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Nefarious Narration

Joan woke up with a dull headache. It was peculiar to her, she had not been out drinking last night. In fact she rarely did drink, she was a well respected lawyer and it would not do to be seen in public acting like a drunken idiot.

"Ugh, what's with this headache?" She asked herself as she dragged herself out of bed.

Joan glanced at her clock and saw that it was already 8:45 am. She was meant to arrive at the law firm by 9. With sudden urgency she began to rummage through her drawers for clothing. In the midst of pulling a pair of clean socks over her feet, she paused as a terrible realization struck her.

"What's that voice in my head?" She asked aloud.

It was no normal headache. Poor Joan had started hearing a voice in her head now. Was she going crazy? Or was something or someone behind it?

"I think I am going crazy!" She told herself, fear of being late to work supplanted by a new fear of her own insanity.

"Just stop talking already!" She shouted frantically, covering her ears. Yet it did nothing to stop the voice.

"Get out of my head! Get out of my head!" She chanted. But the voice was not just in her head. The voice was everywhere all at once. Its words swirled in the air around her and vibrated upon her skin until she shivered.

"What the hell are you?" She asked, shaking.

The voice did not answer, it simply continued speaking as it had done.

"The voice should stop speaking then." Joan ordered defiantly.

Silly Joan. She has no power. Joan's eyes widened and her jaw hung open as the voice dismissed her so simply.

"Don't call me silly you patronizing fuck! I have a law degree, you're just some...some creepy voice that sneaks into women's rooms when they're getting dressed!" She snapped back viciously.

It may seem below the voice to respond to such taunts...but then again Joan's prideful tone was somewhat irritating. She did not even begin to understand her place. Nor the voice's power. But she will.

Joan opened her mouth to speak, but the words died in her throat. The voice was still speaking. Joan felt her headache worsen, then it began to feel strange. The full ache shifted to an odd pleasure as she felt dizzy and hazy as if in a dream. Slowly, her knowledge of law began to drain out of her head. One by one, facts and cases and memories of trials slipped from her head. Yet, it wasn't painful like something being removed, it was actually incredibly enjoyable. Every thought that floated out of her head was an orgasm, a mind altering orgasm that trumped any physical pleasure she had felt previously. Joan began rubbing her little pussy and humping mindlessly as her sloppy mess of a brain blew its load and ejaculated all of her years of expertise away into the ether. She didn't scream or cry or beg for it to stop, no...it happened with her fingers in her cunt and a wide, dopey grin plastered across her face.

When it was finally over, Joan felt lightheaded and still undeniably aroused as she regained some control of herself and began to comprehend what had just happened.

"What the fuck!? What was that? Its a joke right? I...I...don't remember...I don't remember anything! I'm a lawyer but...when I try to remember it's just...blank. It's really gone! How can you do this to me! Give it back! Undo it!" Joan pleaded grumpily.

It seemed that despite losing any competency in her profession and witnessing the power the voice held, Joan still had not learnt her lesson.

"Wait what are you gonna-" Joan began but her own voice was suddenly silenced as the great and booming voice took over yet again.

Having lost her legal knowledge, Joan still felt that she could gain it back. If not by undoing whatever mean spell had been cast on her then she would simply have to relearn it. But poor Joan would not be so lucky. No, Joan would be much too stupid to learn anything when the voice was done with her. The voice could make her rub her thoughts away like before, but it had another idea.

"I can speak again. What the hell?" As the words left her lips, Joan felt a surge of bliss in her brain as the familiar sensation of knowledge departing hit her.

"Why did that just-" just as the previous sensation had finished and she began speaking, another bolt of delicious stupidity struck her brain.

"Like, what's going on?" Another surge of brain melting pleasure washed through her as more brain cells ceased functioning.

Joan was already quite dimwitted. Perhaps she would never realise that each time she spoke, her IQ would lower a little more.

"OMG! You're making me get dumber when I say things!" She blurted out, surprised when her mind shuddered again as her intellect dropped further.

At this point Joan would probably just keep talking her brain into mush as she was already so dumb that she would forget the game being played with her after a few moments. Like a confused goldfish. The voice had enough fun for now, so it let her speak freely again.

"You mean it? I can say stuff and not go, like, super dizzy and weird?" Joan asked hopefully.

The voice was now confident that Joan had been taken down a peg. Surely she would show some respect now.

"Nuh-uh! I don't like you! You're mean! You made me feel all dumb and weak and...uh... dumb! I'm s'posta be like, a law-ya or whatever. I wear suits and...do law stuff!" The ditz Joan complained.

Stupid, pathetic, worthless Joan. It seems that no matter what the voice does, she will always cling to her old life. There was only one way to teach this naughty cunt any manners. The voice would have to start over. Joan looked confused as she struggled to understand what the voice meant, but soon Joan would be totally changed.

