The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Under the dark cover of night, in which the moon’s bright glow was stifled by a heavy layer of clouds, a cloaked figure carefully glanced around the surrounding area, studying the green empty field for any signs of movement. Only after confirming that the nearby grassland was clear of unwanted eyes did the figure risk knocking on the cottage door with three distinct taps.

From inside, there was shuffling and an eerie silence as the person behind the door hesitated a moment. There was an audible click and a slit in the door was pulled open to show a single dark eye peering through, feminine eyelashes blinked with suspicion.

“State your business.” A feminine voice hissed.

The cloaked, aware of the , spoke without hesitation.

“Equality.”

A pause followed the eye narrowed a fraction of an inch.

The eye vanished from sight as the slit closed, and the sound of a bolt being unlocked followed. The door was pulled open by a crack, and the figure stepped through into the dim light, revealing themselves as a male with a hood covering his head.

“Welcome,” The dark-haired female said after closing the door behind him and securing it shut. She stepped ahead of the man, further into the light, revealing the skimpy tight maid attire that hugged her supple features, stockings that dug into her thighs, a thin skirt, and a low-cut corset, her chest bulging through the top, her cleavage glistening with a thin layer of sweat after a hard maid’s work. “The master will be pleased by your arrival.”

The man lowered his hood, displaying his cleanly kept attractive face and short, somewhat jagged brown hair. He regarded the woman and her rather ludicrous maid outfit.

“I’m sure he will,” he said, his words thick with sarcasm.

He took his focus away from the woman’s attire and noticed that her calm black irises were gone; in fact, the whites of her eyes were missing, as well, replaced with a dark void. Where her previous black irises were now glowing white with a black swirl slowly spinning within, never seeming to cease.

“Follow me,” The maid said, turning and leading the way down the hall, her heels tapping lightly against the wooden flooring.

The man followed the maid further into the cottage, ing through a maze of halls that one could easily be lost in without the assistance of a guide. As the maid walked, the man noticed her swaying hips, moving like a pendulum to such an absurd degree it was almost as if she’d been programmed to swing her hips with each step.

Each hall they moved past had two to three women of various heights and figures, from curvaceous to slim. All stood rigid, stationed at attention, hands resting by their hips and heads positioned forward with their eyes staring directly ahead, glowing with spirals just like his current guide. None of the women so much as flinched or blinked as they ed, as if they didn’t realize or care that there was a new presence within their mist. In a sense, they were statues, objects, husks.

“In here,” the maid announced, approaching two wooden doors. She knocked in a practiced pattern and stepped aside as the doors creaked open, allowing him entry.

The man walked forward, entering a dimly lit room that vaguely smelled of incense. The surrounding area looked akin to a dojo, one that could be discovered atop an ancient temple lined with solid oak wood that reflected the dim warmth of candlelight.

Scrolls depicting the elegant and statuesque portraits of the group’s leaders and founders were draped over the wooden walls from past to present, leading towards the middle where its current leader was displayed in all her glorious grandeur. Beneath the portrait laid an ornate mat with a red velvet pillow, atop which where the current leader of the dojo should rest, instead housed an average-looking black-haired man, sitting on a crude wooden throne with more entranced woman rubbing their assets against him, while one fed him from a vine of grapes.

This guy must be enjoying himself.

“Ah, welcome.” The man in the center of the room greeted behind a face full of breasts that he pushed aside.

Without breasts enveloping his face, it was surprising to see that the man surrounded by the controlled women appeared younger than expected. Perhaps early to mid-twenties.

The cloaked visitor stepped forward while dropping his robes to reveal his polished silver knight’s armor and leather waist strap holding his sheathed blade. He took a knee, bowing courteously before the man.

“Sir Drax... thank you, for granting me this opportunity.”

The young man laughed and waved, “No need to bow! Most who prostrate themselves before me are typically moments away from getting fucked. Submission from the powerful is quite a turn-on for me. And as it stands, I have no desire to have sex with another man; we can talk on equal .”

He talks like a man of grandeur and looks like an older teenager getting in over his head...

The kneeling man glanced up, eyeing the women around him, all with their glowing spiral eyes, utterly entranced.

“I see...” He said, rising to his feet, “Nonetheless, I am still grateful.”

“As am I to finally have an ally!” Drax reached a hand to the woman at his right; he ripped down her maid’s corset top, letting her big tits flop out before he gave her pink nipples a hard twist that had her moan, “Not many men would be willing to challenge the women that rule over these lands.”

