Insurrection - N.C.U. - Part 1

Insurrection - N.C.U. - Part 1

Key: FD, MC, 

Description: Rayne convinces a skeptical Klaire to go to a meeting of the S.L.E.E.P. Sorority, and while she is there Rayne makes a rather poignant decision. 

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Rayne made her way down the corridor to her dorm room. She had about an hour before she had to leave for the next meeting of S.L.E.E.P., the sorority that she had joined some weeks ago and had been recruiting for. Her recruitment had been very successful so far, their membership had more than doubled from the four founding members to a much more pleasant nine. And Rayne, much to her satisfaction, had hypnotized them all. She took a moment to smile as she thought about how nice it felt to watch another young woman slip under the spell of her words, simply becoming helpless and compliant to her. It was a power she wouldn’t have dreamed of having just a few short months ago. But now it was intoxicating. There was still more to be done, though. She had one more girl that she wanted to have under her power. 

She composed herself as she opened the door to her room and smiled. “Hey.” she said warmly to her roommate Klaire as she closed the door behind her. 

Klaire was where she always was, sitting in her chair and reading by the light of her desk lamp. “Oh…” she said, looking up from her book and smiling softly, almost timidly. “How’s it going?” she asked as she glanced back at her book. 

Rayne hid her pride at just how much more accommodating Klaire had become lately. When she first moved in she had been quite the bitch, to be quite honest. But through her studies in hypnosis, and a little investigation of Klaire’s reading preferences, she had been slowly altering her attitude and approach towards her roommate. She was using Klaire’s love of romance and vampire novels against her. She had begun using a more assertive, dominant tone, a more commanding approach that melted Klaire’s normally abrasive, borderline abusive, demeanor into something much more intimate and sexual. She knew Klaire was confused out of her mind as to why she no longer felt disgusted by the mere existence of Rayne, and that just made it even sweeter for Rayne to enjoy. 

Rayne sat down on her bed. “So, what are your plans for this weekend?” She asked innocently, hiding her ulterior motive.

Klaire shrugged as she flipped the page of her book. “Not much…” she began, “I have a lunch date with Josh on Sunday. Until then I just plan to get through my backlog.” She said, nodding to four neatly stacked piles of books at the foot of her bed. 

“Josh?” Rayne asked in surprise. “Who’s Josh?” 

Klaire couldn’t help but give her roommate a devious smirk and lowered her book to stare at Rayne. “Josh was the charming young man that brought you home from your bender last weekend, when you managed to pass out in the cafeteria.” She teased, looking back down at the book with a satisfied smile. 

“Oh. I still don’t remember anything from that night. One minute we were on a ghost hunt with Trisha and then the next I was waking up here, feeling like someone had gone through my clothes while I was still wear….” She stopped and looked at Klaire, shock forming on her face.

“It wasn’t me.” She said flatly. “Although Josh did have to look for your ID to find the room so he could carry you, over the shoulder I might add, here from the cafeteria.” She finished with a slight smirk.

Rayne blushed at the idea that Klaire’s date might have enjoyed looking for her student ID a bit more than was needed. She would have to bring it up to him at some point. “I don’t think I even know that guy!” she said, betraying her frustration.

Klaire gave her a wicked smile. “He was quite charming, and very cute,” she said playfully but still with an air of superiority, “not to mention a total gentleman.” She turned back to her book, pleased with herself. 

Rayne rolled her eyes. “We’ll see about that.” she said, subconsciously adjusting her bra. “So…” she began again, moving the actual reason for their conversation to the forefront. “I have my sorority meeting tonight, would you like to come with?”

Klaire turned the page without looking up from the book. “Isn’t that the hypnosis thing you were kind of mentioning the other day?” She asked boredly. 

“Yeah, Sigma Lambda Epsilon Echo Pi. It’s a kind of psychology sorority where we get together and discuss different techniques about things like hypnosis and stuff like that.” Rayne lied, giving her a very sanitized version of the organization, which really only existed so a few horny hypnofetishists could find some sexy subjects to practice on. 

“That’s what I thought.” Klaire said, still not looking up from the book. “No thank you.” she said flatly. 

Rayne felt a little deflated for a moment, she didn’t really expect Klaire to agree but she had still been hopeful. Fortunately for her she had a backup plan already in place. Rayne stood up from her bed and adjusted her shirt, taking on the most confident and dominant attitude she could muster as she walked over to Klaire. She leaned in closer to Klaire’s face, but still high enough so she would have to look up, and placed a single finger on Klaire’s book, slowly lowering it. 

“Hey don’t do…” Klaire started angrily, looking up to find Rayne almost at eye level, staring down at her. ”Th…that…” she finished with a quiver of nervousness in her voice, having lost all of her anger almost instantly. 

“Klaire…” Rayne said, holding her roommate's gaze, “I am going to the sorority meeting, Klaire.” she continued confidently, hoping that her voice wouldn’t betray just how nervous she was. “I would like it, Klaire, if you would…decide to come with me now.” She finished,  emphasizing the last part to make it a command instead of a question. “You can do that for me, Klaire…can’t you?” Rayne finished, hoping she had done everything right. 

Klaire was visibly shaken and confused, she felt completely backed into a corner, completely helpless in the moment. There was something about Rayne’s eyes, something about her posture, her stance, her confidence, that went right to the core of her being and made her shake inside, in a very sexual way. “I… I…” she began nervously as the thought seemed to fade away, her lips twitched like she wanted to say something but nothing would come out. She took a deep breath to try and calm herself, but as she exhaled she heard herself say in a soft, uncharacteristically meek voice “...Yes…I can.” 

Rayne gave her roommate a pleased smile and removed her finger from Klaire’s book. “That’s a good girl.” she said in a somewhat condescending tone as she stood back up, still staring down at Klaire. “Don’t forget to put your bookmark in.” She said with a wink, turning towards the door to leave. 

Klaire blinked in confusion as Rayne turned around, looking back down at her book. “What the hell just happened?” she thought to herself as she put her bookmark in and slowly stood up to follow Rayne, who was visibly pleased with herself. And that only made Klaire even more confused. 

The sorority girls were all gathered in one of the mostly unused lounges on the fifth floor of their building. It was furnished with several couches and comfy arm chairs and could easily hold ten to fifteen people without much effort. Klaire was seated in the far corner of the room, sitting not on one of the comfortable chairs, but on one of the folding chairs she had found in the back. It was a way to pull herself away from the rest of the group, to isolate herself just a bit by being slightly further away from everyone else. It wasn’t working. 

“Hi! I’m Laura!” The bubbly blonde beamed excitedly. “Welcome to the sorority!”

“I’m not in the sorority.” Klaire said flatly as she kept her arms folded across her chest and slumped down in her chair a bit more. “I’m only here to observe, and then leave.”

“That’s ok!” Laura said, not skipping a beat “That necklace is so pretty!” she said, commenting on the antique style necklace that Klaire was wearing in an effort to make small talk. 

Klaire rolled her eyes and was about to make a rather rude comment to Laura before Trisha spoke up. “Hello everyone!” she said excitedly, “Thank you all for attending today! It’s really good to see you all!” She continued happily as the room of girls all greeted her. “Today is Rayne’s turn!” She said, turning to look at Rayne. “Are you ready?” she asked. 

Rayne smiled and stood up, hiding her nervousness. ”Of course.” she responded with a smile. Rayne was easily one of the shortest girls in the sorority, standing only five feet tall and usually wearing shoes without heels. At first glance she wouldn’t be very intimidating, especially with her mousy voice, but with all the girls sitting down she couldn’t help but feel as if she was towering over everyone else, and that gave her a rush of adrenaline. 

Trisha smiled and sat down in a comfy chair at the head of the circle. “Did you want to pick a name at random?” she asked, holding up her phone with a wheel-of-names app loaded up on it. Every girl who was in the room had her name on the wheel, everyone except Klaire, who had refused to give her name. 

“That won’t be necessary.” she said with a smile as she surveyed the room, glancing over at Klaire who instantly seemed to turn white as a ghost. Rayne slowly began to move in her direction, not looking at her, but hiding a devious grin. 

Laura turned to look at Klaire with a smile “This is where things get fun!” She said, cackling. “I’m sure you’ll enjoy yourself, it's always….” She was cut off as Rayne puta hand on her shoulder. Laura turned, startled, to stare eye to eye with Rayne. 

