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Arranged Marriage of Tori
On her 19th Birthday, Tori's parents gave her a gift of marriage to anyone they saw fit to give her away to, just so she could leave the nest for the rest of her life with the woman of their choosing. (Now Public) Like, Comment, or share your suggestions.
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DOOMED
Doctor Doom has decided to break up the Fantastic Four by targeting Sue Storm, the Invisible Woman. Yet Reed Richards knows too well the strategies that Doom would try. So Doom decides to enlist a partner to aid him in the downfall of the Invisible Woman...by whatever means necessary!
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Pokeslut
An all new Pokemon adventure awaits you in Kanto! Will you become a Pokemon master surpassing your long time rival, or will you be left to smell him later after he fucks the ever living shit out of you! (Public)
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The Hypnotherapist
I’m a tenacious blonde journalist, determined to expose hypnotherapy as a sham. My target: Dr. Victor Kane, a world-renowned hypnotist whose reputation precedes him. Confident in my skepticism, I strike a bold deal with him—if he can’t hypnotize me to do whatever he wants for as long as he chooses, I’ll use my platform to debunk his craft. But if he succeeds, it’ll prove hypnotherapy’s power and serve as a global advertisement for his industry. I’m certain I’ll win. Under the dim glow of his office, Kane’s voice weaves a spell I can’t resist. I sink into a deep trance, unaware of the command he implants: every time my phone rings, I’ll strip completely naked, no matter where I am, and strut through public spaces with my arms raised high, exposing myself for a full hour. The trigger is unbreakable, etched into my subconscious. The first call comes during a crowded press conference. My phone buzzes, and before I can stop myself, my clothes hit the floor. I parade through the stunned crowd, arms up, body bare, a spectacle for all to see. My colleagues, sensing a viral story, gleefully dial my number during live broadcasts, at galas, in busy city squares—each ring stripping me of dignity as cameras flash and headlines scream. The world watches my humiliation, and my own newsroom profits from the coverage, turning my ordeal into their gain. , I beg Kane to undo the trance. He refuses, his smirk reminding me of our deal. I ditch my phone, but it doesn’t matter—the trigger persists. Any call to my number, from anywhere, sets me off. I strip in parks, malls, even during interviews, leaving my clothes behind as I march naked, helpless, for an hour each time. When the trance lifts, I’m left scrambling, often finding my clothes stolen, forcing me to navigate the city exposed, again and again. The world knows my shame, my career is in tatters, and yet, a strange thrill pulses through me each time I obey the trigger—a secret I can’t admit, even to myself.
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Tangled in a Trance
Synopsis: Tangled in a Trance I’m a fierce, blonde-haired journalist in a bustling city, hell-bent on exposing hypnotherapy as a sham. My target: a renowned hypnotherapist whose charm and success irk me to no end. I pursue him relentlessly, my pen poised to ruin his career with a scathing exposé. After a heated back-and-forth, he throws down a challenge: one session. If he fails to hypnotize me, I can humiliate him publicly, ending his practice. But if he succeeds, my subconscious will obey his commands, proving his craft’s legitimacy and serving as free marketing. I accept, smirking, certain I’ll crush him. The session begins, and I’m smug, convinced my willpower is ironclad. But as his voice weaves its spell, my confidence wavers. He plants triggers: every text I receive prompts me to unbutton or remove one piece of clothing, and every phone call forces me to strip completely naked for minutes, wherever I am. He lets me leave, thinking I’ve won, my article half-written to destroy him. The hypnotherapist toys with me, sending strategically timed texts and calls that catch me in public, just out of sight. I’m determined to expose him, but each trigger proves he’s already won. My article falters as I struggle to manage my unraveling dignity. The thrill of the close calls mix with sheer embarrassment, my face burning as I plot my escape. Back at the news station, my friends sense something’s off. They prod, playfully sending texts to test me, unaware they’re triggering my exposure. A blouse opens on set, just off-camera; I laugh it off, but my voice quakes. I can’t explain why I need them to stop without risking their exploitation of me for ratings. They uncover the truth—my deal with the hypnotherapist—and turn it into a front-page story. Gleefully, they reveal my triggers: texts and calls. For maximum suspense, they leak my phone number one digit per day on air, inviting the public to “test” hypnotherapy’s power. Each broadcast drives me wild with dread, my phone a ticking bomb. Strangers begin texting, each ping stripping away another layer, forcing me into alleys or bathrooms to obey. I beg friends to stop contacting me, but can’t reveal why, knowing they’ll weaponize it against me. The hypnotherapist revels in my unraveling, his playful taunts stoking the indecent thrill of each near-exposure. Tension builds as I navigate close calls—unbuttoning at work , stripping during catholic church service while everyone's eyes are closed in prayer. My cheeks stay flushed, my body quivers at the thought of the next trigger. I scramble to anticipate texts and calls, but the randomness keeps me off-balance. The power play between us crackles: my drive to humiliate him clashes with his slow, deliberate exposure of me. My friends’ playful betrayal at the station, chasing ratings, heightens my desperation. As the final digit of my number airs, the city’s texts flood in, and I face the ultimate test of managing my spontaneous indecency, humiliated yet electrified by the hypnotherapist’s victory and my own total, public & undeniable surrender broadcasted for all the world to see in broad daylight.
