The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Over the sounds of moans and the meaty clapping of skin. One chant could be heard ringing resoundingly above all else.

“I am happy to serve, Lord Drax!” She cried, ad nauseam, her words rendered rather meaningless due to the redundancy of it all.

And yet...

“I am happy to serve, Lord Drax!”

It was the truth.

Elara was very happy to serve.

The empty smile on her face proved as much as she sat on the lap of her new lord, his cock was lodged in her pussy and she bounced on top of him. Her body was completely naked, with her armor and undergarments long since removed, leaving her in only a pair of black panties hanging loosely around her ankles, stained and ruined beyond recognition.

“Ghhnn~” With his arms wrapped around her slim and muscular figure, his fingers sunk into the soft flesh of her ample chest, groping for what could have been hours by now. He fondled her, feeling the soft mounds and her perky light brown nipples as his cock pumped into her dripping wet cunt as she continued to bounce atop his lap, creating the clapping that could be heard all throughout the halls. Elara moaned into the air, her plush lips glazed with a coating of her own drool.

She was nothing but a sex slave now, the most powerful of the Silver Samurai, their very creator, reduced to a cum-filled slut who chanted her devotion for her master, her new lord.

All around, every member of the Silver Samurai had long since fallen. Each and every member kneeled before the throne, cluttering the floors of the dojo, one hand on their tits, groping, tweaking, and tugging on their nipples, and the other hand on their pussies. They all made attempts to prevent this very outcome from occurring, and all of them befell the same fate.

Their eyes so blissfully entranced, they were fully unable to even comprehend the fact that they failed. But they were just the pawns, the soldiers; while all experienced in their own rights, at the end of the day, they were still in training. The blame for what happened here truly fell onto the shoulders of their appointed leaders. The founders were only known as legends to the troops of the Silver Samurai. Their portraits loomed across the walls of the dojo, showcasing their honor and history as one of the feared, respected and coveted leaders.

And they all were fucked.

Every single one, save the one currently fucking, was completely naked, and they all had their asses high in the air, their faces against the floor, and their fingers digging into their pussies as they pleasured themselves at Drax’s command. Each of their positionings was particularly planned out in that they all mimicked the same actions beneath their respective portraits.

With their arms and legs spread out, their asses up, and their tits mashed against the floor. They were positioned like a pack of dogs, a line of bitches ready to be bred. Their snatches gushed with mindless pulses of pleasure at every audible clap of Elara’s ass. Juices trickled down their thick thighs, pooling on the floor beside their own faces; their noses sniffed, and tongues flicked the droplets into their mouths as their minds were completely and utterly enslaved. Above each former founder, their large portraits were splayed in all their grandeur. Images of honor as previous leaders of the Silver Samurai, what once stood as symbols, reminders of those who made the clan who they are, no was nothing more than reminders of how far the mighty can fall.

Luna, Kai, and Aria all posed as mirrors to each other beneath their respective portraits, as their fingers furiously dug into their snatches, they mindlessly moaned into puddles of their own making, licking their own love juice.

It was a far cry from the images above. The former Luna, displayed in her image above as a beautiful buxom woman with a stoic pristine expression, a proud posture, and a blade at her hip. Her eyes were cold, sharp, and piercing; her figure was tall and slim, with her kimono revealing only an inch of cleavage. Her image alone was elegant; her hair was long, smooth, and straight.

Currently, the real Luna was nothing but a brain-dead husk of a woman with a huge ass and fat tits. She was no different from the others; her tongue was flat against the ground, and her eyes were rolled up into the back of her head, irises containing spirals that never ceased. She moaned with the rest of them, one of the bastions to set order and hold honor to her samurai, now just a mindless bitch, a cock sleeve, a cum dump, and a glorified toy for her master.

Kai and Aria were no better.

The once proud and knowingly confident Kai, whose image depicted her as a strong woman, a fighter, a warrior, and a symbol of pride, now knelt on the floor like the rest of the fallen, her face against the ground, massive ass putting most others to shame high in the air, her snatch exposed and gushing, and her eyes swirling. She moaned, drooled, and fingered her pussy in tandem with the others.

Next to her, Aria, the most recent leader, was in a similar state of submission. Despite being chosen by the previous founders to take their place as the new head and addition to their legacy, she had fallen, just like those who put her in such a position of leadership.

It was a sight to behold.

A loud one too.

