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Hypnotic Justice by Vanessa White Dr. Vanessa Morgan sat behind her desk and filed some paperwork as she waited for her 9 a.m. appointment to show up. In fact, she had reserved the entire day for this particular client. It would be the final session in a two-year project she had been working on. To say she was brimming with excitement would be an understatement. She smiled as she heard a car door shut out in the parking lot and she knew that her appointment had most likely just arrived. And sure enough, a few minutes later, a beautiful and incredibly styled and made- up woman glided through her office. It never ceased to amaze Dr. Morgan when Amanda Crawford came through her door. She was a vision of femininity personified. Her long auburn hair cascading down past her shoulders, she strode in this morning wearing a silky, ruffly maroon top with a short black, leather skirt. She wore incredibly fashionable boots, not so high to cover up the sheer black pantyhose she was also sporting. She was dripping with big, bold silver and diamond jewelry from her ears, her fingers, her arms. And her make up was expertly done....smoky eyeshadow, long black eyelashes, glossy magenta lips. Her fingernails were long and matched the magenta of her lips. No one would have guessed that two years ago, Amanda Crawford was a man named Michael. No one that is, except Dr. Morgan. But even now on the final day of her "work" with Amanda, she was having a hard time believing her eyes. "Hello, Dr. Morgan. I hope I'm not too late," sang Amanda's raspy, but feminine voice. "Not at all. Wow, girl. You look incredible. You really do." "Oh thank you, Dr. Morgan," beamed Amanda. Dr. Morgan loved watching her drink in the magic of being complimented. She needed affirmation of her beauty so very very, badly.....her self-worth was completely invested in it.....her old male ego completely void now....left in its place the utter fragility of womanhood. Dr. Morgan strode over to her to get a closer look. She reached out with her similarly adorned hand and stroked Amanda's hair. "Yes, Amanda. You are really a beautiful woman." "Well, I have you to thank, Dr. Morgan. As I've told you before, your sessions really are the main reason I've been able to do what I've done with my life. I am so grateful." The sessions that Amanda Crawford was speaking of were hypnosis sessions designed to help her realize and tap into her feminine essence and to reinforce her femininity. She had been seeing Dr. Morgan for the past two years, from her initial realization that she needed to transition, through her coming out, her hormone therapy, electrolysis, through her facial feminization surgery and even through her genital reassignment surgery four months previous. Dr. Morgan brought her into hypnotic trance three times a week and planted subconscious suggestions that helped her act, think and behave like a woman. She learned how to become good at makeup, at fashion sense. She was taught to giggle and laugh and be girlish. She learned that it was okay to cry. Most importantly she received suggestions that she always wanted to be a girl and that the transition was not a choice. It was how she was supposed to be. Of course, what Amanda did not realize....was that Dr. Crawford was responsible for her desire to become a woman in the first place. Her first few sessions were entirely against her will. When she was a man, Michael Crawford was quite a ladies man. He preyed upon women at the bar and it could be said that he got off on manipulating women. He lied, he cheated and he broke more than a few hearts. One of the ladies he was involved with a few years earlier....was Dr. Vanessa Morgan. Dr. Morgan remembered the night vividly when, after what seemed like 6 months of progressing into a meaningful relationship, Michael Crawford proudly informed her that he had just returned from sleeping with her good friend Rachel. He even suggested that he would like to get a three-way going at some point. When Vanessa broke down in tears, Michael Crawford began to laugh and she remembered him saying, "Sometimes I think I'll never understand women...." That particular quote resonated in her head for weeks as she tried to put him behind her. But she couldn't. She knew she had to make him understand somehow what he had done. It was then that she began to hatch her ambitious plan. She was after all a practicing psychologist and she had used hypnotherapy from time to time in sessions with her patients. Though she had never taken on a task anything quite like the plan she was scheming. It would be risky....but if she could pull it off, vengeance would be hers and karma would be served. So, a few months later, she sent Michael an email saying that she overreacted and she would like to be given a second chance. She was not surprised when Michael immediately jumped on this offer without assuming that anything was potentially threatening to him. He came over to her apartment later that night grinning confidently, feeling like as always, he had the upper hand. And when he left the apartment later the next morning, he was oddly hungover, but retained vague memories of a vigorous sexual encounter with his former lover, Vanessa Morgan. "Probably drank a bit too much," he thought....."But she was great in bed....I'll definitely be coming back." The reality of course was that Dr. Morgan spiked his drink with a sedative that brought him into a semi-conscious state and left him incredibly open to suggestion. That night, Dr. Morgan implanted the idea that he was to come to her house every night and when he arrived, he would immediately return to trance and listen to her suggestions and obey everything she said. When he left, he would remember only that they had a few rounds of sex. He had no idea his subconscious was being shaped and molded. After about a month, she had successfully implanted a new desire and new identity building within him....one that would bubble to the surface slowly and steadily until it became so powerful that he had no choice but to surrender to it. This new desire was of course, to become a woman. After a couple more weeks, the day finally arrived where Michael broke down and opened up to Dr. Morgan about the powerful desires building within him. As per her conditioning, Michael honestly believed that he had felt this way all his life. He now believed that he acted like such a jerk with women because he was suppressing his true feelings. This was her masterstroke. He knew if anyone would understand, it would be Dr. Morgan and he pleaded with her to help guide him through these feelings. Of course, Dr. Morgan agreed to help and soon the hypnotherapy was no longer accompanied by a sedative. Michael consciously allowed himself to undergo hypnosis and over the next weeks and months, Dr. Morgan stripped away the essence of Michael and replaced him with the ultra-feminine Amanda Nicole Crawford. Dr. Morgan delighted in watching the slow march of the transformation. From the time Michael showed up in her office for the first time dressed awkwardly in feminine attire with no sense of fashion at all, Dr. Morgan chipped away session after session for weeks and months and a butterfly began to emerge. The countless, monotonous recitations of "My lipstick must always match my nails," or "I love to wear jewelry. Jewelry makes me feel soooooo feminine." The walking lessons. The talking lessons. The sitting lessons. Every detail was addressed and perfected. And beyond the surface, Dr. Morgan chipped away at Michael's emotional makeup, slowly replacing the icy, calculating snake with the vulnerable, gullible and na?ve Amanda. "I want people to like me. I want to please everybody." Over and