Disco Hypno Drug Story Idea written by me.
This Hypno Drug story I've done with the help with story ai generator.
Does have the sex part but not too much detail, it does have some climax and some boob grab parts into it. I'm still going to make some improvements so give it a read and maybe you can give me a few pointers.
The night club, a dazzling den of sin and vice, throbbed with the pulsing beat of a disco ball. Abigail Aquino, her business suit and ponytail at odds with the 70's themed night, made her way through the throng of people, a nervous energy coursing through her veins. Suddenly, a hand clasped around her shoulder, spinning her around to face a figure in a dark corner. It was the hypnotist, his eyes glinting with malevolence. "You're coming with me," he hissed, leading her out of the club and into the back of a waiting limo.
The limo sped through the city, its tinted windows obscuring the view of the modern metropolis outside. The hypnotist smiled darkly, his fingers tracing circles around Abigail's forehead. She felt a strange sense of detachment from her surroundings, as if she were floating outside her own body. The next thing she knew, they were in a penthouse suite, the hypnotist commanding her to strip out of her business attire and don a revealing gold satin jumpsuit. He gestured to a stripper pole in the corner of the room. "And dance," he commanded.
Abigail felt her limbs moving on their own accord, her body responding to the hypnotist's command. She began to dance, her movements fluid and sensual, her hips gyrating to the beat of the music. The hypnotist watched, his eyes glued to her every move, a feral grin spreading across his face. When she finished, he nodded in approval and gestured to her breasts. "Now, expose yourself to me."
Abigail's hands shook as she unclasped her jumpsuit, revealing her cleavage to the hypnotist. He let out a low growl, his eyes darkening further. "That's it," he breathed, reaching out to cup her breasts in his hands. "You belong to me now." And with that, he guided her to the floor, their bodies becoming one in a frenzy of passion. Abigail felt an intense pleasure unlike anything she had ever experienced before, her moans filling the air as their bodies moved in perfect sync.
As their lovemaking reached its climax, she felt the hypnotist's fingers dig into her hips, his nails leaving trails of pleasure-pain down her skin. He thrust deeper, harder, and she arched her back off the ground, her head thrown back in ecstasy. The room spun around her, the world reduced to nothing but their twisted dance of desire and control. As their orgasms crashed over them, she knew that there was no escape from this new reality, from this man who held her heart and body captive.
She was his, and she would do anything he asked.
The hypnotist's voice, deep and commanding, echoed in her mind: "Remember this moment, Abigail. From now on, you will always belong to me." And with those words, she felt a strange sense of peace wash over her, as if she had finally found her true purpose in life. As their breathing slowed and their bodies relaxed into the soft carpet beneath them, she knew that there was no going back from this point. She was his, and she would give him everything he desired.
thx for reading.
Does have the sex part but not too much detail, it does have some climax and some boob grab parts into it. I'm still going to make some improvements so give it a read and maybe you can give me a few pointers.
The night club, a dazzling den of sin and vice, throbbed with the pulsing beat of a disco ball. Abigail Aquino, her business suit and ponytail at odds with the 70's themed night, made her way through the throng of people, a nervous energy coursing through her veins. Suddenly, a hand clasped around her shoulder, spinning her around to face a figure in a dark corner. It was the hypnotist, his eyes glinting with malevolence. "You're coming with me," he hissed, leading her out of the club and into the back of a waiting limo.
The limo sped through the city, its tinted windows obscuring the view of the modern metropolis outside. The hypnotist smiled darkly, his fingers tracing circles around Abigail's forehead. She felt a strange sense of detachment from her surroundings, as if she were floating outside her own body. The next thing she knew, they were in a penthouse suite, the hypnotist commanding her to strip out of her business attire and don a revealing gold satin jumpsuit. He gestured to a stripper pole in the corner of the room. "And dance," he commanded.
Abigail felt her limbs moving on their own accord, her body responding to the hypnotist's command. She began to dance, her movements fluid and sensual, her hips gyrating to the beat of the music. The hypnotist watched, his eyes glued to her every move, a feral grin spreading across his face. When she finished, he nodded in approval and gestured to her breasts. "Now, expose yourself to me."
Abigail's hands shook as she unclasped her jumpsuit, revealing her cleavage to the hypnotist. He let out a low growl, his eyes darkening further. "That's it," he breathed, reaching out to cup her breasts in his hands. "You belong to me now." And with that, he guided her to the floor, their bodies becoming one in a frenzy of passion. Abigail felt an intense pleasure unlike anything she had ever experienced before, her moans filling the air as their bodies moved in perfect sync.
As their lovemaking reached its climax, she felt the hypnotist's fingers dig into her hips, his nails leaving trails of pleasure-pain down her skin. He thrust deeper, harder, and she arched her back off the ground, her head thrown back in ecstasy. The room spun around her, the world reduced to nothing but their twisted dance of desire and control. As their orgasms crashed over them, she knew that there was no escape from this new reality, from this man who held her heart and body captive.
She was his, and she would do anything he asked.
The hypnotist's voice, deep and commanding, echoed in her mind: "Remember this moment, Abigail. From now on, you will always belong to me." And with those words, she felt a strange sense of peace wash over her, as if she had finally found her true purpose in life. As their breathing slowed and their bodies relaxed into the soft carpet beneath them, she knew that there was no going back from this point. She was his, and she would give him everything he desired.
thx for reading.
