At dawn, the party left their weapons hidden in the brush along with their tents, supplies, and their clothes.

“All of the sorceress’s slaves are kept naked and exposed for their queen. They wear nothing on their bodies except for their slave rings,” Nidra explained as she led them through a small gulch in the valley. “We must blend in.”

Torvos followed the human closely, while Breah, Grion, and Koth kept pace from behind. He glanced down at Nidra’s cute human butt pumping with every step, supposing there were certain benefits to having to go nude.

The gully funneled into a small trench that pushed farther south into the sorceress’s territory. Torvos stepped along the trench and suddenly felt a wave of pressure, as if he was walking under a rushing waterfall. He steeled himself and pushed on. The ethereal current disappeared. He looked up, and he shook his head in bewilderment.

Standing in front of him, where there had only been grass and sky before, stood a mighty black tower, half constructed, stretching up from a square base lined with stone parapets. A smaller, but equally impressive palace of sandstone and granite stood just beyond the unfinished tower.

“Unbelievable!” Grion muttered, staring at the hidden fortress. “I’ve patrolled this gulch dozens of times, how could I have missed this monstrosity right in front of me?”

“Let me guess,” Nidra said, cocking her hip. “Every time you tried to cross the gulch, you somehow ended up on the same side you started, confused about how you got there?”

Grion’s only answer was a frustrated snort. Near the base of the tower, the group could see a team of slaves working to move a block of obsidian the size of a small hill, their bodies struggling against the leather yokes they wore around their chests and necks. Nidra led them across the field towards the work site.

“Try to walk in step, one foot after the other,” she warned. “Remember, you must act like slaves unless you want to become one for real.”

They marched into an empty workyard, ringed with short, earthen walls. After ensuring they weren’t being watched, Torvos called his team to the wall as they peered at the laboring group of slaves on the other side.

Harnessed to a giant block of obsidian was a team of minotaurs and human men. Each of them moved in complete unison, their faces blank and their eyes pointing forward, fixated on a tall, curvy human woman with mahogany-colored skin. The woman wore the coin-sized gold plates on her breasts, as well as a small garment over her hips, but no weapons. She was brandishing her wide, plump backside at the slaves, bouncing her hips to a sultry rhythm.

“One and two and three and PULL!...and one and two and three and PULL!” she chanted, shaking her hips in time to the beat. “Come on, boys! Do you want a piece of this tasty, fat booty or not?”

The men groaned in frustration and heaved the giant stone along a track of fallen logs another inch.

“Remember, the first of you big, strong guys that can spank my yummy ass gets to do whatever they want with me tonight! Wouldn’t you love to hit the lounge after this and slide your hard, needy pricks between these cheeks?”

She turned to one of the minotaurs staring at her with furious lust in his eyes.

“That goes for all you bulls, too,” she said, flicking her tongue at the minotaur lewdly.

Another roar of agony rose from the slaves, sweat pouring down their faces.

“Come on, don’t slack it!” She twerked her ass. “And one and two and three and PULL! And one and two and three and PULL!”

The males near the front of the pack strained against their straps, leaning all their weight in reaching out for the ripe display bouncing in front of them. They yanked and pulled, desperate to close the last few inches between them and the slave driver’s body.

Another inch…

Another inch…

With the men’s hands reaching for her ripe butt, the girl yawned theatrically and walked a single wide pace forward.

The men cried in desperation.

"Awww… don’t worry, guys!” she teased. “You have all day to try, try, try again!”

Torvos and the rest of his team looked on in fascinated horror.

“Why do they not mutiny, snap their bonds, and overpower the women slaves?” Grion muttered.

“Oh, they can’t even think of anything like that,” Nidra answered. “The slave rings make sure of it. They hum with Anuhkara’s power and keep anyone with a penis completely stupefied, incapable of using their brains except to carry out the whims of the sorceress.”

"Sheer evil,” Grion said, shaking his horns and turning to his brother. “Right, Koth?”

“Uh…right!” Koth said, tearing his eyes away from the thick slave driver’s bouncing booty. “…evil.”

Breah suddenly smacked Torvos in the arm. “Torvos, look there! It’s him!”

Torvos followed Breah’s finger to the crowd of slaves. There was Forin, grinning stupidly, his muscles bulging as he put all his strength into pulling the huge block. His eyes were magnetized to the slave driver’s dancing motions, all semblance of thought drained from his face.

“We must rescue him!” Torvos said, leaping to his feet. He had no weapon, his horns would have to do.

“No! You’ll blow our cover!” Breah scolded. “We must find Anuhkara’s weakness first, then we can rescue him easily.”