over, Michael was told to repeat this until she was in mind, body and soul....a girl named Amanda who totally surrendered to it. Over and over again it continued, "I like to make people happy. I want to put people at ease. I want people to like me." It could not have been any less like the foundation Michael was built on. And Dr. Morgan taught Amanda that it was good...and necessary....to cry. Anytime she felt like Amanda was fully accepting a new piece of her new identity, Dr. Morgan instructed her to break down and cry, reinforcing her new vulnerability with regards to emotions. Amanda looked to Dr. Morgan for support in these times and became more and more dependent on her....making the transition move even faster. Through it all, Amanda took all the steps needed to transition. She began taking hormones and went through electrolysis. After a year, she went in for facial feminization surgery which had amazing results. And after 18 months, she went in eagerly and willingly to have her male genitalia removed and replace with a newly constructed vagina.....the ultimate acceptance of her new gender. And as the changes rolled on, Dr. Morgan could see a quiet feminine confidence building in the new Miss Amanda. Her fashion sense and makeup skills were bordering on expert. She giggled a lot. She liked to converse with other women and be a good listener. She seemed....happy. In her previous life as Michael, she had made a lot of money in business so money was never an issue for the new woman. She kept her apartment but it, like her, was slowly feminized along the way. In her second year of conditioning, Dr. Morgan felt she was passing extraordinarily well and allowed her to go out and get a job as Amanda. Predictably Amanda went to work in the makeup counter at an expensive department store. She got to spend the day surrounded by other women and feminine accoutrement, thus reinforcing her new role even more. So, the conversion was by all means a success, but there was one element that Dr. Morgan was careful to control. She made sure that Amanda's only concern up to this point was her rebirth and her transition. She was told not to worry about sex or companionship while she transitioned. and Dr. Morgan used suggestions to suppress her sex drive or her need for dating. But on this final day, that was about to change. It was necessary to complete her healthy transition. And also for Dr. Morgan to have her revenge. And so the ever-trusting Amanda Nicole Crawford, sat on the couch as she always had for the last couple of years and sat and faced Dr. Morgan whom she would allow to put her in a warm, peaceful trance. "Okay, sweetie," said Dr. Morgan in the soft, soothing tone she used during these sessions. "Just sit back and relax and breathe deeply. Just relax and let all the tension out of your body." With that Dr. Morgan lit the candle on the table in front of Amanda. "Just focus on the warmth and light of the candle as it starts to flicker, and focus on the sound of my voice, so warm....so soothing." Dr. Morgan watched and marveled as Amanda obediently focused on the dancing light of the candle. She marveled at Amanda's beauty.....the explosion of beautiful colors on her face....the smoky reddish eyeshadows, the long black lashes....the wet, glossy magenta lipstick now shimmering in the candlelight. She continued speaking in a soft manner and watched Amanda's pupils begin to dilate and her eyes begin to gloss over. It would not be long now. She extended her hand in front of Amanda's face to reveal a huge diamond ring. "Now Amanda sweetie, I want you to focus on the light reflecting off my pretty ring. Just stare into the ring and bathe yourself in its warmth. Let yourself go deeper.....deeper under my control....you want only to look inside my ring and do as you are told.....like a good little girl....." Amanda began to whimper delicately as she slid further into trance and further under Dr. Morgan's control. "Yes, Amanda," continued Dr. Morgan. "You will now give yourself completely to me. I will count to three, and when I say three, you will close your eyes and you will be in a deep, deep trance. You will only hear my voice, and you will be helplessly under my control. Do you understand?" "Yes," Amanda said in a soft monotone. Her eyes stared blankly at the beautiful diamond ring. "Good," Dr. Morgan purred. "One.....keep staring at the ring, Amanda.....it is so beautiful...watch it dance....feel its warmth.....now and....two.....even deeper now....so deep under my control....and THREE." Dr. Morgan watched as Amanda's eyes closed, her eyelids covered in a deep dark reddish, purple shadow. She looked like a living doll......so utterly feminine. At this moment, Dr. Morgan thought back to Michael's words...."Sometimes I think I'll never understand women...." She smiled wickedly and then continued. "Good, darling. Now you are in a deep trance and you will remain in this trance for the next 5 hours. You can not awaken for five hours, do you understand?" "Yes," said Amanda meekly. "You will now listen and obey as I tell you something sweetie. This is very important. You are now ready to move on to the next phase of your femininity. Your conversion to womanhood is now complete and you are a total woman. And now you are ready to share yourself with others. You are a woman now Amanda.....and you love to feel like a woman, don't you?" "Yes," said Amanda. "I.....love....being.....a....woman...." "Shhhh.....yes, yes you do, sweetie. And now you must listen and obey....listen and obey and accept as I tell you.....that there is nothing that makes you feel more like a woman.....than being with.....a man." Dr. Morgan let this statement ring through to Amanda's ears and she watched carefully for her reaction. Amanda, still with her eyes closed, seemed to shudder when she heard this. This was the reaction that Dr. Morgan was hoping for. This was going to be incredible to watch. "Yes, Amanda," she continued. "You are a woman now and the opposite sex....the sex you are now attracted to.....is men. Do you understand, Amanda?" Amanda paused. Clearly she was unprepared for this and was sorting it through. It was a testament to Dr. Morgan's control over her that she could transition for the past two years and have sex and men kept off the table....but this was all part of the design. "I......I....." "You want to feel like a woman and you must let yourself become attracted to men, Amanda. Men are strong. Men are handsome. Men are confident. Men are warm. Men are everything you are not....and when you are with a man, it makes you feel more like a woman than any shade of lipstick, any pretty dress, any piece of jewelry ever will.....you must open your mind.....you must obey......you have no choice.....you love men....you are attracted to men....do you understand?" "Y....yes. I.....understand." "Repeat for me now, Amanda. I am a woman and I am attracted to men. I am a woman and I am attracted to men." Amanda began to repeat this....Dr. Morgan could tell that with each pass, she was processing the meaning of it. The foundation was being laid. Dr. Morgan quietly moved across the room while Amanda was repeating this phrase obediently and she positioned a medium-sized television in front of Amanda's range of vision. "I am....a woman....and I am.....attracted...to...........men." continued Amanda the whole time. "Good sweetie. Now you can stop repeating for now. I want you to open your eyes and watch the television for me." With that Dr. Morgan turned on the tv set and thus began the semi-subliminal loop of pictures that she would have Amanda watch for the next two hours. It was a visual conditioning loop of pictures of handsome men....some famous, like George Clooney and David Beckham.....others