Joan woke up with a strange headache. Actually, it wasn't exactly strange for Joan to have a headache. She was a well known party girl and often came home drunk, sometimes to a stranger's house. Honestly, the fact that she awoke in her own bed was probably the strangest part. Joan was a well known prostitute, though she tended to fuck men for free quite often. Mostly she just loved cocks. Feeling them stroke the back of her throat, feeling them pulsate inside her sloppy pussy, feeling them stretch her tight asshole...that was her favorite thing.

As Joan lazily crawled out of bed, somewhat surprised (and a bit saddened) to see her underwear weren't stained with some man's cum. Finally, the still sleepy Joan noticed the voice which had been talking inside her head.

"Like, there's a voice in my head! And it can read my mind!" She gasped in surprise. "Actually, it's kind of sexy. I like it when guys whisper in my ear and this voice is making me feel all dreamy."

Finally Joan was behaving like a good girl and respecting the voice. Her strange headache faded away as she accepted the voice in her mind. She would listen to the voice. It would tell her what to do. She didn't need to think for herself anymore now that she had the voice.

Joan's story was just beginning.

[hypnolurker]

Brought to Heel

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Just try them on, they’ll look great on you! Paul insisted, thrusting forward a brand new pair of shiny red high heels with intricate straps that shimmered as the light reflected off them.

It was Meredith’s birthday and her neighbour had come to give her a gift. She didn’t know the man too well, he was several years older than her and their interactions were limited to a quick smile and a glance as they got on with their day. So when he showed up with a neatly wrapped present and a wide grin on his face it struck Meredith as odd. Had she even told him when her birthday was? It was even more surprising when he insisted that he come in and watch her reaction to the gift.

She was stunned when she tore away the wrappings to reveal a rather beautiful pair of heels. Although they certainly weren’t her usual style, as she preferred to wear more conservative clothing and generally thought heels this high looked a bit slutty, they undoubtedly caught Meredith’s eye.

For a moment she didn’t think about how weird it was that her neighbour had gotten her something that appeared so expensive or why he was so insistent on her trying them on. Giving in to the pressure she figured it wouldn’t hurt to slip them onto her feet just one time even if she wasn’t really going to wear them anywhere.

She kicked off her boring regular shoes and took the dazzling heels from Paul. There was an interesting scent she noticed, was it that familiar smell of new shoes? She wasn’t sure but she inhaled it deeply and felt her muscles relax a little as she slid her left foot slowly into the heel. It was surprisingly comfy. Almost like it had been made to fit her foot. She sighed happily and felt a shiver run down her spine as she dipped her right foot into the other heel and put it on.

Paul was chuckling to himself now. Meredith wondered why, but before she could ask she felt a jolt of electricity shoot up from the bottom of her feet throughout her whole body. She jumped to her feet and gasped. She reached down to take a heel off and check if there was something in it that had caused it, but was puzzled by how tight the straps now seemed as she tried to pry the heel from her foot. No matter what she tried it was useless. In frustration, she gave it all her strength and tried to yank the thing off but as she did it another shock ran through her and she immediately let go and stood up straight.

“Well, Meredith, how do you like your present?” Paul asked teasingly as she stared at him in confusion.

“Let me show you what they can do. Bend over.” Paul said.

Initially Meredith didn’t know how to respond or even what he was talking about but then she felt another jolt of electricity and she lost control of her body. It seemed like she was on autopilot as her body bent itself over by the waist until her butt was sticking up in the air and Paul was laughing and ogling her behind as he quickly grew more and more excited.

“Strip.” He commanded.

Another jolt, not quite as strong as the last but it didn’t seem to matter as Meredith found her body moving of its own accord once again. Methodically removing each piece of clothing one by one and tossing them aside until she was standing before him nude. Her perky breasts prominently on display to Paul which caused her face to turn red.

“Play with yourself, I want to see those nipples sticking out and that pussy drool.” Paul ordered eagerly.

Meredith gasped. There was no way, no fucking…another jolt passed through her. Once again it was less noticeable but somehow more effective at controlling her body. The movements it was forcing her to do were becoming more fluid and precise. Her left hand shot up to her breast and began to knead it. Twisting and rolling her fingers over her tender nipple as she sometimes did when playing with herself until it became stiff and swollen. Her other hand effortlessly found its way to her crotch and in no time she was running her fingers over her labia and pushing them deeper and deeper. Her breathing quickened and her face flushed as she began to feel arousal building and building, mixed with intense embarrassment at being watched by this pervert who was controlling her actions and forcing her to put on a show like his personal fucktoy.

“You see dear, I now control everything you do. You’re my slave, my doll…and I’m going to make use of every part of you.” Paul explained.

“Th…that’s crazy…I mean…its not true…you don’t control me. I can fight whatever this messed up shit you’re doing is and then you’ll regret it!” Meredith protested stubbornly.