The moans and groans from all women present were almost deafening, though the loudest of them all were those made by the former and original founder herself. In the center of the dojo, being fucked on a throne beneath her own portrait, the original Silver Samurai, Elara’s pussy clenched and ass clapped.

Over the sounds of spanking meat, and moans from those below, her own breathy voice continued to cry, “I am happy to serve, Lord Drax!” Her spiraling iris displayed no sense of awareness, understanding that she failed her mission and that the clan she built with her own hands was now no better than a group of brainless bimbos who knew nothing else than to obey their master’s every whim and desire.

But that was just the tip of it all.

Beneath the bouncing weight of the Silver Samurai’s original founder thrusting her fat ass and pulsing pussy down upon the cock of the man who brought the end of the Silver Samurai’s history, there was a certain void of darkness taking the shape of a throne. The Spirit of Twilight, and the embodiment of darkness itself, remained as nothing more than a literal object. Behind the grand throne, a stream of white liquid tricked out of the solid shadowy void, as Twilight had just had her fat darkness-incarnate ass, fucked raw, leaving whatever form she takes left to leak out the cum that was pounded into those juicy cheeks of hers.

Controlling a clan of ancient samurai women was one thing, but thanks to Elara’s efforts, Drax had the literal embodiment of darkness as his personal toy, plaything, tool, fucktoy, whatever word one could use, it was his.

“I am happy to serve, Lord Drax!” Elara continued to chant over the slapping of her ass.

“Of course you are, you stupid bitch.” He gave the tan original samurai’s nipple a hard twist and tight pinch. “You’re also annoying. Shut up and just smile mindlessly.”

“I am...” Her declaration was never allowed to complete. Instead, she did as commanded and adorned an empty smile across her face. From nearly ear to ear, she grinned, her eyes left spiraling while her body continued to bounce over his cock, tits jiggling and ass reverting with each thrust.

Her silence was a nice change of pace for the man.

But with the sound of her clapping, the moaning, the chanting, the dripping, and the occasional grunt of the male who controlled it all, the halls were left with a melody of lust and domination. It was a loud mess, and after everything, Drax wanted a moment of silence, commanding, “Ah.. everyone! Shut up and smile just as empty headed-like as this slut!”

He made it clear to the crowd who he was addressing by having his fingers pinch Elara’s nipples far harder than before, even pulling both of her jugs in either direction as she simply remained in her current position, not making a sound other than the loud clap of her ass as she bounced. If anything, the grin on her face only widened, her irises keeping their spiral that glowed amidst the natural color of her eyes.

As his words spread, the chanting, the moaning, the groaning, and the clapping all instantly halted.

The room fell into purse silence, not even their moans were allowed to be uttered.

It was a quiet bliss.

CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP

Other than the original Silver Samurai founder bouncing on his cock, that is.

“Actually, I want everyone to stand side by side, but keep masturbating with your left hand and groping yourselves with the other,” Drax grinned. “The leaders up front.”

Without a moment of delay, all of the fallen Silver Samurai began to move in unison. Each woman held a wide emotionless smile on her face as she shifted position. Their eyes were utterly empty, mind swirling as one. They moved in a synchronized fashion, not even bumping into each other as their breasts bounced and asses jiggled with every step. They each followed Drax’s order, their left hands immediately shooting down between their legs to resume their self-pleasure. Their other hands rose up to grope their tits, massaging and squeezing the soft flesh and tweaking their hard nipples between their fingers.

It was an army of beautiful, sexy, naked, busty, big-ass women.

The first step towards achieving true equality.

Jasmine Reyes, a young prodigy among her peers and an expert in the martial arts, was a student at the renowned academy known as Strongberg University when she decided what path she wanted to take. It was a difficult choice, and it took much thought and deliberation on her part, but Jasmine eventually decided that she was going to become a warrior who would stand far beyond most warriors. She’d the Silver Samurai.

When she told her friend April, the kitsune girl just laughed at her from her perch atop their shared bunk, crouched with her hands upon the edge and knees spread to either side, Jasmine still recalls the tilt of April’s head and twitch to her hears when the catgirl realized she was serious.

“I think it’s a good idea, April,” she said.

“No, no, it is. It’s a great idea, I’m totally into it. It’s just—” April broke off into a peal of giggles. “You think they’re accepting people from this school? How do you even apply? I-I mean, they don’t accept applications, they just... I dunno, I’m pretty sure it’s more of a ‘they choose you’ kind of deal, y’know? That’s why they’re so elite and everything. You’d have to be invited and crap.”