were models...some younger....some older.....there were many pictures of men without shirts with well-sculpted bodies...some very big....some thin......close-ups on handsome faces.....closeups on chests and abs and arms..... Hidden within the quick moving pictures were subliminal text messages like "I want him to kiss me." or "I need a man to make me feel safe." Also, there were quick keywords like "strong", "handsome", "sexy". As it started, Dr. Morgan began to speak. "Look at the television Amanda. Look closely and do not look away. It is important that you drink in these pictures. You must not resist what is happening. You want to look at these handsome men and you want to let them take over. You are a woman now and you want to look at men. You want to look at men. With every passing second you are becoming more and more attracted to men. You love the way they look. I want you to keep watching the television like a good girl and repeat for me, ?I love to look at handsome men'. Amanda did as she was told. "I....love....to look at......handsome......men." The first few struggled out of her, as if there was some remnant of her old homophobic male self trapped inside of her that had never been addressed before as part of her transition. But the longer it went on, the more rhythmic it became and Dr. Morgan could see the shudders moving through her body. Her eyes becoming wider....her voice quivering more and more.....she was surrendering to the ecstacy of it.... After the first half hour...suddenly the pictures of the men began to be more....revealing. Pictures of penises....mostly hard.....some in the midst of cumming.... "Good Amanda. Look at their beautiful penises. You crave penis now. You love how long and hard they are. You love watching men cum. You love to put their penises in your mouth and to make men happy. You crave it so much it hurts. You are a woman and you are built to please men. You exist to make men happy. Your body will often ache for the touch of a man. You are so happy when you are making a man happy. You want to look pretty for him. You want him to love you." Over and over it went with the conditioning for 3 to 4 hours. Amanda was helpless to resist this new sexuality overtaking her. She repeated suggestions hundreds of times. "I love feeling a man's stubble when he kisses me." "I love being held by a strong, handsome man". "I want a man to fuck me." "I am crazy about men." "I love it when a man is funny and makes me laugh." "I love sucking a man's cock." "It feels so good when a man touches my breasts." All the while images of handsome men flickered across the screen...... Dr. Morgan showed pictures of happy couples walking in parks, holding hands and kissing. At these times, the recitations were more on an emotional level. "I want a man to tell me he loves me." "I want to be married to a man." "I need a man to make me feel complete." The recitations became more rhythmic as the hours went on. Dr. Morgan noticed that the shuddering and quivering was later replaced by almost a confident hunger. In the fourth hour, Amanda would be staring at the screen like a tigress almost, nostrils flaring and she repeated in her deep raspy, but feminine voice, "I love feeling a man's big, strong hairy chest" and so forth. In the final hour, Dr. Morgan laid the foundation that would assure that Amanda would fall prey to the sort of heartbreak she herself had received when she was with the former Michael. "You love all men, Amanda. You are fascinated by all types of men. But the ones you love the most....are the confident ones, the alpha males. You are helplessly attracted to guys who are louder, guys who hang out with other guys and watch sports. You are love how masculine they are. You love a guy who might be a little bit of a jerk, because you think that you can change him and make him better. You see how the rest of the world might think he is a jerk, but you see the good in him and you strive to make him better. You love that about yourself. You are a nurturer. You love a confident man." "And let's face it, Amanda," she continued. "There is something just so....so....naughty about liking a guy who is kind of a jerk. You know that you should like a nicer guy. But in bed, there is nothing like knowing that the bad boy wants to be with you. Nice guys can be nice, but they don't fuck you like a bad boy. A bad boy doesn't take shit from anyone and you can feel it when he fucks you. There is a part of you that loves to be used. You don't always like it, but it feels so good in bed and you can't help yourself. You understand, don't you Amanda?" Dr. Morgan watched as Amanda drank this in, watched as she let it take hold in her psyche. Her nostrils were flaring, her eyes dreamily hazed over as if she was dreaming of being in bed with a rouch looking barroom bruiser recently paroled, booze all over his breath, covered in tattoos, pinching her nipples to the point of pain and calling her names like "whore" and "bitch" as he pumped mechanically inside of her. "Yes, oh yes," moaned Amanda. "I understand." "Good girl," said Dr. Morgan. "And you understand that you also are helplessly attracted to rich guys. Especially the ones who aren't necessarily that handsome or well-built. They make up for it with their egos, their confidence. They know they can buy and sell you and you like that feeling, knowing that you are just another transaction to them. You like an older, rich guy. One who is perpetually single. You like his money. You like his power. And you like feeling like you might be the one to finally make him settle down and you will always let him into your heart even if you realize that there is only the smallest chance he'll ever want to marry you. You love a rich guy. Do you understand, Amanda?" "Yes," she purred. Her conversion was now almost complete. There was no going back now. "Finally, Amanda," continued Dr. Morgan, "the days of you being sexually attracted to women are over forever. You love being a woman. You love having friends who are women. But you have no desire to have sex with a woman. You have no desire to kiss a woman. You are helplessly and completely attracted to men and men only. The only time you vaguely have any pleasure from having sex with another woman is when you are doing it to please a man. If a man wants you and another woman to have sex, you feel somewhat happy, not because you are with a woman, but because you know that the man is getting off on watching you and the other woman. You love men so much, you would even have sex with another woman if he tells you to. It's for his pleasure. And you want to pleasure him so much, don't you, Amanda?" At this point, Amanda was close to breaking down in tears. The realization of who she was now was sinking in.....and the emotions of it were just so incredible. She was the ultimate submissive now. She would seek the attention of men who would use and abuse her and she would feel the pangs of ecstacy and passion. She would also feel heartbreak and humiliation, but as a submissive, even on the basest of levels, this would also be ecstacy. "Yes," she whimpered. "I want.....to please....men. I love men. I love them sooooo much......I.....ohhhhh......I just want to be.....a good girl, sir. I just want you to love me, sir.....ohhhhh.....fuck......me........fuck........me.......ooooooh" She was going off script now. Dr. Morgan knew that the conditioning was over and Amanda was now ready to be "put into circulation". Nothing could undo what was just done here. And every night, beginning tonight, Amanda would receive reinforcement of a much more personal level. There would be no need for another session on Dr. Morgan's couch when she would be having countless sessions in bed with men