Manipulateur Novels & Stories

"How are you doing that?" "Neural override," Echo explains calmly amidst the moans. "I am stimulating the pleasure centers directly." The third avatar—the other man—steps forward. He’s holding a crop. Swish-thwack. He hits my breast. The haptic suit delivers a shock of pain exactly where the crop lands. Alex thrusts deeper. Thump. The virtual woman sucks harder. Slurp. The clamps on my nipples tighten rhythmically, controlled by the music beat. Pinch. Pinch.

“Mistress… please… I can’t hold it… they’re too much…” Nova tilted her head, feigning sympathy. “Poor thing. But the audience decides. And right now they want more.” She raised both arms at once. The transformation was fluid and beautiful, plates sliding, joints realigning, synthetic skin flowing like liquid metal. In seconds her right arm became a long, thick, ridged electro-dildo, glowing with faint blue current along every ridge. Her left arm morphed into a specialized prostate milker: a curved, bulbous head with pulsing suction cups and internal vibrating nodes designed to milk him dry without allowing orgasm.

The stainless-steel bowl sat beneath the banquet lights, the metallic finish nearly blinded me. It was no longer simply a dog bowl; it now contained half-eaten food, scraps, and greasy leftovers. Grant stood on the stage, dangling my year-end bonus check between two fingers. His beady eyes glinted with amusement, like he was a circus master waiting for his cheap little circus act to perform. I inhaled deeply. This time, I didn't lower my head. I didn't bend my back like I always had just to pick up their so-called "reward."

“Do not let him manipulate your emotions. Every doubt he evokes is a weapon. Disarm it before it strikes.” Kane extended her hands, allowing the Pulse to shape currents that pushed the illusions backward, redirecting the flames and dissipating the shadows. Her movements were fluid, graceful, yet precise. She felt the valley respond to her mastery, roots rising and coiling in perfect synchronization, energy pulsing in harmony with her heartbeat. Each strike from the Devourer’s forces met calculated resistance, absorbed and redirected without loss of control.

She remembered how some of multi-purpose bots had programming and parts for sexual activities, just like the sex bots used by some escort agencies and p**n creators. They could run on scripts, reacting instinctively to scenarios according to the program they were running. She had never guessed that Bruno's array of functions included such things. Bruno dragged her squirming to the bed and flung her down. The towel had come undone and dropped to the floor as he threw her to the bed, naked. 'Disable roleplay mode! Disable insemination mode!' she shouted desperately, clambering backwards to the top of the bed and trying to cover herself. Bruno stood at the foot of the bed, seven feet of metal s

As she exchanged a warm smile with the man. She then walked towards the table that was loaded with various equipment and tools; she scanned the equipment, and among them was a small device with three buttons on it. The red one was for turning it on and off, while the second and third buttons controlled the intensity of the device, with the second button being for high intensity and the third button for extremely high intensity. Martina picked it up, eyeing it carefully as she decided what to do with it, a wicked smile curved at the corner of her lip.

the King said as he spat at her. And just like that, Ollie was screaming in pain and grabbing his head. "What are you doing to him!" Riley demanded. "You don't know? Ha, him and his wolf are trying to reject the shift. His birthday wasn't long ago. You call yourself a best friend to him, yet you didn't even know, did you. If he shifts, he will be under my full control and become a part of the Rogue army. I will be able to command anything from him. However, for him to keep any part of his old self, he needs to reject the shift. He will be wolfless forever!" The king started laughing.

I needed to add my left hand. That will be later, I'll need Roberts for this.

Minus Viper’s lips formed a slight smile, but his eyes burned with anger. “I have to apologize. Clearly, I didn’t quite make the impression on you gentlemen that I had intended.” “Now, don’t be too sure about that,” I said. “If your intention was to show us that you’re a psychopath that mutilates his own people due to his own personal fuckups, then let me assure you, message received. Wouldn’t you say, Clutch?”