“Halt! What are you lot doing?”

A rich, feminine voice with a thick accent called out from behind them. The group turned to see the tall, naked torso of a woman atop the legs and body of a charcoal gray horse. A centaur guard trotted forward, her silver hair matching her coat, her body clad only in the golden nipple plates on her full breasts.

“The maintenance squad was called in ten minutes ago! Did you get lost?” She looked suspiciously at Breah. “Why haven’t you two brought in your bulls?”

“There was a fight!” Nidra said, stepping forward. She pointed to Grion and Koth. “Between those two! We had to calm them down and explain the Blessings of the Queen to them.”

The centaur smiled, her eyes distant and dreamy. She trotted closer to the group, her human form towering above them. “Yes…there are many Blessings from the Queen, don’t you agree, bulls?”

The centaur lowered her chest, shaking and jiggling her breasts just above the minotaurs’ heads. None of the males had to fake their astonishment.

“C’mon! Let’s get you back to the rest of your group. I hear Sulayla is performing at the lounge tonight,” she threw a wink to Grion. “Won’t that be fun?”

The lady centaur cantered around and made her way to the small path where a squad of slaves was marching back to the palace, ushered by female guards on either side.

“Quick!” Nidra told them, “We can fall in line with the other slaves and get into the palace unseen!”

The group jumped to their feet. Torvos stopped and looked back at Forin, now stepping out of his harness and preparing to march back with his group.

“You all go on without me!” he ordered. “I won’t leave my brother alone. I’ll go with Forin’s group and try to break the spell he’s under.”

“You won’t be able to!” Nidra scolded. “The sorceress’s power is inescapable!”

Torvos snorted dismissively. “You were able to escape by accident! I’ll do the same and scratch out the runes from his cock ring. That should work.”

“If you don’t get captured before then,” Breah warned. “It’s too risky. Let me come with you!”

“No! Too many people will draw suspicion. Go with the others and do as Nidra tells you. We will meet back here at sunrise tomorrow morning. Keep your guard up!”

Torvos wrapped his arms around his holstaur mate and exchanged a passionate kiss. Nidra glanced away, her cheeks burning red. Without another word, Torvos galloped over to where the other slaves were marching into formation.

“Come on!” Nidra hurried the rest of them. “Before they catch onto us.”

Grion, Koth, and Breah quickly jogged behind Nidra, arriving at the back of the group of slaves. Nidra and Breah flanked the two males, trying to appear as if they were guarding their every step.

“Who was that centaur talking about?” Grion asked from the corner of his mouth. “Who is Sulayla, and what is the Lounge?”

“It’s supposed to be where the male slaves go to relax,” Nidra whispered. “But it’s really a glorified brainwashing chamber. The males are teased with the most lascivious displays as the female performers milk their brains right out their cocks, until there’s nothing left except blind, indolent obedience. Sulayla is Anuhkara’s chief slave, her second-in-command. She’s a powerful enchantress, maybe even more powerful than Anuhkara herself, but still, the sorceress has her firmly under her spell.”

Before Nidra could say anymore, the group arrived at the gates of the palace. The silver-haired centaur turned and held up her arms.

“Break ranks!” She ordered. “Ladies to their barracks. You lucky men, off to the lounge!”

The slaves began to peel off based on gender. Breah threw the minotaurs a desperate look.

“We can’t split up again!” She hissed.

“We have no choice!” Nidra responded. “We’ll have to regroup again after the men are done in the lounge.”

“Don’t worry about us!” Grion said, proudly. “We are stronger than these puny slaves. No matter what, we’ll keep our heads. Right, Koth?”

“Uh, of course!” Koth replied a little too quickly.

Breah sighed but reluctantly joined Nidra as the women were swept down the hallway to the left, the males to the right. She glanced around at the different human, holstaur, and elven women next to her, all of them wearing the same passive, blank smiles, their breasts sporting golden discs over their nipples.

“Don’t worry,” Nidra said, risking a reassuring pat on Breah’s back. “Those two have each other. They won’t succumb for a pretty set of tits.”

The holstaur bit her lower lip, obviously not sharing her companion’s confidence. The two marched down a spiralling ramp into a ruby-red chamber lit by slow-burning torches that lined the wall. They filed into a wide antechamber that might have at one time been a bath hall but was now lined with rows of stiff cots. As soon as the women entered the room, they suddenly froze like deer.

“Good evening, ladies,” A dark voice called from the center of the room. “Hope I’m not intruding on your girl-time.”

Nidra’s face opened wide with shock.

“Oh no! Breah, run! Run, quick!!”

