Chapter 1: Awakening and Suspicions
The sun gently pierced through the thick curtains, bathing the large room in golden light. The participants, emerging from a deep sleep, woke up gradually, disoriented and slightly troubled. The spacious living room they found themselves in was decorated in a rustic yet cozy style, with large windows overlooking a lush garden. Yet, despite the peaceful atmosphere, there was an underlying tension, something strange lingering in the air.
Melody was the first to get up. Her feet touched the cool wooden floor as she walked towards a large window. Outside, she saw no sign of human life, just an immense garden stretching out under a cloudless sky. She frowned, trying to recall what had brought her here. Beside her, Adrien, her partner, was still sleeping deeply. Melody watched him for a moment, pensive, before looking away.
In the next room, Lily, always full of energy, woke up suddenly. Her blonde hair was messy, and her curious eyes immediately scanned her surroundings. “Where are we?” she murmured to herself. Her gaze passed over the large wooden table in the center of the living room, the chairs arranged around the room, and she felt a slight anxiety rising in her.
Elizabeth, her older sister though younger than Melody, woke up as well. Unlike Lily, she was more composed. With a graceful motion, she sat up, always mindful of maintaining a certain elegance.
Elizabeth stood up elegantly. Ever mindful of her appearance, she adjusted her hair before casting a glance at the others.
“This isn’t a hotel; this is our home,” she commented calmly, though a growing concern was evident on her face.
“Wait...” Melody murmured, turning to Isa with a confused expression. “This is… our home, right?”
Lily looked at the curtains, the walls, the furniture. “It’s a perfect copy. Even the table...”
Isa nodded. “This is our house, yes. An exact replica. They’ve recreated everything.”
Isa observed everything from afar. Her sharp gaze swept the room and her daughters, looking for signs of calm. Melody, who had moved closer to her, sat beside her. Isa placed a reassuring hand on her eldest daughter’s shoulder, as if to soothe her worries.
“It’s going to be okay, darling,” Isa murmured, her soft words contrasting with the turmoil in her thoughts.
Melody nodded, though she wasn’t convinced. Her bond with her mother offered some comfort, but the stress of this unknown situation gnawed at her.
On the other side of the room, the men were also waking up. Nate, his face cold, was the first to rise. It had been three years since he’d last seen Melody or her family. He glanced around quickly, his mind already working to assess the situation. To him, this all felt like a carefully orchestrated experiment, though the purpose remained unclear.
Florian, still clumsy and slightly disconnected, stretched with a yawn. He seemed more relaxed than the others, but his mind was already calculating how to take advantage of the situation. Adrien, on the other hand, got up nonchalantly, giving Melody a sleepy smile.
“Beautiful day, huh?” he said while rubbing his eyes, seemingly oblivious to the strangeness of the situation.
Melody gave him a weak smile, but the worry still lingered in her eyes.
Nate, however, watched Adrien with a certain suspicion. Their relationship had always been strained. He never understood what Melody saw in this eccentric man who often seemed disconnected from reality. His irritation toward him was clear, and it wasn’t going to improve here.
“Still lost in your own world, I see,” Nate said with a sarcastic smile, making Adrien jump.
Adrien shrugged, unfazed. “Let’s just say I prefer staying calm,” he replied, flashing a grin, but Nate looked away, annoyed.
Elizabeth, observing Nate, spoke up: “Nate... It’s been a while.”
Nate turned to her, offering a polite but distant smile. “Yes, three years, I believe.”
Lily then approached, her face lighting up with a warm smile. “It’s good to see you again!” she said, leaning in to give Nate a kiss on the cheek.
Florian, who had always had a positive image of his cousin’s ex, added: “Nate, we missed you, man.”
Nate nodded, appreciating the affection, but his thoughts were already focused on what would happen next. He could feel that something larger was at play here. He caught Isa’s gaze, who was watching him from a distance. Unlike the others, Isa had never really liked Nate. Something about his distant and calculating demeanor made her uncomfortable.
Nate began exploring the house, which he hadn’t seen in years. At the entrance, the first thing he noticed was the open space of the living and dining room. The living area, on the left, was warm and inviting, while on the right, a large wooden table surrounded by benches beckoned him to sit down. Just beside the table, a desk was set up, giving off the impression that someone spent long nights working or thinking there. He recalled Isa’s sleepless nights, isolating herself at her desk. Next to the desk, a door led to the kitchen.
Facing the entrance, two staircases caught his attention: one leading upstairs, the other going down to the basement. As he approached the stairs and turned to the right, he discovered the small, well-placed bathroom he remembered, right beside the staircase going up.
Curious about what the basement held, he went down. There, he found a second, cozier living room, surrounded by three mysterious doors. A quick exploration revealed that one of them led to a special room, which hadn’t been there before and was locked. Another door led to a guest bedroom with a private bathroom, while the last one opened onto an empty cellar, seemingly designed to be secured from the inside.
After coming back up, he took the staircase leading to the upper floor. To the right, Isa’s bedroom opened up, without a door to close it off. He continued his tour, turning toward the room opposite the staircase, Melody and Adrien’s bedroom. He remembered the time when he slept there, and how, due to the thin walls, he sometimes uncomfortably overheard Isa pleasuring herself at night. Moving to the left, he came across Lily’s bedroom, which shared a sliding partition with Elizabeth’s room. The latter was just across from the bathroom and placed before the main bathroom. As he returned to the living room, he heard movement.
“What the hell is this?” Florian asked, breaking the silence from the living room. His eyes scanned the room, looking for answers.
No one responded immediately. Everyone seemed lost in their thoughts, trying to piece together fragments of vague memories. They knew they had agreed to participate in something, but the details were still fuzzy.
Elizabeth crossed her arms and spoke up. “There was a contract. I remember that. A game, an experiment… but nothing concrete.”
Nate nodded, his mind already working. “Yeah, it was vague. Just a game, something unusual, but I can’t recall the specifics.”
Nonetheless, all the participants recognized the house.
At that moment, footsteps were heard coming from the basement, and a man ascended the stairs. This man, who appeared in the middle of the living room, was dressed in a dark suit, with carefully groomed salt-and-pepper hair. His gaze was piercing, and an enigmatic smile played on his lips. He moved with an almost unnerving confidence.
“Hello, everyone,” he said, stepping toward the center of the room. “I’m delighted to see you finally awake. You can call me the Game Master.”
A heavy silence settled, as everyone exchanged wary glances. Isa furrowed her brow while Melody instinctively moved closer to her mother.
“You are here to participate in a game,” the Game Master continued, his voice calm. “A game of seduction, manipulation, and control. Your goal is simple: to seduce, manipulate, and dominate the other participants. At the end of this game, only one of you will be the winner. The one who succeeds in controlling the most participants will win 100 million euros.”
Isa took a deep breath, then asked, her tone measured but firm: “And what are the exact rules?”
The Game Master’s smile widened. “Excellent question. The first rule is simple: you can no longer masturbate. As of now, that ability is taken from you. There’s no way around it. You will have to find other means to... manage your desires.”
A stunned silence followed this declaration. Melody, incredulous, shook her head. “Excuse me?”