“Look into my eyes…” Rayne began confidently as she stared down into Laura’s eyes. “Just feel yourself, being pulled in. Just feel how your mind seems to instantly go blank, as you focus, deeply, and easily on my eyes now. Just feel them, staring deeply into your eyes. You can’t look away, you can’t resist, they just seem to dig, deeper and deeper down, into your mind, into your soul. The longer you look, the more deeply you find yourself sinking, the more you feel the power, the energy in my gaze, unable to think, unable to look away, you can’t help but simply give in now. And just feel your mind, slipping away…little…by…little. Isn’t that right?”

Klaire turned beet red as she watched the scene unfold in front of her. The previously bubbly and excited young woman was now staring up at Rayne, completely transfixed. The smile that had turned to a look of shock upon seeing Rayne, had faded away. Laura’s mouth had fallen open ever so slightly and her shoulders had slumped. The young woman looked completely…helpless. It was like something out of one of her vampire novels. She watched intently as the young blonde woman slowly closed her mouth and swallowed, then whispered a very faint, soft, “...Y-yes…” Klaire felt a wet spot forming between her legs. And then she heard something even more unexpected. 

“...Yesss…” came a slightly deeper, but equally relaxed reply from the tall woman with long brown hair sitting beside her. She hadn’t caught her name, although she thought it might have been Eve. But she had no reason to pay attention, or care, until now. She couldn’t help but glance over at the woman whose face was just as slack as the blonde’s was, and her shoulders were slumped just as far. But unlike Laura, Eve’s eyes were rapidly fluttering as if she was struggling to keep them open. As if some force was pulling at her consciousness and working its way into her mind, ready to simply make her surrender to some kind of magical sleep. The wet spot was growing. 

Rayne watched Klaire out of the corner of her eye, but kept her attention on Laura. She was completely unaware that she also had Eve hypnotized at this point, but it didn’t really matter to her all that much. Her main target was Klaire. And even though she didn’t think she would get her hypnotized today, she was damn sure she was affecting her very prissy, very repressed roommate, and that was enough for now. She gave Laura a bit of a devious smile as she returned to her induction. “Very good, you're doing so very well, so easy to just focus, so easy to watch and observe, to just feel the transfer of power, the energy, the dynamic of control, shifting before your eyes. You can’t look away, you can’t resist. You have to take it all in now. Take it in and feel it, deeply in your soul, completely and totally deeply down in your most personal… most private of spaces. Feel that desire, that desire to simply sink…to simply drop…to simply…surrender, you can feel that can’t you?” Rayne said, having skillfully worded the induction to be aimed at Klaire more than Laura.

She watched out of the corner of her eye as she heard Laura whisper another soft “yes,” but what really made her smile was that Klaire was completely transfixed on what was happening in front of her. She was staring not at Laura, but at Rayne, and she could see the flush in her chest, the relaxing of her jaw as she continued to stare helplessly. But what made Rayne’s heart skip a beat was that she saw Klaire silently nod her head in a very slow, almost unnoticeable subconscious affirmation. She had her, she was sure of it. 

“Yes…” Rayne continued “you can feel that, deep inside of you, you want this, you may not realize why, you may not have felt it before, but you want this, you need this. You need to give in, to explore this feeling, this desire deep inside of you, you need to simply…Sleep!” she said in a commanding tone as she snapped her fingers, more in Klaire’s direction than in front of Laura. One final little push to get her down. 

Rayne watched as Laura let out a soft sigh and her head fell to her chest, her curly blonde ponytail bouncing as she did. She was completely gone. Rayne slowly turned her attention to Klaire, watching as her roommate stared at her, mouth wide open. Her eyes looked so glazed, so empty, her pupils were dilated, and she couldn’t have looked away even if she wanted to. She had her, she could see it. She had her! Klaire let out a soft sigh as her eyes slowly rolled up into her head. She was sinking…she was surrendering. 

Klaire’s mind was a rush of emotion and confusion, thoughts and fantasies as she watched Rayne hypnotizing Laura. She could feel the words herself, though she didn’t know why. She didn’t understand what was going on. All she knew was that her heart was racing, her breathing was quick and rushed like she had just walked up a flight of stairs, and her eyes were focused completely on Rayne. And then she heard it. A loud, sharp snap right in front of her face. Her mind jolted in surprise and went into panic mode, dumping all of her conscious thoughts out of mind to bring in as much information as she could. And of course, the information that came in first was a single word spoken by Rayne. “Sleep!” It slipped right into her mind, and she was ready to obey it.

She watched as the young blonde next to her closed her eyes while her head fell helplessly to her chest. She was asleep. On some level Klaire knew she was asleep, and she could feel that same feeling rolling into her mind, her vision started to blur and her mind was becoming thick and foggy. A sigh slipped through her lips, and the world seemed to fade away. 

And then she jolted awake with a start as Eve’s head landed in her lap. Her body jerked as she looked down at Eve, who was completely oblivious to the fact that she had landed in a total stranger’s lap. Klaire couldn’t help but notice how helpless the woman looked, beautiful and peaceful, completely open, and felt the wet spot between her legs grow as a deep shiver rolled through her body. She wasn’t sure, but in the back of her mind she couldn’t help but feel as if she might have just orgasmed. “What…the fuck…is happening!?” She asked herself, as she looked down at Eve, terrified to look up at Rayne. 

Rayne’s heart sank as she watched Klaire jolt out of her trance as Eve landed in her lap. She hadn’t even noticed Eve slipping under, if she had she could have stopped her, or at least caught her. Now her chance was gone. “Damn it!” she swore under her breath as the rest of the girls in the room started to applaud. She stepped back and glanced at Klaire, seeing just how aroused and flushed she was. “I was THIS close!” she screamed in her mind as the applause began to die down.

“Thank you everyone, '' Rayne said with a nervous smile. “I have been working on that induction for a while.”  she admitted, nervousness creeping back into her voice.

“It’s a good thing those two read so many vampire novels!” Christine joked from behind Rayne. “Otherwise that might not have worked so well.” The older student teased. 

Klaire blushed as she realized that Christine was right, that was like something she’d read out of a vampire novel. Was that why it made her feel this way? She wondered, looking up to see a very familiar expression on Rayne, one she’d seen before.

Rayne was pissed. She had not only missed her chance to put Klaire under, but now she was being mocked. She had had enough. She spun around on her heels and glared at Christine, making eye contact with her instantly. “And how would you know what's in a vampire novel?” she asked. “How would you recognize it, so easily, so quickly?” She started to slowly move closer to Christine. “You’d have to know what it was they were feeling, what they were thinking. You’d have to have…dreamed…fantasized…about what it might be like, to be stuck in a vampire's gaze, to find that your thoughts are just simply drifting and fading away as you are stuck helpless in their eyes. Unable to think…” Rayne snapped her fingers. “Unable to struggle.” Another snap. “Unable to look away.” Another snap. 

Christine was like a deer in headlights. Her heart was racing, her eyes were locked on Rayne’s as the younger, clearly angry, freshman stalked closer and closer to her. In her mind she couldn’t help thinking that she looked just like a vampire stalking its prey, staring into their eyes as they slowly submit, slowly surrender. But then the realization came to her, if Rayne was the vampire in this scenario, then she…was the prey. That realization came just as Rayne started to snap her fingers. Every snap made her body visibly jerk, causing wave after wave of feelings to roll through her. The first snap caused her mind to fog over, the next made her simply relax, and the third kept her eyes glued to Rayne’s. In the back of her mind she heard the defiant part of her soul simply whisper “...shit…” and then she heard another snap.

“Sleep!” Rayne commanded in an annoyed tone as the source of her frustration jerked before her. Her shoulders slumped as she sagged into her couch, her eyes rolled into her head and her head lolled to one side as she sighed deeply and sank even deeper into the couch, chest bouncing as she landed. “Serves you right!” Rayne screamed in her mind as the rest of the girls applauded her once again. 

Klaire felt another familiar shiver of pleasure wash through her body. 

Later that evening, Klaire and Rayne were walking back down the corridor towards their dorm room. “So…” Rayne said shyly, surprisingly nervous about the conversation. “What did you think?” 

Klaire visibly blushed but otherwise kept her composure. “It was different, I’ll give you that.” she responded without ever looking at Rayne. 

“Do you think you’d like to join the sorority?” she asked hopefully. 

“No.” Klaire said flatly. “Sororities aren’t my thing.” 

Rayne felt herself deflate again, even more pissed that she might have missed her chance. But she composed herself and, thinking quickly, asked “What did you think of the hypnosis induction I did?”