The armored man growled, his eyes twinkling with spite, “I am not most men, and the Queen has done nothing but treat me and my men like trash. Slaves! She and her daughters need to be taken down a peg or two..”

“Indeed. I myself used to work in the army for a time. Not by choice, of course. It was under the Queen’s decree that all men of eighteen years the army and fight her battles like fodder. I only freed myself by faking my death in combat.” He opened his mouth, letting the woman whose nipple he had just tweaked feed him more grapes. “Five years later, here I am. Fighting a battle that actually matters. The battle for true equality. At the age of twenty-three, no less!”

“Yes, truly remarkable! Though, I question how you manage to rival holders of the Power Ultimate. Only women are born with gifts of power. It is nearly unbelievable that a man can manage to oppose those who outclass him in every conceivable way. Is it true that you can subjugate women to your will?”

It’s been well known for ages that men were weaker than women, not just physically but mentally as well. They played second fiddle in life, assisted in part due to the fact that every woman had the potential to inherit a gift known as The Power Ultimate. An ability unique to the holder that they alone possessed and had the capability to wield. The capital ruled by Queen Seraphina housed the grand academy where many with said gifts thrived. Those with the Power Ultimate were revered and often sought out by the Queen’s hand.

“Ah, yes. Well, you see, a few years ago, a certain someone broke into the palace’s archives.” His words carried a rather boastful breath, “While most would simply take the wealth and run, the thief in question found a scroll hidden within the Queen’s collection... A scroll containing a very powerful ability.”

The armored man raised a brow, “Are you saying you can wield the Power Ultimate? But... a man would require more than ancient text. We are physically unable to possess such power. Men are far too weak to handle the might of Power Ultimate. It is factually impossible.”

Drax laughed and shook his head. “True, we truly are at a disadvantage in life.. if only I were to have discovered another item within the Queen’s chambers. A relic that could... I don’t know... allow anyone unfit to wield the Power Ultimate? What an incredible discovery that would be... Oh, wait.” With a smirk, he raised his right hand, where adorned upon his index finger, one could make out an inconspicuous silver ring. “Seems like I have just that artifact right here.”

Astonished, the opposing man could only mutter, “Impossible...”

Drax grabbed the nearest woman’s tit, giving her big boob a good squeeze, causing her to breathe out a mindless moan, “Impossible? Perhaps.. yet, with my current collection,” he gave her ass a slap, “I’d say it’s safe to call myself a wielder of the Power Ultimate.”

“Amazing...” the man’s eyes scanned over the surrounding women, all with their eyes glowing, standing at attention lining the walls, unmoving, rigid, mindless. They were nothing more than a collection of sex dolls for the man to play with, each one a display of failure in preventing their fate, so utterly mindless they are unable to even comprehend their defeat. All thanks to his gift.

“Indeed. It is my own power. Ultimate Command.” Drax’s hands began to fondle the woman’s chest, fingers digging into her mounds of flesh; the mindless victim to his groping remained rigid. “By just looking into my eyes. I can control any woman at will. And as you can see, eyeing my collection. Many of the wonderful ladies here decided to look into my eyes. Right, my lovelies? Sing my praise!”

All the women lined up on the walls spoke out in unison, “All hail our sovereign.” they repeated, “All hail our sovereign...” their voices chanted emotionless and obedient, speaking in exact sync that made their declaration all the more ominous, “All hail our sovereign.”

“Beautifully said... you can stop now, my slaves.” And like that, the chanting worship ceased in unison, their eyes continuing to spiral, glowing in the darkness that lined the dojo’s walls. “...I cannot wait to add some more to my collection. Especially the Queen herself.” He grinned. “Once I meet her gaze, I’ll have her hand me control of the throne. A seat that she is currently keeping warm for me. So kind of her.”

“You’re certainly ambitious. But what of the Princesses?”

“Well, they will be a challenge, especially the oldest. The one whose power is said to rival even that of the Queen’s. But, with your assistance, I’m sure we can manage. And my own gift isn’t to be understated.”

“I can see that... your Power Ultimate is incredibly outmatched to those ill fit.” The man gazed around the room, seeing the entranced women standing at attention lining the walls, all dressed in matching maid uniforms that barely concealed their assets, as well as the females currently dropped around Drax, all of which had their glowing hypnotic eyes moving in eerie unison. “Though there are many that exceed powers you have yet to witness. It would be a fool’s errand for mere men to oppose that kind of force. Never in the seeds of time has a man ever managed to best a woman. There is a reason we are beneath them in every manner.”

“If fools are those willing to fight for what they just deserve, then we truly are fools.” The man laughed, “Fools that will soon bring the women of power to their knees, bowing before us! True equality is doing to them as they have done to us!”

