The Gamer Chapter 1318 – Hypno Maids (Patreon)

John spawned a leather couch in the centre of the Sex Dungeon, placing both maids on it. The two were still completely relaxed. Two gorgeous, white haired women, all his for the manipulating. A chair appeared at the press of a button and John sat down opposite of them, rubbing his chin.

The possibilities were vast. To remind himself just how vast, he snapped his fingers and said, “Your Master’s hands all over you.” Near immediately, the inertia of the two women was broken. They softly writhed where they sat, their hands dreamily travelling over their curves. The motions were in support of the fantasy, the manifest imagination that made them gasp, as his fictitious hands caressed them.

Imagination was the limit. This would be the first time he used both of them simultaneously, with the hypnosis being the main theme of their session. With that in mind, John ultimately decided on doing the obvious with his obsessed submissive and his break-happy brat.

He snapped his fingers again. There was a barely notable flinching in their body language, subconscious primed to make his words their thoughts. “Cleanse,” he said first, ending their subtle writhing. “Claire, Mind Control. When I awaken you, you will know that you are fully under my control. Mind Control. You will be unable to move without being given an order because your every motion exists to serve me. You will only move to follow the specific orders that I give you. You are under my Mind Control. This gives you the security that you will only do as I demand, that you will please me, because you believe that you have no choice but to do what pleases me. You will behave and speak however obsessed and loving as you are deep down.” He let the words sink in for a few moments, before saying, “Claire, tell me what you will do when you wake up?”

“I will be… under the perfect Master’s complete control… doing only what he wants… and behave and speak to him with the worship he deserves…” Claire muttered in her entranced state.

John stood up and bowed over her. “Good girl,” he whispered in her ear. The two words broke through the conditioning just the slightest bit, causing the corners of her mouth to twitch into a mad smile. Before backing off, the Gamer flipped the front of her skirt to the side, revealing her bare, glistening wet cunt.

It took all his self-control not to dive between those thighs and eat her out. No, this session was about him manipulating them however he desired through hypnosis they did not resist. Using them was proper here, he would have ample opportunity to eat them out another day. Back on the chair, John snapped his finger again.

“Momo, Unheard Mind Control. Once I awaken you from the trance, you will not recall being hypnotized. As a matter of fact, you will be unable to conceive of any of the hypnosis at all. Unheard Mind Control. You will have no choice but to obey me and you will not know why. Only your words will be yours to use as you please. Unheard Mind Control.” Again, he let the words sink in for a bit, then asked the question, “Momo, tell me what you will do when you wake up?”

“I will… obey whatever you say, Master… without knowing why… and I can complain about it all I want… but I cannot stop myself from doing as you say…” She shivered wantonly, her imagination likely running wild.

John got up again, bowing down to her ear and whispering, “Good brat.” Slowly, yet decisively, Momo bit her lower, full and pink lip. A tiny nod and moan accompanied her needy expression. He did not need to program her with any additional enjoyment for the situation, this was already what she wanted. Moving her skirt aside, he found white fabric with a big, drenched line where it covered her cunt.

The Gamer dismissed the chair and stood in front of the couch. Gently, he ran his hands through their hair, caressing their adorable faces for a bit. They looked so peaceful, despite the need clearly boiling under the surface. He was eagerly anticipating what exactly would happen when he awoke them.

One snap of his fingers later, he said, “I will count down from five. When I hit zero, you will both be Wide Awake, the commands and suggestions I have given you in full effect.” He put his hands on their cheeks, as he counted down. When he hit, “Zero”, their eyes opened.

Claire’s lids practically burst apart. The pupils in her red eyes were slits, then dilated to a goofy degree, like a cat that had been given catnip. A lewd sound between depraved moan and orgasmic gasp escaped her lips. “Master is… Master is touching me… Masteris…John is…Johnistouchingmejohnistouchingmejohnistouchingme.” The obsessed maid trembled all over, her head twitching as the desperate urge to throw herself at him or at least nuzzle more intensely against his palm was overpowered by the hypnotic command.

While her crazy chanting continued, Momo rolled her eyes. “Look at her, a month’s progress, undone just because you touch her on the cheek,” the unaware brat stated drily. “Can you take your hand off me? I got work to do.”

“How dare you?!” Claire hissed at Momo with such intensity, she would have jumped had she been allowed to move. “You got to live with Master for so long, you should know to beg for his cock. Master’s satisfaction is all that matters. Being close to Master… Master’s scent… Master’s touch… Master… mastermastermastermastermastermastermastEEEEEEEEERRRRR!”