Klaire nearly tripped on nothing but quickly composed herself as well. “It was…it was fine. You did a good job, got three of your…friends. It was fine.” she said, visibly flushing with a slight tremor in her voice.

Rayne hid a smile. “It was very exciting wasn’t it? Watching three women, all older than we are, simply fall under the spell of my words.” she said playfully. 

Klaire stopped in front of the room, unable to hide another creeping blush as she turned to Rayne. “I’ll admit, that was really kind of…exciting. I wasn’t expecting that.” she said, clearly embarrassed, as she pushed the door open and headed straight for her bed. “I’m going to sleep. Good night!” She said, almost in a rush, as she closed the door behind her and locked it, leaving Rayne alone in the hallway. She had a key, of course, but figured that Klaire needed some time to herself.

Rayne stayed in the hallway. Something about their conversation had struck a nerve, one she didn’t expect. It wasn’t so much Klaire’s response to the trance, but the idea that it was really very exciting to put the girls in the sorority under her spell. They were older, more confident, more experienced, and yet, every single one of them had been under her spell. Every one had been hypnotized, even Klaire, if only for a moment. She couldn’t help but wonder “Why shouldn’t I be in charge? Why should Trisha be the one to lead the sorority? I recruited almost everyone. I should be the one to run it!” She thought to herself as she glanced at the door and slowly slid her hand along it, almost like she was caressing Klaire.  “Thank you.” she whispered as a devious grin formed on her face. “It’s time for a little insurrection!” she said as she turned and headed back the way she came. 

To be continued. 

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Thanks to Sleepygirl for doing the editing for me.  

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Featuring: Klaire, Rayne, Laura, Eve, Christine, Trisha

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Hypnocock - Part 5

Hypnocock - Part 5

Key: MD, MC, MF, Hu

Description:  Yeah…it’s pretty much exactly what you're thinking. Enjoy!

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There was a strange mixture of relief and enjoyment that came from watching a highly trained espionage agent, and someone who was not only capable of killing me but probably would have enjoyed it, suddenly become blank and compliant. Granted, the fact that my member was sitting on the cold hard edge of a tactical knife was way less enjoyable…but you should always take the good with the bad.

“Put the knife down Ivana.” I said, more nervously than I really want to admit. “Put it down and just stare, please?” 

Ivana slowly lowered the knife, but as she did the hypnotic focal point disappeared from her view. She shook her head and looked at me, confused. “What…what was I doing?” she asked as she tried to remember. Since what she was doing before involved stabbing me, I wasn’t going to readily tell her that. Instead I pushed the knife out of the way and leaned in so that my manly hypnotic bits touched her leg. 

Hypnocock - Part 4

 Description:  Yeah…it’s pretty much exactly what you're thinking. Enjoy!

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In this job timing, preparation, and planning determine the difference between success and failure, between life and death. Or so the spy movies have taught me. I, on the other hand, had a different idea. On the way to D.D. Limited I got lost, stopped for a snack, read a comic book that caught my eye, and then finally took an Uber to get to the building because I really do hate driving in the city. 

The building didn’t really stand out from any other corporate city building. It was tall and square, and the inside was mostly just empty space with all the offices around the outside of the building. I walked into the building as casually as possible, wearing a tuxedo that was mostly straight, and sweating bullets given that this was my first mission. Which reminds me, they sent me into the building, on my first spy mission, alone, without a weapon. Just me and my manhood to save the world. Isn’t that reassuring?

I walked up to the front desk and leaned over it to look at the receptionist. She was a very attractive woman, dressed in a business suit with long blonde hair pulled up in a nice tight bun. “Ex…excuse umm. Miss?” Yeah I’m smooth as silk. 

Hypnocock - Part 3

Hypnocock - Part 3

Key: MD, MC, MF, Hu

Description:  Yeah…it’s pretty much exactly what you're thinking. Enjoy!

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Training to be a spy sucks! In the movies you get a nice montage of a person wearing all black, running through an obstacle course or zip lining between buildings while a catchy theme song plays. You know what I’m talking about, “dun dun dun dundun dun dun dun dundun dunnundunna, dunna daaaa!” And they look great, right? Well, maybe other spies get better training, but mine sucked. Allow me to explain. 

First I found out that although I would be trained in an NSA facility that was under the city near my college, I was actually going to be an independent contractor. After a very long legal brief I learned that basically meant if I died, they wouldn’t have to bury me. Awesome.

Second, I was escorted into a large very white room. And when I say white, I mean everything was white. The walls, the floors, the ceiling and furniture, which was really just a coat rack. All white. The only thing that wasn’t white was the mirror, which I now knew was two-way, but was still reflecting the white from the rest of the room. “Hello?” I asked as I walked in, having no idea if anyone was really there. 

Hypnocock - Part 2

Hypnocock - Part 2

Key: MD, MC, MF, Hu

Description:  Yeah…it’s pretty much exactly what you're thinking. Enjoy!

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So where was I? Oh yeah, it had been about two weeks since the party where I discovered that I had a rather…magical member? I was trying to come up with a catchy name for it but I’m not really good at that sort of thing. I had done a lot of research online, and despite getting a head full of images I’ll never unsee and a new appreciation for the intricacies of the porn community, I was no closer to finding anything that would help me understand what had happened that night. A part of me wondered if it wasn’t just a gag planned by the girls to see how I would react. But if that was the case, and knowing them, they would have teased me about it by now, and so far they had been completely silent. Even Ruby, who I’d kind of, shall we say, spent more time with that evening. Which made me think that it was why they weren’t bringing anything up, because Ruby was afraid it would hurt her reputation. I’ll be honest, I was confused, frustrated, strangely angry, and, admittedly, a little depressed.  

And then things got better…just before they got worse. Allow me to explain. 

Hypnocock - Part 1

Hypnocock - Part 1

Key: MD, MC, MF, Hu

Description:  Yeah…it’s pretty much exactly what you're thinking. Enjoy!

Cover Image made by HeroineArtAi

I backed myself up against the wall. I was as far from her as I could get and it still didn’t feel far enough. The look of malicious control in her eye told me she knew she had the upper hand, and she was enjoying the precarious situation she had put me in. As I leaned back against the wall, she placed a hand next to my head and leaned in. I could feel the tip of her knife pressing into the side of my neck. 

"So, Mr Sterling…” She began in a thick, Eastern Bloc accent. “Did the evening go as you planned?” She smiled sadistically as she slowly slid the knife down my neck and along the buttons of my shirt, popping several of them off on the way down. Another man might find this situation exciting…but I’ve never really been one for excitement. Or the sight of blood. Least of all my own. 

I did my best to keep my composure and avoid eye contact, but it’s hard to avoid looking at someone who is less than six inches from your face and sliding a combat grade, stainless steel blade down your stomach. “I have to admit…” I started, failing to hide the tremor in my voice, “some things seem to have gone slightly off course.” 

"Funny.” she said, leaning back as the tip of the knife scraped along my belt buckle, leaving a scratch in the finish and creating a rather unpleasant sound. “This evening has gone exactly how I planned. Right…down…” she paused as she hooked the tip of her blade into the hole of my zipper, “to the tiniest…”  Pausing again, she expertly used the blade to unzip my pants. “of details.” She gazed into my eyes with an icy stare and a satisfied smile as I felt the cold steel slide into my pants, skillfully twist around, and remove my manhood from my pants. “Even this…tiny detail.” she said smugly as she looked down. She assumed this would be her moment of leverage, her trump card. Instead she discovered that I had my own form of…leverage. 

Of course for any of that to make sense I should really start at the beginning. My name is Sterling. Maximilian Sterling. Code name…Hypnocock. But I wasn’t always a spy. My real name is Jeremy Pritchard, and it all started one night about five years ago in college, at a party that a friend of mine, Ruby, was throwing. Being the helpful and socially awkward guy that I was, I agreed to go pick up some pizza as a way to get out of the party and have some time to myself. And to be helpful, of course. For a small party of less than ten people, we had ordered eight pizzas for some reason. Ah, the metabolism of a college student, those were the days. Anyway, I had managed to stack all eight pizzas in one pile and carried them in without an issue, until I got to the apartment door and realized I didn’t have a key. After kicking the door a few times it finally opened and I was greeted with great fanfare from my friends, who seemed just as happy to see me as they were to see the food arrive.