“I couldn’t agree more,” The man said, still eyeing the entranced thralls. “I must also ask, how did you manage to secure control over all these warriors?”

“These sluts?” He gazed around the room with women standing in unison, eyes entranced, awaiting their next command.

“It wasn’t easy, I must say. I see why the Silver Samurai are feared across the lands. The Queen went all out, sending them after me. But I was fortunate enough to get the surprise jump on them; not one of the sluts expected the hypnotic power of my ability.”

The mindlessness of the surrounding women remained clear. Their own defeat and servitude rendered unknown as they gazed ahead with emotion void from their expressions.

“Once I got the jump on one of them, the others quickly fell as I had them turn against each other. After that, I was able to make the entire regiment mine, one by one, until every single one of them was in the palm of my hand. Now, maids to please. Literally. Their holes have become quite used, though none more so than their mouths. They all have become quite good at ‘servicing’ their new master.”

“Unbelievable... you do understand the name the Silver Samurai holds, no? Just one has been trained to fight an army. And their leaders are ancient immortal warriors blessed by spirits of the arts of combat themselves. What if they hear of what happened to their disciples?”

“I scarcely believed it myself. These women... all women, if we’re being frank, are above us. Yet power brews confidence. They all underestimated yet another ‘weak man,’ and each one turned to my side before they could take the situation seriously and stop holding back. It was a simple matter of exploiting their arrogance and using their weakness against them.”

“Can you really blame them for being arrogant when facing off against a man?”

“Not in the slightest! If they want to be arrogant, let them! They all believe their power makes them unbeatable. They think that because their bodies are naturally superior and that they are inherently more talented than us, it’s their God-given right to rule. But I’ve shown them how wrong they are. That a woman’s pride can easily be their downfall.” He smiled and pointed toward the wall, “The proof is in the pudding, as they say.”

“I see...” the man sighed, “Well, I think I’ve heard enough.”

“Well said!” Drax gave the nearby woman’s juicy ass another hard slap. “Now, we can start making a plan and get the ball rolling.”

“You misunderstand.” The knight smirked. He stepped forward and reached behind him, a coy glint in his eyes as he gazed at the young man.

“Hmmm?” Drax’s smile faded, his eyes narrowing, “I’m sorry, I don’t quite follow. Also, I believe I never got your name.”

“My name?” Undoing a clasp, there was a metallic click, and the knight’s chest plate made an audible hiss as heavy steam wheezed out and it fell to the floor, revealing behind the heavy warm mist contained within, two incredibly large tanned breasts within a white bandage wrapping that struggled to contain the size of the tits and cleavage beneath. “Is Elara Kensei. The Spiritblade Mistress, and founder of the Silver Samurai.”

Drax’s eyes grew wide as the busty brunette approached, his body freezing as her massive rack bounced and the heels of her wooden strapless sandals tapped along the floor with each step, a confident grin across her lips, her eyes locked with his.

“To think the original leader of the Silver Samurai wouldn’t catch wind of what has transpired to her own warriors...” She stepped forward, both amused and annoyed that she had to leave her post atop the great Celestial Sanctuary where she intended to meditate for the last extent of her mortal tenure. But she could not stand the fact that her students had fallen victim to a man’s foolish attempt to abolish the natural order and had allowed him to control their will.

Wills trained to resist even the most potent of possession magic.

And yet, here she is. Fate, indeed, operates in mysterious ways.

“Wh-wha.. but...” Drax stumbled, unable to process how this could possibly be. “But how?! This.. this can’t be happening. I-I have the upper hand!”

Her fingers moved, grabbing the handle of her blade and pulling it from its sheath with a sharp metallic clang.

“Do you, now?” Elara held her weapon up, the blade’s light reflecting off the metal, illuminating the curve of her bust along with the dark glint in her eyes. “It appears to me that you were the one blinded by your own confidence.” She smiled as she continued to approach.

Wasting her time on a man... How pathetic. And disguising herself as one just to infiltrate her own ranks was even more of a disgrace to her name. Alas, it was necessary to discover what exactly she was up against here. Just another idiotic male who thinks he can usurp a woman’s world.

Nothing new.

As expected, Drax’s face was frozen in a state of bewilderment. The young overconfident man was utterly befuddled by this turn of events.

Elara raised her sword, pointing it at the man, who could only stare back in shock. “Now, be a good boy for me, and...”

“Protect me!”