The Game Master continued, unfazed. “Every day, you will compete in games. These games will offer you privileges and powers, including the ability to access information files on your competitors. These files contain valuable information: sexual tendencies, fetishes, and other useful details to help you... seduce your targets.”
He scanned the room before continuing. “Some games will also allow you to subject a participant to hypnosis. Hypnosis is a subtle process, never immediate. It will gradually weaken your target’s mind.”
Nate squinted, his tone becoming cold: “And if we refuse to play?”
The Game Master didn’t lose his smile. “Refusing isn’t an option. You’re all here for a reason. And trust me, you will play. Those who refuse won’t even know when they’re being manipulated.”
Isa, her face closed off, gently squeezed Melody’s shoulder, pulling her closer. The tension in the room was palpable. None of them fully understood what they had gotten into, but one thing was certain: this game was going far beyond their expectations.
The Game Master let his words hang in the air, surveying each participant with a satisfied expression. Nate crossed his arms, still on the defensive, while Melody, nestled against Isa, looked lost. Florian, on the other hand, seemed almost excited, his eyes gleaming with an odd anticipation of what was to come.
“So,” the Game Master broke the silence, “the first game will begin tonight at 6 p.m. Until then, get familiar with the house and your... competitors.”
He turned to leave, but before disappearing down the stairs, he added with a sly tone, “Good luck to all of you.”
The silence that followed his departure was thick and oppressive. None of the participants seemed to know what to say or how to react. Finally, it was Elizabeth who broke the ice.
“This is completely insane,” she said, nervously running a hand through her hair. “We can’t really believe this hypnosis stuff, can we?”
“Maybe we should,” Lily replied hesitantly. “After all, he mentioned files. Information about us... He could know things.”
Isa stood up slowly, placing a calming hand on Melody’s shoulder before addressing her daughters. “Stay calm, we’ll get through this.” Her tone was firm, but a slight tension could be detected in her voice.
Melody nodded silently, though she remained deeply troubled. She had always had a close relationship with her mother, and the thought of being here, in this situation, troubled her deeply. She didn’t like the idea of being manipulated, much less the thought of her mother being subjected to it. She rested her head on Isa’s shoulder, seeking comfort.
Nate, standing a bit apart from the group, observed the scene with a certain coldness. He had never truly liked Isa, and the distance between them had only grown over the years. Seeing her play the protective mother irritated him, especially in such a tense situation. He approached the group anyway, breaking the bubble of protection the family had formed.
“Well, what now?” he asked with his usual sarcastic tone. “Are we really going to play this thing? You all know this is just a game, right?”
Isa shot him a frosty look. “This isn’t a game to me.” Her voice was sharp, clearly unimpressed with Nate’s attitude.
Nate shrugged. “Doesn’t matter what you think. We don’t have a choice.”
Florian, who hadn’t said much until then, chimed in with a slightly awkward smile. “Well, I say we might as well have a little fun. You know, before things get really weird.”
Elizabeth turned to him, raising an eyebrow. “Fun? Did you hear what he said? Hypnosis, manipulation, all of that? That’s not exactly the kind of fun I had in mind, Florian.”
Florian shrugged, trying to explain himself. “Look, I’m just saying we should stay relaxed. The more we stress, the more vulnerable we’ll be, right?”
Lily, still nervous but trying to ease the atmosphere, attempted a smile. “Florian’s not wrong. If we start panicking, we’ll lose our cool. We might as well try to stay united.”
Isa nodded softly toward her daughters. “Yes, let’s stay together and observe what happens. Don’t let fear divide us.” She cast a brief glance at Nate, who looked away. She didn’t trust him and knew he would be someone to watch closely in this game.
Adrien, who had been silent until now, suddenly stood up with an amused smile. “Well, if we’re stuck here for a while, we might as well deal with it. Anyone want coffee?”
Melody looked at him, surprised by his carefree attitude. She loved his light-hearted nature, but at that moment, she couldn’t help but find it inappropriate.
“Adrien, I don’t think this is the time for that,” she murmured softly.
Nate couldn’t help but smile sarcastically. “Ah, still out of touch, huh, Adrien?”
Adrien simply shrugged with a smile. “Relax, Nate. If we’re really stuck here, we might as well keep our spirits up.”
That remark didn’t help. Nate glared at him, his eyes narrowing. “If you think you can just play the clown and everything will be fine, you’re wrong. This game isn’t funny.”
Isa, sensing the tension rising, stepped in. “That’s enough, Nate. We’re not going to start fighting now. If you really want to win this game, you should start by keeping your cool.”
Nate clenched his jaw but eventually turned away, choosing not to respond. He walked toward a window, staring out at the garden without saying a word, though anger simmered beneath the surface. Watching Adrien stroll around with that carefree attitude drove him crazy. Melody had left him for this man, and three years later, he still didn’t understand why.
The room fell silent again as everyone tried to refocus. The sisters gathered around Isa, seeking comfort and protection from the uncertainty. Florian, standing slightly apart, observed the situation, his mind still focused on the promise of hypnosis and what it could truly mean for them.
After a few moments of silence, Isa stood up, gently squeezing her daughters’ shoulders. “Come on, let’s explore the house. We might as well understand where we are.”
The three sisters nodded, following their mother toward the stairs. Melody cast one last glance at Adrien before quietly murmuring, “Be careful.”
Adrien gave her a soft smile but didn’t respond.
Isa led the group through the house, exploring every corner with a keen eye. When they reached the kitchen, Lily couldn’t help but notice something strange.
“Did you see this?” she asked, pointing to a discreetly hidden camera in the corner. “We’re being filmed.”
Elizabeth furrowed her brow. “Great, it’s really a reality show,” she groaned.
Isa sighed. “Let’s be careful. Everything we do here will be seen.”
“We’re going to stick together,” Isa said firmly, breaking the heavy silence. She gave each of her daughters a reassuring look, conveying strength.
Melody nodded, moving closer instinctively to her mother. She already felt the growing tension in the room, the strange atmosphere weighing on their shoulders. “We’ll get through this… together,” she murmured, trying to convince herself as much as the others.
Lily, though nervous, also nodded. She stood beside her sisters, her gaze moving from one to the other before resting on Isa. “We’ve been through tough times before. This won’t be any different, right?”
Elizabeth, more composed, took a deep breath and crossed her arms. “We stay on guard. That’s all we can do for now.”
Florian, who had been observing the scene without intervening, stepped forward awkwardly. He wanted to support Isa, knowing his clumsy approach might make things more awkward. “I’m with you too. We have to stick together.”
Nate, still standing aside, crossed his arms again, his gaze fixed on Isa with a mixture of defiance and analysis. “Are we really going to play this game of togetherness?” he asked, his tone sarcastic. “Stick together like everything will be fine? This isn’t a family dinner, Isa. This is a game of manipulation, you heard what he said.”
Isa gave him a cold look. “It doesn’t matter what you think, Nate. We don’t need your cynicism. What I know is that if we let ourselves be divided, this game will destroy us.”
Nate chuckled softly but didn’t reply. He knew she was partly right, but he refused to take such a sentimental approach. He had to think of himself first. The only person he could really trust was himself.