She breathed deeply and told herself to regain control of her body. She focused all her will on moving. Escaping. She just had to run away, far away from him and then she could try to sort this out. There was a strange urge in her to stay. To obey. It was disgusting and foreign but it still bore down on her will and made it difficult to regain control of her body. Still, she hadn’t been commanded to stay here and so with some mental effort she began to run.

“Stay.” Paul ordered.

Another jolt. So hard to resist it. She practically froze as she was running and collapsed to the ground helplessly.

“I know I don’t control your mind yet, but that’s not a flaw. I have to set the owner so that some other guy doesn’t come and steal my lovely little redheaded sex doll. Once I do that it fully reprograms your mind to be my plaything as well. I just need to cum inside your unprotected pussy to tell the heels that you are my personal property. Now spread yourself for me.” Paul told a shocked Meredith.

The jolts were more like small tingles now but that just seemed to mean they had more control over her. Lying on the ground with her legs splayed she reach to her crotch and with two fingers she spread her lips open wide in a degrading display that told anyone looking ‘please fuck my vulnerable pussy’. Even worse, thanks to his command to play with herself earlier she was already dripping and squirming with heat.

In no time she felt his dick bury itself in her pussy and it was accompanied by thousands of tiny shocks that spread through her body and fucked with her head. She wanted to scream and beg him to stop but at the same time everything felt amazing. Her body craved him. She craved his cum. Deep inside. She needed to be programmed. Needed to be owned. The closer he got to cumming, the more his cock throbbed and twitched, the more she felt her mind slipping away. The will to resist, her old life and desires outside of being a good, obedient doll for her master…everything being fucked out of her until there was a loud grunt, followed by a sensation of hot, thick cum filling her insides. Meredith moaned and shivered as her whole body lit up with a constant, pleasant tingling and an orgasm ripped through her that definitively overwrote her mind.

She was now his.

[hypnolurker]

Trish gets Turned On

As Trish awoke, the back of her neck throbbed with a dull ache. She let out a tired groan as she sluggishly shifted her body and her heavy eyelids scrunched up in resistance to her stirring. Quickly, Trish felt a sinking feeling spread through her as reality crashed through her dream-dazed mind and she began to realise that something was very, very wrong. She could feel the weight of metal hanging from her wrists and ankles, its harsh jangling as she tried to move properly only fuelled the growing fear as her situation sank in. Her whole body felt stiff against the cold ground upon which she had been lying unconscious. Her eyes shot open and frantically darted around the room to take in her surroundings.

The room was dark, strangely so. The only hint of light was a small ray emanating from a window about the size of a book, situated high up in the far corner of the room. Her rapid breathing echoed in the emptiness of what she could tell was some creepy basement. Trish searched her memories desperately for an explanation. The last thing she remembered she was heading home from a late shift at her job...she heard footsteps behind her and...nothing past that. She must have been kidnapped, it was the only explanation. She wriggled there on the floor for a few minutes, tugging at the chains, trying to slip away or smash them against the ground or anything. She just needed to escape. But it was futile. Her bindings were sturdy and tight and all she achieved was tiring herself out. Eyes growing watery, Trish began to scream for help.

“HELP! HELP! SOMEONE HELP IN TRAPPED HERE! PLEASE HELP ME!” she cried out at the top of her lungs.

Immediately, there was a noise above her as the loud thud of footsteps approached the door to the basement and finally a man entered, flipping the light switch and staring at Trish with a disturbing grin-like that of a crocodile eyeing up its next meal. Trish was momentarily silenced as she gazed back in horror, before she began to wriggle and scream more urgently than before.

“HELP! HE’S HERE! HE’S GOING TO KILL ME SOMEONE DO SOMETHING!” she begged.

“You’re such a noise little bitch. Not to mention stupid. Do you think I would leave you here without a gag or anything if there was anyone around to hear your annoying whining?” he scolded her. “Oh, and I’m not going to kill you. That would be a real waste after all the work I’ve done.”

Trish looked at him with eyes wide in fear and confusion. “If you’re not going to kill me...w-what are you going to do?” she sobbed nervously.

The man simply smiled his creepy smile and glanced downwards as his hand reached for his pants and he yanked his zipper down eagerly.

Trish gasped in shock and winced as his fat cock burst out of his pants and flopped in front of her. “If you think that I will ever do anything with your pathetic, gross dick then you’re fucking joking! I will bite that thing off I swear!” she yelled furiously.

“Hahaha. Silly doll, you didn’t even notice it did you?” he asked her, unfazed.

“W-what the hell are you talking about you bastard?!” she snapped back.

“Don’t you feel it, the dull ache in your neck?” he continued.

Trish was stunned and terrified. What had he done to her neck? It had felt strangely sore since she woke up but until now she didn’t pay much attention. The more she noticed it the stranger it felt. What was happening? Trish sobbed and tried to move away as the man reached behind her neck and she felt his hand brush against her neck. Shortly after she heard a distinct ‘click’ and then...things went blank.