Abandoning all caution, Nidra bolted down the hall, silent as a cat. Breah’s heart jumped to her throat, and she turned her head back to see what had scared the small human so badly.

A blinding flash of white light filled her eyes, and Breah worried no more.

Grion and Koth followed the throng of men down a twisting beehive of tunnels that led to a small amphitheater. Several rows surrounded a stage illuminated by shafts of sunlight reflected into the room by a chain of mirrors. Flaming braziers lined the aisles while elven women glided to each one throwing handfuls of herbs and dried flowers into the flames, filling the hall with thick plumes of sultry incense. The male slaves breathed in the heady scent, letting the powerful aphrodisiacs infect their bodies and dull their minds.

As Grion and Koth entered, women adorned with gold chains and floral perfume ushered them to their seats, where they reclined back on silk cushions, their heads propped up to effortlessly view the stage below them.

“There you go, bulls,” their voluptuous attendant cooed, leaning in to fluff their pillows. Grion silently bit down as the woman’s breasts nearly knocked him in the face. A warm scent tickled Grion’s nose, making him inhale. The delicious aroma of passion-inducing herbs mixed with the woman’s sweat and pheromones shot into his brain, sending a pulse through his balls. The curvy lady reared back, her dark locks flowing over her shoulders, and gave him a knowing wink.

“You two just relax and enjoy the show,” she said, playfully flicking their hard-ons. “Let me know if you need anything.”

Grion stretched his neck, glancing at the other slaves. Most were slumped back on piles of cushions as sultry ladies walked around, gently caressing their heads and shoulders and flashing them smoldering looks. Across the aisle, a dark-skinned satyr was ogling the stupendous rack of a young nymph who was sitting in his lap, her fingers curling delicately around his ears as she bounced her breasts. Any light of intelligence in the satyr’s eyes were replaced with a mindless lust as he drooled happily down his chin. His balls were as large as ripe oranges.

Grion couldn’t help but stare as the nymph flexed her meaty ass, her cheeks lightly sandwiching the satyr’s giant cock, bouncing it with every shudder. She reached her hand behind her to fondled and tickle the satyr’s balls as she slid her butt up and down. Occasionally she would flutter her fingers up and, light as a feather, tease the satyr’s shaft until a small trickle of precum would dribble out. The satyr would grunt and tense his body, aching to cum, but then the nymph would press her finger to her plush lips and whisper.

“sssshhhh…stay calm…obey the Queen…”

The muscular satyr almost roared in frustration before his eyes rolled back in his head, his neck going limp. The nymph smiled, her eyes filled with cruel lust as she pulled the satyr up by his horn, aiming his face at her. She winked at him and then began her languorous ass strokes over his cock again, her gold-capped tits wiggling in front of his eyes, coaxing him to another edge.

“These men look like their brains have drooled out of their cocks!” Grion whispered to Koth. “Whoever this Sulayla is, we must be careful we don’t fall for her charms, too.”

“Don’t worry, brother!” Koth said with bravado. “I won’t be seduced by some skanky human stripper. And we don’t have those damned slave bands around us.”

With a thunderous drum roll, the ushers doused the torches, dimming the room except for the brightly lit stage in front of them. A band of elven musicians started playing a jaunty, rhythmic melody on sitars, flutes, and horns. In the back of the stage, Grion could make out a large shape that resembled the curvy outline of a woman, her wide hips swaying back and forth, drawing every eye in the chamber.

“Good evening, you horny, pent-up menfolk!” A voice echoed from above the stage. “The radiant Queen Anuhkara knows how you struggle. She sees how you obediently follow her every whim and how exhausting it is for you. Our great queen is generous, however. Here at the Lucky Lounge, you may shrug off your burdens for a brief time and indulge in your fantasies, your pleasures of the flesh, so that you may be renewed, ready to utterly surrender yourself to our great Queen and her grand visions of power!”

A murmur echoed through the group of men as they sleepily recited “All glory to Queen Anuhkara!” Grion and Koth mumbled along.

“Now, rest free and easy as you feast your eyes on the mighty, the irresistible, the ever-compelling Sulayla!”

In a twirl of motion, the shape in the back suddenly whipped across the polished wood, sliding into the center stage. A delicate, coffee-colored face with dazzling green eyes smiled under a head of straight, black hair, cut off evenly around the shoulders. Her long torso, clad in a shimmering gown of jewels and pearls, stood proudly on top of a wide snake’s tail, covered in amber and black scales that glimmered in the stage lights.