Adrien, who had seemed indifferent to the seriousness of the situation until now, suddenly spoke up. “Maybe Nate has a point, but...” He searched for Melody’s gaze, smiling softly. “I think we should at least try not to let panic take over. We’ll see how it goes.”
Melody nodded, her expression a mix of worry and gratitude. “Yes, we can’t lose our cool right from the start.”
The atmosphere in the house grew increasingly oppressive as the hour for the first game approached. Everyone was mentally preparing for the unknown. The minutes seemed to stretch on, and although the layout of the house was familiar, the situation itself made it feel foreign, as if the place had become a disguised prison.
Isa remained focused, watching every detail, every move her daughters made. They had to stay together, strong. Whatever this game was, it wouldn’t break their unity. She had spent her life protecting them, and she had no intention of letting them down now.
“Mom...” Melody broke the silence, still by her side. “Do you really think we’ll have to... manipulate others to win?” Her hands trembled slightly, though her voice remained calm.
Isa placed a reassuring hand on her daughter’s shoulder. “This game is designed to divide us, but as long as we stay together, they can’t break us. Don’t worry, we’ll make it through.”
Melody nodded, absorbing the strength her mother was giving her. She glanced at her sisters, who looked just as lost as she was, but were trying to maintain a confident front. Elizabeth, despite her stiff posture, was scanning every corner with palpable suspicion, while Lily, more nervous, absentmindedly tapped the edge of the table.
Florian, who had timidly approached, listened to the conversation without daring to intervene. He admired Isa’s ability to keep her daughters calm, even though he himself was starting to feel the pressure. But he thought that this game could offer him a chance to prove his worth. And the hypnosis... the thought had been circling his mind since the Game Master’s appearance.
“It’ll be fine, Florian,” Isa said suddenly, surprising him as he jumped slightly. She had noticed his discomfort. “As long as you stay focused.”
Florian gave a nervous smile. “Yes, I... I’ll do my best.”
Nate, who had been observing the scene from a corner of the room, detached himself from the group and approached Adrien. He couldn’t let the others define the rules. They might be in Isa’s house, but he knew he had to play by his own rules.
“You still seem as detached as ever,” Nate said with a mix of irony and challenge. “Do you really think that attitude is going to help you?”
Adrien smiled without losing his apparent calm. “I don’t see what panic would bring me. If everyone starts losing their heads, things will get out of control.”
Nate clenched his teeth. “It’s not about losing your head. It’s about control. You think staying in your little bubble will spare you? They’ll eat you alive, Adrien.”
Adrien shrugged. “We’ll see. For now, I’d rather conserve my energy.”
Nate glared at him for a moment, then shook his head with a sigh of frustration. That kind of attitude drove him mad. Adrien lived in a bubble, as if reality didn’t touch him. Nate was already calculating his next moves, and he knew he would have to push Adrien aside one way or another.
Time passed faster than expected, and soon, a discreet alarm rang through the house. It was time for the first game. Everyone gathered in the living room, the tension at its peak. The Game Master appeared again, still calm and enigmatic.
“It’s time,” he announced with his usual smile. “The first game is about to begin. You will all play for privileges, but more importantly, to avoid defeat. The losers will undergo hypnosis, which will weaken their minds, making them more suggestible for future games. The winner, in addition to this hypnosis, will receive a file.” He paused briefly, making sure his words had their intended effect. “Today’s game is simple: an enhanced version of the popular ‘Werewolf’ game.”
The participants reluctantly took their seats around the large wooden table. Nate, always calculating, sat near Melody and Adrien, casting a wary glance toward Isa. Florian, nervous but excited at the thought of what was to come, sat across from Elizabeth, who was watching the situation with caution.
The Game Master dealt the cards, one to each player, in silence. Each card represented a role: villager, witch, hunter... and of course, werewolf. The exchanged glances were loaded with meaning, as everyone was already trying to guess each other’s roles.
Isa, a natural leader, kept her composure. “Remember,” she murmured to her daughters, “we’re playing together. No matter what happens, we must stay united.”
Silence reigned around the table, heavy with tension. The final round of the game had just ended, and Florian, the last remaining werewolf, had successfully fooled everyone. With a triumphant smile, he had chosen the last villager, sealing their fate. The Game Master observed the scene with visible satisfaction, as if he had anticipated this outcome all along.
Florian, despite his usual clumsiness, savored the moment. He had always been the one everyone underestimated, but today, he had his revenge. His hands trembled slightly from the adrenaline rush. Victory, though it was just a simple role-playing game, had a special flavor for him.
The Game Master rose slowly, his enigmatic smile still fixed on his lips. “Congratulations, Florian,” he said in a calm but subtly malicious tone. “You are our winner tonight. The last werewolf.”
The other participants looked at him in silence, some in disbelief, others with growing suspicion. Isa remained impassive, but her eyes betrayed deep concern. She knew Florian’s victory was just the beginning, and that this game of manipulation would only get more intense.
Nate, sitting across from Florian, felt a wave of frustration wash over him. “Seriously, Florian?” he said with a sarcastic smile, masking his stress. “You, the last survivor? I find that hard to believe.”
Florian shrugged, a triumphant grin on his face. “Sometimes, it’s better to be quiet than loud.”
The Game Master, still in control of the situation, turned to Florian. “Follow me, Florian. It’s time to claim your reward.” He then turned his gaze to the rest of the participants. “As for the rest of you... relax. The night is far from over.”
Florian stood, a mix of excitement and apprehension in his eyes. He followed the Game Master to the study located at the other end of the house. The remaining participants watched them in silence, the tension hanging thick in the air.
Once inside the study, the Game Master closed the door behind them and turned to Florian, still smiling.
“You played well, Florian,” the Game Master began. “Your victory gives you the right to make a hypnotic suggestion to one of the losers. A simple suggestion for now. Something subtle, but that could grow as the games progress.”
Florian, a man tormented by his desires since adolescence, often found his fantasies centered around feet—especially those of his family members. His cousins, Melody, Lily, and Elizabeth, had all stirred forbidden thoughts within him at one point or another. But beyond his cousins, he had always been fascinated by Isa, the maternal figure, powerful and imposing, both physically and mentally.
Florian had always felt like an outsider, seen as the "odd" cousin no one fully trusted. He grew up with the impression of being an intruder in his own family. This sense of ostracization fueled his fantasies, reinforcing his need for domination over these women who, on the surface, seemed untouchable.
But tonight, after winning the first game, he knew everything could change. The power of hypnosis was in his hands, and he could finally achieve what he had always wanted. He knew the Game Master was offering him a unique opportunity: to manipulate, hypnotize, and corrupt.
Finally, Florian made his decision.
“I... I’ll choose Melody,” he finally said. “I want her to be... less suspicious of me. To stop seeing me as a threat.”
The Game Master nodded, clearly satisfied with Florian’s choice. “Very well. Melody, then. She will be the first to undergo a hypnotic suggestion. It will start subtly, but with each loss, she will come closer to what you desire.”
Florian felt a shiver run down his spine. The possibility of manipulating Melody, who had always seen him as strange, was both exciting and dangerous. He knew that if he played his cards right, he could go even further.
