Victor had always been a nobody—a mid-level accountant in a dead-end job, overlooked by women who saw him as forgettable. That changed on a rainy Tuesday when he wandered into the dusty occult shop on the edge of town. The old proprietor, eyes gleaming with otherworldly knowledge, handed him the Ero-Book without a word, as if it had chosen Victor. Back in his cramped apartment, he cracked it open, the leather binding warm against his palms. Symbols writhed on the pages, and a voice echoed in his skull: 'Wield me, and bend the world to your cock.' Skeptical at first, Victor traced the first rune, muttering the incantation. A surge of power coursed through him, like electricity igniting his veins. He tested it on his reflection, commanding himself to feel invincible. It worked. Grinning, he targeted the women in his orbit, rewriting the fabric of their reality.
The spell rippled outward, subtle at first. Social norms shifted overnight: women now deferred to him instinctively, their minds laced with an undercurrent of submission. Elena, his nosy neighbor with her sharp tongue and voluptuous figure, felt it hardest. She'd banged on his door that morning over some trivial noise complaint, but now, as evening fell, she returned with a flush on her cheeks. Victor opened the door, and her hazel eyes locked onto his, pupils widening. 'Victor... I feel strange. Like I need to... obey you.' He stepped aside, letting her in, the air thick with anticipation.
He didn't rush. Foreplay was key to savoring the hypnosis. 'Strip for me, Elena,' he said, his voice low and authoritative. Her hands trembled as she peeled off her blouse, revealing full breasts straining against a black bra. She unhooked it, letting them bounce free, nipples already hardening in the cool air. 'Good slut. Now the pants.' She shimmied out of her jeans, exposing lacy panties soaked through. Victor circled her, trailing a finger along her spine, making her shiver. 'You've always been a bitch to me, haven't you? But now, you're my property. Say it.' 'I'm your property, Victor,' she whispered, voice husky. He pressed against her back, his hardening cock grinding into her ass through his clothes. His hands roamed up to cup her tits, pinching the nipples until she gasped. 'Beg me to hypnotize you, to turn you into my mindless slave.' 'Please, hypnotize me... make me your slave,' she moaned, arching into his touch.
He snapped his fingers, and the spell deepened. Her eyes glazed over, body going limp as he guided her to her knees. 'Suck my cock like the whore you are.' She unzipped him eagerly, pulling out his thick shaft and wrapping her lips around the head. Her tongue swirled over the tip, tasting the precum, before she took him deeper, cheeks hollowing as she bobbed. Victor tangled his fingers in her dark hair, guiding her rhythm. 'That's it, choke on it. You're nothing without my dick in your mouth.' She gurgled, saliva coating his length as she deepthroated him, her free hand slipping between her legs to rub her clit. He pulled her off just before cumming, smearing the tip across her lips. 'Not yet. Lick my balls first.' She obeyed, sucking each one into her mouth, tongue laving the sensitive skin while he stroked himself. The foreplay built his arousal to a fever pitch. Finally, he shoved back into her throat, fucking her face with short, brutal thrusts. 'Swallow every drop, slave.' His balls tightened, and he erupted, hot cum flooding her mouth. She gulped it down, eyes vacant and adoring.
Emboldened, Victor turned to Mia, the bubbly barista who'd always flashed him polite smiles but nothing more. The rewritten norms hit her during her shift; she spilled a latte while staring at his photo on her phone, mind fogging with inexplicable lust. By closing time, she drove to his place, knocking softly in her uniform skirt and blouse. 'Master... I couldn't stop thinking about you. Use my body.' Victor pulled her inside, slamming the door. 'Show me how desperate you are.'