“Hello, all you big, beautiful…mmm…taaaassssty men!” Sulayla hissed, her long, lascivious tongue flicking the air. “You all look so strung out. So tired from those long hours of work. Let Sulayla help you reeeelllaaaaaxxxx…”

Grion’s mouth dropped open as he felt the sibilant sound of Sulayla’s voice slide through his ears and into his cock. Even without working cock rings, Grion could feel a phantom buzzing in his hard penis as he listened to the snake woman’s silky voice.

He bit down on his lip hard, trying to stop himself from slipping into a daze.

On cue, the band changed their tune to a lazy, lilting beat as the lamia dancer swayed to the music. Her arms stretched up, weaving in and out while her body undulated back and forth in a slow, mesmerizing dance. Sulayla luxuriated in the melody, letting her head tilt back, her smile flashing pointed, white fangs. As she slithered around the stage, the beams of sunlight pouring down caught her gown of jewels, bathing the darkened amphitheater with a thousand points of light flashing into the eyes of the enraptured men.

“Do my ssssssilly little ssssslaves wish to see more?” The lamia teased. The men moaned through dreamy smiles, their minds already drifting along in a cloud of music and sex. Sulayla winked and spun around, presenting her back as she rolled her snaky hips from side to side. Her hands reached around and gently pulled on the thread that kept her garment closed around her body. The glittering top fell off her shoulders as she theatrically held it away from her, her bare back turned to her audience. With a flourish, Sulayla twisted around.

The movement nearly made Grion gasp, until he saw that the snake woman was covering her huge, pillowy breasts with her delicate hands, her brown tits bulging from under her fingers.

With an evil grin, Sulayla took her hands away, letting her breasts swing free. Two gold caps on her nipples glistened in the light. Glittering gold dust slathered her weighty tits making them sparkle, captivating every pair of eyes in the room.

Including Grion and Koth’s.

“What lucky ssssslaves you all are,” said Sulayla. “Behold the blessings of our queen. Gaze at my beautiful curves and lustrous skin. Let them enchant you deeper into the service of Queen Anuhkara! What is your purpose ssssslaves?”

“To serve and obey the radiant queen…” A chorus of monotone voices replied.

“Yessss…watching, listening, feeling now. My body enchants you. My words enthrall you. My power excites you. Feel your manhoods begin to swell under our queen’s power, harder and harder, deeper and deeper…”

Grion watched every head in the theater (including some of the female attendants) swing back and forth with the sway of the lamia’s glorious breasts. All intelligence drained from their eyes as their pricks stood in rapt attention, the golden bands around their cocks glowing and buzzing.

Nearby, the nymph that had been teasing the satyr was slowly working her two hands around his proud horsecock. She was joined by two other ladies, a holstaur with thick motherly curves and a petite dryad, her green skin iridescent in the light and colorful flower blossoms in her hair. The satyr’s head was lodged in the holstaur’s pillowy cleavage, her bosom nearly covering his eyes in warm creamy flesh. The dryad knelt by the satyr’s side, her one hand lightly tugging at the satyr’s thick body hair. She whispered soft mantras of obedience to him as he gaped slack-jawed at Sulalyla. Even from across the aisle, Grion could see a soft cloud of pollen wafting from the dryad’s hair, no doubt further beguiling the satyr into stupefied compliance.

Grion bit his lip, feeling his own cock begin to respond.

“Steady, brother,” Grion whispered to Koth. “We must keep our heads…Koth?”

He turned to see Koth staring helplessly at the stage, his hand wrapped firmly around his hard dong, absently squeezing and stroking himself to the lamia’s dance. Grion tried to shake his brother loose from the spell, but a young elven girl walked closer to them on long, smooth legs. Grion took his hands back, pretending to be as mesmerized by the snake woman as the rest of the men.

It wasn’t difficult. Her body slithered around the stage, each undulation starting at her head, shimmying her tits and hips, and then rolling down her long serpentine body before beginning all over again.

Grion’s gaze was pulled into the lamia’s emerald-green eyes, then down to her bouncy breasts, past Her motions were dizzying and nearly impossible to ignore. The more he watched, the more he sank into the easy rhythm of her dance. With a start, Grion looked down, gasping to see his hand wrapped around his stiff cock, stroking along to the beat of the music, pleasure flooding his brain.

Grunting, he tore his fingers away and breathed out slowly through his snout.

“Now, sssssilly sssslaves,” Sulayla sang to her captivated audience. “We have a real treat for you tonight.”

The lamia slithered to one of the band members and grabbed a silver bell from her hand.

“Oh, Bellana! My pipe, please!” she called, ringing the bell.

An instant later, a centaur woman, the same silver haired centaur that had corralled them inside earlier, trotted onto the stage, her eyes wide and empty. On a thin blanket on her back, she balanced a tall rose-colored hookah topped with a smoldering hot coal. Sulayla circled the entranced centaur, surrounding her with her long body and heady scent.

