Hypno Criminal

Monica Greenwood had been on the case of the hypnotist **** for the past few months. She was a detective, and a damn good one, but this was one case that was proving to be quite a challenge. John Doe, the hypnotist, was clever. He left no trace of himself behind. No DNA, no fingerprints, no CCTV footage. The only thing that linked him to his victims was the permanent triggers that he had installed in their minds.

Monica had spoken to a few of his victims. They described how he had hypnotized them, how he had made them do unspeakable things to their bodies, and how he had left them with triggers that would cause them to cum uncontrollably at the slightest hint of a trigger word. Monica felt a deep sense of disgust and anger towards John Doe. How could someone do something like this to innocent women?

As Monica was driving down the street, she suddenly saw a man standing on the sidewalk. There was something about him that made her stop the car. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but she felt a strange sense of familiarity. As she got out of the car, she realized that this was the man she had been looking for. John Doe, the hypnotist ****.

"Hello, Monica," he said, with a smug smile on his face. "I've been expecting you."

Monica didn't have time to react. Before she knew it, she was under his spell. She felt her mind slipping away, and she couldn't do anything to stop it. John Doe had hypnotized her, just like he had done to all of his other victims.

"From now on, Monica, you will be my ****. You will do anything and everything that I tell you to do. Do you understand?"

Monica tried to resist, but it was no use. She was under his control. She nodded her head in agreement, and John Doe smiled.

"Good girl. Now, I want you to take off all of your clothes. I want to see every inch of your beautiful body."

Monica felt a surge of pleasure run through her body as she began to undress. She couldn't believe what was happening to her. She was a detective, for god's sake! She wasn't supposed to be doing something like this. But she couldn't help it. John Doe had taken control of her mind, and there was nothing she could do to stop it.

"That's a good girl. Now, I want you to touch yourself. I want you to make yourself cum."

Monica felt her hand moving down to her pussy. She was wet, so wet. She had never felt this kind of pleasure before. She started to touch herself, and it felt amazing. She couldn't believe how good it felt. She closed her eyes and let out a moan as she started to cum.

"That's it, Monica. Cum for me. Cum hard."

Monica couldn't stop. She kept cumming and cumming, and it felt amazing. She was lost in the pleasure, and she didn't want it to stop. But eventually, it did. John Doe had left, and Monica was left standing on the sidewalk, naked and spent.

She couldn't believe what had just happened. She had been hypnotized by the hypnotist ****, and she had cum uncontrollably in the middle of the street. She felt a deep sense of shame and humiliation wash over her.

But then, something strange happened. Monica started to cum again. She couldn't stop it. She tried to resist, but it was no use. She was trapped in a never-ending cycle of pleasure.

She was taken to a loony bin, where she spent the rest of her life, cumming and squirting uncontrollably. She was a shell of her former self, a mindless **** to the hypnotist ****.

And John Doe? He was never caught. He continued to hypnotize and **** women, leaving them with permanent triggers that would cause them to cum uncontrollably. Monica was just one of many victims, but she was the only one who was doomed to spend the rest of her life in a state of perpetual pleasure.