Hypnotic Destruction


Caution: This Mind Control Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Fa/Fa, Hypnosis, BiSexual, Heterosexual, Cheating, Incest, Mother, Daughter, Cousins, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Doctor/Nurse, .

Desc: Mind Control Sex Story: A hypnotist, Dr. Cynthia Claiborne, has a master plan for women and unleashes it causing incest and the start of the destruction of that family. Written upon request.

This story is a work of fiction, and friction, any resemblance to living, dead, or undead people is merely a coincidence. This story may not be used for wrapping fish or any other commercial endeavor without the author's expressed permission.

Chapter One

Debbie sighed, it was almost quitting time on a Friday afternoon. She would do the same thing she did every weeknight. I'm in such a rut. She'd drive home from work, cook dinner, engage in lame conversation with her husband Jim over dinner, clean the kitchen, and putter around the house until Jim said he was going to bed. Then as his dutiful wife she would go to the bedroom to strip and get under the sheets to wait for her husband. He would do what he did every night. Climb into bed and start fucking her in the missionary position. He wouldn't last long either. He would shoot his sperm into her pussy and then roll off of her and go to sleep.

Debbie's husband was a devout Jehovah's Witness and would not entertain any change to their sex life. Debbie knew that oral sex was out of the question, but there were other things that could be done to add variety, spice to their sex life. Then finally, she could have an orgasm. Debbie was disillusioned with the Jehovah's Witness life style. She definitely needed something to change in her life. Debbie did not get any satisfaction from either her job or her home life. She went and showered off all signs of another night with Jim. Debbie got on her nightie and went to bed. She soon fell into a troubled sleep.

The next morning was just like any other Saturday, Jim left early to get some golf in at the country club. In the afternoon he would go door to door spreading the faith. Debbie just sat at the kitchen table, drinking her coffee and reading the paper. She was turning the pages listlessly, seeing the same old advertisements, when something caught her eye. The ad practically jumped off the page, 'IS YOUR LIFE A MESS? IS STRESS MAKING YOU TIRED AND GRUMPY? Find happiness through Hypnotherapy. Call Dr. Claiborne today and find peace.' There was a phone number and address. This may be my answer. I'll call right now. Debbie called the number and managed to slip into a canceled appointment for that afternoon. I am nervous, but excited. Could this be the answer to all my problems?

Debbie's Picture (brunette) Debbie looked at herself in the full length mirror. She was wearing a sensible, but attractive pants suit. It complimented her fit, sexy body. She was 42 years old, but looked 30. Her shoulder length dark brown hair and green eyes, that suited her so well, were a family trait. Debbie appeared demure, but wanted to be wild. She just didn't know if she could. She got in her car to drive to her appointment. As soon as she was out of sight of the house, she pulled out a cigarette and lit it. She rolled down all of the power windows to let the smoke out, because Jehovah's Witnesses were not permitted to smoke tobacco.

Debbie pulled into a parking space near the address in the paper. She didn't see a sign advertising the place, so she got out of the car and walked looking for Dr. Claiborne's office. At the address, she found a small sign pointing up a set of stairs. At the top of the stairs was a door with a sign, "Dr. Cynthia Claiborne — Hypnotherapies", then a smaller sign, "Please enter". Debbie entered a normal looking waiting room, pleased, expecting to find a dark, closet-like chamber.

The inner door opened and a woman wearing a lab coat entered the waiting room. She looked very professional and very lovely too. "Hello, I'm Dr. Claiborne. You must be Debbie, please come in." Debbie walked in ahead of the doctor and sat in one of the three plush chairs in the office. Dr. Claiborne took a seat opposite her. She was wearing a pretty blouse under her lab coat. Debbie couldn't see her skirt, but she could see the dark hose that covered her slim legs. She had a pretty, trustful face framed by her blonde tresses.

"Tell me why you came here, Debbie." Dr. Claiborne said in a tender tone.

Debbie shifted uncomfortably in her chair. "Doctor, I don't know exactly, but I am not happy. I find myself bored with everything. I used to enjoy the challenge of work, but now I feel it's just drudgery. This is confidential, right. I mean you're not a Jehovah's Witness are you?"