Trish heard another ‘click’ and glanced around in confusion. She wasn’t sure what happened but suddenly she was lying on the floor, chains removed with her soft tits pressed into the ground and her legs spread wide. The man was on top of her, holding her down with one hand as he guided the tip of his cock between her open legs with the other.

“Whats goi-ngggh fuck!” Trish gasped as she felt his cock enter her without warning. It slid in surprisingly easily as she realised she was already dripping wet. Trish couldn’t process what was happening. It didn’t make any sense to her...he just reached behind her neck and suddenly she was on the ground with his cock slamming inside her. Why was she so wet? What did he do?

“I turned you off while I got your little cunt nice and sloppy for me, but I wanted you on for this part.” he commented cryptically as his cock rammed inside her slick hole repeatedly.

Trish whimpered in fear and twisted pleasure as she tried to understand what he was saying.

“Oh, I guess you didn’t hear the rest of my explanation because I flipped the switch. Well, its an easy mistake to make.” he said through grunts as he held her down firmly and drove his throbbing cock deeper and deeper into Trish’s dribbling slit. “I installed a little switch you see, at the back of your neck. Connected it to your brain so that when its flipped, you lose higher function. Just things like thinking and speaking. Its really a really convenient solution to that nasty biting business you were talking about. I find its much easier to train your body than your mind, see how easily your tight slit turned into a drooling mess?” he explained.

Trish was stunned. Her thoughts raced as she finally understood her true predicament. She dragged her arm up to the back of her neck and softly ran her fingers across the switch as his cock continued to assault her soaking slit relentlessly. There it was. It felt exactly like an ordinary light switch, the kind she had at home. It couldn’t be real though...couldn’t really turn off her thoughts...she shivered and hesitated as her finger tensed up. Slowly, she began to push the switch.

‘Click.’ Blankness.

‘Click.’

Trish felt her head throb and a sudden dizziness overtook her. She was still in the same position but time had clearly passed. Her pussy felt like it had been pounded for at least twenty minutes now and it was quivering eagerly. His cock also twitched urgently and she knew he was close to cumming.

“The best part is coming up, I want you on to feel your first load of my cum.” he told her as he drove his throbbing shaft deep and let out a long groan as hot spurts of cum shot inside Trish.

Trish squirmed and whimpered quiet pleas for mercy as he continued to pump her full of hot cum. She felt dizzy, almost drunk as her brain struggled to take in the sensations. It felt like all the pleasure her body had received while she was off had just been shot into her head and she couldn’t take it. She blushed and sobbed gently as she realised how close she was to orgasm. This disgusting pervert was making her feel good and she couldn’t do anything...couldn’t even remember it…

“Ungh. That felt great! I love breaking in new toys. Oh, but the jobs not done yet. Your pussy is looking pretty desperate right now. You want to cum don’t you?” he pointed out.

“No! I would never do that with someone like you! You’re a piece of trash rapist abductor, I would rather die than cum in front of you!” she spat at him.

“I wonder what its like being turned on mid-orgasm?” he pondered as he reached toward her switch.

“Nooo-” she cried out before the ‘click’ as her scream died in her throat and she lost consciousness.

‘Click.’

Trish’s mind exploded as surges of intense pleasure pulsed from her burning pussy as the man’s fingers were bearing down on her tender clit and she was writhing and groaning loudly like a cat in heat.

“What is it like, waking up to a mind shattering orgasm? Can you even understand me right now?” he asked as Trish moaned and thrashed around wildly in a daze.

The man chuckled, flipping the switch a few more times as the poor Trish could only groan and wriggle in a total daze. Consciousness flickering on and off as sudden bursts of orgasmic pleasure blew her brain over and over.

By the time it was over she was a mess. Trish had been reduced to a grunting puddle on the floor as her brain couldn’t process the repeated attacks of pleasure and blackouts. She blinked slowly and groaned as the man lifted her head to his crotch and slid his sticky cock coated in cum and pussy juice into her helpless throat.

“Not going to bite it? Where’s all that fight you had earlier? Your switch is on right?” he asked smugly, checking her neck to make sure that she was turned on.

He fucked her throat for a while, using the defeated Trish like a living fuckdoll. All she could do was choke on his cock as her mind had yet to recover from its ordeal. As he came once more, leaving his thick, salty cum staining her lips and oozing down her throat, he seemed satisfied. He took a good look at the brainless, cum splattered fuckdoll before him and smiled before reaching down and flipping the switch off once more before leaving.

‘Click.’

The man kept using Trish, assaulting her body and playing with her mind like a simple toy. Gradually her mind wore away as she began to feel more accustomed to being turned off than on. Spending so much time with her brain off, only to be raped, abused and utterly overloaded with feelings whenever she was on. Before long she was turning herself off more and more often. Finally the man noticed a change in his mindless cumbucket.

“Not so talkative today are you doll?” he asked as Trish simply lay there, legs spread and jaw open wide with drool dribbling down her chin and pussy already moist. “You’re switched on right now, you must have something to say. You could scream or beg me to stop...” he continued as Trish remained still, glassy eyes gazing at his crotch.