Instantly, the women surrounding the man, who had been watching in their mindless unmoving trances, moved in unison, they placed themselves between Elara and her target. Their arms spread out, poised in their perfect battle stances, weapons brandished, they exuded an imposing aura only the Silver Samurai could possess. As they shielded him from their own founder, the Samurai’s eyes glowed and spiraled in determination, their bodies tensed and faces void of emotion. If it weren’t for their ridiculously revealing maid uniforms, it would be an imposing display.

“Hmph.” Elara huffed, her sword’s point lowered. These women each contained the combined might of a thousand trained warriors, yet she could take them all out in a moment. Fortunately for this coward of a man, she wasn’t too keen on slaying her appointed disciples. “I see... so that’s how you want to do this.”

She could feel a strange force emanating from the man, one that tugged on her very mind. Even just looking at him, she could sense her mind being manipulated. Or the attempt to do so, at least. A mental force was trying to control her thoughts, but it could not breach her. Her mind was far too strong and well-disciplined to allow anyone, let alone a male, the honor of bending her will.

From behind the women whose loyalties have switched, Drax grinned and rose from the floor, hands patting down his pants while he took the opportunity to regain his composure. “Hah! Not so mighty when faced against your own warriors, eh?” he laughed. “I know you feel that tug on your mind. In only a matter of seconds—”

SSSHhing

With a swift slice through the air, faster than Drax could even perceive. A shuriken flew towards him, set to embed itself into his skull. Yet, at the very last second, its course came to a complete halt, stopped between two fingers of his rightmost servant, who had managed to catch the blade mere centimeters from his flesh.

The Silver Samurai’s spiraling eyes glowed an even brighter shade of white as their movements sped up. The woman that had just saved her master from certain death threw the shuriken back, where Elara deflected the attack with a swift slash of her blade.

“Ah, Aria, I scarcely recognized you in that attire. It’s a shame this male managed to get the jump on you.” Through the corner of her eye, Elara observed the rest of the Samurai. Once lining the walls awaiting an order, now each of the maid-clad warriors were in battle stances currently instructed to protect, they were prepared to attack at a moments notice, their spiraling eyes swirling in unison remained as a humiliating reminder of their defeat and current servitude.

That’s what this all truly was, a humiliating annoyance.

Dealing with this male wouldn’t pose a hassle at all. The main concern here would be the lasting impact this situation as a whole would have on the Silver Samurai legacy. The disgrace alone would last for centuries to come.

“To find out the culprit for this disgrace to my warriors is some boy with a perverted little ability...”

“Holy shit...” Ignoring her lamentations, Drax mumbled under his breath while holding a hand over his forehead. That was close. One misstep and that blade would have easily cut him open and pierced directly through his skull. “You.. Make sure you protect me personally.” He said to Aria, the raven-haired samurai whose modest bust barely squeezed into the tight maid corset she was adorned in.

“Yes, my sovereign.” Aria droned mindlessly, standing directly before him.

The current leader of the Silver Samurai. At a male’s thumb. A shame.

The sight was surreal.

Elara had personally taken Aria in from her village when she was nothing but a small child. Many years later, now a young adult, the Silver Samurai’s current greatest warrior and leader; she obeys the direct command of a man of all people. With eyes so empty and mindless, it could be argued she doesn’t even realize it is happening.

Growing bold from behind Aria, Drax taunted. “Hah! Now, tell me, how does it feel? Your prized pupil, obeying my every command!”

Elara scoffed, “I have no words to waste on a worm like you.”

“Good, because soon enough, you too will be a mere servant to the supposed ‘inferior’ sex! You and your entire clan! I already have the rest. All that’s left is to have the mighty founder kneeling before me!”

“Such delusions.” Elara yawned, she turned her back to him and faced the wall of enslaved samurai. “Your kind has always been so weak. Hiding behind the current leader is only proof of such.” The tanned woman’s slender hands wrapped tightly around her weapon’s hilt. “Besides...”

“She isn’t the only founder.” A voice echoed from above.

Elara smirked as Drax glanced upwards, his eyes meeting with a figure standing above, on the ledge of a clouded window, her face hidden in the bathed shadow.

“Eh?” Drax gave a confused tilt to his head.

“Oh, please. Don’t act so confused.” the voice stated, and jumped down, landing behind Elara, her body tensing, before standing up straight, posture tall and confident. Her small breasts jiggled beneath the tight kimono, which was tied securely around her hourglass figure. “You didn’t really think the likes of you could soil the Silver Samurai’s name without all of the founders getting involved, did you?”

