Holly Michaels

In the heart of the city, an unusual game of power and submission unfolded. Holly Michaels, a woman of 28 with raven hair cascading down her shoulders, and curves that could make a man drool, stood before John Doe. John, a man of 58, was far from attractive. His belly hung over his pants like a sack of potatoes, his breath reeked of stale beer, and his face was a map of wrinkles and blemishes.

"You think you're better than me, Holly?" John sneered, his eyes gleaming with malice.

Holly glared at him, her full lips curled into a sneer. "You're pathetic, John. You think your little mind games give you power? I'd rather fuck a cactus than you."

John chuckled, a sound that made Holly's skin crawl. "Well, darling, you don't have a choice." He waved his hand, and Holly felt a strange sensation wash over her. She knew what was happening. She was under his control.

"You're disgusting," she spat, her voice shaking with anger. "I hate you."

John's smile widened. "Oh, Holly. You'll learn to love this." He produced a massive dildo, black as the night sky and slick with lubricant. "This, my dear, is your new best friend."

Holly's eyes widened in horror, but she couldn't look away. The hypnosis was strong, and she felt her body betraying her. John leaned in close, his breath hot on her ear. "Your clit, Holly. It's not where you think it is."

Holly's brow furrowed in confusion. "What are you talking about?"

"It's at the back of your throat," John whispered, his voice sending shivers down her spine. "This dildo, it's going to hit it. And you, Holly, you're going to love it."

Holly's mind screamed in protest, but her body was already moving. She took the dildo, her fingers trembling as she wrapped them around the thick shaft. John watched her with a gleam in his eye, reveling in her disgust and humiliation.

"Do it, Holly," he ordered. "Mouth **** yourself with it. Show me how much you love it."

Holly's jaw clenched, but she couldn't resist. She brought the dildo to her lips, her heart pounding in her chest. She opened her mouth wide, her eyes never leaving John's. She could see the satisfaction in his eyes, and it made her angry.

She slammed the dildo into her throat, gagging as it hit the back. It was uncomfortable, disgusting. But the hypnosis was strong, and she found herself doing it again. And again.

Each time, she felt a strange sensation building in her. It was a sensation she had felt before, but never like this. It was intense, overwhelming. She hated it, but she couldn't stop.

John watched her, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "That's it, Holly. Take it. Show me how much you love it."

Holly gagged and choked, tears streaming down her face. But she couldn't stop. The sensation was building, growing. It was too much, too intense.

And then, suddenly, it was too much. She felt herself shaking, her body convulsing as an orgasm ripped through her. She gagged and coughed, the dildo slipping from her mouth as she came hard.

She felt herself squirting, the liquid pooling between her legs as she shook. She looked up at John, her eyes filled with hatred and disgust. But there was something else there, too. Something she didn't want to admit.

She had enjoyed it.

John chuckled, a sound that made Holly's skin crawl. "See, Holly? I knew you'd love it."

Holly glared at him, her body still shaking. She hated him. She hated this. But she couldn't deny the truth.

She had enjoyed it.

And that was the most disgusting thing of all.