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We are coming up on around one year since we realized we had been programmed. One year since we made this, our first art piece to cope with the memories. Perhaps now, we can share it.
Pearl hypnotizes Scott and put a trigger word in him
So Scott will act normally most of the time, but when Pearl says the trigger word, he'll change
He'll start begging for pearl, telling her how much he loves her, asking to be used, to be nothing but her plaything, calling her mommy, and Pearl loves it, love this Scott more than the normal one
Maybe sometimes when raping him, Pearl would say the trigger word, bringing back Scott to normal with no memories of what happens, and horrified that he's being raped
He'll struggle and fight back, but then Pearl says the trigger word again, and he'll become submissive and call her mommy again
I love hypnosis so much, it's perfect for non-con imo -🐍
A/N: I loved this prompt so so so much! It took a bit too get to simply because I wanted to do it as much justice as I could! If you can't tell, hypnokink is my #1 kink! :D
“There goes the girl without a soulmate.”
“So tragic, left alone.”
First, it was the quiet despair, the gnawing loneliness.
Then, it blossomed into a desperate hunger for connection, twisted by the unique rules of their reality. If Scott wouldn’t choose her, if the system had doomed her to this pathetic, singular existence, then she would take away his ability to choose. She would make him see, make him feel the tether that bound them. She would force him into the intimacy the server demanded, the intimacy she craved.
Her eyes, once hopeful, now held the glint of obsession. She started watching Scott, learning his routines, his vulnerabilities.
Eventually, she found her solution: Hypnosis. Not the stage tricks, but a deep, insidious penetration of the psyche, a re-sculpting of the will. She could fix him.
It took weeks of practice, perfecting the subtle gestures, the cadence of her voice, the focused intent. She stalked Scott, waiting for the perfect moment. It came one evening, after a particularly brutal skirmish with a horde of zombies. Scott, battered and weary, had retreated to a secluded cave to tend his wounds. He was alone, vulnerable, and his guard was down.
Pearl approached, her face a mask of concern. “Scott? Are you okay? The fight felt rough.”
He looked up, surprised, but not alarmed at her presence. He'd taken quite a bit of damage, after all, it was only natural she came looking. “Pearl? Yeah, just a bit banged up, sorry about that. Mob got a lucky hit.”
“Let me help,” she murmured, her voice soft, hypnotic. “Relax, Scott. Just… breathe.”
Her fingers brushed his temples, her touch light as a feather as she whispered, “You’re tired. So tired. Just let go, Scott... Let me guide you.”
Scott’s eyelids drooped, his pupils dilated, his breathing slowed as he stared at her dazedly, “I… Pearl? What are you…?”
“Shh. Quiet now. Listen to my voice. Let it fill you, soothe you.” Her words dripped like honey, coating his mind in a warm, syrupy haze. “Close your eyes, Scott. That’s it. Now, just… follow my voice.”
Slowly, Scott’s head tilted back, his jaw slack, his body loose and pliable. “Good,” she purred, her lips almost touching his ear. “You’re mine now, Scott. My sweet boy, so loyal, so loving.”
A soft moan escaped his lips as his consciousness receded, leaving him open, vulnerable. “Yes, Scott,” Pearl breathed. “That’s it… Just like that… You’re doing so well.”
She took her time, savoring the power coursing through her. This was how it should be- him, pliant and eager; her, in control, desired. “You’ll crave my touch, Scott. Hunger for it. You’ll follow me anywhere, do anything I ask.”
As she wove her web of suggestion, her fingers traced the curve of his jaw, the pulse at his neck. Scott’s breath hitched, but he didn’t pull away, couldn’t, locked as he was in her trance.
“You’ll need me, Scott. More than food, more than water. Without me, you’ll wither away, lost and desperate.” Her voice was velvet, her gaze predatory. “And when I say… ‘Binkie’… you’ll fall to your knees and worship me.”
He was her puppet now, strings firmly in her grasp. She pulled back, a triumphant smile playing on her lips as Scott stirred, blinked, confused. “Wha… Pearl? Did I… fall asleep?”
“You passed out,” she cooed, “Must've been more injured than you thought. Come on, let’s get you patched up properly.”