The woman, who had appeared from nowhere, stepped forward. She was a bit younger than Elara, coming a few inches shorter, with a more pale skin tone and build. Her breasts, barely a handful, managed to jut out prominently over the incredibly tight black cloth tied around her upper torso, which had the effect of lifting and highlighting her breasts; the kimono’s fabric was also loose around her hips, revealing a fair bit of her smooth and thick pale thighs. Her dark blue hair was cut short, barely reaching her shoulders.

Now, standing back to back, Elara glanced over her shoulder, “Kai, welcome. I say the plan was effective. He spilled all the information we hoped to gather.”

“It is amusing how predictable men are, is it not?” The blue-haired samurai giggled, covering her lips with a delicate hand. “Now, the question remains: do we slay him or keep the boy alive to stand trial and relinquish him to Queen Seraphina?”

“Death would be too easy. Hold off. Don’t just obliterate him before we can issue justice. I’ll handle our converted disciples,” She kept an eye on the growing numbers of samurai-turned-maids rushing into the dojo. “You handle the boy. And Luna...”

“How many founders are there?!” Drax’s gaze darted between the two women.

“Three.” The sudden presence of a new woman spoke directly into his ear, close enough that each moist slap of her lips could be distinctly heard.

The hairs on the back of Drax’s neck stood up, and a chill jolted over his spine, the color draining swiftly from his face at the sudden warmth to his right. “Uwaa!” Drax jumped away in surprise.

His eyes met the face of a tall, beautiful woman with long, flowing brown hair and piercing red eyes. A light sprinkling of freckles underlined her lower eyelids, serving as the only stain upon her otherwise flawless and unblemished face. Her outfit consisted of a small robe but a tad more form-fitting due to the tight waist garter that held it tightly against her figure. Below, her legs were cloaked by large baggy pants held up by a simple rope tied about her waist. The sleeves of her robe were rolled up to her elbows, and her forearms were wrapped with bandages.

This outfit showed a significant amount of her creamy, milky skin and hugged her hips in a way that made her curves almost seem exaggerated; her cleavage alone was incredibly prominent due to the robe not being closed, release upper boob, underboob, and a dark canyon of cleavage. “We don’t often have business on the outside. Consider it an honor to be in the presence of the three original leaders of the Silver Samurai.”

The man swallowed. The sudden appearance of two women, one of whom appeared directly next to him, was certainly startling. His eyes were transfixed, unable to tear away from the creamy beauty’s alluring features.

At his feet, the five maids guarding him lay knocked out and left unconscious. The man swallowed, appearing amazed at how effortlessly they had been incapacitated without him realizing. This new woman managed to sneak up on him and his guards without making a speck of sound.

Even Aria lay dormant.

“This boy is the one who disgraced our name?” The tall woman beside him, standing without displaying any regard for his presence, looked over toward the other two. “I have trouble believing the warriors we trained would fall to such a pathetic display...” She lamented with a sigh, then reaching behind, she said, “Goodbye.”

And...

SHHhhiiiiiinnnnngggg

The woman swung her weapon. Before Drax could even blink, the tall woman had whipped her weapon through the air. A heavy CLLLLIINNNKK Echoed as the sudden attack seemed to have no effect on him. The weapon seemed to have no effect, yet the swing of her blade alone created a powerful blast of wind, nearly toppling the young man back as clashes after clashes took place before his eyes, faster than he could perceive. Before him, the woman continued to send blow after blow with her slick and long blade; each attack appeared to be halted by another clash at similarly blinding speeds.

“Luna! We agreed not to kill him,” Elara snapped before adding, “Yet.”

Sighing, the tall woman, Luna, lowered her blade. “Very well...” she huffed. “I suppose I let my fingers slip. But I see why we left Lumina in charge.” With a flick of her wrist, the weapon vanished behind her back, and she raised a brow at the skimpy maid-clad samurai who stood before Drax, poised in a battle stance; she kept her weapon drawn, ready to protect her master from any more surprise attacks.

Aria, who had managed to get herself off the floor in the knick of time, stood as the only reason why Drax’s head hadn’t been sliced clean off, as both women seemed capable of attacking faster than light itself.

With fists clenched, Drax gritted his teeth. “Is this fun to you? Toying with me?”

“We are not given a reason to leave our posts on the Celestial Sanctuary very often. Excuse us for indulging in the moment.” Luna offered a polite bow, her expansive braless cleavage dipping low. As she raised her head, the woman’s pleasant disposition shifted to a darker drawl as she spoke, saying, “Our students’ honor has been tarnished, and the reputation of the Silver Samurai is now sullied by the likes of a common scum such as yourself. Being toyed with will prove to be the least of your worries.”