for the rest of her life. "Shhhhhh. You must be quiet now, Amanda. Close your eyes, honey." Amanda did so, resuming the porcelain doll look she took on. "Now Amanda, it is time....time for you to wake up. Everything you learned here today about yourself is true and will always be true. You have always been attracted to men. And they will fascinate you and captivate you your whole life. You will live your life seeking the companionship of men and you have no choice in the matter. You need a man." "I need a man." Amanda said in quiet monotone. "Yes, but you also need girlfriends, honey. A girl needs other girls to talk to about men. So when you wake up, you will no longer see me as your therapist. You don't need therapy anymore. You need a friend. A best girlfriend. That's who I am now. I'm not Dr. Morgan anymore. I'm your best friend Vanessa. I'm Vannie. We like to go shopping together. We like to talk for hours. And we like to go to the bar to meet guys together. I'm Vannie, you are Mandy. We're best buds. Do you understand?" "I understand." Said Amanda. "Good, honey. I'm going to count to three, and when I say three, you will wake up, feeling bright and refreshed and you will live your life as a beautiful woman, as a man-crazy woman and as my best friend. One......waking up now.....coming out of trance.....feeling refreshed.......two.....almost awake now......and three.....eyes open, back with me now....." Amanda's eyes fluttered open. She immediately saw Vannie sitting on the chair across from her. "Hey," she said groggily. "You're awake, Mandy. Your last session was a success. I've done all I can for you now.....from here on out, you're on your own....." "Wow, that's great," said Amanda cheerily for a moment. But then she frowned slightly. "But I hope this doesn't mean...." "Mean what, honey?" "I mean....well, I mean you're a cool chick, Vannie. Vannie, I just called you Vannie....I like don't where that came from. I'm sorry......" "No don't worry about it, Mandy. I like you too. We are cut from the same cloth." "Yeah," said Amanda laughing the way a girl laughs to put people at ease. "That's what I mean." "Well, then I guess this isn't it for us at all," said Dr. Morgan. "Us girls have to stick together. What with all those men out there...." Amanda paused. "Indeed." It was as if her consciousness just caught up with her subconscious and everything she had just learned hit home. "There are....men....out there....." "Yes, there certainly are, Mandy. But you know what, neither of us are going to go it alone. I'd be happy to be your bud from here on out. I'm no longer your doctor, I'm just your girlfriend. Whaddya say we hang out tonight? Do you have to work?" "No!" said Amanda excitedly. "Not until Sunday!" "Then it's a deal. I'll pick you up around 7 and we'll go grab a dinner and a nice bottle of white wine. Girls night out!" "I love white wine....oooooh I can't wait!" giggled Amanda. "And then afterwards, we'll head over to Madison's and see what kind of guys are out tonight." Again, Amanda paused momentarily. Madison's. She hadn't been there since.....since....she was Michael. It never occurred to her that she'd be going back there as Amanda. It was where Michael used to go to pick up women. And where he was very good at it. Amanda thought back. She remembered Madison's but things were different now. Her mind drifted to the sort of men that would be there......it was an upscale martini lounge. She drifted past the memories of the women that he used to pay attention to and recollected the hazier memories of the men that were there. Many of them were.....well-dressed.....rich. Many were in their 40s, their 50s. Lots of gray hair, goatees. Lots of drinks. Cigars. Men in groups, boys being boys.....suits, ties.... Amanda let the pictures form in her head. Older, rich, handsome men. Powerful men. Men looking for pleasure. "Ummm.....sure, okay!" laughed Amanda. "I like....men." "That makes two of us," Dr. Morgan confessed. Despite her awareness of all things psychological, Dr. Vanessa Morgan was not much different than her new friend. She had a lot of the same urges and desires. The only difference was, she had experience on her side. And a creative mind. And a comfortable couch. "Great! Girls night out....I will pick you up at your place." They hugged and Amanda sashayed out of the office, not before pirouetting around and mouthing a quiet "thank you" to Dr. Morgan. She then left and Dr. Morgan could hear the heels of her leather boots clacking across the parking lot. And so it was done. Later tonight, the former Michael Crawford would be in a strange penthouse apartment somewhere as a woman named Amanda. She would be on her knees in front of a naked entertainment lawyer in his early fifties named Richard Bryson. She would be hungrily and eagerly accepting his penis in her mouth as his large hands caress her face and scalp, as he grunts and breathes heavily, occasionally calling her a "whore" and telling her "she loves it, baby." With each passing second the ecstacy would wash over her. Nothing made her feel more like a woman. No shade of lipstick. No little black dress. No perfectly done set of nails or new hairdo. No, the ultimate feeling of womanhood was this. To please a man. To feel his penis in her mouth and to be on her knees in front of him. To feel his hot salty cum exploding in her mouth and to hear his cocaine and alcohol fueled yells of satisfaction as he came. To drink in his sweaty masculine stink and to choke harmlessly on the gray pubic hairs from his scrotum as she licked his balls. There was nothing like it. And she would spend every second of her life trying to recapture this moment. At around 3:20 in the morning, Amanda lay in bed next to the passed out body of her new lover, Richard Bryson who was snoring heavily. Amanda, though was wide awake, positioning herself close to his mouth, so she could drink in his breath, reeking slightly of everything he had consumed that night. She was hypnotized by it. It was so.....masculine. So powerful. She ran her hand, with its sparkly rings and long magenta nails across his semi-hairy back and felt his warmth. He was twice her size....so big. "So fascinating. Richard is fascinating", she thought. "So different from me.....men are different. The world would be so....incomplete without them." She probably would not sleep. She would relive the events of the night and wait for him to wake up and greet her with a warm, wet kiss, filled with the power of his masculinity. "Yes," she thought. "I could fall in love with this man." Meanwhile, across town, Dr. Morgan was removing the last remnants of her makeup and readying herself for bed. A few hours earlier, she had given her new friend Mandy her blessing to leave with the man she had been flirting with at Madison's. There was no doubt in her mind what the outcome of that encounter would be. Richard Bryson was a world- reknowned grade-A......jerk. He'd been running through women for years. The seeds were now sown. Dr. Vanessa Morgan and Michael Crawford were now.....even. As for Vannie and Mandy, well.....they would spend the next couple decades on the phone with other, shopping, drinking wine, and going to bars. Vannie would be the maid of honor and Mandy's wedding to a professional hockey player a few years from now. And Vannie would be there for her 2 and half years later to take every phone call when Mandy would call up in tears about her husband cheating on her. She took every call while Mandy was going through the divorce proceedings. "Sometimes, I think I'll never understand men......" sobbed Amanda. Dr. Vanessa Morgan loved her friend Amanda dearly and felt for her at this moment, but deep down she let out a sinister laugh upon hearing this.