As soon as the door closed however, I found myself, almost instantly de-pantsed, And not just my jeans, because that would have been embarrassing enough. No, my dear best friend had managed to grab my pants and boxers in one swift motion and yank them both down to my ankles. Exposing…well everything. Given my shyness the situation was already less than ideal, but now I had to decide if I wanted to drop nearly one hundred dollars worth of pizza or remain unwillingly on display for my friends’ entertainment. Since I was hungry, I chose the latter. 

In my embarrassment I failed to notice that, although the five males in the group were all hysterically laughing at me, the three females in the group, Ruby, Lauraine, and Michele, were all just…staring. Not gawking or admiring, not even laughing, just…staring blank faced down at my…umm…my manly bits. 

Now I know what you're probably thinking, I must be hung like a horse right? Well that's the thing, I’m not. According to the medical staff at the agency I’m…well, average. When most people hear a story like this they think of a gigantic, porn-star sized log that, if you really think about the anatomy of the average human, would make you stop and wonder “how exactly does that fit?” But no, that’s not me. I’m average in just about every way. I’m not particularly good looking, not muscular or athletic or even particularly tall, just…average. Maybe even a little nerdy, if we’re being honest. But here I was, being stared at by three beautiful women, and no one, not even me, seemed to notice at the time. 

Fortunately for my therapist's sake, my friend was kind enough to take the pizza boxes from me and let me pull my pants back up. He even apologized while the rest of the guys all thanked me for being a good sport and even refunded my portion of the pizza bill. After all, free food is always a nice perk. But the girls…the girls just seemed to be kind of dazed. Zoned out. Once my pants were back up they were able to snap out of it, somewhat, but the rest of the night they seemed to be in a kind of daydream. Thinking back on it, they were all sneaking glances or just outright staring not at me, but at my groin. It was a little unsettling and embarrassing, to be honest. 

And it didn’t go unnoticed by the others either. Michele had a boyfriend who was getting more than a little annoyed that she kept just staring off into space. Fortunately he wasn’t the brightest and never bothered to follow her eye line to see where exactly she was staring. The others made a few comments that Ruby and Loraine also seemed to be off in their own world, but once the game came on the guys were oblivious to anything but the score and the cheerleaders. 

After the game was over and the pizza was gone, the guys decided they all wanted to go to the bar and get plastered. Something about needing to wash that horrible game from their minds. I wasn’t really paying attention, can’t imagine why. I was going to go with them but before I could agree, Ruby grabbed my arm and whispered “Stay” into my ear. So I told the guys I wasn’t feeling well and that I was going to use the bathroom, then head home. Michele and Lauraine also declined, and the guys went on their way.  

The door had barely closed behind them when I turned around and noticed all three girls just standing in front of me with the same dazed expressions on their faces. “Can we see it…?” Michele asked with an almost zombie-like tone to her voice. At that point I wasn’t sure what she wanted to see and just stared back at them in confusion. 

Finally, Ruby made the first move and took a step forward, moving her hand along my groin and starting to unzip my jeans. “I think I speak for everyone.” she started, somehow managing to sound both completely relaxed but still sexy. “We need to see it.” she whispered as I felt her hand slide into my jeans.  

Remember when I said I was socially awkward and a nerd? This was the first time a girl had ever been in my pants, and…I was shaking. Violently. I stepped back and, well, as her hand came out of my jeans…uh…so did I. 

I was about to zip back up when I really looked at all three girls for the first time and noticed that they were just… staring. They weren’t giggling, they weren’t smiling, they were completely slack jawed as they stared at…my member. While I was standing there, equal parts confused and embarrassed, I noticed that their bodies almost looked like they were relaxing. Their arms were hanging limp at their sides, their shoulders were slumped, and they still had the same blank expressions on their faces. You really don’t understand how unusual that was for them, they always had to be moving, laughing, or posing in some way. They were the kind of girls that looked like they could be models and strutted around even on their way to the bathroom. I also couldn’t help but notice that if I moved, they would follow, and their eyes never left my groin. It was still unsettling, but also weirdly fascinating. 

When I asked if they were ok they replied, in unison, with a very quiet “yes.” But when I asked what they were doing they didn’t answer, almost like they didn’t understand either. As an experiment, I covered my manhood with my hand and noticed that some life returned to their eyes as they blinked and looked around. At first they seemed confused, like they couldn’t remember what they were doing. Hell, for a few seconds it looked like they couldn’t even remember where they were.

“Are you ladies ok?” I asked, genuinely curious. 

“Fine.” Ruby said with her typical flirty smile. 

“Why wouldn’t we be?” Michele asked, equally as flirtatious

“Why are you covering your fly?” Lorraine asked curiously, pointing at my groin.

Out of near embarrassment I moved my hand, completely forgetting that I was still sticking out of my jeans. The effect was almost instantaneous as three sets of eyes locked onto my member, while their faces went completely blank. It really was interesting, I swear! 

So, again, remember how I said I was a nerd? I admittedly experimented with this for quite some time. I noticed that if they just got a glimpse of it, they were only lightly dazed and really wanted a longer look. But if they stared at it long enough to really relax and get all slumpy and zombie-like, usually within a minute, when they woke up it was almost like they’d forgotten seeing it. They were relaxed and rather compliant at that point, but they wouldn’t remember anything that had happened!

The nearest I could figure was that this was something like hypnosis. After a few more, um, experiments with the girls that night I also determined that if I touched them, with my um…member, that the touch would make them very…I don’t know if aroused is the right word. Maybe more like smitten? Like they just had to be close to me. They seemed a bit more open to suggestions at that point, too, but I couldn’t really make them do anything too complex. At least not like I could after they had woken up from staring. I might have also suggested they take their shirts off and not notice. Just to see if it would work! Which it did. 

I learned a lot about myself that night, and even more about the three of them. Intimate things, deep things. While they were in their trance they would tell me anything and everything I wanted to know. Fantasies, fears, hopes, dreams, you name it! I also learned that Ruby, especially, had a bit of a crush on me. Unfortunately I also learned that she had absolutely zero intention of acting on that crush because, although It was perfectly fine to have a dorky, shy friend, dating a dorky shy friend was out of the question. It would destroy her social status on campus. This kind of…crushed my ego. So I pulled out my newly discovered secret weapon and stood there for several minutes, thinking, while they slowly blanked out. I wanted to make sure that they were all deep enough to forget, after all, I didn't want anyone remembering I had this power. When I was sure they were completely blank, and wouldn’t remember, I gave Michele and Loraine a suggestion to go back to their own apartments and sleep, then to wake up the next morning having completely forgotten everything after the boys left for the bar. To my great relief, they simply stood up and left. They didn’t even seem to wake up.

This, of course, left me alone with Ruby. And there was something I had to know. I asked her, if she could do…something with me…and no one ever found out…would she. And then I waited an excruciatingly long thirty seconds until she said “yes” in that same far away voice. 

So I stepped up to her and kissed her. Of course this blocked her view, but it didn’t matter, since she was close enough to already be under its spell. The crush she had on me made it very easy for her to forget about her social standing…for one night at least.

You’d think that finding this kind of power would make you more confident and outgoing…and you would be wrong. Although I did find myself wanting to test my powers. You know, accidentally brushing my groin against a girl in the library as I try to squeeze past her, only to see her switch from shy and reserved to warm and flirty. Or to stop by a female friend's dorm or apartment and simply drop my pants once I got inside, then watch her zone out. You would think I’d do that, and maybe even you would do that. But holy shit am I a coward! 

So I did what anyone in my position with severe social anxiety would do: I googled it! 

For the love of god, never ever google “hypnotic penis!” The things I saw I will never, EVER leave my brain. No amount of drugs, alcohol or head trauma is ever going to wipe those images away. Needless to say my search was a bit fruitless. But, I did manage to attract the attention of some very bored nerds at the NSA. For those of you who are not in the know, the NSA stands for National Security Agency or, more specifically, for Never Say Anything. You would think that the government wouldn’t give any credence to a person trying to figure out if it was normal to have a male member with hypnotic powers, but you should never underestimate what the government will waste time and your tax dollars looking into. And, apparently, I was interesting enough for them to want to conduct a little experiment of their own.  

To be continued…

Thank you so much for taking the time to read this! If you have any comments I would love to hear them! You can follow more adventures at Spirals Nightclub! You can also find bonus content on my Patreon page!

Hypnocock - Part 1
Hypnocock - Part 2
Hypnocock - Part 3
Hypnocock - Part 4
Hypnocock - Part 5
Hypnocock - Banter file with Sleepygirl (Patreon Exclusive)

Pamper Party - SHR

Sleepygirl and her friends attend a little Pamper Party with some rather hypnotic items, but is there a more nefarious plan at play here?