He decided to do a quick test and undid all her bindings as she remained there drooling and softly moaning. “Ok, I’ve had my fun. You can go now.” he said to her.

No response.

“I’m serious, I’m bored of you. I’ll go get a new toy so you can leave. The door is open, stairs are right there.” he repeated, pointing to the exit.

Still nothing.

He slowly walked over to the far window and sat down, facing away from her. “See, I won’t stop you. This is your chance to escape.” he insisted.

Trish was still there, tongue hanging out like a proper, ready to use fuckdoll.

The man became frustrated and marched up the stairs. As Trish sat there, thoughtless and dripping, his voice echoed down the stairs. He was on the phone with someone, not that the mindless Trish could understand.

“Yeah, I think this one is broken. There’s no response at all!” he complained.

“Have you tried turning it off and on again?” came the response.

The abductor sighed and hung up the phone angrily. “I guess it really is time for a new toy...”

[hypnolurker]

Natasha’s Ballet Training

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Natasha was a ballet dancer. Ballet wasn’t just her passion, it was her life. Since childhood she had always loved the beauty and grace achieved by the most accomplished ballet dancers and practised for hours every day to emulate them. She joined ballet clubs and took classes and worked her hardest at every opportunity and when she finally finished school she applied for her dream job- dancing for the Bolshoi ballet company in Moscow. She put everything she had into her audition.

However, they weren’t so impressed. Rejection. Her dreams crushed. But…Natasha wasn’t one to give up so easily. If she could just improve…she needed a teacher. Not just any teacher…the best teacher in the whole country! Nikolai Volkov. He was known as a bit of an eccentric and she had heard some strange stories but no one disagreed that he was the most talented ballet teacher around. He was who she wanted to train under.

So she sought him out. Finding him was easy enough, it would be convincing him to teach her that was the hard part. As soon as they met, his eyes flashed across her body suddenly and he shook his head. “My dear, you simply don’t have the talent to learn the art of ballet from me. You should leave.”

But Natasha persisted. Followed him. Begged him. “I’ll do anything! Anything you want. Ballet is my whole life! Just please, please teach me!”

Nikolai paused for a while, deep in thought. His brow furrowed and Natasha simply stared at him struggling to figure out what thoughts might be running through his mind.

“Do you even have the money to pay for my lessons? They’re quite expensive my dear.” He asked inquisitively.

“Well…not right now but I can get it I swear! I’ll work 15 hours a day and sleep in a shelter if it means I can become good enough to join the Bolshoi and dance as wonderfully as they do!”

Nikolai chuckled, then eyed her up. This time his eyes dragged along her body slowly, tracing every curve and lingering around the most sensitive areas. “Yes, now that I think about it there may be some potential. I could be convinced to train you. You said you would do anything?” He asked with a sly smile.

“Y-yes…anything…” Natasha repeated, now questioning his intentions.

“Then you will agree to do anything I ask, without question. Your body will be mine to mold…in every way. Do you understand what I’m saying?” He spoke sternly.

“Yes I think I do.” She responded anxiously.

“If you really understand, get on your knees and open your mouth. Your obedience begins now.” He ordered.

Natasha’s eyes widened and she hesitated, but after a few moments she took a deep breath and sunk to the floor, reminding herself what she was working for…that this would all be a hazy memory one day in the future when she was a world renowned ballet dancer…staring up with wide eyes as she opened her mouth and quickly found it stuffed full of Nikolai’s hot, throbbing cock. She meekly swallowed the filthy member down and let him fuck her face as she focused on her ambitions and used them to keep her calm and obedient. She had no choice but to obey…to let him use her like this…it was the only way to achieve her dream.

Of course, the degradation didn’t end when he came down her throat and sent her home that day. He scheduled frequent lessons, several hours a day. Initially Natasha was excited that she would get so much attention…her ballet was sure to improve if she was working so hard with this amazing teacher…until she actually went to the classes.

They would start with stretches. Not the typical ones she had done time and time again, but more…embarrassing ones. Every stretch seemed to serve only to show off her ass or thrust out her hips. After a while of stretching like this Nikolai would come over and without a word slide his hand under her leotard and run his rough fingers along her delicate slit. It was humiliating and intrusive and yet…he was kind of skilled with his fingers…her body had a natural reaction as embarrassing as it may be and she would soon find herself blushing and shaking.

Holding the pose she was meant to be in became much more difficult, yet Nikolai seemed to expect her to keep it up. Leg in the air, touching her toes, foot behind her head…such tough positions to keep up as his digits were probing and exploring her most sensitive spots. She quivered and whimpered and often found her balance faltering.