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I was sitting on the tenth floor of a high rise office building, in the very expensive and plushly furnished chambers of a Civil Court Judge. With me was my attorney; Corwin Nellis; we were scheduled for a meeting concerning a law suit for damages stemming from an civil Suit on alledged sexual harassment and breach of contract for work I performed several months earlier. It seems that one little shit of a client was trying to extort money from me by alleging sexual harassment for an encounter...

Straight Sex
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Rough Justice

This is a story set in the future, where local Officials determine the guilty party when the law is broken. There is then no need to go to Court which reduces costs, but gives great power to local unelected Officials even though they might not be the best to wield such power. This is one story of rough justice. Becky stood at the front of the stage at the local theatre and looked as the audience gave a standing ovation. Becky was eighteen-years-old, and had been the understudy for Emma....

Spanking
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Celias Social Justice

The girl was strange.  Celia was the youngest of five girls in the family.  She was halfway to her fourteenth birthday and she was making a plan.  Then, I am a strange girl too, with my own plan.  Celia was my best friend back then.  I could not even tell you where she is or if she is still alive.  This all happened ten years ago.Celia and I agreed that we would accomplish two things by the start of the school year, lose our virginity and sacrifice our bodies sexually to create some social...

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Hypnotic Theory

Hypnotic Theory REWRITE.... This is a rewrite to fix a basic schoolboy (or schoolgirl) error in biology..... Just a quick fiction idea I had, very short but had to write it as the idea wouldn't go away, hope you enjoy it..... (Oh and I know hypnotic regression doesn't ACTUALLY work like this but....who cares) My name is Alex and It was on my stag night in Blackpool when it happened. The club we were in, had a hypnotist act on stage. He had done the obvious chicken hypnosis gag...

4 years ago
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The Spirit of Justice

The Spirit of Justice By Heather St. Claire Terry Martin was drunk. That wasn't much of a surprise; he was drunk just about every night, and most days as well. As a college senior and the child of privilege, he could do just about anything he pleased. He flung an empty Jack Daniels bottle out the window of his Porsche and slammed his foot down on the accelerator. Martin was due to graduate in three months, and he knew he hadn't earned the Bachelor's Degree he was going to...

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Hypnotic Incest

I always knew I had hypnotic powers but I never really put them to use until now. My name is Bill I am a pretty typical guy for my age (18) however I have something that sets me aside from everyone else. The power to hypnotize anyone who looks into my eyes. I always knew had this power and I use it every now and then to do pranks, humiliate people, get good grades nothing huge. To tell a little more about me I live with my mother who is actually quiet attractive and my sister who is only a...

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Hypnotic Persuasion

This happened in December, 2002. My first semester at Clinton State University was nearly over. Most of the kids had already gone home for the winter break, but I was stuck with a final exam scheduled on the absolute last day of the term. I guess I didn’t really mind the peace and quiet which was a nice alternative to the 24/7 party atmosphere that had permeated the dorm hallways from pretty much the time I’d moved in.I was never really great at parties. I didn’t really like to drink or do a...

Mind Control
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Hypnotic Daddy Does The Twins

Dr. Johnson was 40 years old, and had begun to utilize his two medical specialties psychotherapy and hypnotherapy a great deal in his practice at home. He is married and has three high school aged children, Jason, and his twin girls Sara and Amy. His wife was a real estate salesperson and was away from home a great deal. It had taken several special permits to allow him to practice inside his home but after some modifications to his...

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Hypnotic Adventures of Cinderella Ch 05

Chapter Five Cinderella at the Ball They were both right. Cindy had feared that the encounter would change them … and it did. However, she was forced to admit that she and Betty were, if anything, even closer friends than before. Betty had sworn that this would be their only sexual encounter … and she was as good as her word. She continued to help Cindy with the housework three or four days each week so that they could spend more leisure time together … they even had another Sunday outing....

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A New Age Chapter 2 Rightness and Justice

She followed him out of his car, up the pathway to his door, and as he unlocked it, the order he’d given her before was still in effect. “Kayla, I order you to act as yourself but do as I say,” he’d said, no more than 15 minutes before. Now he looked over at her and spoke. “Kayla, I want you to want me to fuck you. To cum in you. I want you to be a slut for me,” he said, to which she immediately responded. She hopped up into his arms, her being so short, her arms wrapped around his neck,...

3 years ago
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Sweet Justice

This is a completely non-sexual tale about right, wrong and responsibility. Each reader will have to come to his or her own conclusions about relative morality. * ‘Ah, Special Agent Jenkins, my favorite FBI agent! You’re welcome to sit out here on the porch or in your government sedan while I waste more of my precious retirement income on my attorney who I would think will be here within the hour.’ ‘Mr. Thompson, you don’t need to call your lawyer. The judge approved your writ. I’ve been...

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The Perfect Shot Starring Victoria Justice

The Perfect Shot (Starring Victoria Justice) Join http://awriterswonderland.forumatic.com/ for more celeb Content I was nervous. Today could be a make or break day for me career wise. I’ve always dreamed of being a photographer for a magazine. I loved just flipping through the pages of a magazine, seeing all of the beautiful photos of various people. I decicated my life to being a photographer and today was my big day. I have just landed my first photo shoot for my first magazine....