As they walked, her hand possessively on his arm, a thrill of anticipation coursed through her. The game had begun, and soon, oh so soon, Scott would be hers completely. The thought made her smile.
Finally, she wouldn’t be alone.
In the days that followed, Pearl’s patience was a living thing, coiled tightly in her chest. She waited, watching for the moment, the perfect time to unfurl the trap she had set.
It came on a cold winter evening, when the sky was painted with hues of gold and crimson. Scott had just returned from tending to his ranch's crops, weary but triumphant, Pearl waited at his cottage, her smile warm, inviting. “Welcome back, Scott. I missed you.”
He glanced at her, displeased with her presence, but trying to be polite about it. “Pearl. Wasn’t expecting you.” He was still on his porch, the door open, as he took off his jacket and muddy shoes.
“You look tired,” she said, her voice tinged with concern. “You should come to my tower. Let me take care of you.”
"I'm fine on my own, actually, thanks." His hand was on the door, seconds away from closing (and probably locking) it, when...
“Binkie,” she whispered, her lips barely moving.
And just like that, the world shifted. Scott froze, his back stiffening, a shudder running through his frame. Slowly, he turned, his eyes unfocused, his breath coming in shallow gasps. “Pearl?” he whispered, his voice thick with longing.
“Yes, baby,” she purred. “It’s me.”
He moved towards her, his steps almost jerky, as if fighting against his own body. But Pearl knew better. He wasn’t fighting; he was eager, desperate for her touch.
“You’re mine,” she breathed, her fingers tangling in his hair. “All mine.”
“Y-yours,” he murmured, his lips brushing her neck, sending shivers down her spine. “Yours, Pearl... 'm all yours-” His hands were everywhere, pulling at her clothes, touching her skin with reverence, desperation.
“Tell me what you need,” she commanded, her voice husky with desire.
“You,” he gasped, his fingers fumbling with the clasp of her bra. "I need you to fuck me, Mommy, p-please, I need you in me-"
She cooed, her lips tracing his jaw. “Good thing I can help with that, hm?"
They stumbled backwards, their bodies entwined, until Pearl felt the wall against her back. Scott pressed against her, his mouth hot on her neck, his hands roaming, needy. "P-Pearl... oh, fuck, I need, I-I need to fuck you-"
A shiver ran through her at his words, at the raw hunger in his voice. “Yes,” she grinned, her fingers digging into his shoulders. “You do. And you’re going to worship me while you do it, aren’t you, Scotty?”
“Y-yes, Mommy,” he moaned, his hips grinding against hers. “I-I love you, so much, please, please, let me show you, mgh, please… please let me…”
His words dissolved into incoherent sounds as she pushed him away slightly, her hands working to free herself from the confines of her clothes. Scott watched, transfixed, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
When she was naked, she pushed him to his knees, her fingers threaded through his hair. “Show me how much you love me, starlight,” she whispered, guiding his mouth to her breast.
He suckled her eagerly, his tongue laving over her nipple, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin. Pearl arched against him, her fingers tightening in his hair as pleasure coursed through her.
“Good boy,” she panted, her other hand cupping his cheek. “Such a good boy for Mommy. Such a good plaything. A good soulmate. A good slut.”
Scott moaned against her skin, his hips rutting against her leg, his need palpable. She felt his hands on her thighs, pushing them apart, his mouth trailing lower.
“Yes,” she gasped, her head falling back against the wall. “Yes, good, God…”
He didn’t need further encouragement. His tongue found her core, lapping at her wetness, sending jolts of pleasure through her body. Pearl cried out, her fingers tugging at his hair as she ground against his face.
“That’s it,” she moaned. “Right there, Scottsie. Oh, God, yes!”
Scott was relentless, his tongue and fingers working her towards the precipice. Pearl rode the waves of pleasure, her body taut with need.
“I’m so close,” she whimpered, her hips moving frantically against his mouth. “Make me come, baby. Make me come!”
He redoubled his efforts, his fingers pushing inside her, curling against that sweet spot as his tongue worked her clit. Pearl screamed, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave. She shuddered against the wall, her legs trembling as Scott continued to lap at her, drawing out every last drop of pleasure.