[NOTE: These are actual emails written by SleepyGirl, who was hypnotized to have a fantasy/dream while she slept, and then send me a description of it. You can find out more details HERE! ]

Cover Image made by HeroineArtAi

To: Sleepyhypno <Sleepyhypno@Gmail.com>
From: Sleepygirl <REDACTED>
Date: 2-15-20XX
Subject: Pamper Party gone wild!

So I don't know if it's because I've had the last few days off and slightly more energy, or...well, I don't know what another reason would be, actually. But I had a dream last night that was super vivid and also fairly xxx rated as far as my dreams go. Also, I almost just typed zzz rated and I find that really entertaining given the context of my dream. 

Anyway, as much as I'm not a fan of Valentine's day this one seemed to fit the theme. I was in a hotel room with a handful of friends at one of those parties. You know the type, catered to women with a variety of…accessories available. Of course this was themed around Valentine’s Day and toys for couples, etc. The hotel room was larger than I expected,  with two beds and an attached seating area with a few chairs,a couch and a coffee table. There were chocolates to sample and roses scattered throughout the room, with various toys on display, as well as lingerie, perfume and champagne. We were all sitting around and talking, pointing out things we'd like to try or were too embarrassed to even think about trying like a set of handcuffs and a blindfold. 

While we were talking, Jill stood up and made her way over to a small table that had a variety of chocolates setting on it. She picked a few up, still continuing to talk with everyone else as she popped one in her mouth. As she did, though, she stopped in mid sentence while her eyes rolled back into her head and she let out a sensual moan. We all giggled at first, thinking she was just exaggerating how good the chocolate was, but as we kept watching her hands slowly started to slide down her chest. She stopped at her breasts and began squeezing them for a few moments before she started to unbutton her shirt, dropping it to the floor and leaving her in her bra, which her nipples were pressed against by that point. She kept eating the chocolates that were left in her hand and it seemed as though the more she ate, the more aroused she became. With every piece she ate her moans became louder and deeper as it sounded like she was getting closer and closer to orgasm. Once I was able to look closer at her, though, I realized there was an almost glazed look in her eyes as she continued eating the chocolate. The rest of us only watched in confusion as she, basically, became a horny bimbo before our eyes. Once we all realized what kind of effects the chocolate was having on her, we decided to let her be the guinea pig. For now. 

The rest of us shook our heads as we tried to process what we’d just seen. Meanwhile,  Cheyenne stood up and walked over to a table where some of the accessories and toys were laid on. She stopped in front of what looked like several plastic cupid arrows and I looked over just in time to see her pick up one of the bows and arrows and fire it at Erikka, completely without warning. But as I watched the arrow I couldn't help but notice it shift and change into a laser. It hit Erikka in the shoulder and a trickle of energy moved across her body, creating pink sparks and crackles as it did. Her eyes widened in surprise for a split second before she was able to let out a gasp, but as soon as the energy trickled over her she began swaying on her feet until her eyes fluttered closed. I thought she was asleep on her feet until they opened again with the same glazed look, the only difference was that her irises had turned completely pink. Erikka locked eyes with Cheyenne and looked as though she’d instantly fallen for her. Meanwhile, Cheyenne looked like a deer in the headlights as Erikka seductively walked up to her while the rest of us watched and giggled. In one swift movement, Erikka pinned Cheyenne to the wall and gave her a flirty smile before leaning in to kiss her deeply and passionately. As Cheyenne stood there, stunned and not really responding to the kiss, Erikka's hands began sliding over her body next, trying to strip off her clothes piece by piece. Finally, Samantha stood up and made her way over to the table where several different colored arrows still sat. She picked up a green one and aimed it at Erikka, firing and watching as, again, it changed from an arrow to a laser. As the beam hit her, her body trickled with green energy as she jolted in surprise but didn't break her kiss with Cheyenne. Of course since she didn't do that, some of the energy transferred to Cheyenne in the process, and as I looked a little more closely I saw some of the energy trickling over Cheyenne's body. As the energy began affecting Erikka, her eyes started fluttering as the kiss between the two of them weakened, until finally she broke it only because her body was getting too weak to stay upright. Cheyenne looked at her, dumbfounded, as her eyes crossed and rolled into her head and the two of them sank to the floor, collapsing on top of one another. Erikka had landed first, falling against Cheyenne’s legs before toppling over to her side on the floor. Next to her, Cheyenne sank down the wall to her knees and fell forward on top of Erikka. The two of them made…quite the scene. 

With the two of them unconscious, the rest of us turned to one another, trying to make sense of what we'd just seen. In the meantime, Jill had wandered over to a bouquet of roses and gathered them up, and was making her way over to us. With a ditzy smile and a giggle, she stopped in front of Laura and Samantha and offered both of them a rose. They seemed hesitant to take them at first and so she pulled one out and waved it under both of their noses, making a comment about how good they smelled. As it passed under their noses, though, a light mist was released from the center and as they inhaled, its effects hit them almost instantaneously. The two girls wobbled on their feet for a moment as their eyes fluttered and glazed over, both of their bodies going rigid as they both stood at attention and stared ahead at Jill. She just giggled at them and asked what was going on with them. Of course, neither one responded and continued staring at her with blank, empty eyes. When she saw they weren't going to answer, she got an almost disappointed look on her face as she pouted and said that she was hoping the two of them would get naked. On cue, both girls began slowly removing their clothes. Jill giggled again and grinned at the two of us, making her way over and pulling another rose from the bouquet. Klaire reached out and tried to take the flowers from her, only to be hit with the mist from the one that Jill had pulled out. She was in the middle of reaching for it when all of a sudden her body kind of jerked for a second, a look of surprise crossing her face before she just…relaxed. Her arms slid down to her sides and she stood up straight, jaw slack and eyes vacant as she stared ahead with an empty look on her face. Jill waved it in front of her again for good measure and told her that was a naughty thing to do as the effects took hold of Klaire. She swayed on her feet as she inhaled more of the mist, eyes rolling up into her head for a moment as she stood there and stared at Jill, just as dazed and compliant as the others. Before I could make any movements toward Jill, the rose was near me next and I felt everything in my mind slowly turning off as I began swaying on my feet. My arms hung limp at my sides as I stared ahead at Jill, eyes glazed, with the same empty expression and not a thought in my mind.

The door to the hotel opened as Jill put the roses down on the table with a giggle, two men walked inside and instructed her to follow them as they took us to a larger hotel room down the hall. In the room was a party full of men, and as Erikka and Cheyenne were laid on a couch the rest of us were taken to a separate group of men and paired off. Jill made her way to a corner of the room with a man and began making out with him as he stripped off her clothes, while Klaire and I were ordered to strip. Once we were naked, a man moved in front of me and began sliding his hands over my body with a smile, as several others did the same to Klaire, Laura and Samantha. He pulled me over to an oversized chair where he instructed me to give him a lap dance as he groped my body. I slid onto his lap and began kissing him as he squeezed my breasts and I began to undo his pants before kneeling down in front of him while he slid his cock between my breasts. Of course it wasn't long before I was giving him a blow job, next. Before he climaxed, he pulled me up into another passionate kiss and pushed me down onto a nearby bed where he slid between my legs, then turned me over so I was riding him deep and hard until we both orgasmed. Nearby I saw Klaire giving another man a blow job from her seat on the couch while Jill and Samantha were being fingered by several other men off in another corner. Once the man was done...enjoying me, I felt another man slide up behind me and begin kissing my neck. He pulled me up and turned me around to face him and began kissing me, pulling me up and bending me over the bed as he took me from behind, while the man i'd just finished fucking knelt in front of me and began teasing me with his cock. Soon I was giving him another blow job while the other man rocked into me until they both came at once. Before I even had a chance to register what was happening next, I felt a laser from one of the green arrows hit me as my body began trickling with energy. Around me, everyone else was being hit at the same time and were falling to the ground, one by one, until we were all completely unconscious. Everything around me was fading into nothing as my vision blurred and I swayed gently, my head tipping forward and hitting the cock of the man who I had just been in the middle of giving a blow job. Finally, my eyes fluttered shut and my body fell forward against him as the men all picked us up and carried us to empty beds or couches, not bothering to redress us of course, and let us sleep off the effects of the arrows. 

Like I said, this was a little kinky and more on the side of naughtiness than I'm used to in my dreams. Not that I'm complaining, of course...sometimes you need kinky, sexy dreams in your life. Anyway I hope you enjoyed it, which somehow I'm sure you did, but now it's time for me to forget. 