He made her wait, teasing her submission. 'On your back, legs spread.' She lay on the rug, hiking up her skirt to reveal no panties, her shaved pussy glistening. Victor knelt between her thighs, blowing cool air over her folds. She whimpered, hips bucking. 'Tell me what you want, little slut.' 'I want you to own me, to fuck me senseless,' she panted. His fingers traced her inner thighs, inching closer but not touching her core. 'Beg louder.' 'Please, Master, finger my wet cunt! Make me yours!' He chuckled, finally sliding two fingers inside her slick heat, curling them to hit her G-spot. She cried out, walls clenching as he pumped slowly, thumb circling her clit. 'You're dripping for me already. Hypnotize yourself into my toy.' Her eyes rolled back as the spell took hold mid-moan, body arching in trance.
With her mind broken, Victor stripped her fully, sucking on her perky tits while his fingers worked her pussy. 'These nipples are mine to bite.' He nipped one, making her yelp, then soothed it with his tongue. She clawed at his shoulders, lost in obedience. 'Now ride my face.' He lay back, pulling her onto him. Her juices smeared his chin as she ground down, his tongue plunging into her folds, lapping at her entrance before flicking her clit. 'Taste so fucking good, slave. Cum on my mouth.' She shattered, squirting lightly onto his tongue, body shaking. Victor flipped her onto all fours, aligning his cock with her entrance. 'Time to claim this pussy.' He thrust in slowly at first, savoring her tightness, then built to a pounding rhythm. 'Take it all, you worthless hole.' Her ass jiggled with each slap, and she pushed back, moaning, 'Yes, fuck your slave harder!' He gripped her hips, slamming deep until he filled her with cum, pulling out to watch it drip from her stretched lips.
Sophia, his ex, was the ultimate conquest. They'd broken up because she craved excitement he couldn't provide, but the Ero-Book erased that history. She called him at midnight, voice breathy: 'Victor, come over. I need you to control me.' He arrived at her condo to find her in a silk robe, barely tied. The air hummed with magic as he entered. 'You've been fighting this, but now you'll break.'
Foreplay stretched luxuriously here, heightening the degradation. He pushed her against the wall, kissing her neck while his hand slipped under the robe to tease her breasts. 'These tits were always too good for anyone else. Pinch them for me.' She did, gasping as he watched. 'Now, finger your pussy and tell me how much you hate being free.' 'I hate it... I need to be your slave,' she admitted, digits sliding in and out, coating her thighs. Victor dropped to his knees, spreading her legs to bury his face in her crotch. His tongue traced her slit, dipping inside before sucking her clit hard. She threaded fingers through his hair, grinding against him. 'Oh god, Master, eat my cunt like you own it.' He added fingers, stretching her while his mouth worked relentlessly. 'Cum for your owner.' She exploded, thighs clamping his head as waves crashed over her.
Hypnosis sealed it with a word: 'Submit.' Her body slumped, eyes empty. Victor bent her over the kitchen counter, spanking her ass until it glowed red. 'This hole is mine now.' He rubbed his cock along her crack, teasing her entrances without entering. 'Beg for my dick in your ass.' 'Please, fuck my tight ass, make me your anal whore!' He lubed with her juices, pushing in inch by inch, groaning at the grip. She pushed back, taking him fully, and he started thrusting, one hand reaching around to rub her pussy. 'Feel that? You're stuffed like the slut you are.' Her moans filled the room as he alternated speeds, building her to another orgasm. Finally, he pulled out and spun her, shoving into her mouth for the finish. 'Drink my load.' Cum spurted across her tongue, and she swallowed, licking him clean.
Weeks passed, Victor's harem growing as the book's power expanded. He wove spells to draw in more women—a coworker, a jogger from the park—but Elena, Mia, and Sophia remained his core slaves. Plotting deeper control, he gathered them in his living room, now furnished like a dungeon with chains and cushions. 'Kneel, my pets.' They dropped, naked and collared, eyes vacant. He chanted the dehumanization rite, and their postures shifted—crawling low, mouths open in perpetual invitation. No words unless commanded; they were objects now.
