Mind Control Harem Novels & Stories

Nimue said she had trilled his mind to see if it was him and came up empty though. " Mind control " Nimue says inside of me , Shirer looks at me. Of course she would have heard Nimue. She has spoken to her through me before. " I thought the same too , that was why I have just tried putting a mental blocker on him. I was kept out " Shirer voice rattles in my mind. " If it was mind control , there would be no dark magic in his blood , or wrongs in his mind. Mind control doesn't always have to be black magic , and his memories will be kept clean by whoever is doing it. " Nimue answers .

I finished up and stepped out of the stall, already turning toward the door to rejoin my team when I saw someone was standing there. Blocking the way. August. Up close, he looked worse than before, his eyes unfocused, his stance slightly off, like he was already drunk enough not to care about anything around him. “Move,” I said, my voice was annoyed. I didn't have strength to deal with all the Ice fuckers this night, I have to wrap up here and head back home. August didn’t. Instead, he stared at me, like he was trying to see something that wasn’t there.Then suddenly, his hand shot out and grabbed my arm.

I ignored their terror and unleashed the full force of my Tier Seven abilities. An unseen storm of energy raced through the plaza. The camp guards, who had just begun to reach for their guns, were immediately forced to their knees, overwhelmed by the pressure and struggling to breathe. I approached the control console, brushed past the stunned announcer, and inserted a military-grade pendrive into the system, taking over the plaza's large holographic display. "Survivors," I said into the microphone, my voice firm and piercing enough to reach every part of the square. "Let me show you something."

I was pinned down, my chest heaving, my synthetic pussy pulsing with a desperate, oily heat. The Symphony of Overload Victor didn't waste time. He attached the Precision Clamps to my nipples and my clit, turning the dial to Level 10 immediately. "AAAAAAAAAAHHH!" The vibration was so intense I felt like my skin was peeling away. Then, he raised the Control Rod and brought it down on my inner thighs. WHACK! WHACK! And finally, he pressed the Electric Cable to my stomach, sending blue sparks dancing across my frame. "OH! OH! EE-EE-EE!" I was wailing, my digital voice echoing off the server towers. "Hee-hee-aaa! Master! It’s too much! I’m going to melt! Hnnn-aaa!"

he replied, his voice filled with sincerity. “Thank you. I did some mind control stuff earlier… oh God, I am going crazy!” she laughed, grabbing her head with both hands. Marcus's eyes widened. “Mind control?” “Yeah, like….” She sighed, fixing her gaze on the flower pot. With a deep breath, Zyra focused on the flower pot, willing it to rise. To Marcus's astonishment, the pot began to lift slowly into the air, hovering steadily. Her eyes glinted with concentration and a hint of amazement as she controlled its movements.

His voice shook and he sounded ready to cry. “Oh, my God. They've killed Helen,” I gasped. He shook his head. “It's almost worse. When she comes around, she's going to wish that they had.” “What do you mean?” I demanded. “What could be worse?” Randy bit his lips and turned a pale sweaty face toward me. “They used magic on her. They figured out how to do mind control. Now the Huntsman doesn't even need to control her body because he can make her mind believe whatever he wants.”

Submit. The Foundry has fallen, but the "Project Chimera" has already succeeded in its primary goal: infecting the next generation. The Harem has the Queen, but the city has a new, shadowed King who can control the infected through a frequency they can't resist. Can the Six-Point Anchor hold against a city of sleeper agents, or will Elara have to make the ultimate Sacrifice to break the frequency?

As her phone beeped constantly, I couldn't stop my sudden urge to see who is sending so many messages to her. The messages are coming from the group 'Girls Gang.' I opened the messages and frowned as I read the first line of the message 'tips to control Dom' sent by Ethan's Butterfly. My anger raised after reading those tips. What the fuck she is teaching to other submissives? I have to tell Ethan what his butterfly is doing. He needs to control her. Kiara: We really needed these tips! Thanks, Anna. Eve: I'll try these things on Dev. Anna: I can assure you, guys, that these tips will really work as I already tried these things on my Master.

But her mind was elsewhere—tracking the IP silently behind the scenes, every keystroke logged, every ping echoing in the back of her mind. Then came another comment. “Prove you're still in control. Show them what darkness tastes like.” The words wrapped around her like silk soaked in gasoline. Domica leaned into the mic, slow and deliberate. “Oh darling,” she cooed, “you think I’ve lost control? Watch closely. The night’s just begun.” [INSERT PLACEHOLDER FOR SUGGESTIVE POWER MOVE / EROTIC PLAY] But her eyes never left the chat box. She watched the symbol vanish… then reappear.

He was Cyrus Richmond, the heir of a top-tier elite family in the capital circle and the second-highest spender on our server. As soon as she noticed me enter, Stacy sprang up from her seat. She pointed straight at me and cried out in injustice, "Heather! You shameless account thief, you finally dared to show up!" The room fell into immediate silence. All four men turned their attention to me at once. Lewis, Shadowfang, and Reviver also rose to their feet, instinctively positioning themselves as though to protect me. Upon seeing this, Stacy's tears spilled over like broken pearls. "Lewis, Shadowfang, Reviver, don't believe her! She's not Moonwalker at all. She's my roommate. With the backing