“I don’t need an invitation. I’ll just walk in and show them I’m worthy.”

April blinked, “Yeah, I guess that could work...” She raised a single finger while her other hand kept her perched on the side of the top bunk. “One question. No one knows where they are located. So...”

“So?” Tightening the belt of her karate uniform, bringing it taught around her waist, the brunette girl eyed her friend.

“So...?” April tilted her head, her yellow cat ears twitched again, “...they’re secret, you can’t just find the headquarters and walk in. Also, they could just kill you. I know you’re like... the best martial artist here, but... I—”

“They won’t.”

“You don’t know that, Jazz.”

“I do. Because, keep this between us.” The girl smirked, fixing the cuffs of her uniform. “I fought one of them before...”

The catgirl’s eyes widened, and her ears tensed at what she heard, “W-What? No. You’re freakin’ lying.”

“..and I almost won,” Making sure her uniform was in place, cupping her breasts a few times and bouncing them into a good position in her straps, she approached the window to their shared dorm room, “Also, I know exactly where their base is.”

“Whuh? How!?” April’s eyes danced between the window and her friend, “Wait, where are you going?”

“I’m going to submit my application.” Jasmine pulled open the window, letting the fresh air gush in, buffeting her lightly freckled face. “Cover for me, m’kay?”

Now realizing her friend was joking, April’s feline tail began to flick around the air frantically, “Huh!? W-W-What about the Heistress! Your Mom! I-I don’t want to lie to her, she scares me!”

“Thanks for having my back!” Martial artist prodigy swept her ass onto the window sill, her hair done into a ponytail swayed in the wind. “Speaking of backs..” She shared one final smirk with an added wink, “Be back in like a week!”

And with that, she was gone, “I’ll see you in the morning.”

Jasmine could feel the concerned stare of her friend as it bore into her back as she left their shared dorm through the window. But she knew a lot more about the Silver Samurai than her kitsune best friend, or anyone else for that matter. It took years of studying on top of the duties and assignments for her standard classes, but it was more than worth it. She researched the past known recruited and found how they trained and honed their initial fighting styles. April was correct. Becoming a member isn’t easy. One can’t just apply.

You don’t choose to become a member of the Silver Samurai.

They choose you.

And ever since Jasmine could , she has been planning to make sure they choose her. Or at least, have their eye on her potential.

Last year while studying out in the solitude of the forest, her research on the Silver Samurai was interrupted when she witnessed an attack by one. The samurai was in conflict with the Nightshade Ninja clan, and the fight was intense. The ninja managed to escape, but Jasmine saw that as her once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to show her skills to the Silver Samurai. So, when she saw an opening, she stepped in and challenged the Silver Samurai to a duel.

At first, the samurai was surprised by the intervention, but she didn’t have much time to dwell on it before Jasmine made her move. And, while she didn’t win. She managed to hold her own against the woman for a few moments before a swift and powerful counter left her stunned and defeated.

However, in that brief duel, Jasmine knew the Silver Samurai saw her potential. As she lay on the ground, her chest heaving with effort and her limbs sore, the woman who defeated her knelt down and placed a hand on her shoulder.

“You have a lot of talent, young one,” she said. “Keep working, and maybe you’ll be able to us one day.”

Those words had stayed with her for the past year. And now, it was finally time to follow through with them. As she landed gracefully in a crouch on a nearby rooftop, Jasmine took a deep breath and steadied herself. She glanced back at the grand academy walls she left, her eyes drifting up the tower to their dorm room window.

“You can do this, Jasmine,” she muttered to herself. “Go in, show off your skills, get the Silver Samurai’s attention, and bring honor to the Reyes name.”

After psyching herself up, she leapt down and continued her journey deep into the forest.

For years, the Silver Samurai has remained a shadowy organization. They’re an elite force that has been around for centuries. And for centuries, no one has ever been able to find their home base. They come and go as they please, taking on missions from the government or other high-profile clients, notably the Queen herself. And yet, very few are aware of their primary location. As it should be. It’s hard to remain a shadowy organization while being easily located.

But Jasmine had a secret weapon.

Something only her family can lay claim to.

As she rushed through the woods, her chest heaving and bouncing in tune with her strides while the soles of her bare feet thumped against the ground, she couldn’t help but place a hand on the karate belt around her slim waist.

It glowed in response, already warm to the touch.

She smirked as she altered her course and leapt into the nearby trees.