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The Perfect Shot Starring Victoria Justice

The Perfect Shot (Starring Victoria Justice) Join http://awriterswonderland.forumatic.com/ for more celeb Content I was nervous. Today could be a make or break day for me career wise. I've always dreamed of being a photographer for a magazine. I loved just flipping through the pages of a magazine, seeing all of the beautiful photos of various people. I decicated my life to being a photographer and today was my big day. I have just landed my first photo shoot for my first magazine. Apparently...

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Justice

Justice? The detective came into the interview room, and placed a tape recorder on the table. A pretty young woman followed him, and took the seat he indicated. "All right, before we begin, I have to remind you of your rights. You have the right to keep silent, but anything you do say can be used against you . You have the right to have an attorney present, and if you can't afford one, we will provide you one at no cost. Do you understand?" "Yes, I understand, detective. But I...

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Mediaeval Justice

The count looked at the beautiful young girl that sat opposite of him at thewell loaded table. He smiled to the girl, trying to be as nice to her aspossible under the given situation.He had some mixed feelings about this and tried to explain his point ofview."It is just bad luck for you, dear", he argued, "but there is a law touphold"."But that law is inhuman", the girl protested. Her name was Ruby and she wasonly s*******n years old. She was so scared, that her voice quivered. Butshe realized...

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Justice

Stuart sat at the back of the court listening to the judge’s decision. The defendant was given a large fine, banned from driving, and a hundred hours community service. Stuart shook his head in disgust.Lily had been seven years old when this bitch had hit her on the street where Stuart lived. Another victim of drink driving, just one more statistic. And the judge had released her back into the world, instead of locking her up.There was no justice, or so it seemed.Stuart had heard the screeching...

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Backdoor Justice

Copyright© 2005 by Carlos Malenkov You can talk about the courtroom dramas on TV all you want. They're crap, I tell you, utter crap. Listen. I know a story that tops it all. New York has this peculiar institution known as the Sanitation Court. That's where you report if you get a summons for littering or maybe if you're a contractor who's tried to sneak a couple of bags of renovation debris into the regular municipal trash pickup. And it's where young judges start their career, and...

3 years ago
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Justice

Owensville, Texas was once a booming town; shipping ore from a large mine just outside the town limits. There was a railroad spur to ship the ore, first to El Paso and then on to smelters back east; but when the mine played out so did the prosperous future of Owensville. Twice a year a train would come down the spur to pick up cattle that local ranchers sent to market. The town proper now consisted of a wide street flanked by weather beaten buildings and stores; many of which were closed and...

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The SmithChapter 9 Justice

The week of the 23rd was the introduction of garter belts, stockings and corsets. Since most of the lingerie was see through or as good as, Cat wore one of my undershirts belted all week as a minidress. On the 24th, Justice came out with their issue. “SPECIAL ADDITION” “Who is the man holding the leash of the sixteen-year-old girl that has the world at the edge of their seats?” With a picture of me from ten years ago with a ‘?’ over a grayed out oval superimposed behind Cat in her red...

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Hypnotic Submission

It was a dark, stormy night. The rain was coming down in moderate amounts but the unrelenting wind made it seem as if it were raining much harder. Lightning flashed brightly every few moments and a sharp crackling sound of thunder followed immediately. Car alarms went off due to the intensity of the storm, and the lights from the street lamps did little to brighten the dark neighborhood. On this night, Jillian had promised to meet her mother for dinner, but the storm-watch warning issued by...

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Hypnotic Sex Slave Ch 5

Since I started this series I have received many very interesting emails. Sexual slavery is clearly a turn on to both men and women. Women are interested in both being the slave and the master. This story is fiction. It is based on experience and it could have happened. Enjoy the story and please vote when you finish. See chapter two for the genesis of the story line. One of the women in this story is afraid of hypnosis unlike the previous women. Sybil came in with a women she thought was her...

3 years ago
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Hypnotic Session

Several years ago we visited an amusement park in Southern California that has a western motif. I'm sure you know which one. We came upon an area that was set up as an old wagon camp and in the center, was a stage. Outside, there was a sign that advertised fun and somewhat naughty hypnotist. My girlfriend was excited as she had never been hypnotized and I thought the whole thing was a crock, but I agreed to go to the show anyway, since it was advertized as being naughty. I had no idea how...

3 years ago
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Hypnotic Sex Slaves Ch 2

Clearly the concept of a sex slave has appeal to both sexes. Both men and women wonder about being a sex slave. Hypnosis is the Great Enabler. This is a the second in a series of stories of encounters that raise the issue of being a sex slave. Read on. Then vote and let me know what you think. Everything I write about I believe is possible. I have not, necessarily, done everything depicted in these stories and I cannot advocate making people do things that they would not approve of, if asked. ...

2 years ago
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Compensatory Summary Justice

Note to the reader: This story is a bit of a departure for me. It is mainly in the first person and it is not at all erotic. This is a ‘revenge’ and/or ‘Justice’ story. It is entirely fictional and everyone is over eighteen (not that it makes a difference in this particular story). If you are after a sexy or super descriptive, violent, story this is not it. * I have some basic hang ups that have been with me for most of my life. If I see someone picking on a person who is not able to defend...

3 years ago
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HillBilly Justice

"HILLBILLY JUSTICE" Part #1 : Rape,anal,violence,cruelty,sodomy,murder and torture. "HILLBILLY JUSTICE" Part #1 : I had been following the murder trial of a mother in another state who had killed her child and I became pretty upset.I would watch it after getting home from work. She claimed she was innocent and had no idea what had happened. I followed the trial and the investigators kept saying how much she had lied and made numerous false claims, blaming a...

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Poetic Justice

Poetic Justice by Jennifer Chapter 1 Friday night; 11:35 PM - Somewhere along Route 264; just outside of Falling Rock, AZ. Her head bobbed rhythmically to the beat of the blaring radio; it was difficult to stay focused on what I was trying to do. "Oh yeah . . . " I managed to groan. With her free hand, she grabbed a handful of her flowing hair and flipped it to the other side of her head . . . away from her face. As I took a quick look down at her, she gave me a...