Testing the new dynamic, Victor selected Elena first. 'Crawl to me and worship my feet.' She slithered over, tongue darting out to lick his toes, sucking each one while he watched. 'Good urinal in training. Now, up—spread your cheeks.' He fingered her ass, probing deep, making her quiver. Mia joined, nuzzling his thigh, and he had her lick Elena's pussy from below, tongues tangling in a messy display. 'Lick her clean, slave. Taste how wet my control makes you.' Sophia waited patiently until he beckoned her to suck his cock, her lips enveloping him while the others serviced each other under his orders.
The plot thickened when Victor uncovered a warning in the book: overuse could summon the demon binder, but power corrupted him further. He ignored it, delving into the urinal chapter. The incantation filled the air with brimstone, transforming them one by one. Elena changed first, her mouth reshaping slightly, throat accommodating liquids without gag. He led her to the bathroom, positioning her on knees before a enchanted basin. 'Open for your master's piss.' She tilted her head, lips forming a perfect seal. Victor aimed, releasing a hot stream into her mouth. It filled her cheeks; she swallowed steadily, not a drop wasted. 'Drink it all, you filthy toilet.' Aroused by her blank obedience, he hardened again. 'Now, suck while I fuck your piss-filled throat.' His cock plunged in, the warmth and wetness exquisite as he thrust, balls tapping her chin. 'Choke on my cum, urinal.' He unloaded, mixing seed with urine remnants, watching her gulp.
Mia's turn came in the bedroom. The spell locked her head in a wall-mounted brace, mouth agape like a fixture. Victor approached, stroking himself. 'Ready for use?' He pissed first, stream hitting her tongue and cascading down. She drank mechanically, body still. 'Perfect little drain.' Foreplay followed: he teased her exposed nipples, twisting them until they peaked, then fingered her pussy from behind the wall, making her drip. 'Wet from being my toilet? Slut.' Finally, he face-fucked her, cock sliding past the urine slickness, pounding until cum burst forth, filling her to overflowing.
Sophia's transformation was the pinnacle, combining urinal with stuck-in-wall. He created a rift in his hallway wall, embedding her: head and upper body on the entrance side, lower half on the bedroom side. Her mouth hung open, pussy and ass presented invitingly. Victor started at her face. 'Piss time, whore.' He unleashed into her maw, urine bubbling as she swallowed, excess trickling over her tits. 'Look at you, glazed like a cum dumpster.' He smeared it around her breasts, pinching nipples roughly. Switching sides, he spread her cheeks, pissing over her holes, watching it soak her skin. 'Now, beg through the wall.' Muffled, she pleaded, 'Use my holes, Master!'
Foreplay intensified the use. On her ass side, he licked her pussy, tongue delving deep, tasting her arousal mixed with urine. Fingers probed her ass, stretching it. 'Tight back here—gonna ruin it.' She moaned incoherently. He rubbed his cock along her slit, dipping the head in but pulling out, teasing. 'Want it? Say you're my wall-mounted fucktoy.' Her voice echoed faintly, 'I'm your fucktoy!' Satisfied, he slammed into her pussy, hips slapping her cheeks. 'Take every inch, slave.' He fingered her ass simultaneously, building her to squirt around him. Pulling out, he switched to her rear, thrusting deep into the clenching ring. 'Ass so greedy for cock.' Cum filled her bowels, leaking out.
For the mouth, he returned to the front, shoving in past her lips. 'Suck while I piss a little more.' A short stream hit her throat mid-thrust, heightening the filth. He fucked her face, bulging her cheeks, then erupted, pulling back to paint her features white. 'Marked as mine.'
Victor's empire solidified. He expanded the plot, using the book to hypnotize a new target—his boss, a stern executive named Lara—turning his workplace into a den of submission. But the core three remained his favorites, their bodies tireless under the spells. Lounging amid their moans, Victor flipped the pages, eyes gleaming. The demon's whisper grew louder, but so did his hunger. The world awaited reshaping, one degraded slave at a time.