Drax blinked, eyes darting from the woman’s deep cleavage to her piercing eyes and then over to the other leaders gathered before him. Kai stood, her arms folded, looking quite annoyed as she kept her back to Elara, who was busy observing the maids that surrounded them. “This is...”

“where your perverted little adventure for ‘equality’ ends?” Elara raised an eyebrow and spared a glance over her shoulder, the light-brown-skinned woman’s busty and well-toned figure glistened pleasantly in the dim light of the dojo. “Agreed. Let’s get this over with. Luna, take on Aria, she’s the only threat here. Kai, handle the boy. , alive.” The original founder took a deep breath, making her bountiful bust push and expand hard against the tight bandages that wrapped around her bust. “I’ll handle our students.” Her eyes gazed at the group of over a hundred maids standing before her. Each of the samurai stood in a battle-ready pose, their spiral eyes glowing bright, each one a testament to a warrior who tried to fight against the threat they now serve.

“Understood.” Kai nodded, her eyes settling on Drax, a smirk forming on her lips as she cracked her knuckles. “I’ll make sure he remains... alive.”

“Alright, Aria,” Luna stepped forward, and with a flick of her wrist, she brandished her blade. “Let’s see how much you’ve trained since we left you in charge of the dojo.”

Aria’s spiraling eyes narrowed. Though appearing mindlessly obedient, like a husk simply commanded to protect, the former leader turned slave could obviously tell a fight was about to unfold. Intending to deliver the first blow, Ara’s body moved, her legs carrying her forward in a dash, her katana drawn. She lunged, bringing the sword down at the head of Luna, only to have her strike be deflected with a blinding slash before the samurai master delivered a kick to her chest, sending her flying back, crashing hard against the wall.

“Hmm? Did we pick wrong, putting you in charge? I do not expect you to best me, especially when under a man’s control, but you should at least pose a challenge, dear Aria.” Luna’s hips swayed as she strolled toward the fallen warrior, her weapon raised. “Do try and entertain me more than this.”

Drax took a hesitant step back as Kai approached him with slow, meditated steps, her stride radiating smug energy; she continued to crack her knuckles and pop the ts in her shoulders and neck with each step. “I do not understand why you are all so confident here.” He said, “I can take control of your mind any moment now! I—”

“Don’t think you can, young man.” Luna, who was approaching the fallen Aria, shared a coy look while raising her left hand, displaying the faint glint of silver from his ring. “Took this off you a while ago. Though, as a man, I’m not surprised you failed to notice.”

“Y-You-Acck~!” Drax was interrupted by a firm hand wrapping around his throat.

The dark blue-haired kimono-dressed founder gripped him into the hair, smirking all the while at his plight, “Are you truly ‘powerful’ if all it takes to deal with you is removing a pitiful ring?”

Seeing their master in danger, the Silver Samurai attacked in tandem, all one hundred of them and more that hadn’t made it to the grand dojo yet. Elara had been anticipating this at any moment, and with her weapon brandished, met the flood of her students-turned-servants in a clash of blades, metal clanging and sparks flying as she held off each and every one of them, a literal army against one woman whose capabilities rivaled a small legion.

“Nghh~!” Elara’s muscles bulged beneath her exposed midriff, her abs flexing hard as her body bent back and large tanned rack rippled, jiggling within the bandages. “N-Not bad.” She grinned, the pressure of several blows raining down on her all at once, even pushing her back slightly. She was genuinely proud and impressed that her students, though controlled, were able to make her sweat. If Aria ed in, combined, they could actually beat her.

Speaking of... Aria recovered swiftly, rolling her body as she landed from Luna’s attack and sprang forward, blade in hand. Her spiraling eyes glowed brighter, and her legs carried her into a series of lightning-fast strikes that were all deflected or avoided by Luna.

All this chaos caused by one perverted teen with a foolish desire to take control in a woman’s world... He needs to be made an example of before more idiotic men attempt the same pointless gesture.

After a few more seconds ed, with Elara effortlessly fending off the attack of the maids, a loud slam echoed mightily through the expansive dojo, sounding like a meaty spank. “Kai, we agreed, no killing him.” She grunted, her blade clashing against the weapons of four others who believed they could sneak up behind her.

“A-Apologies.” Kai’s hitched voice responded from across the room. “But he’ll be fine. I’m just having some fun with him.”

Elara sighed, knowing how excited the samurai master was in getting revenge for what occurred. Kai was a great leader during her time governing over the Silver Samurai, but she was a bit too gung-ho in regards to delivering justice. Often letting her excitement get the better of her. “Well, don’t have too much fun. He has to live for the trial.” She dodged the swipe of a dagger, then the thrust of a spear, and then parried the downward chop of another blade.