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A Simple Girls Justice

A Simple Girl's Justice By TouchedBug I stand on the rotting wood of the dock leading out to the Rio Grande, careful that my soft feet aren't pierced by a splinter or stray nail. A moment is taken to enjoy the trickling sound of the river and the buzzing of insects singing their mating song. During the day this stretch of the Rio Grande which runs through the Texas town of New Braunfels is congested with inner tube sailing, beer guzzling tourists effectively turning the river...

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Rubekestan Justice

Rubekestan Justice Synopsis Arrested for shoplifting while on holiday in Rubekestan, Nancy is sentenced to the harsh punishment meted out in that country. Her abusive, authoritarian nature only makes her situation worse. Rubekestan Justice by obohoboWarnings Please take note! The text in this story contains erotic material and is expressly written for adults only. MF MMM+F NC. Whipping/caning If you are underage or offended by such material, or if viewing this file is illegal in your...

1 year ago
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On the Trail of Justice

The rider on the buckskin took his time, studying the trail, and, by turns, the terrain ahead. He could tell by the way sand occasionally fell into a hoof print that he was not far behind his quarry. The horse he was following had been ridden hard, and from the way the hooves scraped sand between steps, must have been on its last legs. The heat made the air shimmer as he studied the rocks and brush ahead for any sign of the man he had chased halfway across the territory. Yesterday, they had...

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Himura Battousia Book 2 Kenshins PastPart 155 Human Justice

(Kenshin and the others are walking home. A man on a ladder is ringing a bell.) Kaoru: The fire bell... It must have something to do with that sound. Tae: Kenshin, you said it was an Armstrong cannon? Shouldn't you... Tsubame: I... I think so too. Kenshin: I may just be imagining things. We can check it out tomorrow. It's getting late. Kaoru: You're right. It won't do any good to worry about it now. Sanosuke and Yahiko: All right! Then we can go back to the Akabeko for another...

2 years ago
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Hypnotic Sex Slave Ch 4

Since I started this series I have received many very interesting emails. Sexual slavery is clearly a turn on to both men and women. Women are interested in both being the slave and the master. My perspective is being the master. This story is fiction. It is based on experience and it could have happened. Enjoy the story and please vote when you finish. See chapter two for the genesis of the story line. Most of the applicants for the research were people who were genuinely interested in...

4 years ago
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Hypnotic Sex Slave Ch 3

Clearly the concept of a sex slave has appeal to both sexes. Both men and women wonder about being a sex slave. Hypnosis is the Great Enabler. This is a series of stories of encounters that raise the issue of being a sex slave. Read on. Then vote and let me know what you think. Everything I write about I believe is possible. I have not, necessarily, done everything depicted in these stories and I cannot advocate making people do things that they would not approve of, if asked. To understand...

3 years ago
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Royal Justice

At that point Joseki made several charges. (your Grace please post your missive) Stephan did try to account for his actions in the face of these charges and aquitted himself well. But was unable to refute the sheer mass of physical evidence presented. He was found guilty of brining a cursed weapon into Avalon. This being the weapon he left in the then Captain Craven’s hand. He was sentenced to remove this Item in the same fashion. It was stuck in his hand and he grandly carried it off. We look...

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The Girl Scout 18 Street JUSTICE

Previous: The Girl Scout-1; The Girl Scout-2 Daddy; The Girl Scout -3 The Tool Man; The Girl Scout – 4 Tag Teamed ; The Girl Scout -5 Die Bitch Die; Girl Scout 6 -Cum Faced The Girl Scout-7 HOGTied; The Girl Scout -8 Getting to Know You; The Girl Scout -9 Sleeping Beauty; The Girl Scout – 10 Work It Good The Girl Scout -11 Lights Out Bitch; The Girl Scout-12 Doctor Rosen The Girl Scout -13 Papa and Grand Daughter The Girl Scout -14 Exam Hell The Girl Scout -15 Training and...

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Live On Line with Victoria Justice

Rushing home from school, I couldn’t believe that the day was finally here. This was the day that my obsession, Victoria Justice, was going to be doing a live chat on my favorite website. I had been dreaming about the chance to talk to her for so long. I knew that with the thousands of fans who are on her live chats, she may never see my comments, but I had to try anyway.Finally getting home, I flew through the front door, ran upstairs to my bedroom, shut the door, and turned on my laptop. As...

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Partying With Victoria Justice

THIS STORY WAS POSTED ON XHAMSTER BY THE USER TreborCox WITHOUT MY PERMISSION. I WILL LINK IN THE COMMENTS WHERE THE STORY WAS POSTED AFTER I WROTE IT IN 2012Disclaimer: The following story is a complete work of fiction. If Victoria Justice and/or Ariana Grande just happen to do things like this in their personal lives…total coincidence. Read the story codes before reading the story.--The tapings were finished. The third season of ‘Victorious’ was now fully recorded. It was a long week as the...

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The Detectives Justice

The Detective's Justice By Donna Mary Allyson (c) 2003 Author's note: My sincere thanks to Carla Winters who volunteered to be my proof reader for this story. My spelling was atrocious and Carla kept me on track. Cast of Characters: The Good Guys: Saul/Sarah Meyer: Sergeant Mayfield Police Kathy Meyer: Saul's wife Carolyn Meyer: Saul's young daughter Virginia Harrison: Saul's Captain of Police Terrie Davidson: Saul's new partner from Livermore Lou Peterson: The Desk...

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Delayed Justice

Delayed Justice By Julie O Edited By Robert Arnold Features Characters from The Julieverse Chapter 1 October 2003- The Beginning "Sam, how did your parents take it when you told them about your costume?" asked seventeen-year-old Sharon...

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Eighteent Century Justice

Eighteenth Century Justice Chapter 1. Annette is hired as a servant Annette is sixteen years old. She is the humble subject, one of the least important, of his glorious majesty, Louis XIV, king of France by the grace of God. The year is 1713. Annette lives in a small town called Grenade in southern France. Her parents are both dead. Her mother died when Annette was just ten. Her father died recently. He had been a good blacksmith, but after his wife died he became a drunkard. There was nothing...