“Oh, Bellana, my most loyal ssssslave. You’ve been so helpful lately,” she hissed in the centaur’s pointed ear.

“Thank you, m’lady,” Bellana said as Sulayla plucked one of the silver hoses from the hookah, taking a deep drag of smoke. She blew a plume of thick, pink smoke into Bellana’s face. The centaur woman smiled, giddily.

“And you took care of that little favor for me earlier, right, sssslave?”

“Yes, m’lady,” Bellana said with fluttering eyes.

“Why don’t you tell us all what you did?” Sulayla leaned her elbow on the centaur’s shoulder and took another drag of her hookah.

“I…I brought you my husband. I played him the special flute you gave me and…and he followed me like a tamed pony. I will bring whatever the queen desires…”

“Whatever and whoever,” Sulayla corrected.

“Yes. Whatever and whoever…for my queen…”

“Mmm…what a good little horsey,” the lamia purred, stroking the centaur’s long mane of hair. “Well, let’s not be rude. Bring out hubby!”

At once, two burly minotaurs led in a struggling, kicking male centaur by chains attached to a leather harness, his wrists bound behind his back. The minotaurs pulled and strained to keep the incensed creature under control.

“Let go, you ox-brained pests! Or, by the gods, I’ll trample in your damned skulls!”

“Oh dear,” Sulayla said, sliding over to the male centaur. “Look how agitated we are, hmm? Maybe I can help my big, strong, centaur man to reeeellllaaax…”

“Don’t try your black magic on me, worm!” The centaur said haughtily. He turned his eyes to his wife. “Bellana! I know you are stronger than this! Fight this cursed spell they’ve put on you! You must!”

“Oh, but she doesn’t want to,” Sulayla answered for the centaur woman. “She enjoys the bliss that comes with servitude to our queen. Isn’t that right, Bellana?”

“Yes…” Bellana said in a far away voice. “I serve Queen Anuhkara. I surrender to her blessings.”

“See?” the lamia turned back to the centaur man. “And soon, so will you!”

“I will not succumb to you! Release us at once or I will bring down the full fury of the centaur hordes on—”

“Blah, blah, blah, blah!” Sulayla mocked. “Enough talk!”

Sucking in a deep lungful of her hookah, Sulayla blew out a stream of billowy smoke through her puckered lips. The smoke curled and wafted under her command, wreathing the male centaur’s head. He tried to twist away, but the smoke followed, keeping his head buried in the misty depths.   

“That’s right…no use fighting it…” The snake woman cooed. “Try all you want…you have to breathe sometime…just keep holding out until you have to take that nice, big breath of air…then you can feel my special smoke in your lungs…Oh, I know you’ll like it, big boy…it will make you soooo much calmer…just take a nice, deep breath for me…”

The centaur struggled under the cloud of pink smoke, his lips pressed firmly together while his face turned scarlet. Every so often, Sulayla would puff another long plume at him, magically wrapping it around his head. After nearly two minutes, the centaur finally broke and sucked in a desperate breath of air.

“There, isn’t that so much nicer?” Sulayla teased. “Just breathe that wonderful smoke. It makes you so light-headed, doesn’t it?”

The centaur didn’t reply. He only swayed slightly on his hooves, all of his defiance slowly draining from his body.

“Won’t…won’t give in…to you…” he said.

Sulayla put down her hose and slithered closer to the centaur’s face, rising up on her coils.

“Really? Why don’t you look me in the eye and say that?” she dared him.

The dazed centaur made the mistake of listening and raised his head to meet the lamia’s gaze. Sulayla smiled as her eyes began to flash rings of red and gold. The centaur’s mouth hung open as he struggled to follow Sulayla’s swaying head, his eyes captivated by the beautiful colors.

“Uh, oh. Someone’s going to lose all their pesky will power if they keep staring into my eyes,” Sulayla chided. “Why don’t you look down at these instead?”

The lamia rose higher on her tail, bringing her bountiful breasts in line with the centaur’s eyes. He blinked, a stupid smile beginning to form on his lips as he watched her breasts bouncing only an inch away from his face.

“Oh, no! But we don’t want to get the big, strong centaur too distracted with mommy Sulayla’s yummy, bouncy boobies. Maybe he should look back at my eyes.”

She lowered herself, again fixating the centaur with her gaze. She began to swing up and down, back and forth, bombarding her subject with her mesmerizing stare as well as her jiggling tits.

