Collide Gamer

Maximillian stared, slack-jawed, at the gathered might before him.

Right beside John, in the doorframe, stood Jane and Aclysia. Incorporeal, but notable to eyes as magically developed as that of the gravity king, were his six elementals. Behind the three at the front stood, in a loose cluster of flirtatiously mingling haremettes, Nia, Metra, Scarlett, Lorelei, Lee, Delicia, Claire, Hailey, Ehtra, Moira, Momo, Beatrice and Nahoa.

“This much?” the gravity king croaked.

“The rest send their sincere regrets that they cannot join us,” the Gamer revealed, biting back a smug smirk in favour of a purely serious cadence. “With Krieg having put us on thin ice, we reckoned it best not deploy any goddesses on foreign soil, even if invited, so Nathalia, Eliana and Gale have to stay here. Lyndell too, because we weren’t certain how they would classify her.”

Obviously, Eliana was actually staying at home because she was no longer allowed to enter combat zones, but he was leaving the timing of announcing her pregnancy to friends and public to her.

“What about… your other maid?” Maximillian asked vaguely.

John just smiled. Fianna was a secret he had shared with few. Maximillian was one of them, because it was difficult to have co-harem barbecues while hiding one of them existing. He had hidden the fact that she was the White Tiger’s chosen, though. If it ever came to blows between the two emperors, they both knew that Maximillian would leak all but private matters to Romulus. John usually tried not to strain his friend’s loyalties by telling him about things that would disadvantage his sovereign.

The one thing that he did know, and had amicably kept, was John’s closeness to Lu Zhi. When it came to John having a secret haremette specializing in espionage, that was something he was willing to risk reaching enemy ears. Causing paranoia in the enemy was almost worth as much as actually infiltrating them.

“This… is a lot of firepower,” Maximillian said very slowly.

“Good.” Irielz was now behind him. “I want to see this stamped out in totality swiftly and brutally, if necessary.” There was a bloodthirstiness beneath her calm tone that, really, only a pregnant woman securing her unborn child’s future could have.

Her husband’s eyes hardened after her declaration. “I suppose it’s best to overshoot in matters like this.”

John agreed with a nod. “I’ll be following your lead for all of this,” he assured. “They are your countrymen. Whatever you need to make sure people know that I am not just some foreign mercenary keeping them down, I will provide.”

“You are still fairly popular in Bohemia, at least,” Maximillian said and rubbed his chin. “I’ll come up with something.”

“Good… then I will see you over there.”

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The Wings of Servitude 2, to be referred to as Servitude 2 for brevity, was, in all aspects, the superior of its predecessor.

It was gargantuan. Airplanes were never small, especially not the private jet kind, but this one would outcompete even the largest commercial variants. It was 80 metres long, 27 metres tall, and had a wingspan of over 85 metres. Four engines were set along the wings. Two rows of windows hinted at the two-stories hidden inside.

And indeed there were 2 stories, both of them engineered with more than enough space to stand straight comfortably. Removing the majority of space relegated to luggage and service freed up enough for a large number of other luxuries. Also, the fact that they had, justly, decided to only integrate a single, oversized bedroom. It was still small by their standards, but it was enough.

Everything inside the airplane was simultaneously efficient and luxurious. From the bar to the kitchen, over the various leisure rooms, everything had been designed with the large and yet limited space in mind. Unlike cars, who could fly under the mundane radar fairly easily, planes were not equipped with any enchantments that increased the dimensions of the inside. Abyssal airport infrastructure was simply not developed enough to avoid mundane means of parking them.

Not that they needed the extra space. The bus did, to accommodate the almost 30 people strong harem. In fact, John considered an upgrade to the bus or a second one if they had simply reached the limits of current technology. The airplane, however, was fine as it was. The closest equivalent in commercial airspace had seats for 500 to 800 people. This adjusted version easily had the capacity for less than thirty.

Courtesy of who the gift was from, the decorations were all noticeably more French than what John would have gone for. That being said, it was the nice French style from the absolutism time and not the modern steel and glass cages that everyone liked to build.

Once they had boarded the plane, Aclysia and Beatrice disappeared into the cockpit and the rest of the harem scattered out into their individual corners. “Good job on pretending to be people,” John said to the trio left with him: Momo, Delicia and Claire.

“””Thank you, Master,””” they said in unison.

John had given them the simple instruction not to stand out and to behave like their regular selves would in case it was necessary, while they were out in public. With that condition cleared, they all returned to their brainwashed programming. Placid smiles sat beneath vacant gazes, a sparkle of arousal away from being unnerving.

Honestly speaking, the Gamer wasn’t sure what to do with them. Usually, he employed hypnosis when he had an idea for it. However, as the dom, he did not have the luxury to just do what he wanted. With the privilege of their trust came the duty of granting their desires.