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Justice

Justice ****** John sighed with relief as he saw the hands of the clock edging to 5. Nowadays he always felt that the workday would just never come to an end, and yet he also dreaded coming home to Sandy. It was not always like that for him. why, only six months ago he was a rising young executive, whose future with Consoladated seemed assured. Assured that is, till his atavistic male chauvinistic attitudes got him into deep trouble.He looked down at the keyboard...funny how fast he...

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Fair Justice

Fair Justice CHAPTER IGreenville High Street had a new attraction today.  Judge Fair of Greenville Law Court, who had a reputation of not living up to his name, was always keen on cruel and unusual punishments.  Today’s treat was one of the housewives of plush Greenville convicted of adultery.  Normally for such an offence Fair would dole out any combination of branding, a flogging, and a prison sentence anywhere between a month and six years (as the law prescribed) depending on the case and...

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Western Justice

Western Justice- Western Justice-?By Dungeon Master Marshal Dillon was sitting in his Dodge City office gazing over some wanted posters when kindly, but cranky old Doc Adams moseyed in the front door. "Hey Doc. How?s it going?? ?Busy mornin? Matt,? Doc replied, shaking his head while taking a seat across from the rugged lawman?s desk. ?Had go out to the Schrader place this morning to help deliver a calf. The mother and daughter are doin? just fine,? he said with a pleasant voice...

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Justice

When I look back at my life and the events that have led me to this place in time and a decision I now have to make you'd think I'd feel more ... well anger, hate, bitterness to name but a few, instead all I feel is numb. A numbness that currently clouds my judgement, affects my thinking and makes me mourn the loss of any feelings or emotions, or would no doubt if I could mourn. My name doesn't matter, not really, though you can call me Peter and my tale such as it is goes back over twenty...

2 years ago
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A Question of Justice

Chapter 1 Lt. James Weaver, commander of the USS Allegiance, gazed rapturously across the majestically rolling waters off the West African coast, watching the sunrise in its scarlet, oranges and yellow hues. “I love this duty,” he said, quietly. The beauty of land, the breathtaking expanse of the sea, and the mission. It made the years of tedium and discomfort more than worth it. “Didja say somethin’ to me, cap’n?” asked the skinny young man at the ship’s wheel. “I’m sorry, cap’n me hearing...

2 years ago
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Himura Battousia Book 2 Kenshins PastPart 205 The True Intentions of Earthly Justice

Hiten Mitsurugi-ryuu Ougi Amakakeru Ryuu no Hirameki!! Watoujutsu Zetsugi Kofuku Zettousei!!! (Tomoe smiles; swords flash. As they part, a huge slash opens across Kenshin's chest. He falls to his knees, bleeding profusely.) Enishi: A second later and we would have killed each other... That was trickier than I thought. My thanks, Mr. Gein. Seeing it once did the trick. Gein: You're welcome. I feel proud myself. Sanosuke: How--how could he be faster than the Amakakeru Ryuu no Hirameki?...

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SiobhanChapter 10 Lady Justice

At Mishka’s request, BEM found and gave them a luxury passenger van capable of comfortably transporting the entire family, including pets. Jackie excitedly entered the van with the family. The cats, though willing to accompany Imp anywhere, were not as enthused. The family’s visit to Tawny and Peace in Athens, Georgia, was both instructive and pleasurable. They had been present on the day The People had begun arriving - greeting and hugging and assuring them of their welcome. Now, The People...

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Hypnotic Freedom

CHAPTER 1 I’d met Linda at a party and she really turned me on. My dates with her until now had been enjoyable but despite her foxy, little body, she had not allowed me any real contact whatsoever. She was really uptight and I decided to give her some space. That had not really worked either. After our fifth date, with nothing in a physical way to show for my efforts, except for a few cases of blue balls, I suggested that she really needed a way to relax. I offered to give her a massage but...

3 years ago
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Hypnotic Perfume Ch 01

Henry put the nose plug on, it pinched his nostrils shut a little uncomfortably and made him breathe heavily, but if this ‘perfume’ worked like it should then he wasn’t going to want to breathe any of it in. The nerdy college student needed a test subject, a real one that was unsuspecting, not one of his friends. And not only that, but he kind of wanted one that he could really test all the parameters of the effects with, see just how far he could go with this. When a person inhaled this...

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Hypnotic Destruction Michaels Sisters

Edited by Michael Dr. Cynthia Claiborne relaxed on a grassy knoll. She liked to ponder in the quietness of the unblemished country of upstate New York, that is except for her spacious estate house, exceptions had to be made for the privileged few. Or maybe the clever few, hehehe. Now, what to do about my favorite group of deviant women? Kristyn was not pregnant, but she was coming along nicely as a slut, her mom's monthly reports from college informed her of that. Speaking of Sandie, she...

4 years ago
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Hypnotic Sex Slave

Many people fantasize about being or having a sex slave. Hypnosis makes it possible. Inhibitions disappear and unconscious desire takes over. This is a story about such an event. * * * * * I belonged to a bowling league in the center of the city. It was a scratch league where high bets were very common. We were in the third game and our team was up by thirty pins in the eighth frame. Our team had bet the other team $1000 on the series. This was in addition to league winnings. I had just...

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Hypnotic Road Trip

Nick Davidson sighed as he walked out of his house carrying two large suit cases. He was going on a family vacation and it was something they did about once a year. They were taking a month long road trip before school started back up. Nick was finally going off to college after this trip. He had planned to start after only taking a year off, but he'd gotten really into his hobby of practicing hypnotism and delayed his initial plans. He had hoped to parlay his talent into an actual career, but...

Incest
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Hypnotic Sex Slaves

On the bulletin board it was suggested that I was being too conservative. Okay, here is a story that could happen, but certainly shouldn’t happen. Unfortunately, I know of at least two criminal cases where doctors were convicted for taking advantage of their patients. One with drugs, one without drugs. In these stories we only deal with hypnosis. This story did not happen. * * * * * ‘Harry, you never spend any time with your family! You are always at your damned office seeing patients.’ ...

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