The Game Master leaned slightly toward Florian. “Now that you’ve made your choice, it’s time to execute this suggestion. Stay here; I’ll take care of it.”
Florian nodded, letting himself sink into the leather chair in the study. As the Game Master left the room to carry out his work, Florian couldn’t help but smile. He knew this was only the beginning, and the real game had just begun.
The Game Master, after leaving Florian in the study, silently made his way to the living room, where the other participants waited, their nerves frayed. The oppressive silence in the house added an almost supernatural dimension to the already tense atmosphere. Isa, Nate, Melody, Adrien, Lily, and Elizabeth fixed the Game Master with wary, anxious gazes, each wondering what would happen next.
With a subtle, almost imperceptible gesture, the Game Master began to murmur soft words, hypnotic phrases that floated through the air like a light breeze. The participants’ eyes began to glaze over, their thoughts becoming blurry, as if a veil was descending over their memories. One by one, they fell under the influence of hypnosis. Isa, having undergone far more sessions of hypnosis than any of the others over the years, was the first to succumb. Despite her experience, she was more vulnerable to these suggestions than even she realized. Her eyelids grew heavy, and her body relaxed almost immediately, unable to resist the hypnotic power.
Melody, more sensitive than the others but still less than Isa, was the next to fall under the spell. Her sensitivity had grown over time, leaving her particularly susceptible to the Game Master's control. Though she attempted to fight it, her mind quickly succumbed, her thoughts becoming foggy. The rest of the participants followed, their resistance futile as they, too, fell into a deep hypnotic trance.
The Game Master, master of this mental manipulation, ensured that everyone but Florian was now under his control. His goal was simple: to erase any memory of Florian's victory and the details of the game from their minds, leaving only vague recollections of what had transpired. Their memories were now blurred, their thoughts unclear, and none of them would recall that Florian had emerged victorious.
Satisfied with his work, the Game Master returned to the study where Florian awaited, anticipation building within him. He knew that this was only the beginning, and he was eager to see what would come next.
When the Game Master entered, he gave Florian a nod of approval. "It is done," he said calmly. "None of them will remember your victory or the details of the game. As for Melody, she has been successfully hypnotized, just as you requested."
Florian felt a rush of excitement. Melody, who had always kept her distance from him, would now begin to see him in a different light. She would no longer be as cautious or distant. The change would be subtle at first, but Florian knew it was enough to plant the seeds of future manipulation.
The Game Master continued. "Now that you've made your choice, it's time for your second reward: access to the file of one of the participants. Which will you choose?"
Without hesitation, Florian replied, "Isa."
The Game Master handed him a small, discreet folder. Florian's heart raced as he opened it and began reading the file of the woman who had always fascinated him.
Isa’s File
Additional Details
As Florian read through Isa's file, his heart pounded with excitement. He had always been intrigued by her—a strong maternal figure who commanded authority over everyone around her, including herself. But these intimate details revealed a whole new dimension to Isa, one that stirred a mixture of fascination and excitement within him.
The first few lines described her physical appearance—details he had often fantasized about in silence. Her 1.60m frame, her G-cup chest hidden beneath baggy clothing. But what truly captured his attention was her feet—small and delicate, at size 34, and incredibly ticklish. The idea that her feet were the most sensitive in the house sent a surge of twisted satisfaction through him.
It was the section on her hypnotic sensitivity, however, that made his pulse race. With a suggestibility coefficient of 2.5, Isa was far more susceptible to hypnosis than most people, including Melody. Years of self-hypnosis had left her mind far more fragile than even she realized. This made her a perfect target for manipulation, and Florian could barely believe how ideal the situation was.
Then came the revelation that nearly made his imagination explode: Isa's obsession with orgasms. She was completely unable to control herself as she approached climax. This fetish made her not only vulnerable but utterly dependent on pleasure.
Isa—the strong, independent woman he had always admired—could lose all control as she neared orgasm, becoming completely susceptible to external influence. Florian realized he could push her into that ultimate vulnerability, where she would be entirely at his mercy. He silently thanked the Game Master for this opportunity. Isa, the unshakeable, authoritative figure, was far more fragile than he had ever imagined. He had never thought she could be so close to losing control.
As Florian became lost in his thoughts, the Game Master interrupted him. "Since you’ve won the first game, Florian, you deserve an additional reward. I'm going to give you a piece of crucial information."
Florian looked up, intrigued. The Game Master continued with a cryptic smile.
"Through hypnosis, you can not only manipulate someone's mind but also their physical sensations. You can increase or decrease sensitivity in specific areas of the body. For example, you could make someone's feet completely numb... or turn them into an erogenous zone, so sensitive that even the lightest breeze could trigger intense sensations. Or, if you prefer, you could make them so sensitive that tickling them would become unbearable torture."
Florian was struck by this revelation. The idea of being able to alter physical sensations opened up possibilities he had never considered before. And in his mind, Isa was the perfect target. Already addicted to orgasms, she was unable to resist the pull of pleasure. And once close to climax, she lost complete control of herself.
This was her greatest weakness: when nearing orgasm, she became vulnerable to anything—and especially to him.
Florian began to imagine what he could do with this newfound power. If Isa’s feet—already incredibly sensitive—were to become an erogenous zone, even the lightest touch could drive her to a state of unbearable pleasure. He could picture her, struggling to resist, yet powerless as the overwhelming sensations overtook her with every stroke on her feet. Isa, this dominant woman, reduced to a mere plaything at his fingertips.
The thought of making her dependent on him, completely at his mercy through the manipulation of her feet, deeply excited him. Isa, once in this state, would do anything he asked, willing to surrender everything just to reach the orgasm she so desperately craved.
The Game Master, still wearing his enigmatic smile, concluded, "With the right suggestions, you can literally redefine what these women feel. You can transform them into something new, something dependent on you."
Florian nodded, his mind already racing. He now saw clearly how he could use Isa’s uncontrollable obsession with pleasure to manipulate her. Every step she took, every move she made, could become a dangerous game of control between them, where she was lost in the overwhelming pleasure she could no longer ignore. He could already picture the scene: Isa, fighting against her own body, surrendering to every touch on her hypersensitive feet, desperately seeking the release that would make her even more vulnerable.
This bonus was far more than just a simple advantage. It was a tool that would allow him to bring the strongest woman in the house to a state of total submission. He mentally thanked the Game Master, already planning his next moves.
Florian smiled at the thought of what he could achieve. And he hadn’t even read all the files yet.
The sun gently pierced through the thick curtains, bathing the large room in golden light. The participants, emerging from a deep sleep, woke up gradually, disoriented and slightly troubled. The spacious living room they found themselves in was decorated in a rustic yet cozy style, with large windows overlooking a lush garden. Yet, despite the peaceful atmosphere, there was an underlying tension, something strange lingering in the air.
Melody was the first to get up. Her feet touched the cool wooden floor as she walked towards a large window. Outside, she saw no sign of human life, just an immense garden stretching out under a cloudless sky. She frowned, trying to recall what had brought her here. Beside her, Adrien, her partner, was still sleeping deeply. Melody watched him for a moment, pensive, before looking away.