SLAPP

The heavy spanking slap that echoed about was enough to make Elara wince, “Kai! Hold back! Don’t go all out on the kid!” She said, jumping over the slash of a sword, the blade moved through the air directly between her breasts, missing her entirely and only managing to slip through her cleavage less than a centimeter away from slicing into her skin. “We need him alive!” She landed behind the attacker and knocked her out with a single karate chop to the back of her head, “He’s...” Looking up, the original founder lost her train of thought as her lips parted open in genuine shock at what she saw.

Kai leaned across Drax’s lap, a stream of drool trickling from her plush, parted lips. Her massive curvaceous peach-shaped ass was exposed and jutted up before his face like a fresh treat presented atop a platter, huge pale cheeks glinting with a red sting as her kimono dress was pulled up over that giant rump of hers.

Kai was never known for being top-heavy; she possesses a rather small to modest bust in that regard, and her waist is rather slim, but going down, that quickly changes as her shape is incredibly round when it comes to her hips. Her ass alone is something many of the samurai secretly envy and long for; in a way, considered a treasure, a prize, something that no one could place their hands or even eyes on beneath her dress, and her revered position as the second founder of the Silver Samurai meant none would dare to fantasize about such a posterior.

As such, it was unbelievable, unthinkable, and unfathomable to see such a treasure exposed to the air, and the fact that a man, a boy, not only had a perfect view of her naked, creamy cheeks but was soiling such with his own two hands was a crime that could damn his soul to hell.

That is all while ignoring the obvious question that lies on the tip of Elara’s lips. “What the...?”

“Oh, hey,” Drax said, giving her a wave before sending that same hand down on the ass blessed by the Gods.

SLAP SLLLLAP SSLAP

Each spank was as loud as a gunshot, resounding in a heavy, meaty slap as his palms struck her flesh. The bubbly bootyflesh wobbled and rippled from the impact, bouncing and shaking violently under the force of his blows.

Kai moaned out in a mixture of pain, pleasure, and lust, “I’m such a stupid bitch!” She chanted, her cheeks both ass and face, heating up and her nipples stiffening atop her small bosom, pushing out hard against her kimono top and into his thigh.

Her eyes rolled into the back of her head before she blinked and revealed them to be spirals just like their students. Out from between her lips flopped her tongue, the samurai leader, who was so eager to dish out pain to a boy, now lay, bent over his lap, moaning and squealing like a whore as her ass was abused and punished.

“H-How...” Elara could only watch on in amazement as Drax brought his hand down again and again, the sight was almost as baffling as it was mesmerizing, her eyes were stuck watching his hand, her mind struggling to process the sight of him spanking a legendary master, and a founder no less, without a care in the world.

“Naughty, naughty Kai,” Drax mused, his right hand delivering multiple slaps and spanks across her glorious globes. His free hand moved between idly drumming and bouncing off the bubbly, warm curve of her plump rump and shifting down further to tweak her nipples. “You’re just a dumb, useless bitch, aren’t you?”

“Ahhhhn~!” Kai’s body arched and jolted, a loud moan leaving her lips and a stream of juices trickling out from her sex and down her thighs, soaking her legs and the floor, “I’m such a stupid bitch! The stupidest! I shouldn’t have challenged you!” She gasped, her hips grinding against his crotch, and her cheeks jiggled under his blows. “I’m sorry, Sovereign! P-Please forgive this stupid bitch!”

“That’s right. You should have been licking my feet and sucking my dick before you ever tried to raise a weapon against me. The great Silver Samurai founders, my ass.” Drax grinned, the sight of a once proud and revered warrior bent over his lap was more than just satisfying. “Now. Tell your stupid friends to stop attacking your master, you idiot.”

“Y-Yes, I’ll obey, my Sovereign,” Kai purred, her spiraling eyes glowed brighter as her hips grinding harder against his cock. “Elara, Luna. We must stand down; we are stupid to believe we could oppose him. The Silver Samurai were born to serve our Sovereign.” SLLLLLLAAP “O-ooooaaaaAAHHHHHhhhhhhh~!”

Elara, however, was still frozen, her mind racing, her eyes darting to her students. They were still attacking her with reckless abandon, but she had been countering their blows unconsciously while staring dumbfounded. “What... is...”

Clink-CRRASSSHHHH

The wall to the dojo caved in as Luna and Aria’s clash, which had carried them throughout the maze-like halls of the dojo, was broken. Both women were flung back, rolling across the ground, their clothes torn and exposing bits of flesh here and there, but neither seemed to be too badly injured.