“Eyes…or tits…eyes…or tits…up and down…both so pretty…both so compelling…eyes liquifying your brain…tits filling up your cock…fill up that cock with your stupid brains now…getting bigger and bigger, fuller and fuller…as you just keep getting dazzled by my pretty eyes…my yummy tits…”

Under his body, the centaur’s mighty equine penis grew to stupendous proportions, hanging down from his body like a fifth leg. With a small jerk of her head, Sulayla signaled for a pair of her female slaves to bring out a large band of gold, engraved with mystic runes.

“Feel your essence building in your cock, my centaur slave,” Sulayla said, weaving her body. “Feel all your resistance, your will collecting in your cock, ready to burst out. My smoke clouds your thoughts…my breasts ignite your passion…my eyes steal your will…surrender yourself now, my handsome centaur. Become my docile little horsey…”

She raised her arm, gesturing to Bellana who stood by passively watching her husband fall under the snake’s spell with a placid grin on her face.

“Just like your wife…”

In an instant, the women slipped the golden slave ring around the centaur’s cock, the metal twisting and warping to conform to the massive girth. Not a second later, the centaur’s cock erupted in a massive geyser of cum, spraying his thick jizz all over the floor. He roared in ecstasy as the last of his resistance splattered out while Sulayla cheered and laughed.

“Oooh! Look at all that wonderful cum! So much power, all for me now!”

She sidewinded closer, signalling her minotaur slaves to release the centaur’s chains. They cut the bonds around his wrists, laughing as his hands fell uselessly to his sides. The snake woman ran her nails over the centaur’s strong, bare chest.

“Who do you serve?” she asked.

“I…serve…you, m’lady.”

“And…?”

“And the Radiant Anuhkara, Queen of the earth!” the centaur recited, all defiance gone from his voice.

“Good horsey!” Sulayla slithered away, fetching a large, crystal ball. She waved her hands over it several times until the crystal started glowing with a strange, ethereal light. “Now let’s collect all that useful, masculine energy from you, hmm?”

The orb grew brighter and, as if pulled by an invisible whirlpool, the centaur’s thick cum began levitating into the air, circling into the sphere as it absorbed every drop. Within a few short minutes, the entire puddle of jizz was sucked away.

Sulayla turned her flashing eyes towards the audience. Grion realized with a start that he had a massive boner after watching the sordid display.

The sultry lamia lifted the orb high above her head, letting it float magically in the air. She brought her arms behind her head, shimmying her heavy tits for the entire audience.

“Your turn my ssssilly sssslaves…time to give me your strength, your will, your essence. Let my orb pull it straight out of your cock. Give us everything! Give your strength for your queen! Cum…cum…cum for your queen!”

All around him, Grion could see the slave rings around each of the others’ cocks thrum with power. At her command the male slaves collapsed back into the silk cushions, thrusting their pricks high in the air as streams of jizz were pulled out of their shafts and drifted onto the stage. Sulayla smiled wide in glee as gallons of spunk were collected by the magic crystal ball.

The satyr to their right brayed as thick jets of cum shot out of his shaft while the women tending him laughed and cheered. The round-bottomed nymph between his legs smiled appreciatively at him as she ran her slick hands again and again over his sack, letting them slip through her squeezing fingers and milking more semen from his enslaved balls. Three hands, two from the dryad and one from the holstaur, tugged and stroked his giant cock even as it continued to spasm and spurt cum into the air. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as the holstaur and dryad whispered dirty secrets into his ears, his mind completely empty.  

“K-koth! We must leave! We’ll be done for if we stay much longer!” Grion pleaded with his brother. He could feel his load begging to spurt out. Koth was panting with lust as his hand worked his shaft up and down, completely lost to hypnotic display of Sulayla’s swaying tits and hips.

“Oh no!” A soft voice said. Grion looked up, seeing a stunning, blonde elf woman looking at the two of them. “Did something happen to your slave charms? We can fix that! You poor bulls must be so pent up!”

“Uh!...I…uh no! no! I think it’s working after all!” Grion said, pumping himself, trying to blow his wad just to get the elf woman to leave him alone. He was more turned on than he had been in his whole life, and yet he couldn’t quite push himself over the edge to ejaculate.

“Oh, don’t be silly, dear! Look, I have two perfectly good slave rings for you right here!”

Her soft hand gripped Grion’s hard cock. He immediately stopped protesting, his body too worked up to resist. The elf’s hand was like silk swirling around his most sensitive parts, her gentle squeezes and tugs pulling him closer, making his thoughts stickier and stickier. Suddenly, he felt his decoy ring slip off and a far heavier, warmer ring slip on. At once, the gold band buzzed at the base of Grion’s cock. The thrumming vibrations spiraled up his back, jolting his brain. His thoughts tumbled uselessly through his head, except for the majestic hourglass silhouette of the dark queen, laughing at him, beckoning his soul closer to her.