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The Enigmatic Silence
Clara White has trouble contacting her best friend and cousin, Saki Cordova. Both of them attended the same high school in the fall as a junior at Port Barrenammon High School. Saki has been avoiding her calls and texts for the past week. When she was able to speak, she was very secretive with her. Unlike Saki, Clara doesn’t have access to a vehicle to drive across town to her aunt and uncle's estate. That morning after getting up on the second week of summer break told not to show up unannounced to their large estate home. To make it even more confusing, she called Saki’s phone. Unable to speak and suspended above the fireplace bound, Aunt Alice picked up the phone. Clara asked why and the response was she unable to see, hear, or talk while up there, followed by the phone getting hung up. None of that made sense on how to open the communication. Finally, Sira called her. They agreed to meet at the open mall near Clara's house. The second Clara saw was what she wasn’t wearing. Noticeable under her blouse grabbed her attention as they entered the dinner. At the table, Saki’s told Clara she convinced her parents to mount her above the fireplace in the grand room in a rope harness. Walking back home, she repeatedly avoided some questions. Once home, she finally confronted my Mom about our discussion at the dinner. Her Mom reversed the question making her jump in surprise. She asked me if I noticed what was under the Saki blouse. It took me a few seconds of thinking about it when it dawned on me that it was ropes.
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Night of the Living Sex Toys
Sex Toys come to life and ravish their owners
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I want to get married. Shall we begin with sex?
Everyone feared Demon King Rejina. She was the bane of all women, and her story was incomprehensible. While Living a typical Village girl A life in her village, suddenly everyone in the village inexplicably got married at the same time leaving her as the only single dog. Out of anger and jealousy, she traveled to the next village looking for her husband. "I want a rich husband!" So she fucked the richest man in the village was disappointed when she found out how many mistresses he had, and after beating them up, she traveled to the next village. "I want a handsome husband!" So she fucked the villages most handsome man, but that man had a stalker who ended up accidentally drugging the handsome man with a that makes it impossible to get it up. So Rejina left to the next village. She continued to travel village to village having sex with every many men: old, young, mature, girly, horny, and many more. After the sex, something would go wrong, and her adventure moved onwards. Finally, at the end of the world, she found the village with the hero and thought she found the one. Unfortunately, after a full nights worth of sex, she ended up crippling the hero with her sex drive. So she then challenged the demon king Seig in the hero's place. After an intense fight in which Rejina left unscathed, Seig was defeated with Rejina's maiden punch skill and the mighty powers she unlocked through the battle. Afterward, Rejina was riding his cock all night long till he was also crippled just like the hero. Upset about her failed adventure, Rejina decided to become the demon king so she could find her husband. Soon afterward, men from around the world went missing, and she became the bane of all women. (The MC Rejina is based on the game "I want to get married, let's begin with sex," Which is a short RPGM game. I thought It would be funny to continue the story after I finished it. btw this is my first story so please forgive me for any mistakes. Below is a link to where you can download the game for free. https://f95zone.to/threads/i-want-to-get-married-shall-we-begin-with-sex-v1-0-mugcat.36299/
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Mass Effect: Direct Control
The beautiful women of the Mass Effect series are dominated by forces who seek to own their minds and bodies. They cannot resist. They can only submit, and obey.
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Sakura Haruno: Slutty, Competent Ninja
This story follows Sakura Haruno. While Naruto was off training with Jiraiya, Sakura learned a few things about herself. Mainly that she doesn't need Sasuke, she still would like to save her friend and comrade, but she no longer sees him as her old school girl crush. As she matured, she started seeing other boys and a few girls, and after having a sexual awakening discovered that she rather enjoyed sex. She gets along with her sexual partners but believes she is too young and could be killed in action at any time as a ninja to have any commitments, so she decides to sleep around and have fun. She decides she will not worry about settling down until later in life, if she ever wants to. Maybe she never will. But she had decided to focus on her ninja career and fool around with whoever she wanted when she had the chance. Soon Naruto will be returning; she can't wait to see how he has matured since she last saw him and is looking forward to showing him how much she has. Disclaimer: This is set in a world where Naruto and his classmates were all at least 16 when they entered the chunin exams. So three years after Sasuke left, everyone was at least 19. Also, I have published this story on other websites under the same user name.