In the next room, Lily, always full of energy, woke up suddenly. Her blonde hair was messy, and her curious eyes immediately scanned her surroundings. “Where are we?” she murmured to herself. Her gaze passed over the large wooden table in the center of the living room, the chairs arranged around the room, and she felt a slight anxiety rising in her.
Elizabeth, her older sister though younger than Melody, woke up as well. Unlike Lily, she was more composed. With a graceful motion, she sat up, always mindful of maintaining a certain elegance.
Elizabeth stood up elegantly. Ever mindful of her appearance, she adjusted her hair before casting a glance at the others.
“This isn’t a hotel; this is our home,” she commented calmly, though a growing concern was evident on her face.
“Wait...” Melody murmured, turning to Isa with a confused expression. “This is… our home, right?”
Lily looked at the curtains, the walls, the furniture. “It’s a perfect copy. Even the table...”
Isa nodded. “This is our house, yes. An exact replica. They’ve recreated everything.”
Isa observed everything from afar. Her sharp gaze swept the room and her daughters, looking for signs of calm. Melody, who had moved closer to her, sat beside her. Isa placed a reassuring hand on her eldest daughter’s shoulder, as if to soothe her worries.
“It’s going to be okay, darling,” Isa murmured, her soft words contrasting with the turmoil in her thoughts.
Melody nodded, though she wasn’t convinced. Her bond with her mother offered some comfort, but the stress of this unknown situation gnawed at her.
On the other side of the room, the men were also waking up. Nate, his face cold, was the first to rise. It had been three years since he’d last seen Melody or her family. He glanced around quickly, his mind already working to assess the situation. To him, this all felt like a carefully orchestrated experiment, though the purpose remained unclear.
Florian, still clumsy and slightly disconnected, stretched with a yawn. He seemed more relaxed than the others, but his mind was already calculating how to take advantage of the situation. Adrien, on the other hand, got up nonchalantly, giving Melody a sleepy smile.
“Beautiful day, huh?” he said while rubbing his eyes, seemingly oblivious to the strangeness of the situation.
Melody gave him a weak smile, but the worry still lingered in her eyes.
Nate, however, watched Adrien with a certain suspicion. Their relationship had always been strained. He never understood what Melody saw in this eccentric man who often seemed disconnected from reality. His irritation toward him was clear, and it wasn’t going to improve here.
“Still lost in your own world, I see,” Nate said with a sarcastic smile, making Adrien jump.
Adrien shrugged, unfazed. “Let’s just say I prefer staying calm,” he replied, flashing a grin, but Nate looked away, annoyed.
Elizabeth, observing Nate, spoke up: “Nate... It’s been a while.”
Nate turned to her, offering a polite but distant smile. “Yes, three years, I believe.”
Lily then approached, her face lighting up with a warm smile. “It’s good to see you again!” she said, leaning in to give Nate a kiss on the cheek.
Florian, who had always had a positive image of his cousin’s ex, added: “Nate, we missed you, man.”
Nate nodded, appreciating the affection, but his thoughts were already focused on what would happen next. He could feel that something larger was at play here. He caught Isa’s gaze, who was watching him from a distance. Unlike the others, Isa had never really liked Nate. Something about his distant and calculating demeanor made her uncomfortable.
Nate began exploring the house, which he hadn’t seen in years. At the entrance, the first thing he noticed was the open space of the living and dining room. The living area, on the left, was warm and inviting, while on the right, a large wooden table surrounded by benches beckoned him to sit down. Just beside the table, a desk was set up, giving off the impression that someone spent long nights working or thinking there. He recalled Isa’s sleepless nights, isolating herself at her desk. Next to the desk, a door led to the kitchen.
Facing the entrance, two staircases caught his attention: one leading upstairs, the other going down to the basement. As he approached the stairs and turned to the right, he discovered the small, well-placed bathroom he remembered, right beside the staircase going up.
Curious about what the basement held, he went down. There, he found a second, cozier living room, surrounded by three mysterious doors. A quick exploration revealed that one of them led to a special room, which hadn’t been there before and was locked. Another door led to a guest bedroom with a private bathroom, while the last one opened onto an empty cellar, seemingly designed to be secured from the inside.
After coming back up, he took the staircase leading to the upper floor. To the right, Isa’s bedroom opened up, without a door to close it off. He continued his tour, turning toward the room opposite the staircase, Melody and Adrien’s bedroom. He remembered the time when he slept there, and how, due to the thin walls, he sometimes uncomfortably overheard Isa pleasuring herself at night. Moving to the left, he came across Lily’s bedroom, which shared a sliding partition with Elizabeth’s room. The latter was just across from the bathroom and placed before the main bathroom. As he returned to the living room, he heard movement.
“What the hell is this?” Florian asked, breaking the silence from the living room. His eyes scanned the room, looking for answers.
No one responded immediately. Everyone seemed lost in their thoughts, trying to piece together fragments of vague memories. They knew they had agreed to participate in something, but the details were still fuzzy.
Elizabeth crossed her arms and spoke up. “There was a contract. I remember that. A game, an experiment… but nothing concrete.”
Nate nodded, his mind already working. “Yeah, it was vague. Just a game, something unusual, but I can’t recall the specifics.”
Nonetheless, all the participants recognized the house.
At that moment, footsteps were heard coming from the basement, and a man ascended the stairs. This man, who appeared in the middle of the living room, was dressed in a dark suit, with carefully groomed salt-and-pepper hair. His gaze was piercing, and an enigmatic smile played on his lips. He moved with an almost unnerving confidence.
“Hello, everyone,” he said, stepping toward the center of the room. “I’m delighted to see you finally awake. You can call me the Game Master.”
A heavy silence settled, as everyone exchanged wary glances. Isa furrowed her brow while Melody instinctively moved closer to her mother.
“You are here to participate in a game,” the Game Master continued, his voice calm. “A game of seduction, manipulation, and control. Your goal is simple: to seduce, manipulate, and dominate the other participants. At the end of this game, only one of you will be the winner. The one who succeeds in controlling the most participants will win 100 million euros.”
Isa took a deep breath, then asked, her tone measured but firm: “And what are the exact rules?”
The Game Master’s smile widened. “Excellent question. The first rule is simple: you can no longer masturbate. As of now, that ability is taken from you. There’s no way around it. You will have to find other means to... manage your desires.”
A stunned silence followed this declaration. Melody, incredulous, shook her head. “Excuse me?”
The Game Master continued, unfazed. “Every day, you will compete in games. These games will offer you privileges and powers, including the ability to access information files on your competitors. These files contain valuable information: sexual tendencies, fetishes, and other useful details to help you... seduce your targets.”
He scanned the room before continuing. “Some games will also allow you to subject a participant to hypnosis. Hypnosis is a subtle process, never immediate. It will gradually weaken your target’s mind.”
Nate squinted, his tone becoming cold: “And if we refuse to play?”
The Game Master didn’t lose his smile. “Refusing isn’t an option. You’re all here for a reason. And trust me, you will play. Those who refuse won’t even know when they’re being manipulated.”
Isa, her face closed off, gently squeezed Melody’s shoulder, pulling her closer. The tension in the room was palpable. None of them fully understood what they had gotten into, but one thing was certain: this game was going far beyond their expectations.