“Follow,” he said and wandered down the centrally connecting corridor, until he found an empty room. It was a smaller one, inside it just a bench, a wall-mounted TV, and some bolted down wooden furniture. A private retreat for video calls and the like, most likely.

It served John’s purposes just right.

“Undress,” the Gamer ordered his trio of pretty dolls.

“””Yes, Master, we will undress,””” they responded with mindless bliss. Maid uniforms were swiftly absorbed back into the bodies of their wearers, revealing dripping wet pussies. Even pretending to be themselves had aroused them, little hypno sluts that they were.

“So gorgeous,” he muttered to himself, feasting his eyes on the spread. Momo with her flat chest and wide hips was a pear-shaped marvel of the human form. Of course, the same was true for Claire, who shared much of the same silhouette, though her breasts were small rather than borderline non-existent. Delicia, standing between them, was obscenely endowed by comparison… and just objectively. A woman of 151 centimetres with F-cups was just a biological marvel, especially with how gravity-defyingly firm they were.

What to do with them? The question still hung between them. When he had no particularly interesting idea, he went with a couple of the classics of mind control.

“Claire, you are my devoted puppet,” he spoke with the kind of authority only consensual mind control imbued. “There is nothing in your life more important than fulfilling my every whim. You get something more powerful than physical stimulation out of serving me: raw, mental bliss. The rapture of being my demure, obedient servant is all the purpose you need.”

As he spoke a degree of will flowed back into Claire’s eyes, her mind accepting her new reality. “Of course, Master,” she responded in a graceful, even tone. “Your pleasure is my rapture.”

“Delicia,” John focused on the next woman, “you are not even a person.” Months of BDSM training had the alchemist drop to all fours immediately. “That is the correct response. You are something between a pet and a piece of furniture. There are no thoughts in your head. The only stimulus left to you is pleasure and you will experience perpetual orgasms from being useful to me.”

Delicia was as still as a footstool, blankly staring ahead. A press of the button removed the clothes from John’s body. A second later, he put his foot on Delicia’s head. An irrepressible cry tore from her lips as a sudden and powerful climax trembled through her, her submissive kinks brought to an immediate conclusion by the lustful magic imbued in her Master’s voice.

“Momo.” John stared at the last of the trio. “Once I clap my hands, you will behave as you normally would…” A subtle, disappointed exhale left the fairy maid through the nose. “…except…” Immediately she stood a tiny bit straighter. “…you will find that whenever I thrust into you, you lose intelligence. The stupider you get, the hornier you get, until you become just a bimbo craving my cum. When I am not fucking you, your intelligence will gradually return. You will slowly put one and one together, but you will find yourself craving the simple bliss of your bimbofied state.”

Momo let his words hang in the air for a moment, before responding, “Yes, Master. Sex with you will make me stupid and horny and I will return to being smart when you are not having sex with me. I will crave being made stupid and horny by you. I will be a bimbo.”

“Good… and, of course, you will not initially recall that I gave you these orders. You won’t even suspect hypnosis is the reason for any of this. You will just believe it’s part of your body now.”

“Yes, Master, I will not remember, will not suspect, and will believe it is natural for me to be turned into a stupid, horny bimbo by having sex with you.”

“Wonderful.” John clapped his hands.

Momo shook her head, as if she had just broken through the surface of the water. “Urgh, really?” she asked. “I ask you to mind control me for a whole day once and all I get is a little taste? What, can’t get it up for the hypno-girls?”

“Oh, it’s up,” John pushed back.

“What, that… tiny thing?” Momo’s attempt at sass fell a bit short, what with his cock being erect and all that. “Okay, it’s big! But you’re just going to cum within seconds anyway.”

“Good, that means you’re earning being put back under quicker.” John put an arm around Claire’s waist, causing the servant to giggle demurely, all while still grinding his heel against the top of Delicia’s head. “How about it, I put you against the wall for a bit of fun.”

“…Whatever.” Momo flipped back her left sidelock for a moment. It naturally fell back into position, the blunt ends framing her white face gorgeously. “You have two other dolls to use, who you were nice enough to actually mind control, brain tease.”

“Well, you seem wet enough for fun.” John trailed over her wet slit with just the tip of his middle finger. She continued to drip and threw her head back in a near orgasm from the brush over her exposed clit. Though her surface thoughts were deluded into thinking nothing was going on, her subconscious knew and surrendered.

“Why am I so…” Momo muttered, the beginnings of suspicions she was hypnotized after all rising and dying as soon as that hypnosis quieted her active mind. “…Fine!” she spat out. “I guess I am a little horny!”

“That’s what I thought,” John purred and pulled the naked fairy along. Her wings had been dismissed with her uniform, leaving her slender back revealed in its entirety when he bent her over the drawer. He lost no time, pushing his cock into her.

“Ah!” Momo cried out. “Wow… one thrust and not yet done? That’s a record.”