As the love-crazed rambling continued, Claire’s eyes rolled up in her skull, until she suddenly screamed and seized up. The Gamer grinned, he hadn’t made a woman cum in this way yet, by just keeping a hand on her cheek. Claire’s tongue lolled out of her mouth, her jaw hanging open invitingly. John moved his hand under her chin, and her pussy lips visibly twitched.

Blushing, the paper-white bookworm to his right mockingly blew air out of her nose. “Good for you, you have an obedient cocksleeve.”

“I have two,” the Gamer corrected her.

“Psh, yeah, sure.”

“How about you masturbate for me, Momo?” he asked, in a casual, friendly tone.

“How about no? I’m not in the mooo---” The sassy maid moaned and looked down at her cunt. Two fingers already had curved inside her while she was flicking her clit with the other hand. Rapid wet sounds came from her cunt while her hips shifted forwards a little bit, her legs parting wider so all she was doing was plainly visible. “W-w-w-what am I doooiiiing?!” she cried, her white eyes open wide.

“Your body is just more honest than you are.” John grinned, it was always nice to use some cliché lines in a controlled setting. “All you need to do is be honest and I’ll fuck you.”

“S-screw you, perv – Aaaah! – I’m… I’m doing this for mysssself, yeah!” Momo’s tongue desperately licked the base of John’s thumb. “Itsh got notshing to do with youuuuuu… I can stop… I can stop…. I CAN STOOOOOOOOP!” She could not stop, not even as she brought herself to a swift and intense orgasm. Her hard nipples poked through the white frill that covered her flat chest.

“Dishonest slaves don’t get rewarded. Keep masturbating,” the renewed command made the unaware brat moan in something that could have been defiance. Shifting his attention to Claire, John commanded her with his gaze alone.

The vampire snapped her mouth shut, cutting off the constant stream of rambles and orgasmic fangirl squeals. After a heavy gulp, she pleaded, “I’ll be a good slave, your best slave, Master, please fuck me, please use me, please make me cum, please, please, please, you’re all I ever needed, pleasepleaseplease, have your way with me, use your control over me, have me, have - yes, YES!”

Claire screamed when he pressed the button and made his clothes disappear. Like a bitch in heat, she panted, mouth agape. Her eyes rolled back again when he pushed his cock into her mouth. In her current state, she needed no physical stimulus, the sheer satisfaction of him being inside her was enough to send her into a perma-orgasmic state. That he had a hand on the back of her head certainly helped the obsessed submissive as well.

“GLACK! GLACK! GLACK!” the depraved sounds of face fucking filled the room, competing with the intensity of Momo’s masturbation. Glassy-eyed and drooling, the brat followed the display. John paid little attention to her, too focused on the throat and tongue of Claire.

Despite fluttering eyelids, the hypnotized comfort hole stared up at him with raw veneration. Only the instinctive movements of her tongue and involuntary movements of her fingers and toes escaped the conditions of her current hypnosis. The rest of her was still, moving only as John moved her with his strong arms. He held her skull with both hands now, fucking her mouth and using it as a true comfort hole. The reverberations around his cock were screams and words lost to the constant hammering. Within minutes, her face was an utter mess. Saliva, phlegm and precum spread all over her face. Strands of the resulting mixture connected the base of his cock to her lips and chin.

“That’s a good girl,” he grunted, before turning his gaze back to Momo. “You’re still masturbating, huh?”

“S-shut u-u-u-uuuuuup!” Momo shouted, her hips bucking off the couch. Everything she was doing to herself was clearly presented to him. She even moved her hand around, fingering herself from below so John could see her swollen cunt and the way she flicked her clit better. “I’m not… I can’t… why is my body…”

“You want me to see,” John told her, to the backdrop of the slaps of his groin against Claire’s obedient face. “You want to show me as you prepare yourself for me.”

The observation had an unintended consequence. Momo took that second sentence as an order. Well-lubricated with love juices, her left hand glided down to her backdoor. One finger effortlessly pressed inside. “No… I’m… I’m not…” A second finger joined. “…I don’t want you to fuck all my holes!” The third fingers stretched the sphincter of the backdoor that, on her, existed only to be another hole for him to dump his seed into. “I’m… why am I doing this and why does it feel so goooood?!”

“You’re a presentation piece. Eye candy for me. You don’t even have a right to wear clothing around me.”

“I’m… I’m-“ Momo stammered, while her body shifted further on the couch. Her maid uniform was quickly drawn into her, leaving her smooth, pale skin on full display. Her pale pink nipples were erect, her groin a mess of wetness, decorated with the Lover’s Will mark.