Thanks to Sleepygirl for doing the editing for me. [and in the case of this story, writing it]

Thank you so much for taking the time to read this! If you have any comments I would love to hear them! You can follow more adventures at Spirals Nightclub! You can also find bonus content on my Patreon page!

Featuring: Jill, Erikka, Samantha, Cheyenne, Laura, Klaire, Sleepygirl

 

Hypnotic Zombie Attack - Hypnosis Log

Hypnotic Zombie Attack - Hypnosis Log

Key: MD, MF, MC

Description: Sleepygirl volunteers to help me write a hypnosis script… about being attacked by a zombie that hypnotizes her into being a zombie herself. I might have left that part out. 

This script was used to create the real hypnosis fantasy video Hypnotic Zombie Attack

Cover Image made by HeroineArtAi

Sleepyhypno: 11:24 PM

alright disclaimer... trance, mindlessness, log, public, Woo Woo Woo, yee haw?

SleepyGirl: 11:24 PM

aye aye cap'n

Sleepyhypno: 11:25 PM

close enough =cp

SleepyGirl: 11:25 PM

(it's yes for everyone playing the home game :cP)

Sleepyhypno: 11:26 PM

heheh, eh, i doubt anyone the reads these cares, they are just here to see the girl get knocked out.

SleepyGirl: 11:26 PM

happy to oblige either way :c)

Gassed at the Theater - SHR

Sleepygirl and her friends take a trip to movies, but will they actually stay awake long enough to see the film? 

[NOTE: These are actual emails written by SleepyGirl, who was hypnotized to have a fantasy/dream while she slept, and then send me a description of it. You can find out more details HERE! ]

Cover Image made by HeroineArtAi

To: Sleepyhypno <Sleepyhypno@Gmail.com>
From: Sleepygirl <REDACTED>
Date:2-13-20XX
Subject: Gassed in the Theater

This kind of got pushed to the side while I was working on things the last few days. In any case maybe you were right about more dreams popping up now that I've got more free time. If this and the other one I had a few days ago, which I'll get to at some point, are any indication. Anyways, enjoy!

[Hypnotists Note: The reason more dreams popped up now that she was free was that we had more time for me to hypnotize her. It’s funny how that works out sometimes isn’t it?]

So in the dream I was standing in the lobby of a movie theater with some of my friends, if I remember correctly it was Eve, Laura and Jessy. The theater itself was large enough for everyone to not be crowded together, but still small enough to be able to see across the lobby and all of the people milling around. It was the in-between period of the evening, where people were starting to come out of movies and everyone else was waiting to go in. Which, in general, meant a lot of people were congregating in the lobby, talking and buying overly expensive food. The four of us were talking with one another as we tried to kill time, but mostly we ended up watching all the various types of people that were congregating around us. In the middle of that, though, I did happen to notice a few people that I recognized. Jill was following another group that was coming out of a movie and had stopped in the lobby, and Klaire was with another small group that looked like they were waiting to get into their own movie. Meanwhile, the group of us watched everyone come and go as we continued talking and waiting to go in and relax in the theater. They were all still roped off while they were cleaned so we had extra time to wait. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed some men move away from an arcade, or more of a game room really just because of the size, and into the lobby, splitting off into small groups as they did. It didn't really seem odd at the time since there were already a few groups scattered here and there. If anything, I assumed that maybe they were bored and just wanted to get back to their friends. 

One of the men headed toward the direction of the group Klaire had found herself with and began talking to one of the girls in it. While they were talking I noticed him glance down at his watch, also not something I really thought twice about, before reaching into his coat pocket and pulling out a small canister of some kind. He was able to keep her engaged in the conversation easily enough while he rolled the can around in his hand, while she gave him the occasional curiously annoyed glance. Finally she must have asked him what he was holding, which made him grin as he held up the can. That didn’t ease her confusion and she continued giving him the same semi-annoyed look. The next thing I saw was him pushing a button on the top of the can as a thick white cloud of gas emerged from it. As the gas enveloped her face and she opened her mouth to speak, the effects instantly took hold and her eyes fluttered shut. Her body sagged as she slumped to the floor, unconscious. I didn't notice the reaction from the rest of her group, instead I found myself watching the other men I'd only first noticed a few minutes ago while they moved through the groups in the lobby, striking up conversations with those who hadn't been paying attention to what had just happened. Nearby, another man moved near the front door toward the group that Jill was standing with, but instead of moving toward the people, he walked over to the fan that was near one of the doors, circulating warm air throughout the lobby. As I continued watching, he casually adjusted the fan, almost looking as though he was a staff member trying to fix it, and pointed it toward the group. Once the fan was pointed in their direction, I watched as he crudely attached the can to the back of it and taped down the button to release the gas once it was secure. As he backed away from the fan, a steady stream of gas blew through the blades and vents - straight at Klaire and the others she was with. Klaire was the first to turn away from the conversation, and as the gas blew past her first and then into her face, her eyes rolled up into her head as she swayed for just a moment and fell to her knees. The rest of her body toppled over a moment later as she slumped to the ground, breathing softly but completely unconscious.

One of the other girls in her group turned around just as she gently landed on the floor, the stream of gas wafting past her face as she did. From where I stood it looked like she'd avoided it, but apparently I was wrong as a moment later she was on the ground herself and asleep next to Jill. I turned my attention away from their group as Eve, Laura, and Jessy had started to move into the hallway and toward our theater. As we walked down the hall I watched as another girl, who I realized was Jill, stood talking to a man who appeared to be showing her something with a flirty smile. When we passed by I saw it was just a watch, and I assumed the two of them knew each other until I heard a small hiss followed by a soft gasp. I turned my head in time to see a smaller, concentrated, stream of the gas come from the watch on his wrist and shoot directly toward her. She leaned back against the wall as it hit her, eyes closing, and started to slide down the wall little by little. She was only stopped by the man's arm sliding around her waist, holding her upright to keep her from hitting the floor but also copping a feel as he did so. I tried not to make it obvious that I was staring and caught up with the others as we finally entered our theater.

The theater was surprisingly still empty when we sat down, so much so that the four of us were the only ones in there. We sat down and went back to our conversations until I noticed it felt rather warm in there. Not in an unbearable way, but still just enough to be a little uncomfortable. Just as I noticed this, two men walked into the theater. In the dim lighting of the room, they didn't look like any of the others I had seen in the lobby, and were also wearing staff shirts, so I didn't think anything of it. They approached the four of us and smiled, and as I was about to say something to them one of them held out a small hand held fan (the ones that spin when you press a button, sometimes they have water bottles attached to create a mist too). When I gave an obviously confused look he explained that they were working on a problem with the air conditioning and were giving these out until the problem was fixed, and then handed each of us one. Before we could say anything else they smiled again and walked away while the four of us just looked at each other and shrugged. As they started showing trivia on the screen, I saw Laura looking over hers and pressing the button to make it spin. I went back to the trivia, hearing Jessy and Eve do the same with theirs, mostly to keep themselves entertained. After a few more minutes I started messing around with it myself out of boredom, and as I pressed the button on the fan I felt a blast of air hit my face. But as soon as it hit me I felt myself getting dizzy and sluggish. My body weakened and slumped back against my seat, and I had all I could do to keep my head upright. My eyes were barely open, but somehow I quickly managed  to glance over at everyone else. Even through half lidded eyes I could see Eve and Laura slumped against one another, Laura’s head resting on Eve’s shoulder as both of them barely hung on to their fans. Next to them, Jessy was fast asleep as well, head tipped back and mouth hanging open ever so slightly as her fan rested in her lap. The last thing I saw as my eyes slipped shut were two figures moving up the stairs and toward our seats.

The rest of it is kind of fuzzy, I was vaguely aware of being carried somewhere and felt up along the way, then made love to before I finally came to. When everything came back into focus I was back in my seat. I looked around, noting that Eve, Laura and Jessy had the same looks of confusion on their faces and that their clothes were more than a bit disheveled, too. All while the credits of the end of the movie were rolling up on the screen. Sorry a lot of it was kind of fuzzy, it's been a hectic week and apparently I didn't do too well at keeping track of things, in any case I hope you enjoyed it! But now it is time for me to forget!

Thanks to Sleepygirl for doing the editing for me. [and in the case of this story, writing it]

Thank you so much for taking the time to read this! If you have any comments I would love to hear them! You can follow more adventures at Spirals Nightclub! You can also find bonus content on my Patreon page!