The Game Master let his words hang in the air, surveying each participant with a satisfied expression. Nate crossed his arms, still on the defensive, while Melody, nestled against Isa, looked lost. Florian, on the other hand, seemed almost excited, his eyes gleaming with an odd anticipation of what was to come.
“So,” the Game Master broke the silence, “the first game will begin tonight at 6 p.m. Until then, get familiar with the house and your... competitors.”
He turned to leave, but before disappearing down the stairs, he added with a sly tone, “Good luck to all of you.”
The silence that followed his departure was thick and oppressive. None of the participants seemed to know what to say or how to react. Finally, it was Elizabeth who broke the ice.
“This is completely insane,” she said, nervously running a hand through her hair. “We can’t really believe this hypnosis stuff, can we?”
“Maybe we should,” Lily replied hesitantly. “After all, he mentioned files. Information about us... He could know things.”
Isa stood up slowly, placing a calming hand on Melody’s shoulder before addressing her daughters. “Stay calm, we’ll get through this.” Her tone was firm, but a slight tension could be detected in her voice.
Melody nodded silently, though she remained deeply troubled. She had always had a close relationship with her mother, and the thought of being here, in this situation, troubled her deeply. She didn’t like the idea of being manipulated, much less the thought of her mother being subjected to it. She rested her head on Isa’s shoulder, seeking comfort.
Nate, standing a bit apart from the group, observed the scene with a certain coldness. He had never truly liked Isa, and the distance between them had only grown over the years. Seeing her play the protective mother irritated him, especially in such a tense situation. He approached the group anyway, breaking the bubble of protection the family had formed.
“Well, what now?” he asked with his usual sarcastic tone. “Are we really going to play this thing? You all know this is just a game, right?”
Isa shot him a frosty look. “This isn’t a game to me.” Her voice was sharp, clearly unimpressed with Nate’s attitude.
Nate shrugged. “Doesn’t matter what you think. We don’t have a choice.”
Florian, who hadn’t said much until then, chimed in with a slightly awkward smile. “Well, I say we might as well have a little fun. You know, before things get really weird.”
Elizabeth turned to him, raising an eyebrow. “Fun? Did you hear what he said? Hypnosis, manipulation, all of that? That’s not exactly the kind of fun I had in mind, Florian.”
Florian shrugged, trying to explain himself. “Look, I’m just saying we should stay relaxed. The more we stress, the more vulnerable we’ll be, right?”
Lily, still nervous but trying to ease the atmosphere, attempted a smile. “Florian’s not wrong. If we start panicking, we’ll lose our cool. We might as well try to stay united.”
Isa nodded softly toward her daughters. “Yes, let’s stay together and observe what happens. Don’t let fear divide us.” She cast a brief glance at Nate, who looked away. She didn’t trust him and knew he would be someone to watch closely in this game.
Adrien, who had been silent until now, suddenly stood up with an amused smile. “Well, if we’re stuck here for a while, we might as well deal with it. Anyone want coffee?”
Melody looked at him, surprised by his carefree attitude. She loved his light-hearted nature, but at that moment, she couldn’t help but find it inappropriate.
“Adrien, I don’t think this is the time for that,” she murmured softly.
Nate couldn’t help but smile sarcastically. “Ah, still out of touch, huh, Adrien?”
Adrien simply shrugged with a smile. “Relax, Nate. If we’re really stuck here, we might as well keep our spirits up.”
That remark didn’t help. Nate glared at him, his eyes narrowing. “If you think you can just play the clown and everything will be fine, you’re wrong. This game isn’t funny.”
Isa, sensing the tension rising, stepped in. “That’s enough, Nate. We’re not going to start fighting now. If you really want to win this game, you should start by keeping your cool.”
Nate clenched his jaw but eventually turned away, choosing not to respond. He walked toward a window, staring out at the garden without saying a word, though anger simmered beneath the surface. Watching Adrien stroll around with that carefree attitude drove him crazy. Melody had left him for this man, and three years later, he still didn’t understand why.
The room fell silent again as everyone tried to refocus. The sisters gathered around Isa, seeking comfort and protection from the uncertainty. Florian, standing slightly apart, observed the situation, his mind still focused on the promise of hypnosis and what it could truly mean for them.
After a few moments of silence, Isa stood up, gently squeezing her daughters’ shoulders. “Come on, let’s explore the house. We might as well understand where we are.”
The three sisters nodded, following their mother toward the stairs. Melody cast one last glance at Adrien before quietly murmuring, “Be careful.”
Adrien gave her a soft smile but didn’t respond.
Isa led the group through the house, exploring every corner with a keen eye. When they reached the kitchen, Lily couldn’t help but notice something strange.
“Did you see this?” she asked, pointing to a discreetly hidden camera in the corner. “We’re being filmed.”
Elizabeth furrowed her brow. “Great, it’s really a reality show,” she groaned.
Isa sighed. “Let’s be careful. Everything we do here will be seen.”
“We’re going to stick together,” Isa said firmly, breaking the heavy silence. She gave each of her daughters a reassuring look, conveying strength.
Melody nodded, moving closer instinctively to her mother. She already felt the growing tension in the room, the strange atmosphere weighing on their shoulders. “We’ll get through this… together,” she murmured, trying to convince herself as much as the others.
Lily, though nervous, also nodded. She stood beside her sisters, her gaze moving from one to the other before resting on Isa. “We’ve been through tough times before. This won’t be any different, right?”
Elizabeth, more composed, took a deep breath and crossed her arms. “We stay on guard. That’s all we can do for now.”
Florian, who had been observing the scene without intervening, stepped forward awkwardly. He wanted to support Isa, knowing his clumsy approach might make things more awkward. “I’m with you too. We have to stick together.”
Nate, still standing aside, crossed his arms again, his gaze fixed on Isa with a mixture of defiance and analysis. “Are we really going to play this game of togetherness?” he asked, his tone sarcastic. “Stick together like everything will be fine? This isn’t a family dinner, Isa. This is a game of manipulation, you heard what he said.”
Isa gave him a cold look. “It doesn’t matter what you think, Nate. We don’t need your cynicism. What I know is that if we let ourselves be divided, this game will destroy us.”
Nate chuckled softly but didn’t reply. He knew she was partly right, but he refused to take such a sentimental approach. He had to think of himself first. The only person he could really trust was himself.
Adrien, who had seemed indifferent to the seriousness of the situation until now, suddenly spoke up. “Maybe Nate has a point, but...” He searched for Melody’s gaze, smiling softly. “I think we should at least try not to let panic take over. We’ll see how it goes.”
Melody nodded, her expression a mix of worry and gratitude. “Yes, we can’t lose our cool right from the start.”
The atmosphere in the house grew increasingly oppressive as the hour for the first game approached. Everyone was mentally preparing for the unknown. The minutes seemed to stretch on, and although the layout of the house was familiar, the situation itself made it feel foreign, as if the place had become a disguised prison.
Isa remained focused, watching every detail, every move her daughters made. They had to stay together, strong. Whatever this game was, it wouldn’t break their unity. She had spent her life protecting them, and she had no intention of letting them down now.
