At first it scares you. You see a face over your shoulder in the mirror but when you turn around, no one is there. You see the shadow of someone standing outside your shower but when you shriek and pull the curtain back, the room is empty.

The third time it happens you swear you hear a low chuckle. Someone entertained by your fear.

Soon you start to feel it touch you. It's subtle at first: a palm sliding across your ass as you lean over the sink. Fingers playing with your hair as you brush your teeth. You think you're imagining it.

The unmistakable feeling of being watched taunts you as you shower. You often feel a cool gust of air over your chest, keeping your nipples tight and sensitive.

There is no denying it when they finally join you in the shower. Cold, invisible hands run over your body, making you gasp and shiver. They slide down and you spread your legs without thinking. The fingers don't hesitate to slip inside of you.

You blinked, trying to remember… you – this hadn’t always been like this – right? Your mind was crumbling. “You just like doing what I tell you. It feels nice, doesn’t it?” It… It did. Where had your righteous indignation gone? “It feels so wonderful to let me decide things for you.”

You couldn’t get their voice out of your head. You couldn’t resist the feeling of bliss that was flowing through you. “So of course you give in. Of course, you accept my choices. Like what clothes to wear. When to work out. What to eat.” That made sense. Of course you accepted.

Your resistance had crumbled. You didn’t remember why you had been resisting your hypnotist. That was so silly. “You just surrender and accept my words.” Your head felt so heavy. Like their hands were the only thing holding you up. “Like you’re doing right now.”

They smiled, and you felt your brain grow fuzzier. Hazier. “You’re not brainwashed, toy. No. You’re far beyond that. You’re owned. You’re all mine.” A small flicker of that resistance sparked again. But it wasn’t enough, you sank back down. “Doesn’t that feel good?”

After a few moments trying to think, you nodded. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. Oh, I guess I told a lie, I had been brainwashing you. Back when you needed brainwashing. Now I don’t need to. You already do whatever I tell you. Because you’re such a good plaything, aren’t you?”

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Taking off her cute little panties, noticing how wet they are.

Realizing the little whore wanted her daddy to rape her all along.

he starts sleepily grabbing my tits, groping and squeezing. pulling me close and pushing me into his armpit, just making me get closer. becoming groggily aware and saying "cum for me, sis".

she scoops me right up; legs hanging over her arms as she holds me up by my back. i lay there limp in her arms while she slowly lowers me onto her massive gock, raping my little cunt while im sleepy and compliant, looking up at her so sweetly and confused through barely-open eyes.

"mommy~... mama no"

"Daddy!" I cry. "Do you wanna play dolls with me?"

"I have a different game in mind," you tell me softly.

"Oh yay!" I say.

You lay me down on my bed, and tell me to pull my panties down. You pull them the rest of the way off of me.

"What game are we playing?" I ask innocently.

"Daddy's going to touch you and you're going to tell him how you feel," you say.

"Touch me where?" I ask. I've never played a game like this before.

You put your hand on my leg, and then you move it slowly upwards.

"I'm going to touch you like this," you say, running your fingers over my clit and watching me shiver.

"Feels good," I say softly.