Her family heirloom.

The Belt of Focus.

ed down by her family’s long line of martial artists, the threads that make this belt imbue it with an ability that binds to its one true . Effectively taking their skill level and more than doubling it to tremendous results.

But it has a more useful ability in regards to her current goal. The reason her family is known for being incredible fighters. The strands of this belt retain all combat information from any foe fought while the belt was worn. Generations of combat techniques are stored within. It also has a unique ability that allows the wielder to track and continue the fight against anyone she previously lost to, in order to learn more combat information from them. The very reason she’s able to find where the Silver Samurai gather.

That was her family’s gift.

That was her family’s strength.

And as her fingers dug into the fabric of her karate uniform and the glowing sash beneath, Jasmine held a determined glare and dashed forward.

It took her the span of an entire day.

But she found it.

Surrounded by trees and untouched by any recent civilization stood an average-looking, worn-down cottage. But Jasmine wouldn’t be fooled. This was a place so far out in the forest that it was almost a world of its own. The home base of the Silver Samurai.

Not being invited, she knew her only option was to barge in and show her skill. But as she stood at the door, she paused and took a moment to compose herself. She needed to make a good first impression.

“Alright, Jazz. You can do this,” she muttered to herself.

Then, without any more hesitation, she burst inside.

Her entrance was loud, the sound of the door crashing into the wall echoing through the halls. But the place was completely silent. A little too silent for her liking. No sign of anyone. The interior of the cottage looked completely normal, if somewhat outdated and decrepit. There was a living room, a kitchen, a bathroom, and a bedroom. But as she walked further into the house, her feet making loud echoes against the wood floor, her eyes took note of two specific doors, and she paused her search to stand before it.

The belt around her waist warmed as it reacted to her proximity.

“This is the one,” she whispered.

The air around her felt electrified, and her hair began to stand on end as she channeled the energy emanating from the belt. As the door creaked open, the light behind it grew, and an energetic breeze crackled through the air. She was suddenly in a room far more well-kempt than the rundown, bland-looking cottage from before. The floor was bathed in reflective marble, with torches lighting the walls.

Jasmine closed her eyes, clenched her fists, and took a deep breath, feeling her chest pressing tight against the bandages they were strapped in beneath her karate tunic.

If she enters, there will be a fight.

As she exhaled, her eyes flickered open.

She’s ready.

The material artist prodigy rushed forward. Fighting and winning against of the Silver Samurai was a fool’s errand; that was obvious enough. But she didn’t need to win. She needed to prove herself. They wouldn’t kill her. Many don’t know this, but they have a code, and see ending lives only as a last resort.

If she can manage to last long enough and show that she is not just any random girl.

She can get their attention.

That was her plan.

And that’s what she did.

Jasmine dashed through the halls, her breasts bouncing and her hair bobbing as she ran. The air crackled with the energy of the belt, as it was glowing a mighty orange hue from her intense determination. It was odd that no one arrived to meet her in the halls, she expected a gauntlet as she tried to make her way to the core of the dojo. A fight that she had been preparing for since she started on this journey.

Not encountering anyone during her sprint through the long winding halls only told her that the real challenge would be once she made it to the core.

She was ready for anything.

But she wasn’t expecting this.

Her determined sprint was suddenly cut off by the loud sound of a clap that echoed and resounded with enough force to bring her sprint to a jog.

Still moving, her feet carried her around the corner of the hallway with two large wooden doors laid shut. Somewhat put off by that oddly... ‘meaty?’ spank she heard, the girl wasn’t about to let her trip and determination be whittled down by meager sounds. Behind this door would be an all-out fight as the Silver Samurai realized they had an unwelcome guest.

Giving a deep breath, Jasmine raised her fist which gave a faint radiant glow as she channeled the focus from her belt into it.

She’s going to leave a lasting impression.

“GAHHHH~!!!”

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMFFFF

The doors blasted off their hinges and slammed into the ground, kicking up a huge cloud of dust and debris. Her chest heaving and her heart racing, Jasmine readied herself, raising her fists and widening her stance. But as the dust settled, and the room was revealed to her, the sight before her was enough to freeze her in her tracks.

“What the.. fuck...?”

The room was large, with a high ceiling, and decorated with several weapons on the walls and a wide array of training equipment. Notably, between the weapons were draped large portraits of women that were extremely important to the Silver Samurai’s history and the former leaders. She recognized one of them as an image of the Silver Samurai’s original founder, Elara Don Kensei.