The minotaur tensed and strained in his seat, but the incessant pulsing around his cock kept him from escaping, soft as velvet and strong as iron. Grion groaned with effort as he tried to leap to his feet, only to melt down into the plush cushions with a blank smile, his monstrous cock electrified by the slave charm.

The elf girl smirked, knowingly. “There you go, and now one for your friend here.” She pulled off Koth’s decoy and held another gold ring in front of his eyes.

“You look a little more cooperative than your buddy. Think you could put this on that giant prick of yours? Hmmm? For meeee?”

The elf wriggled her body, her tits shaking in Koth’s face. With a grimace, Grion glanced at his brother, mouthing a silent “no.”

The elf wiggled her eyebrows and licked the top of her perfect teeth. Koth slammed the ring over his proud erection with a drunken chuckle, his eyes rolling in his head as the band started buzzing.

“There you go, bulls!” The elf gloated. “Now time to give up all that thick, potent cum for you queen. You can’t fight it!”

Grion wanted to object, but she was right! Who could fight the incredible, seductive vibrations rattling every nerve in his body, drowning each thought in a pool of pleasure, dancing in his cock. His head wobbled on his shoulders, falling from the elf’s teasing face to Sulayla’s mind-boggling breasts bouncing up and down on the stage. His cock ring buzzed again and again, drawing his cum up his shaft, dissolving his brain.

“Good bulls… Cum now! Cum for you queen! Cum for you queen!!”

Before he knew it, Grion was spurting jet after jet of his seed, letting it float through the air and collect inside the lamia’s glowing orb. He felt a smile spread over his face, only one thought now dominating his mind.

He loved cumming. He wanted to cum more. He wanted to cum for his queen.

Back on the stage, Sulayla slithered to Bellana and picked up her hookah again.

“And now, for the grand finale!”

She filled her lungs deep with a long drag of smoke, her melon-sized tits rising with the inhalation. Taking the hose away, she blew out a jet of smoke, slowly turning her body, raking each section of the audience. The auditorium grew thick with the heady fumes and Grion let his lungs fill with the delicious, intoxicating aroma. His head felt funny. Suddenly, he felt a pair of hands caressing down his face, soft and cool, like a ghost. He blearily glanced to his side to see a mass of smoke with a perfect hourglass figure and long sinuous arms draping over his body.

The cloudy woman enveloped him in her scent, mesmerizing his eyes with gentle, pink, misty swirls while her hands drifted around his cock, into his ears, over his shoulders. On Grion’s right, Koth was receiving the same treatment, his brother nuzzling into the soft pink bosom of the smoke woman like a submissive puppy. All across the auditorium, billowy clouds of smoke women were teasing and fawning over the male slaves, slowly bouncing on their cocks and burying their faces in their soft cleavage.

The smoke woman didn’t have a ‘face’ exactly, but Grion could see blank eyes watching him and plush lips smiling at him, puckering and blowing him lustful kisses. She winked at him and her tits swelled magically in front of his face. Grion moaned loudly as another load of cum was sucked out of his balls, floating out to Sulayla’s hungry orb. On the other side of the aisle, one lucky human warrior was getting his nipples toyed with by smoky fingers while another pink cloud woman lowered her head over his straining cock. With a grunt, he ejaculated, his jism spurting out the back of the smoke woman’s head, streaming away into the glowing orb.

Grion drifted in a fog of pleasure, all his cares evaporating like steam from a hot summer rain. The smoke women bent down and whispered in his ear, her voice like wisps of desert sand.

“The queen wishes to see you. You must follow. You must come. Rise and obey.”

“Follow…come…obey…” Grion chanted.

The smoke woman smiled and then her head divided in two, followed by the rest of her body, a sensual kind of mitosis. The two smoke women split again and Grion was suddenly surrounded by four pink women with impossible curves. They floated around him, battering his head with billowing tits, their legs and thighs sliding all over his. One of the ethereal nymphs let her arm flow a little longer, wrapping it around his cock like a coiling snake.

“Follow…cum…obey…” four beautiful voices rang in unison as the arm gave him several gentle tugs to his shaft. Grion couldn’t disobey and he lifted himself to standing. Besides him, Koth was swaying on his feet as two ghostly pink women playfully bounced their breasts against either side of his head, floating over his massive shoulders. A third beckoned him by pulling on his dick.

“Follow…cum…obey,” the two brothers droned in unison as they allowed the ghostly pink women to lead them out of the lounge and down the dark hallway, their hard cocks now yoked to the sorceress’s will.