“Masturbating ever harder while watching me fuck an actually honest sex slave.”

Momo could not speak, over the intensity with which she worked both of her clean and ready holes. She was quiet, she let out disgraceful, animalistic sounds, she drooled, she shouted. Then she found her words again. “I can’t stop, I can’t stop, I’m… my body is… I’m doing what you… I’M CUMMING, I’M CUuuuu-!”

A geyser of pussy juice burst from Momo’s cunt. Pleasure rose to such a peak that even the hypnosis was temporarily overwhelmed and her fingers stopped. Her body rested only on shoulders and heels. Hips shot up in the air. Wave after wave of squirting pussy juice gushed from her pussy.

The sight pushed John over the edge. Overwhelmed by just how effective hypnosis was on this brat, the spike in sensitivity was too much. He slammed Claire’s head down on his groin, fully sheathing his size inside her. Her lips closed tight around him and she sucked him off, with the entirety of her conviction of a willing sex slave behind it.

He came, hard. Ropes of cum blasted down her throat. Guzzled down into her stomach. The vampire looked like she was leaving this plane of existence, such was the bliss on her face. John felt like he was right on her trail, getting every last drop extracted from him by her tight and vibrating throat.

With a deep grunt, John pulled out, blasting one last bit of cum across her face. Claire shivered all over, while the semen ran down her attractive features. “Thank you, Master, thankyouthankyouthankyou.” Her breathing calmed a bit, between her chants. “Can I have more? I should get more. I deserve more. I’m a good girl, I’m an obedient girl, I’m a good, obedient slave.”

“Bend over,” John ordered her. Claire moaned, as her body willingly followed an order she could not resist. She was on all fours in front of him, chanting mad worship when he put a hand on her fat, round ass. He aligned his cock with her dripping cunt. Easing himself inside her spasming, gripping cunt, he listened to her delectable howls.

“I can’t stop…. I can’t stooooop,” Momo cried, fingering both her holes again. “It feels so goooood!”

John grinned sadistically. Consensual mind control was just the best. Any concerns about whether or not he was overdoing it were washed away by the fact that she still continued. He snapped his fingers, a gesture that Momo currently was unable to associate with anything. Still, the question he asked had an effect. “Momo, are you horny?”

“F-fuck ooooff!” the confused brat shouted, her cunt gushing in an echo of her previous intense squirting. Trying something else, John sent a command to her subconscious. After a moment, she started moving, making confused sounds in the process. The Gamer’s grin widened, now knowing that telepathic, wordless mind control was possible as well with his hypnotized submissives. “Wh-aht ahm I doihng?!”

A justified, if slurred, question. The fairy maid now knelt on the couch, right next to where John was pounding the screaming Claire. Her fingers were hooked into her cheeks, her tongue lolled out. It was an obscene display of Eliana or Nightingale levels of inviting. “Seems like you’re begging for me to fuck your throat.” He snapped his fingers. “Momo, are you my sex slave?”

“N-no…” she muttered, without any conviction. Her tongue massaged something invisible.

“That’s too bad, see, this cunt here…” John smacked Claire’s ass. His custom trained crazy screamed and suddenly squirted all over his cock. That bit of pain had been all she needed to go from a constant orgasm to pure bliss. John bowed forwards and buried her face in the cushions, so her worshipping screams stopped drowning out his voice. “This cunt is good, she’s loyal, she’s a fantastic cumdump.” Each compliment made the pussy walls around him tighten. “She’s honest and obedient. If you were like this, you would get all the fucking you could ask for.”

“I don’t… nee… need your…. Cock… cock—cock… Master’s cock…” The word crossed her lips feverishly, until she pushed a pair of her fingers into her throat and bobbed on them. Her eyes reflected the continued confusion she had at her own behaviour.

“You should really catch up to your body’s honesty,” John recommended. Her response was too muffled by the fingers she was masturbating her throat with to make anything out. “You just sit there and watch as I reward this one.” He pulled Claire’s head back up.

“MASTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHRRRR!” was all the submissive maid could scream. He railed her ass with all of his force, focusing entirely on her. Constant claps of his thrusts against her cushion of an ass filled the room. Cheeks rippled, her body was shaken. The strands of her skirt swayed. He pulled her hair and smacked her ass. The excess of her wetness was trickling down the couch and staining the floor. Momo was similarly drooling all over herself, her naked body flush with lust and embarrassment.

Eventually, Claire turned completely silent. John cranked her sensitivity up as he gradually got closer to his next release. The gushing of her cunt was a constant, her pussy lips were now raw and swollen. With one more smack to that fat ass of hers, he grabbed her hips and entered the end spurt.