“Damn, Aria, you’re keeping up with me fairly well.” Luna groaned as she rubbed her head, brushing dust and rubble out of her cleavage. “I suppose I might have to stop holding back.”

“No matter what you do, you will not bring harm to my Sovereign,” Aria said, panting softly, her skimpy maid dress torn, showing most of her right breast and dark nipple, which expanded and heaved with her deep breaths. The already short frilly skirt was partially torn off, and only the sides remained, covering her crotch while exposing most of her thighs. “He has commanded us, and we obey, for he is the most powerful male alive. It is natural for him to dominate our world of women.”

“Oh~hoho~” Luna found this incredibly amusing; her massive rack jiggled profoundly as she stood up and laughed audibly. “Please~ in our world, the ‘most powerful man’ is still just that, a man.” She turned to where Kai was handling the boy, “Am I right, K...” Her words faded out as she saw Kai, her eyes widening and her lips parting, “W-What are you doing!?”

Drax smirked, delivering another hard smack, the loud sound resounding through the room, “Making sure Kai understands her place.” He answered, “She’s a pretty stupid bitch. Isn’t that right?”

“Y-Yes, yes, my lord!” Kai nodded, her body squirming, and her ass bounced. “I’m a stupid bitch, and I should have been on my knees for your dick before I raised a weapon against you. Please forgive me!” She looked at her fellow founders, her eyes spiraling just like those mindless husks around them. “Please, Elara, Luna, kneel. Accept the truth before our Sovereign, for he is the most powerful, and we shouldn’t have ever opposed him.”

Not responding with anything, due to her shock leaving her genuinely speechless, Luna looked over to Elara, who had her eyes set on the boy and Kai.

Elara, the original founder of the Silver Samurai, stood as a proud and fearsome warrior who taught her people everything they knew and led her troops against the hordes of monsters that plagued the lands.

She was a strong, confident, and determined woman, someone who was considered one of the strongest fighters in the entire world, so much so that she was chosen and blessed by the spirits themselves. Her beauty, charm, and skills made her a legend that many sought to sur, and even more failed to get close. And now she just stared, her lips parted, eyes wide as she was utterly dumbfounded that Kai, someone whose feats mirror her own, could ever submit to this... male.

Both Elara and Luna met gazes. Without sharing so much as a word, they agreed that this proved to be bigger than they anticipated. At this point, whether dealing with a male or not, holding back would be a fool’s decision. They removed the ring, Luna herself had made the effort to destroy it during her fight against Aria. But, somehow, some way, this boy managed to control one of the great heads of the Silver Samurai. That alone proved that they could no longer restrain their true power. As long as the two other heads remained standing, the Silver Samurai would not submit to a male.

Getting serious, Luna asked, “Plan B?”

While handling the maids in her partial vision, Elara glared at her fellow founder. She had never approved of such a plan and was quite reluctant to use it. But seeing as there were no other options left, she sighed and nodded.

“Woah, girl, your ass cleavage is so deep!” Drax, as a typical male, was seemingly too endorsed in pulling apart Kira’s meaty ass cheeks to explore the hidden insides of her rump. “Ooo~! Is that your asshole, so cute!”

Seeing this, Luna’s eye twitched, “You brought upon yourself a fate worse than death.”

“Hmm? What was that?” Drax was so enamored by the sight of Kira’s puckered star that he could hardly focus on anything else.

“Oh, Spirit of the Sword Maiden. Hear my plea.” Raising her blade, Luna held it up to her lips and began to chant as the weapon began to glow. “I, Luna Rivera, the third leader of the Silver Samurai, and wielder of your blessed blade, call upon your pow—”

Looking up from Kira’s asshole, his finger curiously poking it while his other hand sunk deep into her bubbly but flesh light dough, he said, “Shut up and just start worshiping me.”

CLANK

Luna’s weapon crashed to the floor. And directly after, and her knees followed. She dropped with enough sudden force, her massive cleavage rippled and bounced back up to cover the front of her face before jiggling back down over her chest. After a blink, the great samurai’s eyes became spirals that swirled endlessly, glowing and shifting in tandem with the rest of the mind-controlled dolls. Her lips were flat and emotionless, not showing anger, sadness, or glee, just the default look of no feeling in particular.

“All hail Drax. The sovereign of all womankind.” She droned, her body bowing up and down, her massive rack squishing against the floor, massing the glossy tile and ballooning out from both sides of her slim figure. “All hail the true ruler of our world.”