When she finally stilled, she looked down at him, his face glistening with her juices, his eyes wild with desire. “Good boy,” she whispered, pulling him up by his hair. “Such a good boy..."
Scott whimpered, his body shaking with need. “Please… I’ll do anything… use me, fuck me, I'm your little slut, your baby, I need to be filled, I need you, please, I need you in me, now-"
“Don't worry, baby,” Pearl purred, bending him over. “Mommy’s going to give you exactly what you need.”
Scott moaned, pushing back against her hand as she teased his entrance.
“Please,” he whimpered. “More, M-mommy, please…”
She obliged, pushing one finger inside him, then another, stretching him, preparing him. Scott writhed against her, his hips bucking as he sought more.
“Greedy boy,” Pearl chided, her free hand smacking his ass. “Mommy likes how eager you are for her~"
Scott moaned at the praise, his body shivering with anticipation. Pearl removed her fingers, positioning herself behind him. She rubbed the head of her cock against his entrance, teasing him, making him beg for it.
“Come for Mommy,” Pearl growled, her own release crashing over her at the sight alone. “Come now."
Scott didn’t need any more encouragement. With a strangled cry, he came, his seed shooting out, his body convulsing with pleasure. Pearl rode out her own orgasm, her hips jerking as she filled Scott with her cum.
They collapsed together, their breathing ragged, their bodies slick with sweat and cum. Pearl wrapped her arms around Scott, pulling him close.
“Good boy,” she whispered, pressing a kiss to his temple. “You did so well, baby. I’m so proud of you.”
Scott mumbled something indechiperable, his body limp in her arms. Pearl smiled, a sense of satisfaction washing over her. She had done it. She had claimed Scott as her own, bound him to her in the most intimate way possible. No longer was she alone. She had her soulmate, her plaything, her baby.
And nothing would ever take that away. Not even Scott himself.
The first time Pearl used the hypnosis, it was a heady rush, a power unlike anything she had ever known. But as the days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months, it became routine, almost mundane.
She’d say the word, and Scott would fall into her arms, eager to please, desperate for her approval. It was intoxicating at first, but the novelty began to wear off, replaced by a gnawing dissatisfaction. She wanted more than just mindless obedience; she wanted Scott to choose her, to love her of his own free will.
She wanted him to crave her, to need her without the crutch of her commands. And so, she began to experiment, pushing the boundaries of what she could do, what she could make Scott feel.
She watched him, her gaze hungry as she traced a finger down his chest. “Do you love me, Scott?” she asked, her voice low, almost a purr.
“Yes, Pearl,” he murmured, his eyes glazed with adoration. “More than anything."
She smiled, but there was an edge to it, a frustration she couldn’t quite hide. “Do you mean it?” she pressed.
“Of course!"
Pearl sighed, frustration blooming in her chest. “But what if you could choose?”
“Choose?” Scott repeated, his voice strained, confused. “I… I don’t want to choose. I just want you, Pearl. Only you. I need you. Just you. I love you-”
She sat up, pulling away from him. “-You don’t even know what love is, do you? You just do what I tell you, like a good little puppet.”
Scott reached for her, his eyes wide with fear. “P-Pearl, please,” he begged. “I love you. I do! I-I need you... please, please don’t leave me-”
“I’m not leaving,” Pearl bit out with a sigh, pushing him away. “But I need more, Scott. More than this… this shell of a relationship. I want you to love me for real."
Scott shook his head, tears welling in his eyes. “I do love you, Pearl! Please believe me, Pearlie... I-I love you more than anything!"
“But would you love me without the hypnosis?” Pearl demanded, her voice rising. “Without me controlling you?”
“I…” Scott’s voice broke, his eyes pleading.
She stood up, glaring down at him. “You’re pathetic,” she spat. “A weak, useless little boy. No wonder I have to control you. You can’t even answer a simple question without me telling you what to say!”
“Mommy, please…” Scott whimpered, reaching for her, trying to satiate her by undoing her bra. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you. Please, let me make it up to you…”
“Shut up,” Pearl snapped, turning away from him and yanking herself back. She paced the room, her mind racing. This wasn’t working. She needed something more, something that would force Scott to face his true feelings.
And then, like a bolt of lightning, it struck her.