Featuring: Eva, Laura, Jessy, Klaire, Jill,  and Sleepygirl

 

Stacy And Xander Fight a Robot

Description: Stacy, a superhero / Fire Angel (an original character by Psyco Turnip) and Xander the incubus take on a horde of robots... to save the city? yes... As a competition to see who could destroy more? Also yes!

Written by Psyco Turnip!

"Mwahaha! Your too late you foolish fire chicken! In mere moments I'll-" The cackling professor staggered backwards, falling on her but as one of her robot guards dives in front of her, blocking the fireball and quickly melting down to slag. "Normally" The Statuesque woman folds her wings as she casually enters the room, calmly walking to the center, she surveys the legion of robots around her and glares up at the professor, reigniting her arm "I'd be more than happy to let you wax poetic about you plans, droning on and on, telling me in exacting detail how you're going to conquer the city or world or whatever your gunnin' for these days" Stacy begins counting on her hand "But A: I Already know your plan, B: I already foiled your plan and C: I'm not in the greatest of moods right now so can we skip the part where we fight and I break all your toys and just have you surrender, please?"  

Professor Blackthorn picks herself up, straightening her lab coat and huffs "The nerve of some people, regardless, you can't stop my radio broadcast tha-" "Ya I'm going to stop you right there" The Superheroine interrupts "Your radio broadcast might have gone through but it never left this room, hard to broadcast without a dish to send out the waves, eh?" She gives the sputtering professor a toothy grin and plants a hand on her hip "So like I said, can we rap this up, I'd rather not rough up your small army but I will if you push it" Red faced, professor Blackthron shoots back "You think you have it all figured out! I have contingencies in place for you, such as" the professor taps a button on her wrist pad, powering up all the bots at once and opening up the roof, flooding the room in flame retardant foam, dousing everything, putting out her fire Stacy looks around and sighs "...Fuck" The front line of robots raised their right arms and in unison and fired their sonic cannons "Shit!" Stacy tries to dive free but is blasted into and then through the wall. Groaning amongst the rubble Stacy hears the professor laugh maniacally, it was however quickly drowned out by the whine of sonic cannons powering up for another shot, cursing Stacy rolls and quickly jumps back to standing, sprints around a corner, diving into an unoccupied office behind a desk furiously wiping the foam away from her arms, wings and legs. The robots fire into the office, blowing out the window and shredding the desk. 

"Having fun?"  

Stacy jumps at the voice from behind her, she looks up and sure enough There was Xander, floating just above her, smiling down at her, relaxed stance, knowing smile on his face. "What are you doing here?" Stacy seethes "I saw fiery explosions on the top of a skyscraper, guessed it was you and thought I'd check it out, or more accurately check you out" Xander winks as she groans at the terrible entendra. "Well, here I am, ogling done? Now if you don't mind, I have a professor to catch and beat into a pulp" "Oh you mean Jennifer? Don't worry about her, she probably a third of the way down the building on her way to the police, real set on turning herself in" Xander states matter of factly picking something out from under his nails. "What do you mean on her way to the police?" Xander makes a tsking sound and looks at her out of the corner of her eye "You don't honestly think you're the only pretty lady I have triggers planted in their pretty heads, do you?" Stacy opens her mouth to argue stops and scowls as she burgeoningly nods to the statement. 

"Regardless, it might be the wrong type but seeing you covered in white fluid is fun and all but how are you doing?" "Just peachy-keen" Stacy grimaces, wiping more foam off herself "Really? because it kinda looks like you're getting your ass kicked by robots" Xander looks down at her with a smug smile, Stacy flairs her wings, stands quickly and huffs, poking his chest with an accusatory finger "Hey! do you have any idea how hard it is to melt steel covered in fire retardant foam while you yourself are covered in the same damned foam!?" She exclaims waving her hands wildly about, Xander winces as a piece of foam nearly gets flicked into his eye, he looks down seeing foam all over his shirt, he chuckles.  

"You're paying for my dry-cleaning" Despite herself Stacy laughs "Fine but if I'm paying, I might as well get some bang for my buck" "Are..." Xander grins "Are you asking for my help?" "Hardly" Stacy growls as she punches into the chest of a robot, melting its core, turning it to slag "I'm just saying if I'm paying for your dry-cleaning, you might as well work for it" Xander crossed his arms, ducking a robot's swing "I don't know, that sounds like work" "Oh? Are you just saying that because you can't beat these goons faster than me?" Stacy challenges raising an eyebrow in his direction. 

"Well now I have to defend my honor" Xander replies catching a robot's arm, throwing the robot clear out the broken window "Why don't we spice things up? Whoever destroys more robots has to pay for all the dry-cleaning and the first round, deal?" She reaches out a hand, daring him to shake it. "A contest? interesting" Xander mused "Any rules?" "break 'em however you can, no interfering with each other and no kill steals. Let's see who does better eh?" "Should we count your previous kills?" "No chance friendo, I definitely don't need a handicap in a contest against some second-rate fighter like you" She smirks, blowing foam covered hair out of her eyes, Xander chuckles darkly and smiles "Ohh, you're going to pay for that"  

"Enough talk, lets give 'em hell!" Stacy leaps over the ruined desk flairs fire over her entire being and roars as she cannonballs into the firing squad, scattering them like bowling pins, she landed on one punching it into ruined scrap metal. Xander quickly flew over her head, ripping one robot apart while piercing another's core with his tail. Shifting her focus back on the task at hand, she dives head first into the violence, ripping, tearing and melting automatons, making certain to keep her tally. Stacy ducks instinctually as a robot sails clear over her head, careening into the wall, she looks over as Xander stomps a robot core and gives her a smirk "I've got twenty-eight so far, you?" Stacy savagely twists a robot in half, and chuckles “Oh that’s cute, I’m rocking thirty-three. Maybe if you put on your big boy pants you might be able to catch up” She condescendingly states placing her hands on her knees, looking down at him on the pile of scrap metal “Come on, make me work for this, I don’t want to feel guilty for taking your money” she sneers, pulling an eyelid and sticking her tongue out at him. “Okay, okay, effort it is” Xander laughs, rushing past her thrashing a robot as he goes. 

Chuckling to herself, Stacy dashes into the room close behind him and collides into his back as he suddenly stops. “Hey! What's the big ide-” Her eyes widen as she notices that the room is overflowing with an endless legion of robots. “It seems Jennifer fixed her replicator...” Xander breaths quietly “Where? I don’t see it” Stacy asks scanning the room. “There” Xander points to a six-foot tube, slowly but surely pumping out one robot after another “Your faster hun, I’ll grab their attention while you slag that tube, ready? Go” Xander leaps into the middle of the army, disabling and damaging as many as he can. “Tube counts as five bots!” Stacy yells as she rockets towards the tech. Careening into the flimsy tube, she crumples it with little effort, smashing the panel with a flick of her wing, slicing it into half a dozen pieces, she turns to see Xander surrounded by piecemeal metal viscera clearly out of breath, one partially destroyed robot grabs Xander’s ankles causing him to stumble, a slight let up in his offence gave the robots the opening they needed, the surrounding automatons turn and fire their sonic cannons at him, punching him into the ground.  

“I got ‘cha Friendo, Hang on!” Stacy leaps and focuses deeply into her core, willing her fire to burn brighter. She lands just over him and fires her supernova, igniting the oxygen in the room into superheated plasma. The roaring winds are her entire being for an eternity of a second, the howling winds was just as quickly filled with deafening silence. Stacy took one staggering step, wavers looks down at Xander who is unaffected by the heat "All...tho-se..are...miii..." Stacy gracelessly collapses, hitting the floor roughly, vision blurred she feels someone scoop her up and rush out the room. She is gently placed on a mostly intact couch, time seems to lose all meaning as she hears metal screeching and rending before blackness takes her.

Thank you so much for taking the time to read this! If you have any comments I would love to hear them! You can follow more adventures at Spirals Nightclub! You can also find bonus content on my Patreon page!

Featuring: Xander, Stacy

 

Hypnotic Earrings - SHR

 Sleepygirl emails me about a dream she had where she was “given” a pair of mind altering earrings.


[NOTE: These are actual emails written by SleepyGirl, who was hypnotized to have a fantasy/dream while she slept, and then send me a description of it. You can find out more details HERE! ]

Cover Image made by HeroineArtAi

To: Sleepyhypno <Sleepyhypno@Gmail.com>
From: Sleepygirl <REDACTED>
Date: 9-28-20XX
Subject: I got some hypnotic earrings!

