In a blink of an eye, the woman and I landed in the living area of my unit which almost causes Cecelia a heart attack. "Can you offer her something to eat?" I said awkwardly. "And by the way, you might wonder how your car gets impounded, we left it in the middle of the bridge." Before I disappeared from the unit, I looked into the woman's eyes and put her under my hypnosis to forget everything about what happened earlier, especially how she landed in my place.

Right at that moment, suddenly four women wearing unclean clothes entered the room, they insolently contorted their bodies to seduce Mark. Erwin and the others laughed happily at Mark who looked tortured, especially when Mark shook his hand vigorously to break free from the cursed chains. Mark's head felt like it was going to explode when he saw those four extremely hot women, but he couldn't pounce on them. When his brain was still semi-conscious, Mark couldn't stop swearing at Erwin, and Erwin just kept laughing. But the laughter immediately disappeared when Mark said Azkia's name. Mark, who was already insane because he loved Azkia too much, had hallucinations that the four women were Azk

There was fury, humiliation, a wild vitality that even total defeat hadn't extinguished. It's that vitality, perhaps. The other women… those brought to me, those who throw themselves at me for money or protection… they have a veneer. Calculated seduction, purchased submission, or pure fear. Their eyes quickly become empty, or complicit. Their souls are negotiated, sold, resigned.