Whenever she fell, he would order her to lower her head and raise her ass and she would receive several hard slaps to her butt. She yelped and teared up a little but pushed through it. It was her fault for losing her balance. This was strange but maybe it really was intended to help her. This training was eccentric…very eccentric but it would surely make her a brilliant ballerina! She just had to bare it. To take his abuse and accept his fingers in her tight pussy, sliding deeper inside and making her feel dirty…whorish…but her dignity was a small price to pay. She would do anything for her dream.

After enough time stretching she could feel her pussy tingling. Beads of moisture formed and slowly trickled out as she felt her arousal growing. At first it was so disgusting to her but soon her pussy accepted his fingers and once it did the pleasure was hard to deny. More and more her hips wanted to Buck and writhe on his fingers but she did her best to hold still and keep her pose…as awkward and humiliating as that pose may be.

Pulling his slick fingers out of her leotard and showing them to her he commented “this is how I want you to be at every lesson. Rub yourself like I just did before you come here. Make sure you are wet and needy when you come to future lessons.” He ordered.

Natasha was stunned at the unreasonable order, yet all she could do was gulp and nod obediently. She needed his help. There was no choice but to do as he said. From then on she spent half an hour before each lesson grinding her fingers into her slit to ensure she was ready for him. It was pathetic and so disgusting but…but she would do anything…she kept telling herself it was all for her dream.

After the stretches there was dancing…for a few minutes. They would practice some basic moves for a short amount of time before Nikolai would sigh and approach Natasha, sometimes her would grab her chest and squeeze her tits firmly. Knead them from behind and breath down her neck, whispering in her ear about what a pretty little slut she was and how much he wanted her on his cock, grinding and moaning like a good cocksleave.

Other times he would wrap his hand around her neck and choke her. Watching her gasp for a few moments until her face turned red before letting her go and as she was recovering he would slap her in the face and point out every single flaw in her performance of the moves they had just practised.

After the short stint of dancing he ended her lesson with servicing. He chose a position, it might be on her knees mouth wide open or on her back with her legs spread or even on her hands and knees with her butt sticking out and wriggling seductively. Once she was in it he would pull out his stiff cock and she would service it with whichever hole he wanted to use that day. He instructed her to focus on his cock. Feel it’s every twitch and throb. Do her best to maximise his pleasure. The more she could make him groan and the quicker he came the more encouragement her gave her. It was so frustratingly debasing and objectifying but Natasha did as she was told. She gave it her all, working hard to ensure her perverted teacher was grunting and his fat cock was bulging constantly.

After several months Natasha couldn’t deny the changes. It was hard to tell if her ballet had improved but what she did notice was her body and mind bending. She no longer needed to rub her pussy before the lessons, it was always slick and eager hours before the lesson even started in anticipation. Just thinking about her lessons had turned from shameful and embarrassing to exciting in a weird way. Her pussy hummed with need and it became harder and harder not to fantasise about Nikolai’s cock. It seemed the servicing was getting to her…so much time spent every day thinking about how to make it twitch and ebb and spurt…it seeped into her mind until it was lodged in the back of her head. How to better please his veiny cock was often on her mind when she was doing other tasks. It was distracting even.

It didn’t end there. The lessons were getting stranger. Where at first she had felt used, abused and humiliated at his lessons…she now enjoyed them. Her pussy begged to be fingered by him and she loved the feeling of accomplishment as she held her slutty position despite his digits which stirred up her insides and made her squirm.

She was so wet and horny during the lessons that focusing on the dancing parts grew difficult and she was glad when he cut them short to fondle her tits or slap her face or choke her. She knew it was wrong…that she hadn’t felt this way before but…being abused like that brought her this…sick pleasure that only served to make her desperate pussy clench and beg for more.

Servicing him was becoming her favourite part. It was so fun feeling him throb inside her…the heat…his breathing getting faster…hearing those moans…it brought her pleasure too. Every time he came she groaned in delight.

Most of all she felt her obedience grow. From a stubborn girl simply doing what she had to in order to achieve her dreams…she gradually learnt just how natural and wonderful obedience felt. It became an instinct to obey her instructor. Her body simply did as he said without her needing to think…it made the lessons so much easier as she relaxed and let her mind shut off as she simply obeyed and enjoyed the sensations of arousal and pleasure and twisted joy.

Finally, at the end of one lesson as Natasha was servicing his cock happily, Nikolai commented on her progress.

“Yes, I think you’re ready.” He announced and she looked up with her eyes confused and quizzical, still slurping away at his cock.

“Oh, my dear, I didn’t mean about your ballet. Your ballet has always been mediocre. Not worth teaching.” He said, watching Natasha’s eyes widen as she struggled to understand what he was saying.

“You really thought this was to teach you ballet? Silly silly girl. I saw potential in you…potential to be a wonderful little fucktoy. I’ve been training you to better please people, and now you’re ready! You’ve been molded into the ideal, subservient little sloppy, needy fuckdoll.”

Even though she tried to deny what he was saying, Natasha continued obediently sucking away at his cock, only able to communicate her frustration and outrage through her eyes. She shot him a look that said ‘I’m not your subservient fuckdoll!’