“Mom...” Melody broke the silence, still by her side. “Do you really think we’ll have to... manipulate others to win?” Her hands trembled slightly, though her voice remained calm.
Isa placed a reassuring hand on her daughter’s shoulder. “This game is designed to divide us, but as long as we stay together, they can’t break us. Don’t worry, we’ll make it through.”
Melody nodded, absorbing the strength her mother was giving her. She glanced at her sisters, who looked just as lost as she was, but were trying to maintain a confident front. Elizabeth, despite her stiff posture, was scanning every corner with palpable suspicion, while Lily, more nervous, absentmindedly tapped the edge of the table.
Florian, who had timidly approached, listened to the conversation without daring to intervene. He admired Isa’s ability to keep her daughters calm, even though he himself was starting to feel the pressure. But he thought that this game could offer him a chance to prove his worth. And the hypnosis... the thought had been circling his mind since the Game Master’s appearance.
“It’ll be fine, Florian,” Isa said suddenly, surprising him as he jumped slightly. She had noticed his discomfort. “As long as you stay focused.”
Florian gave a nervous smile. “Yes, I... I’ll do my best.”
Nate, who had been observing the scene from a corner of the room, detached himself from the group and approached Adrien. He couldn’t let the others define the rules. They might be in Isa’s house, but he knew he had to play by his own rules.
“You still seem as detached as ever,” Nate said with a mix of irony and challenge. “Do you really think that attitude is going to help you?”
Adrien smiled without losing his apparent calm. “I don’t see what panic would bring me. If everyone starts losing their heads, things will get out of control.”
Nate clenched his teeth. “It’s not about losing your head. It’s about control. You think staying in your little bubble will spare you? They’ll eat you alive, Adrien.”
Adrien shrugged. “We’ll see. For now, I’d rather conserve my energy.”
Nate glared at him for a moment, then shook his head with a sigh of frustration. That kind of attitude drove him mad. Adrien lived in a bubble, as if reality didn’t touch him. Nate was already calculating his next moves, and he knew he would have to push Adrien aside one way or another.
Time passed faster than expected, and soon, a discreet alarm rang through the house. It was time for the first game. Everyone gathered in the living room, the tension at its peak. The Game Master appeared again, still calm and enigmatic.
“It’s time,” he announced with his usual smile. “The first game is about to begin. You will all play for privileges, but more importantly, to avoid defeat. The losers will undergo hypnosis, which will weaken their minds, making them more suggestible for future games. The winner, in addition to this hypnosis, will receive a file.” He paused briefly, making sure his words had their intended effect. “Today’s game is simple: an enhanced version of the popular ‘Werewolf’ game.”
The participants reluctantly took their seats around the large wooden table. Nate, always calculating, sat near Melody and Adrien, casting a wary glance toward Isa. Florian, nervous but excited at the thought of what was to come, sat across from Elizabeth, who was watching the situation with caution.
The Game Master dealt the cards, one to each player, in silence. Each card represented a role: villager, witch, hunter... and of course, werewolf. The exchanged glances were loaded with meaning, as everyone was already trying to guess each other’s roles.
Isa, a natural leader, kept her composure. “Remember,” she murmured to her daughters, “we’re playing together. No matter what happens, we must stay united.”
Silence reigned around the table, heavy with tension. The final round of the game had just ended, and Florian, the last remaining werewolf, had successfully fooled everyone. With a triumphant smile, he had chosen the last villager, sealing their fate. The Game Master observed the scene with visible satisfaction, as if he had anticipated this outcome all along.
Florian, despite his usual clumsiness, savored the moment. He had always been the one everyone underestimated, but today, he had his revenge. His hands trembled slightly from the adrenaline rush. Victory, though it was just a simple role-playing game, had a special flavor for him.
The Game Master rose slowly, his enigmatic smile still fixed on his lips. “Congratulations, Florian,” he said in a calm but subtly malicious tone. “You are our winner tonight. The last werewolf.”
The other participants looked at him in silence, some in disbelief, others with growing suspicion. Isa remained impassive, but her eyes betrayed deep concern. She knew Florian’s victory was just the beginning, and that this game of manipulation would only get more intense.
Nate, sitting across from Florian, felt a wave of frustration wash over him. “Seriously, Florian?” he said with a sarcastic smile, masking his stress. “You, the last survivor? I find that hard to believe.”
Florian shrugged, a triumphant grin on his face. “Sometimes, it’s better to be quiet than loud.”
The Game Master, still in control of the situation, turned to Florian. “Follow me, Florian. It’s time to claim your reward.” He then turned his gaze to the rest of the participants. “As for the rest of you... relax. The night is far from over.”
Florian stood, a mix of excitement and apprehension in his eyes. He followed the Game Master to the study located at the other end of the house. The remaining participants watched them in silence, the tension hanging thick in the air.
Once inside the study, the Game Master closed the door behind them and turned to Florian, still smiling.
“You played well, Florian,” the Game Master began. “Your victory gives you the right to make a hypnotic suggestion to one of the losers. A simple suggestion for now. Something subtle, but that could grow as the games progress.”
Florian, a man tormented by his desires since adolescence, often found his fantasies centered around feet—especially those of his family members. His cousins, Melody, Lily, and Elizabeth, had all stirred forbidden thoughts within him at one point or another. But beyond his cousins, he had always been fascinated by Isa, the maternal figure, powerful and imposing, both physically and mentally.
Florian had always felt like an outsider, seen as the "odd" cousin no one fully trusted. He grew up with the impression of being an intruder in his own family. This sense of ostracization fueled his fantasies, reinforcing his need for domination over these women who, on the surface, seemed untouchable.
But tonight, after winning the first game, he knew everything could change. The power of hypnosis was in his hands, and he could finally achieve what he had always wanted. He knew the Game Master was offering him a unique opportunity: to manipulate, hypnotize, and corrupt.
Finally, Florian made his decision.
“I... I’ll choose Melody,” he finally said. “I want her to be... less suspicious of me. To stop seeing me as a threat.”
The Game Master nodded, clearly satisfied with Florian’s choice. “Very well. Melody, then. She will be the first to undergo a hypnotic suggestion. It will start subtly, but with each loss, she will come closer to what you desire.”
Florian felt a shiver run down his spine. The possibility of manipulating Melody, who had always seen him as strange, was both exciting and dangerous. He knew that if he played his cards right, he could go even further.
The Game Master leaned slightly toward Florian. “Now that you’ve made your choice, it’s time to execute this suggestion. Stay here; I’ll take care of it.”
Florian nodded, letting himself sink into the leather chair in the study. As the Game Master left the room to carry out his work, Florian couldn’t help but smile. He knew this was only the beginning, and the real game had just begun.
The Game Master, after leaving Florian in the study, silently made his way to the living room, where the other participants waited, their nerves frayed. The oppressive silence in the house added an almost supernatural dimension to the already tense atmosphere. Isa, Nate, Melody, Adrien, Lily, and Elizabeth fixed the Game Master with wary, anxious gazes, each wondering what would happen next.