But something about the sight before her made her eyes go wide and lips left open, unable to say anything as she simply couldn’t comprehend the sight.

There were dozens of naked women, all standing around the room, stroking their pussies.

“Wh-What..? What’s going on?”

The women were all gorgeous, and she could only assume that they were part of the Silver Samurai based on their figures and physiques, not a single one of them wasn’t fit, slim with athletic figures. The girls’ cunts were drenched, their pussies were practically oozing with juices as their fingers slid up and down their slits. What added to the eeriness was the complete lack of any sound whatsoever from their lips. They were all smiling, blissfully so, as if they had just witnessed the most beautiful of rainbows or had a wonderful celebration of birth. Their faces held looks of bliss and happiness while feeling utterly empty and emotionless all the same. Almost like they were dolls, puppets, or husks made to smile in place and do this obscene act.

They were masturbating in complete and total silence. Boobs were groped in pure unison, hands sliding over their bodies, their eyes staring straight ahead at nothing, strings of saliva dripped down their chins onto their perky tits as if they hadn’t swallowed in hours.

Now that she had a better look, their eyes had an unnatural glow to them, that glow coming from their irises. Within their pupils were spirials that all moved in exact sync. They continued to swirl with no end in sight while they touched themselves, their smiles empty and their minds blank.

“Oh gods...”

She had no idea what to think.

The girl was at a loss for words. She didn’t know how to react. All the training and research she had done, all the stories and tales of the Silver Samurai... nothing prepared her for this. All their , the ones legends were made of, the strongest and most powerful woman to ever live, were reduced to this? What the hell was happening?

No.

This couldn’t be all of them.

The leaders. The founders.

Those were the faces on those portraits. Those are the ones that could handle all of this. Even if some kind of spell befell the warriors of the Silver Samurai, as long as the leaders were standing there’s still a chance that this nightmare before her could be settled.

Or maybe...

This is all a part of a test of some kind...

Jasmine stepped forward, approaching one of the mindless smiling women, her fingers buried in her soaking wet pussy, her nipples erect, one pointing directly ahead, the other being pinched furiously.

She waved a hesitant hand in front of the woman’s face.

Nothing.

Not a blink, a flinch, or even a shift in her breathing.

“Um, excuse me..?”

Again, nothing.

Jasmine gave the woman’s stomach a nudge with her finger. Then did so again on her arm.

The woman didn’t move. She just stared directly forward, eyes seemingly going through and around Jasmine. Those irises of hers had that spiral which glowed ominously, never ceasing in its swirl. Looking closer, Jasmine noticed that the spiral seemed to be akin to a glowing spirit. As if it were physically residing in her eyes, preventing all thought or sight from going through to her brain.

Jasmine gulped.

“H-Hello? Excuse me? Can you see me?” She again waved a hand right before her eyes, then even poked her chin.

The woman didn’t respond, and the smile didn’t leave her face. Even as Jasmine tilted her head to the left and right, the woman remained staring directly in the direction she left her. Like she isn’t even a person, just a doll free to be maneuvered.

“O-Okay, um...” She looked around, feeling intimidated by the sheer number of women in the exact same state and position as the one before her. “I’m going to slap you... you’re obviously under some spell.”

Again, nothing.

No reaction whatsoever.

“Okay, then...” Her palm rose and then came down upon the woman’s cheek with a firm SMACK

The woman’s face shifted to the left, but otherwise, she didn’t even flinch. She continued to stroke her pussy and rub her tit, the only thing moving was her arm and fingers, doing so as if her brain had gone entirely blank. All while smiling like an absolute idiot.

“Crap...”

Jasmine turned and looked back at the entrance, the doors she blew off their hinges now laying flat on the floor, the frame where they once sat still intact and not a single sign of anyone being alerted to her intrusion.

Should she get help?

Her gaze then shifted up across the walls. Back to the portraits of the Silver Samurai’s founders.

Someone needs to know what’s going on. Especially someone as powerful and legendary as Elara. If she can somehow bring any of the original leaders here, and let them see the state their organization has fallen to, they can come up with a plan to reverse whatever is going on.

That’s a rather immature idea though. There isn’t any way someone like her could the founders. But she had to do something!

They’re the only hope for...

GASP

Jasmine felt the wind escape her lungs, as her eyes grew wider than before, pupils dilating at what she saw.

The grand scrolls, the images of the Silver Samurai’s former leaders, and founders, held something she failed to notice before.