“Insideinsideinsideinsideinsideinside,” Claire found herself for a final, begging mantra.

John obliged. A couple more thrusts and he exploded inside her. Balls tightening, he pumped the massive load into Claire. Her soul sang, as if she was receiving raw divinity from him. With how much she venerated him, she might as well. Each time his shaft tensed, he pressed a little stronger against her ass. “God,” he groaned, as another powerful surge of cum painted her womb white.

That he was done with Claire was self-evident by her collapsing the moment he pulled outside. Her mind was too far gone to uphold the hypnotic suggestion. At the brink of passing out, she rolled over on the couch and then shut her fluttering eyes. Cum oozed from her agape cunt.

“Well, that’s too bad, looks like I’m out of obedient cocksleeves,” the Gamer hummed and directed his attention to Momo. “Guess I got to break in the other one.”

Still sucking on her fingers, Momo could not respond. Even when she did stop working her throat and put her hands in her lap, she only stared. Her eyes said both ‘Why?’ and ‘Yes, please!’ while John aligned his cock with her lips. He put it all the way inside, then had her bob on his dick without any physical participation from his side.

“That’s right, you want to clean my cock,” he told her and snapped his fingers. “Momo, are you my sex slave?” A hum around his cock could have either been denial or confirmation. “I think I will need that louder.”

His cock popped out of her mouth. Breathing heavily, Momo managed to ask, “I… uhm… can I…?”

Her question was cut short as John picked her up. Not in any romantic way, as he usually would have. No, he was stretching her thighs until her knees were next to her head. The bottom-heavy woman’s legs folded over his arms, which then reached behind her neck, fingers locking here. Momo was facing away from him, completely immobilized by the full nelson.

John pressed his cock against her lubed and loosened backdoor. “You can be honest with me,” the Gamer suggested in a tone that made it definitely not a suggestion. “You want to be fucked. You want to be a sex slave.”

“I… want to… no… no, no, you’re just…” Momo swallowed, her half-turned head letting John see the last bit of defiance vanish. “No…. whatever! I don’t care anymore! Yes, yes, I’m your bitch, your sex slave, your cum dump, your dumb broken brat, whatever you want! Just stop, stop telling me to masturbate when I need more. I love you and I need you to fuck me. I need that cock of my beloved Master!”

“Good girl,” John complimented her. “And you don’t mind how I fuck you?”

“It’s always right if you do it! I’m your sex slave, it’s all your choice, Master,” Momo said, her voice an odd, erotic mix of insanity, honesty, and absolute depravity. “My body obeys you, my body always knew better!”

Grunting in agreement, John lowered her on his manhood. Stretching her sphincter further, he impaled her. An obedient toy, Momo shouted and squirted as he filled her backdoor. Once fully inside, he lost no time fucking her.

In her state, doing anything besides giving it to her raw was wasted effort. All Momo cared for now was the hardest dicking he could give her. “Cock, yesssss!” Momo exclaimed. She was more lucid than usual when he got her into her broken state, a delicious side effect of this manner of taking her past her rebellious phase. “Master, I love you, Master. I’m sorry for being a dishonest brat, Master. I always wanted this, Master. I couldn’t stop masturbating because you’re too fucking HOT!”

“The hot one here is you,” John grunted into her ear, before softly biting it.

Momo screamed, laughed, and then moaned when he got back to fucking her seriously. For several minutes, they stood in the Sex Dungeon. They were a union of debauchery. Desperate need fuelled every movement of John, fulfilled purpose every scream of the hypno-kink brat. She came over and over again. She loved it rough.

The monotony of thrusts was low on creativity, but the time passed quickly for John. Too quickly, for his liking. His third orgasm rose. Certain that they would need a break after this, the Gamer accelerated. The quicker she passed out, the quicker he could fuck her again.

Besides, there was no turning around now.

John stumbled forwards and buried Momo between him and the couch. Rutting into her mindlessly, he only stopped when his cum was already pumping into her back entrance. Involuntarily, he held, then released his breath, while his world was consumed by the ecstasy of the moment. The tightness of her asshole accompanied each intense peak of his orgasm.

“Fuck,” he groaned, as the pleasure ebbed away. “You’re dangerous when I can make you honest, you adorable fairy.” John pressed a long kiss on the back of her neck, while dribbling the last vestiges of seed into her. He didn’t receive an answer; Momo was too busy giggling and muttering something that perhaps would have been a compliment, had it been coherent.

John pulled out and let them recover for the next round.