John rolled his eyes and went for the second thrust. He went for a very slow pace, wanting the brain drain to be gentle at first. Then again, he had very little actual control over it. How dumb she made herself was up to Momo’s interpretation, which in turn meant she would do it at whatever pace she found the hottest. This was why John loved consensual mind control.

“How quickly do you think we can conquer Hawaii?” he asked.

“Really? Right now?” Momo asked. “Can’t you put a bit more motion in this instead? Like, I can barely feel you.”

“Yes, right now,” John grunted.

“The problem with Hawaii is that, as far as I am aware, they have no centralized leadership. In that sense, conquest will be pretty -mhm-…”

“Can barely feel it, huh?”

“Shaddup! Anyway, in that sense our conquest will be difficult. What eases the matter is how, you know, small Hawaii is. The archi…archiple… the island chain should be pretty easy to, like, survey.”

“I completely agree,” John said, his thrusts accelerating notably. Momo’s plump derriere was made to jiggle like it was meant to. “Anything there we have to look out for?”

“You know, the powerful thingy.” Momo shook her head, perhaps trying to keep her brain cells from leaving. “The leyline, I mean. There’ll be, like, a bunch of stupid obstacles from Natural Barriers. There’ll also be some stupid gross weirdos who are totally going to use their Awakened power to be all annoying and stuff.”

John laughed at the accelerating drift of her language, manifesting clearly in her tone. Where she had spoken with crisp confidence before, she now had a feminine, airheaded lilt that was slowly taking over.

“Why’re you, like, laughing at me?” she complained. “You asked me a question, when all I wanted in my tsunny heart was to, like, get railed, you know? Oh, oh… your sexy big dick is making me feeeeeeeel so goooooood! Like, you’re soooooo goooood, like, oh my Master! It’s a party in my pussy or something!”

“That’s a way to put – IT!” John slammed against her ass, flattening it for a brief moment, before resuming his thrusts at an even quicker pace. “Anything else about Hawaii?”

“I l-like foooooood from Hawaii, I thiiiiiink?!” Momo was totally replaced by a brainless bimbo now, yet her intelligence continued to drop. “Oh, like, wait, I don’t -ah- eat! You know, except, like, your cock! I am eating that with aaaaall my lips, Master. Master. That’s suuuuuch a sexy, like, word.”

“Do you feel good, Momo?”

“I feeeeeell sooooooooo goooooooooood!” she cried every word as the clapping of his hips on her ass reverberated in the small room. “I hope Master, like, enjoys this fat ass I got juuuuuuust for him. I know you, like, made me more slender and stuff buuuuuut I just neeeeeeded a thick butt, like, to lure you back in because I, like, left you and stuff. Best-worst decision of my life, like, totally!”

John just groaned in agreement. The time he and Momo had spent apart had let them both develop as people. Now, she was swinging her hips back at him, voluntarily under his control, knowing that she was free to break it. It made it all so much better. “I’m going to cum,” he groaned.

“Oooooh and you could, like, tota-ah-ly knock me uuuuup, Master!” the bimbofied maid blabbered. “Put all your white thingies in my babymaker, like, because you can do that now! ‘Course you won’t ‘cause I’m a silly subby bimbo that knows her place! No breeding for me until the, uh… the… many others get it first! But you could! Awesome Master is the only one who can breed these holes he owns!”

It hadn’t occurred to him that this was really the first time he was fucking an Artificial Spirit of his that could end in a child if he wanted it to. The toggle, just a flick of his mind and the tap of a button away, was tempting him immensely. Knowing that he could was more than enough to defeat the urge to actually do it.

“Master is, like, the perfect stud! Cock is so hot. Amazing! My horny holes are all Master’s! Cum in your property, like, please? Please!” Momo had devolved to barely managing to string 7 words together. All of her mind was dedicated to keeping her hips swinging back at him. Her eyes had long since rolled up, her tongue lolled past her impossibly pink lips.

Incapable of holding on for another second, John thrust into the bimbo maid one more time, then let go. An enormous load pumped into her insides, filling the court of her womb with his baby batter. What had been ornamental before now could, by the means of his ridiculous magic, become the nest of another one of his children.

The thought sent John into a world of bliss that had him entirely absorbed for a stretch that must have been seconds but felt like minutes. All of it was accompanied by the airheaded, ecstatic scream of his brainless cocksleeve. Pussy walls clamped down on him in wild spasms, milking every drop he had to offer.

“Thaaaaaaaaaaanksh, Mashterrrrrrrr,” Momo slurred.

“No, thank you,” John responded with a huge grin. Unable to resist, he had to ask. “Hey, what’s 4 times 4?”

“Uhhhhh…” Momo was not getting any dumber, but her intelligence didn’t recover either while he was still inside her. “Momo’s for fucking, not thinking?” she pleaded.

In that moment, she was so right.