Strung up before each portrait were the founders themselves.

Luna. Kira. and Aria.

Each of them were held aloft by dark tendrils, it was hard to even understand what they were. It wasn’t rope, it wasn’t magical changes of any kind. It appeared like they were shadows... as in actual darkness was holding these women aloft. Their own shadows turned into binds keeping them strung in place before their respective portraits.

Even worse, the tendrils seemed to be pumping some white liquid into all of their holes. The shadows are able to mold into any size. Jasmine saw the darkness in the shape of a male’s genitals. Literal penises filled each hole, their mouths, one between their legs, another between their ass cheeks.

As if that weren’t enough degradation, their ears and noses weren’t spared, just serving as more holes to be filled. The white liquid was gushing in them to the brim, leaking and dripping down their bodies in thick globs as if they were milk dispensers. The darkness even formed what looked like hands made out of shadow. Hands that were groping each of the leader’s pairs of boobs, literally milking them as, after some kneading, they were leaking white liquids of their own.

Jasmine was left completely dumbfounded.

It was a lot for her mind to take in.

Her jaw hung open, her eyes wide and blinking rapidly.

She read about all three of the former and current leaders.

All the information on them was just rumors, but the legends were that these three women were the most powerful the Silver Samurai had to offer. Luna was said to be a genius warrior, a woman who could take down armies by herself. With the others being leaders whose portraits are directly beside her’s, it’s safe to say they all scale similarly in skill and ability.

“What the fuck is going on here!?” Jasmine staggered back, bumping her head against the tits of the woman still masturbating behind her. The woman’s head remained looking off to the left from the previous slap. Her mind was nothing but a husk; moving her head to look forward again would require her mind to be conscious.

Jasmine’s face whirled around, trying to make sense of the situation. She noticed that the original founder, Elara, wasn’t strung up with the other leaders.

Okay. That’s good then...

She felt the rising rate of her breathing calm somewhat knowing that Elara wasn’t subjected to the same fate as the others, strung up and being milked and stuffed like animals.

How could she? If the former leaders were unbeatable samurai, Elara is simply on a level that can’t even be described. As long as she’s standing, hope is far from lost.

The question is getting Elara’s attention somehow. There’s no way the literal creator of the Silver Samurai isn’t going to be made aware of what is happening to her own organization. She has to be around somewhere or on her way here.

And if she’s on her way, Jasmine might as well try to meet her, or help by informing others. This is something that could even bring her mother out of retirement.

Mom could snap sense into this with a single punch if she has her belt on!

Suddenly, behind the small pedestal located near the back of the room and beneath the portrait of Elara, a void of darkness expanded out of the shadows. Like a portal of sorts.

WWwwwmmmmmmppfff

“So you literally are the definition of darkness itself? Like literally are shadows?” A male voice began to exude from the darkness, “I thought you were just some magic chick pretending to be darkness or some shit.”

The source of the voice stepped out of the shadows, his body average in stature and lean, his clothes baggy. He looked to be in his mid to early twenties. Behind him, the dark portal formed into a feminine shape. Ghostly in appearance, as she did have legs, arms, a very thin waist, and round hips, she even had a noticeable roundness near her bust that bounced as she walked.

But even with that, her form consisted entirely of darkness, like shadows in the form of a woman. Her feet didn’t touch the ground but faded into the shadows of whichever object was closest by. She had long flowing hair that faded out into the shadows of all nearby things. Including the tendrils that were holding, pumping, fucking, and milking the lofted leaders before their portraits.

“I am truly a being of twilight and darkness itself. I am the spirit of shadows.” The darkness said, despite being pure shadows, her face held two cold glowing white eyes, inside of which was an ever-present spiral that spun in tune with all the women masturbating. “But if you prefer to think of me as a mere ‘magic chick’, Lord Drax... then please do so. I can take whatever form you desire. I am Twilight.”

“Whatever. I’m just glad you’re not talking like some creepy esper anymore.” Drax said, clearly not paying much mind to her, holding a short attention span. “Are they running out of juice?” He asked, pointing up to the leaders, talking as if they were mere livestock.

“The cum you filled into the shadows is running dry... If you wish you may fuck me some more...”

“Sure, why not.” He shrugged, “I can go again.”