With a subtle, almost imperceptible gesture, the Game Master began to murmur soft words, hypnotic phrases that floated through the air like a light breeze. The participants’ eyes began to glaze over, their thoughts becoming blurry, as if a veil was descending over their memories. One by one, they fell under the influence of hypnosis. Isa, having undergone far more sessions of hypnosis than any of the others over the years, was the first to succumb. Despite her experience, she was more vulnerable to these suggestions than even she realized. Her eyelids grew heavy, and her body relaxed almost immediately, unable to resist the hypnotic power.
Melody, more sensitive than the others but still less than Isa, was the next to fall under the spell. Her sensitivity had grown over time, leaving her particularly susceptible to the Game Master's control. Though she attempted to fight it, her mind quickly succumbed, her thoughts becoming foggy. The rest of the participants followed, their resistance futile as they, too, fell into a deep hypnotic trance.
The Game Master, master of this mental manipulation, ensured that everyone but Florian was now under his control. His goal was simple: to erase any memory of Florian's victory and the details of the game from their minds, leaving only vague recollections of what had transpired. Their memories were now blurred, their thoughts unclear, and none of them would recall that Florian had emerged victorious.
Satisfied with his work, the Game Master returned to the study where Florian awaited, anticipation building within him. He knew that this was only the beginning, and he was eager to see what would come next.
When the Game Master entered, he gave Florian a nod of approval. "It is done," he said calmly. "None of them will remember your victory or the details of the game. As for Melody, she has been successfully hypnotized, just as you requested."
Florian felt a rush of excitement. Melody, who had always kept her distance from him, would now begin to see him in a different light. She would no longer be as cautious or distant. The change would be subtle at first, but Florian knew it was enough to plant the seeds of future manipulation.
The Game Master continued. "Now that you've made your choice, it's time for your second reward: access to the file of one of the participants. Which will you choose?"
Without hesitation, Florian replied, "Isa."
The Game Master handed him a small, discreet folder. Florian's heart raced as he opened it and began reading the file of the woman who had always fascinated him.
Isa’s File
- Sex: Female
- Age: 52 years
- Height: 1.60m
- Hair: Black
- Eyes: Blue
- Build: Slightly corpulent, conceals her figure beneath loose clothing
- Chest size: G-cup
- Marital Status: Divorced for over 20 years
- Profession: Hypnotherapist
- Feet size: 34
- Sensitivity: Her feet are the most ticklish in the house, extremely sensitive to even the slightest touch.
Additional Details
- Repressed Sexual Desire: Since her divorce, Isa has not had any relationships with men, leading to deeply repressed sexual desires.
- Obsession with Orgasms: Isa is literally obsessed with reaching orgasm. Her desire is so strong that each time she approaches climax, she gradually loses control of herself. Upon reaching orgasm, she can even enter a state where she completely abandons her self-control, becoming vulnerable to external influence.
- Expert Handyman: Isa is highly skilled with her hands and can build and modify complex objects or devices. She can craft or repair sophisticated systems within the house, whether under hypnosis or on her own.
- Hypnotic Sensitivity: Isa has undergone frequent hypnosis sessions over the years, both professionally and for personal training. This has significantly increased her susceptibility to hypnotic suggestions. Her suggestibility coefficient is 2.5, making her 2.5 times more susceptible than the average person. Despite her knowledge of hypnosis, her mind is now much more fragile than she realizes.
- Fetish: Isa is obsessed with orgasm. This fetish dominates her life to the point where, as she approaches climax, she loses control of her mind. This creates both immense pleasure and emotional and mental vulnerability.
As Florian read through Isa's file, his heart pounded with excitement. He had always been intrigued by her—a strong maternal figure who commanded authority over everyone around her, including herself. But these intimate details revealed a whole new dimension to Isa, one that stirred a mixture of fascination and excitement within him.
The first few lines described her physical appearance—details he had often fantasized about in silence. Her 1.60m frame, her G-cup chest hidden beneath baggy clothing. But what truly captured his attention was her feet—small and delicate, at size 34, and incredibly ticklish. The idea that her feet were the most sensitive in the house sent a surge of twisted satisfaction through him.
It was the section on her hypnotic sensitivity, however, that made his pulse race. With a suggestibility coefficient of 2.5, Isa was far more susceptible to hypnosis than most people, including Melody. Years of self-hypnosis had left her mind far more fragile than even she realized. This made her a perfect target for manipulation, and Florian could barely believe how ideal the situation was.
Then came the revelation that nearly made his imagination explode: Isa's obsession with orgasms. She was completely unable to control herself as she approached climax. This fetish made her not only vulnerable but utterly dependent on pleasure.
Isa—the strong, independent woman he had always admired—could lose all control as she neared orgasm, becoming completely susceptible to external influence. Florian realized he could push her into that ultimate vulnerability, where she would be entirely at his mercy. He silently thanked the Game Master for this opportunity. Isa, the unshakeable, authoritative figure, was far more fragile than he had ever imagined. He had never thought she could be so close to losing control.
As Florian became lost in his thoughts, the Game Master interrupted him. "Since you’ve won the first game, Florian, you deserve an additional reward. I'm going to give you a piece of crucial information."
Florian looked up, intrigued. The Game Master continued with a cryptic smile.
"Through hypnosis, you can not only manipulate someone's mind but also their physical sensations. You can increase or decrease sensitivity in specific areas of the body. For example, you could make someone's feet completely numb... or turn them into an erogenous zone, so sensitive that even the lightest breeze could trigger intense sensations. Or, if you prefer, you could make them so sensitive that tickling them would become unbearable torture."
Florian was struck by this revelation. The idea of being able to alter physical sensations opened up possibilities he had never considered before. And in his mind, Isa was the perfect target. Already addicted to orgasms, she was unable to resist the pull of pleasure. And once close to climax, she lost complete control of herself.
This was her greatest weakness: when nearing orgasm, she became vulnerable to anything—and especially to him.
Florian began to imagine what he could do with this newfound power. If Isa’s feet—already incredibly sensitive—were to become an erogenous zone, even the lightest touch could drive her to a state of unbearable pleasure. He could picture her, struggling to resist, yet powerless as the overwhelming sensations overtook her with every stroke on her feet. Isa, this dominant woman, reduced to a mere plaything at his fingertips.
The thought of making her dependent on him, completely at his mercy through the manipulation of her feet, deeply excited him. Isa, once in this state, would do anything he asked, willing to surrender everything just to reach the orgasm she so desperately craved.
The Game Master, still wearing his enigmatic smile, concluded, "With the right suggestions, you can literally redefine what these women feel. You can transform them into something new, something dependent on you."
Florian nodded, his mind already racing. He now saw clearly how he could use Isa’s uncontrollable obsession with pleasure to manipulate her. Every step she took, every move she made, could become a dangerous game of control between them, where she was lost in the overwhelming pleasure she could no longer ignore. He could already picture the scene: Isa, fighting against her own body, surrendering to every touch on her hypersensitive feet, desperately seeking the release that would make her even more vulnerable.
This bonus was far more than just a simple advantage. It was a tool that would allow him to bring the strongest woman in the house to a state of total submission. He mentally thanked the Game Master, already planning his next moves.
Florian smiled at the thought of what he could achieve. And he hadn’t even read all the files yet.