She spun back to face Scott, a cruel smile playing on her lips. “Scott, baby,” she crooned, her voice dripping with false sweetness. “I have an idea. Let’s play a game, shall we?”
She pushed him back onto the bed, her body covering his. Scott’s breath hitched as she kissed him, her tongue invading his mouth, her teeth nipping at his lips.
“Mommy,” he moaned against her mouth. “G-god, Pearl, I love you…”
“I know you do, Scott,” Pearl cooed, her hands roaming his body. “Now, let’s see how much.”
She took him then, her body moving against his in a rhythm as old as time itself. Scott arched beneath her, his fingers digging into her back as he met her thrust for thrust.
he gasped. “Oh, God, yes! please, please, I-I need you to ride my s-small cock, Mommy…”
Pearl rode him hard, her pleasure building with each thrust. But even as she neared her peak, frustration simmered beneath the surface. This wasn’t enough. She needed more. She needed to break him, to remake him in her image.
“Scott,” she panted, her voice husky. “I want to try something new. Something that will show me just how much you love me.”
Scott’s eyes fluttered open, his gaze clouded with lust. “Anything, Mommy,” he whispered. “A-anything for you- everything for you-"
“I know,” Pearl murmured, pressing a kiss to his chest. “And that’s why I know you’ll love this."
Scott nodded, his trust in her absolute. Pearl smiled, her heart pounding with anticipation. She pushed a finger inside him, watching as his body tensed, then relaxed.
Pearl stretched him slowly, watching his expressions, reveling in his responses.
“Does that feel good, baby?” she asked, her thumb circling his rim.
Scott moaned, his hips moving against her hand. “Y-yes, yes! Yes, Mommy,” he breathed. “S-so... so good…”
“Good,” Pearl purred. “Because now, it’s going to get even better.”
She moved her mouth to his ear, and whispered, "Binkie."
Scott’s eyes snapped open, confusion and fear etched on his face. “Wha… what’s going on?” he stammered, his gaze darting around the room. “Why… why am I naked?”
“You’re naked because we’re about to make love, silly,” Pearl purred, trailing a finger down his chest.
Scott’s eyes widened in horror before he began struggling against her. “Get off me! What the fuck is going on?”
Pearl’s smile never faltered. “But baby,” she cooed. “You love me. Don’t you remember?”
“No?!” Scott shouted, pushing at her. “I do not love you! Get off me!”
“But you do,” Pearl insisted, her grip on him tightening. “You’ve told me so many times. You want me, need me. Don’t fight it, Scott."
“N-no-” Scott screamed, his fear and confusion palpable. “This isn’t… this isn’t real, this can't be real-"
“Oh, but it is,” Pearl murmured, her lips brushing against his ear. “And soon, you’ll remember. You’ll remember how much you love me, how much you need me.”
Scott’s struggles grew more frantic, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Pearl watched him, her smile never wavering.
“Binkie,” she said.
And just like that, Scott’s struggles ceased. His body relaxed beneath hers, his eyes once again glazed with adoration.
“M-mommy-" he moaned, his hands reaching for her.
“There we go. Remember now?" Pearl purred, leaning down to kiss him. “After all, you love me so much, don’t you, baby?”
Scott nodded eagerly. “Yes, yes, Mommy. I-I love you so much. I need you, fuck me, please, God, fuck me, I need your pussy-"
Pearl smiled, a sense of triumph flooding her. This was it, the proof she needed. Scott loved her, wanted her, even without the hypnosis. He could've stopped her if he really wanted to, but he didn't. It was there, buried deep inside him, waiting to be coaxed out.
“Good boy,” she murmured, trailing kisses down his neck. “Such a good, loving boy. Now, let’s show me just how much you love me, hm?"
Scott had a horrible nightmare last night that he'd been getting raped by Pearl. It felt so real, so vivid, his backside even hurt in the morning as if he had been fucked, despite having not had sex in well over a year.
It was stupid to hold a grudge over a dream, to resent her for something Pearl hadn't even actually done, especially when she'd done plenty in real life to earn that resentment instead, and yet... the way Pearl started looking at him after that nightmare always made his skin crawl.
It didn't help that the nightmare started becoming reoccurring afterwards, too.
He could only hope the nightmare would stop once the game ended.
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