“Oh my dear, you will understand soon.” He told her before shouting towards the other room, “Sasha, Mikael, come in!”

Natasha glanced towards the door as she bobbed up and down on the twitching cock as a man and a woman both in leotards walked into the studio looking ready to dance.

“Show this silly girl here what true ballet is.” He told them.

Immediately they began to dance together, and it was otherworldly! The grace and precision which they demonstrated was stunning and Natasha watched, hypnotised by the amazing performance as the cock in her mouth throbbed and pulsed. As the pair’s dance neared its end, Nikolai’s cock spasmed and sprayed hot, sticky cum all over the back of Natasha’s throat. Still stunned by the performance she simply swallowed and watched in awe.

The pair bowed and Natasha felt her pussy quivering and dripping as her toes curled and an orgasm ran through her. Finally she understood what Nikolai was saying. Seeing them dance…it was beyond anything she could even imagine herself doing. It was a completely different level to her. She was nothing compared to them. Not worth teaching. Not even worthy of cleaning the floor after they danced on it. Her dreams crumbled away as she felt cum running down her throat and an orgasm washing over her.

“Yes. Yes now you see it. You see what you could never be. Some people just can’t reach this level. Yet, you still have a purpose. You may not be a ballerina but you can still help these two perfect their beautiful art.” He explained.

Gulping down his cum and pulling her lips away from the drool coated member she looked up and asked meekly “h-how?”

Nikolai grinned. “Sasha, Mikael, that was excellent. You are worthy students. Now come here and use this filthy whore to relieve your tension.” He said.

Natasha was confused for a moment, but as Sasha stepped in front of her she felt almost star struck. This woman had danced with such grace…she would do anything…anything to please her. This is where her training came together and suddenly she understood what to do. She stuck out her tongue and watched Sasha expose her sweaty slit to her which she eagerly lapped at like a thirsty kitten.

Meanwhile Mikael approached her from behind and as she felt his hands on her butt she began to wriggle it sexily, begging silently for him to rip open her leotard and slide his cock inside her tight asshole. He didn’t waste time and did exactly that, causing her to groan into Sasha’s delicious pussy as her mind shut off and she let her instincts take over. Her old dream had faded and she had a new purpose in life…to please Nikolai and his students and relieve their stress and tension as they worked towards things she could never achieve. She was a fucktoy. A stupid, soaking, whining set of holes to be used. She would do anything.

[hypnolurker]

Hybrid Hyjinx

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A maid isn’t the job Marie had in mind when she left school. She had so many ideas and fantasies of where she might go, what she might do in the future. Unfortunately the world was more unforgiving than she realised. She quickly learnt that jobs were hard to come by, especially for her kind.

She was a hybrid. A mixing of human and animal DNA, specifically bovine. Most people considered them unnatural and shunned them from society. She had hoped that the bullying would stop after she left school and had the opportunity to find a job to showcase her many talents. Then she wound up here, in this embarrassing uniform, cleaning and cooking for her lazy employer. The pay was terrible but he was the first person not to turn her away immediately without interview. She figured she could use this job to support herself until she found a better option.

She was only a few weeks into the position when her employer, Simon, called her into his private chamber and said they needed to talk. It sounded ominous and as much as she disliked her job Marie really needed it. She stared at the ground nervously as she entered the room and prepared herself for the worst.

“Ah, Marie. I wanted to talk to you about your unique….uh…nature.”

What’s he talking about? She wished he would just come right out and say it, he meant about her being a hybrid. She knew it. It was too good to be true to think he wasn’t bothered by it. Maybe he hadn’t noticed until now? That seemed unlikely, her ears were big and floppy and as much as she tried to hide them with her hairstyle they were still very obvious.

“I know what you’re going to say sir but please I’m just as capable and hard working as anyone else you really won’t regret hiring me. I’ve been doing a good job so far you know I have…”

“Err yes of course but what it’s not about job performance. I’ve been researching your…erm…condition…”

“I’m a hybrid. You can say it.”

“Yes that. Well I’ve researched it and I just had to try something.”

Before Marie knew what was happening Simon had moved behind her. His arms flung around her body and grasped her chest firmly. She cried out as he began groping and kneading her breasts in his hands. Her cheeks heated up and turned a bright Crimson and she flailed meekly, pushing his arms down only for them to quickly recapture her large, vulnerable breasts in their eager grasp.

“Wh-what are you doing sir? G-get off meeeee!”

His hands continued their assault. Squishing her soft flesh together. Pinching and twisting her nipples through her thin uniform until they stiffened into tiny hard nubs. Marie couldn’t help but shut her eyes tight and squeal quietly as her breathing quickened, breasts tingling and her body becoming flushed with unwanted excitement.

“I was researching human-cow hybrids. There was some interesting stuff. For instance your breasts are twice as large as the average. They’re also very sensitive, aren’t they?”

