Hypno Slave の小説・ストーリー

Martha didn’t respond to what the werewolf just said to her and kept her calm. The werewolf was angry at Martha and got even angrier when it noticed Tyler approaching her with another tumbler of water. It let out a huge groan and said, “You better not listen to her demands Tyler. Remember they are not our guests but just slaves” Both Cindy’s and Benjamin’s eyes widened as they heard themselves labeled as slaves in front of their daughter. Martha didn’t show any signs of getting offended upon getting called as a slave since she believed she was smart enough to not register the bullshit coming out of the werewolf’s mouth.

The first one was a success, but I feel the dose was not strong enough… I look up as his words sink in. “You can improve it?” ‘You wish to dull her mind and to become a slave to your will… and I, I happen to be the God of hypnotism.’ He chuckles darkly at something I don’t get. “So you’re saying that you have something that will make her obey my will?” I ask, intrigued. ‘Not only obey your will, but she will become your slave, yours to command and control. The perfect puppet to your command and you will be the puppet master.’

He struggled to put himself in the much more foreign and filthy feeling position. "I have no interest in a slave." Hades bit down hard on the no-fur's tender ear. "I want you to be a living doll. A slave knows what to expect and obeys. A doll has no choice but to move and accept what they are given. You are a very pretty doll. A delectable toy. And you will learn what that means with me." The way the black devil held him stole the no-fur’s false dignity. His heels dug in the dirt as Hades made him cum while raising and reddening his nipples to a careless soreness. The no-fur’s careful control of his seductive body was utterly shaken.

He ordered. Holy Shit! This was going to be humiliating. As soon as I pulled his shoes off, I could smell the sweat coming off his feet. Still, I knew that I would have to go through with this. After I laid his socks on the floor beside his shoes, I lifted one foot up and began to lick the top of his foot. It tasted horrible. Odd how that horrid taste added to my feelings of degradation. I could feel my juices beginning to trickle down my thighs. I also began to feel myself slipping into subspace. That's the place in my brain where my natural submissiveness comes out. I go into full on slut slave mode and will do just about anything I am ordered to do. It's gotten me into trouble a few times

Wasting no further time, I pulled out a merchandise I had purchased earlier today from my bag and took a quick inhale from it. The local wolves called it the Lycan's breath. I knew that jumping off this cliff without subduing Nina first would amount to nothing. She was going to save me, so subduing her first was the best thing to do. "Katherine..." Her voice was faltering, the drug was working. I had taken less than a pinch and it was already this effective. This thing was definitely dangerous. My head had become wobbly, and my vision had been distorted for a moment. But I managed to get control.

he said with a smirk. WHAT??????? HIS SLAVE?????? HELL NO??????

“Please… please, no more…” But instead of mercy, I felt his hand between my thighs, pressing into my soaked heat. “You’re dripping,” he murmured against my ear. I shook my head desperately. “No Sir…” He pushed two fingers inside me. My hips bucked against him. “That’s it,” he growled, curling his fingers deep. “Cry and beg all you want, little slave. Your cunt belongs to me.” The rhythm built until I was clawing the floor, torn between pain and unbearable pleasure. My orgasm ripped through me violently, leaving me slumped and shaking.

"She is still a slave no matter what it is she has done. My slave." "You realise how stupid it was for you to keep that in mind in a situation like this? And the goddess be merciful to our honour, you were going to tell those high elders she is a slave? Come on, Gizmo, did your brain cells go for a vacation, or did you choose to leave them in your bedroom while coming here?"

Though truth be told, I did little more than wait my turn, yet my body has already decided that it's done enough for the day. Tossing some crispier bits of bacon and an omelette onto my plate, I make my way towards a dining table. There are three set up in the room, which sits just off of the kitchen. I plant myself at the emptiest one and feel myself tense up a little, feeling every pair of eyes at the table on me. The ones who were animatedly talking become silent as I settle down. I cringe inwardly and avoid looking at any of them. “It’s Lisandra- the slave; the bait,” I can hear a taunting voice, purposely just loud enough for me to hear.

"Not in here and not in my wing of the palace. Those rooms are soundproof. My Nebos takes care of it." "Good." Sloan dropped his boxer shorts. "I plan to make you beg and do that little scream thing and purr… loud." Sloan shoved the items on the desk to the side. He then plopped his ass in the middle of the wood. Nebos rose to offer cushion on the hard surface. "When we are alone…" Octnavin stood between Sloan's open knees. "I will be your slave in every way." Octnavin wrapped his tentacles around Sloan's waist and drew him closer. His drinking limb glided over his nipples and down Sloan's abs. "I am yours."