Without missing a beat, the darkness, the shadows, Twilight, bent over and shook her large shadowy bubble butt before Drax. Her arms folded over a table that formed out of nothing, the shadows bending into the shape of as she wiggled her ass (an ass that seemed to grow stable in shape, reaching the perfectly fuckable size). “Do as you wish...” She said

“Oh, I will.” He dropped his pants. “You’ve got a really nice ass... for a shadow.”

Twilight’s white spiraling eyes glowed ominously, the feminine face turned to the side arms still on the table she formed out of herself, the darkness. “Thank you, my lord. I possess no facial features other than the spirit orbs I use for eyes. But if I could, I would smile at the compliment. I live to please you. Please tell me if my ass should be larger or smaller to fit your liking.”

Drax’s penis was long, Jasmine found herself hiding behind a pillar as she watched him approach and grab Twilight’s large ass, spreading her cheeks and revealing the darkness’s anus and pussy. Or what should be there; instead, only darkness was found between. “I have no idea where your holes are by the way..”

“My apologies, my lord, I am taking the form of a woman’s anatomy, my body is molded to match, but I cannot display holes. Please insert where you believe the hole to be; the darkness will give way to make room for your large cock.”

“Alright. Sounds like you’re made of some pretty cool stuff. I bet you’re gonna feel real good.” He then thrust his hips and plunged his dick into Twilight’s asshole. “Nngh... It’s still fucking hilarious how easily I controlled you!”

“Indeed... It is... hilarious... I truly believed you to be beneath me, so much so I was immune to your tricks... but... you are the one with the power to control any woman.” She spoke, her voice never shifting from the monotonous drone. Despite her shadow-like form thrusting from the force of the cock penetrating her, she was unaffected. “You are the ultimate alpha.... all women are inferior to you... You. You are the one true ruler... I was foolish enough to take a feminine form. This is the reward you gain for my foolishness...”

“D-Damn right!” Drax began thrusting away at Twilight, the sounds of flesh hitting and slapping against darkness echoed in the empty hall. It made an odd sound, a mystic like reverting ripple. The shadowy cheeks of twilight rippled and distorted, her ass jiggled from the motions, the darkness around her bubbling as it took the force of the thrusts.

“Fuck yeah!”

Jasmine watched from behind the pillar.

This was it.

This was the cause.

A part of Jasmine wanted to be the hero, to run in and stop this disgusting man from his filthy acts. But she wasn’t a fool. She knew what handing herself on a silver platter looked like, and she had no intentions of doing something so idiotic. What a shadow-like woman, she isn’t even sure what that... ‘thing’ is, whatever it was, it was somehow obedient to him. And from what she heard, even the darkness believed it to be above whatever spell is going on. If that... darkness.. shadow... whatever it was could be put under this spell, Jasmine knew she wouldn’t fare much better.

Her eyes darted to the open doorway, back to the darkness and the man, and again to the door.

She can’t fight him, but she can still find help for the Silver Samurai.

“Okay f-fuck!” The man grunted; he leaned down over the slender back of Twilight, his hands gripping the ‘table’ to himself, and his hips bucking wildly, clapping and rippling the big bubble butt of darkness. “I never thought I’d fuck a shadow...fff..feels like fucking water. But solid. Jiggly? FFFFfff.....Mmmmm...”

“Is my body pleasing to you, Lord Drax?” Twilight asked, her voice void and mindless.

“It’s alright, yeah.” He reached a hand around her to grope a boob, “You got nice jugs too,”

“Thank you, my Lord. I can be whatever you need, a hole, a woman, an ass, a tit, anything. The shadows are yours to command.” She droned, uncaring to the hand singing in and manhandling her tits.

“Fuuuuuck!” Drax let out a final grunt, and a few more pumps later, he shot a thick load inside the darkness.

Twilight’s ass rippled and buckled once more. Her body taking the semen like a shadow would. She took the full load and then stood back up when Drax removed himself. “Please cum as you wish, the shadows shall carry the seed throughout the darkness and feed your toys.” She droned, her ass absorbing all the white ropes of cum into nothingness as if it never happened.

As Jasmine was making a concerted effort to sneak her way over to the doorway, she nearly shrieked but managed to stop herself as she saw a large stream of white thick cum flowing through the shadow of the pillar she was crawling too. The semen that the man filled that darkness woman with, is literally flowing through the shadows of the room. He came inside of the shadows themselves.

“Fuck yeah. This is the life..” He sighed, wiping his brow and turning around. Gazing over his collection.