Dr. Claiborne just smiled and said, "No and yes, I'm not a Jehovah's Witness and everything we do here is confidential. What about your home life? Do you have an active sex life?" Debbie blushed as Dr. Claiborne asked her about her sex life. Suddenly she broke down and sobbing, told the doctor everything. Dr. Claiborne moved closer and let Debbie cry on her shoulder. This went on for quite some time; Dr. Claiborne kept passing her tissues.

Debbie finally stopped crying and Dr. Claiborne returned to her seat. "I think you would be a good subject for hypnotherapy. I can help you to be happy, content with your life." Dr. Claiborne looked at her watch. "We have time for a session now. Do you want to start?"

Debbie brightened as the doctor said she could help her. "Oh yes, please. I can't bear to go on another day." It would be wonderful if she could help me.

"Lean back in your chair and relax Debbie." Once Debbie was comfortable, Dr. Claiborne held a small circular disk (about the size of a half dollar coin) in front of her and pushed a button on the back. A sequential sequence of lights began blinking on and off in front off Debbie. Dr. Claiborne began talking in a low, steady voice, "We used to use a spinning coin or a candle to put the subject to sleep. Now we use this special light source. The subjects go to sleep and into a hypnotic trance much quicker." Debbie was already in her trance with her eyes closed. "Much, much quicker" Dr. Claiborne whispered as she turned the disk off and put it in her coat pocket.

"Very good Debbie, tell me what you really want, why you have come to me. Tell me what is missing in your life." Dr. Claiborne crossed her long legs and the lab coat rode up showing more of her beautiful, hose covered legs.

Debbie answered, not moving or opening her eyes, "I want my life to be more exciting. I want to have an orgasm, many orgasms. I want to be free of the restrictions placed upon me by being married to a devout Jehovah's Witness." Debbie's voice was frank and to the point.

Dr. Claiborne thought for a moment and then smiled. "I can make that happen for you Debbie. All you have to do is to trust me. I would never do anything to hurt you. Now, rise and take off all your clothes. It's rather hot in here, don't you think so?" Cynthia watched as Debbie rose and started undressing. The coat went first, then the simple cotton blouse. Debbie then reached behind her to unsnap the push-up black satin bra that she wore. Her bare shoulders shone seductively in the light, beads of sweat beginning to form on her skin.

As Debbie continues undressing Cynthia stands up and takes off her lab coat and blouse. She is wearing only a black corset, garter belt and silk stockings, no panties. Debbie didn't notice this; she just unfastened her bra and let it fall to the floor. Her breasts were magnificent, with little sagging evident. Her nipple's areoles were large, a seductive light brown and her nipples were fully erect. Her skin was smooth and unblemished.

"You're doing well Debbie, please continue." Debbie removed her skirt next exposing high-cut black lace panties and nude pull up hose. "You may leave the stockings and the heels on Debbie." Debbie pulled down her panties and stepped out of them, showing just a hint of brown trimmed pubic hair. Cynthia was happy to see that she trimmed her pussy hair. It made it better for her to gaze at Debbie's sex.

"Sit down Debbie and spread your legs wide so that I may look upon your charms to make sure that your problem does not lie there. That's it; now hook your legs over the arms of the chair." Cynthia gave Debbie instructions until, she was sitting, her pussy open and exposed, just like Cynthia wanted. Cynthia sat down and moved her right hand to her own womanly folds. Her hand lazily stroked her stimulated folds.

"Now, we need to take care of your needs. I want you to play with yourself until you get close to climaxing, and then tell me so I can observe. While you are playing tell me about your immediate family, especially any young men in your family." Debbie took her right breast in her right hand and used her left hand to stimulate her pussy. Cynthia saw this and smiled, she knew that Debbie knew where to touch herself.

"I have two sisters, Robyn and Sandie. They are married and each have two boys under 15. Sandie also has an 18 year old daughter named Kristyn." Cynthia took note of the ladies mentioned. " I also have a cousin named Michael. He is 26 years old and not married. My husband..."

Cynthia interrupted, "I do not need to hear any more about husbands. How are you doing? Do you feel the pleasure from touching your own body sexually?" Debbie just nodded, her left hand a blur in her lap and her right hand pinching & twisting her hard nipples. Cynthia's hand was also moving fast stroking her own wet cunt. This is so incredible, if only I can get all three sisters and the daughter.

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