    Self explanatory, I think. Had a short-ish dream last night, a little different from the last few that I've told you about. Mostly in that it wasn't vacation themed, which was surprising. Don't get me wrong, it's entertaining to watch people I know getting knocked out, frozen, and tranced, but sometimes it's nice to be the only one I have to keep track of in a dream. Although I don't know if it's less entertaining for you to have just me to read about in comparison to, you know, ten other people as well...in any case, we're moving on.
    I was walking through a mall, looking at all of the different stores and pretty much just window shopping. Some of the stores were getting ready for Halloween, some were being ambitious and putting Christmas decorations up, but I was content to just wander around for a while and take everything in. As I was walking toward one end of the mall I stopped in a store that looked mostly like a small tech shop. There were a small handful of people in there looking at what they had available, and as I made my way toward the front of the store I saw a man behind the counter holding up a silver tiara and showing it to a girl. It was a little confusing given everything else that was in the store, but I figured there had to be something...tech-y about it, or else why would it be there in the first place? Inside the rest of the case, near the counter, I saw several other tiaras sitting inside, along with some watches, headbands, necklaces and earrings. Even, of all things, a hat. It seemed like a random assortment to me, but like I said I figured there was a reason they were there. And so I didn’t ask any questions…yet.
    I looked back over to the man at the counter and saw that the girl in front of him was now trying on the tiara. She stepped to the side and admired herself in the mirror next to her, and as she did I saw the man pull a small remote out of his pocket and subtly press a button on it. A small arc of electricity was emitted from the tiara, and through her reflection I saw her face go slack and her eyes flash for a split second before glazing over while her arms fell limply to her sides. She stood in front of the mirror, unmoving, almost like she was waiting for something. At a glance you wouldn't really have noticed anything was different, except that a small gem at the front of the tiara was now glowing. While she stood there, the man behind the counter looked down at the remote and began pushing a few more buttons on it. As he did I noticed her breasts enlarge, very slightly, and the makeup on her face became more noticeable. With another push of a button her clothes began to shrink. The pair of shorts she had on slid up her legs and barely covered her bottom half, while her shirt tightened and began to shorten itself, becoming even more low cut to show off her cleavage. When he seemed satisfied with his results, he pushed another button and her eyes came back to life, although her personality was definitely different. Almost more like a bimbo. She giggled at herself in the mirror before making her way over to another man in the store and wrapping her arms around him, pressing her body to his as she flirted seductively. The man that had given her the tiara watched her bounce away with a smile and noticed another girl nearby looking at a headband. With a pleasant smile, he walked over and took one out of the case for her, asking if she'd like to try it on. When she agreed and moved over to the mirror to adjust it, he slid the remote out again and pushed another button. Just like before, the electricity flowed from the headband and her eyes flashed for a brief moment before going blank and glassy as her arms went limp.
    I watched as she stood vacantly in front of the mirror until I saw another man walk up next to me, noticing that I'd seen what had just happened to her. He stopped and asked if he could show me some of the newer arrivals that were behind the counter as well. Against my better judgment, I agreed and walked with him as he pointed out the earrings I'd seen earlier, as well as a watch, a hat, and the headband and tiara that I’d already seen. After he asked if I wanted to try anything on, I paused for a moment and then told him I wanted to see the earrings, which is just ironic since my ears aren't actually pierced. It’s even more entertaining given that I knew what was going to happen by putting them on. You'd think I was actively trying to get myself knocked out. He commented that they were a good choice and walked me over to another mirror to try them on. I saw him pull the remote out of the corner of my eye and managed to ask what he was planning on doing with that. With a grin, and without really answering, he held it up and pushed a button. Instantly, I felt my mind just go blank as I watched my eyes flash briefly in the mirror before my face went slack and my arms dropped to my sides. He started pushing more buttons on the remote and the shirt I'd been wearing seemed to get tighter, it was a button up and somehow the bottom of the shirt managed to tie itself into a knot so my stomach was showing and my breasts stuck out more prominently. Next, the skirt I was wearing seemed to get even shorter, enough to stop at around mid-thigh. As he continued adjusting things and pressing buttons I felt myself getting more aroused and feeling very attracted to him, almost to the point of finding him irresistible. The next thing I knew I was aware again and moved closer to him with a flirty smile on my face. His hands started sliding over my body as he asked how I liked the earrings. I leaned in even closer to him and said that I loved them, and as I wrapped my arms around him he said he might be willing to give them up if I would trade something for them. I heard myself giggle as I asked what he had in mind, and was cut off when he leaned in to kiss me and said we could talk about it in the back. He pushed another button and I followed him into a back room, where he took a seat and pressed yet another button.
    As I looked down at him I felt the urge to start doing a striptease, and slowly started moving my body and undoing my clothes, piece by piece. I untied the shirt and let it fall to the floor, then let my bra slide down my arms to follow it. My hands slid over my body as I swayed closer to him, sliding what was left of my skirt off, then my panties, and when I was completely naked I slid onto his lap. By that point, he'd already unzipped his pants and was spreading my legs, massaging them slowly and moving his cock into me. I rubbed myself up against him as I leaned in and kissed him deeply, and after a moment I felt him push into me and start to rock up and down. I could already feel him getting bigger as I matched his pace and started rocking down onto him, sliding my hands over him and kissing him deeply while my tongue slid along his. I started grinding against him faster and harder, which only made him speed up even more. A few moments later I felt him spasm inside of me and started to cum with him, riding out the orgasm until he kissed me deeply again and rolled me onto my back, pulling out the remote again as he did. Still feeling aroused and attracted to him, I leaned up and kissed him again, just as he pressed another button on the remote. As he did, the earrings flashed again and everything went black as I trailed off in the kiss and fell back gently as it put me to sleep.
    When I woke up again I was back in the front of the shop, the man was showing me three boxes on the shelf that were labeled with Eve, Klaire and Laura's names. He told me to take them before I left and make sure they were properly delivered. With a devious grin, he took out the remote again and said that, for now, I had some selling to do. As he pushed the remote I felt my arousal increase again and felt very bubbly and personable. Nothing really seemed to matter but flirting with the customers and getting them to buy or try on things, so I'm assuming he pressed a button that would turn me into a bit of a bimbo for the time being. Which, not that I’m much for being a bimbo, but it’s kind of freeing! Like, I don’t have to think about anything or really do anything but smile and jiggle from time to time, and people just kind of do what I want them to do. It’s like a totally freeing experience! More people should try it! It’s such a wonderful feeling, and OMG the orgasms are so much better when you don’t have to think about anything. It’s like the pleasure just rolls through your body without anything to stand in its way and you can just scream and moan and let it rush over you. It’s sooooo nice! OMG! Sorry, I think I fell into, like, a sales pitch there, hehe. These dreams get to me sometimes! But anyways that was pretty much how the dream trailed off. So, like I said, a little shorter than the others, but still entertaining.
    Although as I write this I can’t help fantasizing about what might be in the boxes for the other girls. I kind of imagine that Eve would get something more like a necklace or even a locket, I know she likes those. Something maybe with a screen inside instead of a picture so that as she is changed the screen displays a different picture to show what kind of mindset and mood she is in. Klaire I see definitely getting a hat! That girl’s hat collection is insane and I know she wouldn’t be able to resist another. I kind of like the idea that the hat itself would be more something that would control her based on the hat. You know like a cowgirl hat would make her into a slutty country bumpkin, or a flapper hat (which I’m pretty sure she already owns) would make her like a flapper from the 1920’s. Oooh, or what if the hat changed shape or appearance based on what she was programmed to be, it could morph into something new! I mean after all it is a dream so the skies are the limit, right? Laura would definitely have a bracelet, something that could be slipped on her arm. I kind of like the idea of that shifting to be different styles as well. Maybe going from something gold and classy to something plastic and tacky when she ends up as a bimbo.I kind of love this idea!
        Anyways, I thought you might get a kick out of this little dream. I don’t know why, but I have a desire to go put on some really nice earrings and just kind of walk around a mall. Giggles. Who knows, maybe I will! But for now it’s time for me to forget!

Thanks to Sleepygirl for doing the editing for me. [and in the case of this story, writing it]

Thank you so much for taking the time to read this! If you have any comments I would love to hear them! You can follow more adventures at Spirals Nightclub! You can also find bonus content on my Patreon page!

Featuring: Sleepygirl, Eve, Laura and Klaire