As he whispered this into her ear from behind, Simon squeezed both of her nipples between his fingers firmly eliciting a loud, high pitched squeak from Marie.

“St-stop it sir! I don’t wa-”

Her sentence fell apart and she gasped in shock as she felt a warm liquid trickle down her shirt. Simon also noticed as his hands began pumping away at her breasts rhythmically, squeezing out the milky secretions.

“I knew it. I was right, you can make milk!”

Marie was blushing as much as was humanly possible. She scrunched her face up and tried to pretend this whole thing wasn’t happening but she couldn’t ignore the feeling radiating from her chest. The sensation of creamy milk leaking out of her breasts was like an fantastic release. Like her pent up stress was flowing out with the milk. Her breasts were indeed sensitive. So sensitive. She felt waves of pleasure spread through her with every touch. She didn’t want him to do this but his touch was weakening her will, it made her head swim with strange feelings. Curse her hybrid nature.

“I also learned something very interesting. As you hybrid cows get aroused, hormones flood your body and your more primal instincts are brought out, similar to human urges. In this case, of course, it’s the primal cow side that is unleashed.”

Marie struggled to pay attention as her tender breasts were dribbling in such a delightful way that it destroyed her focus and made her body melt into Simons arms.

“I uh…wh-what are you saying?”

Simon laughed devilishly. “As you get aroused, you become more of a cow. Mentally I mean. You’ll lose human thought and it will be like you are entirely a dumb animal.”

Marie’s eyes widened as she understood what he meant. She was familiar with her own arousal, how it made it hard to think and could make her act strange, but she thought this was normal. She though all girls lost their minds a bit when they got horny. Of course she had never actually had sex, most of the boys she liked avoided her because of her nature. So she wasn’t exactly sure what happened when she got really aroused. She shuddered as she thought of it, dreading losing her mind at his touch. Yet at the same time she felt it happening. Her mind numbing. Her breasts humming with a brain melting pleasure which scared her and also, on a more primal level, excited her terribly.

“I’m going to have you move in here with me. As my little cow slut. I’ll keep you nice and horny at all times and you’ll be a good dumb cow for me, permanently. How does that sound?”

Marie’s heart was thumping fast. So fast. She felt it in her chest and heard it in her head. It echoed around her head as if it was a vast, empty space. It was different. So different form before. Before her head seemed bustling with thoughts and ideas and emotions but now she noticed how much smaller it seemed. The only thing she could focus on was the lust. The heat. The sensation of her jiggling, milky breasts.

“Moooooooooooo!”

That was the only response she could muster. As it came out of her mouth she was shocked. She recognised how dumb that sounded, it wasn’t right. She always thought of herself like any other human…but humans don’t moo. Now that she thought about it what did humans say? Moo was the only thing that stuck in her mind. She was finding it hard to even begin to formulate a coherent sentence in her head, let alone say anything. Desperate, she uttered out her best attempt at English in her current, very aroused state.

“Muh-moo-oo. Moooo? Moo!”

Simon giggled to himself as Marie blushed even more and gave up. She continued mooing in pleasure but felt completely embarrassed that she couldn’t even manage to speak any longer. He was right. Her cow nature was overriding her mind. The more she tried to think about it the less she could think at all. She even felt like a cow now. Her body felt strange, as if being upright was wrong. She needed to be down on the ground, on all fours with her fat udders hanging down. That would make it easier to milk her. Yes. These thoughts flowed naturally but anything else, anything human and familiar to Marie in her previous state of mind would just disappear.

Simon finally relented and let go of her udders. Marie mooed in disappointment before turning to him with a dumb look on her face. Simon reached out his arms and held her by the sides, tearing oped the bottom of her shirt and pushing her down onto her knees. He grinned as he stared down at the horny, confused look on Marie’s face.

“I’ve been feeling those udders up so much I can’t resist any longer. I need to stick it in. I need to feel my dick sandwiched between those two massive, fleshy, dripping milk jugs.”

Marie mooed in surprised joy as she felt his hard cock burst from his pants and push in between her milk soaked udders. It fit so comfortably between them as he thrust it in and out of her sensitive chest. With her mind now fully faded she could only think of bouncing her juicy udders up and down in time with the hot, hard cock they were smothering. Mooing and bouncing up and down her udders stroked his cock and squeezed it, milking his cock like he had milked her udders earlier.

“I think I’ll rename you Mumu. How do you like that name?”

“Mumu! Moooo! ❤️”

She squashed her udders together and quivered as she felt the long dick inside begin to twitch and pulsate. Mumu looked down at it eagerly as it throbbed and spurted out hot ropes of sticky fluid. Cum splattered across her face as she happily closed her eyes and opened her mouth instinctively, trying her best to catch as much of the manly cream as possible. Cum went everywhere, spraying in all directions out of her pillowy chest. She swallowed her salty reward hungrily and looked up at Simon dumbly with big, soft eyes. He knew that she was now his horny cowslut, and he had big plans in mind.