Jasmine quickly ducked out of sight, pressing her back against the pillar and holding her breath. Her heart was racing, and her eyes wandered through the shadows; she could see the white semen appear and disappear as it flowed from shadow to shadow. Eventually appearing near the tendrils that were holding up the founders. Like before, the women continued to be pumped with more cum, filling their holes with the fresh jizz, replacing the old.

“Heh, not bad.” He pulled his pants up, watching the cum that he just filled the darkness with get pumped into his collection of women. “Serves those bitches right. They could have just left me alone. Damn idiots throwing themselves at me.” He glanced over to Twilight, who was standing up beside him, traces of white seed dripping from between her fat cheeks, completely contrasting the darkness. “You’re one, too. You could’ve just.. you know... not gotten involved.”

“Of course... but I believed you to be nothing more than a speck in my grand plans to coat the realms in eternal twilight. You were a mere stepping stone, and I would have loved to destroy you and absorb you into my nothingness.” She droned, her mindlessness and obedience forcing her to be utterly honest.

Drax crossed his arms, looking the curvy spirit up and down, “Hmf, who gave you lip?”

“I—” Twilight spoke, only to get interrupted.

“Shut up. And become mindless.” He pointed at her, and as he did, her glowing eyes flickered. The ever-present spiral in her eyes shrank and spun in place, her body slouching, stiffening, and her hands dropped to her sides. Just like the army of smiling women, Twilight stared directly ahead, eyes spiraling, but otherwise, she remained utterly motionless. The shadows didn’t ripple like some spiritual dark magic; they just remained rigid, unmoving, lifeless.

“Good girl.” He gave her ass a spank, the darkness rippling and the shadowy figure responding in no way other than the bounce of her ass. “Now, throne.” He snapped a finger.

In response, the shadows that were Twilight shifted and rose, forming the shape of a chair. As they took shape, the blackness turned into a more solid substance, it was like the shadows themselves were being made physical. She formed into that of a grandiose throne, her white swirling eyes at the face of it, gazing ahead but still mindless. Her shadowy body became the very material the seat was made out of.

Drax sat on the throne and sighed, resting his head on a fist as he looked over the room. “Footrest,” He said, pulling his feet up in preparation.

Twilight responded. The shadows shifted and molded themselves, becoming a footrest as well. Twilight’s eyes remained on the back of the seat, the darkness and shadows around, extensions of her will, serving as the footrest he commanded.

“Thanks... but, uh...” Drax hummed, overlooking his collection of women masturbating and smiling in sync.

He snapped his fingers a few times while in thought. All the while, Jasmine hid behind that pillar with her back against it, her eyes looking off into the distance of the doorway and freedom.

“Bitch.” He snapped a finger, “Get a cup.”

Another snap, and from the darkness, a cup formed right on the armrest for his convenience. “Right, and a drink. Come on slave, get me some of that milk. Uh.. the busty one. What’s her name? L-L....Luna? Right, her’s.”

Still hiding, Jasmine felt her fists and teeth clenching as one at this man’s audacity. Not even ing the name of one of the most powerful and important women alive!? Elara needs to arrive and put this scum in his place!

Twilight was silent. She didn’t speak. Instead, she moved; her shadows shifted and warped. A tendril emerged from the back of the chair.

It stretched over and slithered across the floor like a snake, the shadows fading and solidifying into a tendril of darkness. It slithered until it was directly above the cup and then formed into a water faucet. Turning itself on, a small stream of milk squirted into the glass.

“That’s the stuff.” He took the glass and sipped.

GULP GULP GULP GULP GULP GULP

“Haaaaaaaaaaaaah.” He exhaled after his sip, leaning back on the chair. With closed eyes, he yawned, “I’m hot. Fan.”

The shadows obeyed, Twilight’s tendrils moving like a living snake and forming into the shape of a mechanical fan stationed neatly on a small round table, also made out of the same shadowy darkness. It was like the darkness was taking shapes and becoming matter. The shadows turned to physical and solid, and yet they were still shadows.

Jasmine had to hold her hand over her mouth and bite down on her finger as she saw the tendrils moving and acting on the command of this man. He literally controlled the very darkness itself. How could anyone fight that? How could anyone be immune?

She needs to get out of here and find help.

Now.

The fan blew cold wind. Creating an audible hum that droned over the faint sounds of the three leaders gulping down loads upon loads of cum through all their holes.

Jasmine carefully scanned her eyes over towards the throne. Drax yawned, and Twilight continued to move the fan side to side, helping to cool the man down.

This was her chance.