Sulayla leaned back on her strong coils and admired her work. An entire auditorium full of dazed and entranced slaves, their minds too scrambled to even notice the gentle mantras of obedience her smoky minions were whispering into their ears. The poor souls were just too lust-drunk to understand how hopelessly she had dominated them.

The thought delivered a bolt of pleasure to her clit.

Almost on cue, the nipple plates adorning Sulayla’s generous chest buzzed. The sensation shot down her body, bringing her further arousal, even as it took over her brain, lulling the snake woman into her own helpless trance. Sulayla swooned, swaying on her tail, as the voice of Anuhkara, her radiant queen, invaded her mind.

Sulayla. Your Queen calls you. You must obey and come to me at once.

“Yessssss…At once, my queen,” Sulayla hissed, her fingers reaching down to her slit, gently teasing herself to Anuhkara’s irresistible commands. There was a time when the proud lamia would have scoffed at the idea that she, the powerful snake goddess, would have bowed to another, let alone a mere human sorceress. But then Anuhkara had found her, bamboozled her with flashing crystals and enchanted sweet milk, and slowly wore down her will to the point that obeying the sorceress felt like the most delicious pleasure under the desert sun. Anuhkara had brought her home leading her by a leash and collar around her neck, broadcasting her power over the lamia to all her lesser slaves.

Now, Sulayla was the queen’s personal assistant, overseeing the subjugation and continued conditioning of all her brainwashed slaves. And the sultry snake loved every moment of it!

The lamia shook off her trance and discreetly slithered off the stage and down a corridor that led to the dungeons below. She passed cells filled with slaves who had somehow managed to shake loose from their programming and were receiving re-education at the hands of their very persuasive wardens.

Sulayla came to the last door, guided by Anuhkara’s magic infiltrating her brain through the gold nipple plates.

She pulled on the heavy iron latch and slithered into the cell. Anuhkara, clad in her midnight black gown, stood next to a busty holstaur with her arms and legs shackled to the clay-colored wall. Sulayla was mildly surprised to see that the holstaur wore no slave rings on her nipples and was lolling her head, as if she had a chance of resisting the queen's power.

"Thank you for coming so quickly, my submissive snake,” Anuhkara said, holding out her hand. Sulayla let her human torso drift down, humbling herself before her queen. She took Anuhkara’s hand and kissed her ring, the ruby gem tickling her brain.

“Anything for my Radiant Queen,” Sulayla recited. “How may I serve you?”

“We found this bold, young holstaur sneaking around the palace, pretending to be a slave. What’s stranger is that she was wearing these.”

Anuhkara held out two gold nipple plates in the palm of her hand. The lamia picked one up, noticing right away that the plates were missing the enchanted runes that connected them to her queen’s will.

“So, we have a little infiltrator,” Sulayla hissed, glancing at the half-dazed holstaur. “Why not just mesmerize her into submission with your pretty crystals and be done with it?”

“Ah, because that would wipe out her thoughts and memories, and I need some information from this silly cow before I completely wipe her brain. And this one has a much tougher mind than I would have guessed. I am in need of your…unique talents.”

“Whatever my queen commands,” Sulayla said with a lazy smile, melting as the rings around her nipples thrummed.

“This holstaur, Breah by name, I believe, couldn’t have come here without help. I want her to tell me who gave these to her.”

“I won’t…won’t tell you!” Breah huffed, “I will not betray my brothers and sisters! We will overrun this evil palace and free everyone you enthralled!”

“Oh, poor dear,” Sulayla said, turning to face the sculpted holstaur. “Hush, hush, hush…ssssshhhhh…you’ll help us just fine. You just need to learn to reeeelllaaaaaxxx…”

The snake glided over the top-heavy cow, raising herself up, so that her face hovered in front of the holstaur. Sulayla smiled as red and gold rings began to spiral in her eyes, drawing the defiant prisoner’s gaze. The lamia started swaying back and forth, dancing to a primal beat, as Breah’s head helplessly followed along.

“Yessss…follow my ssssway…follow my eyessss…we’re friends, Breah…think and remember…I am your friend…you trusssst me, Breah…I am your friend and you can tell all your ssssecretsss to your friend, can’t you?”

“I…I…n-no. You’re…you’re not my friend?” Breah mumbled, a note of uncertainty in her voice.

“Yessss, Breah…don’t you remember? I am your very dear friend…You can tell me anything…feeling so good to talk with your friend…answer her questionssss…”

“I…I…” Breah stuttered, straining all of her willpower to resist the snake’s mesmerizing stare. Sulayla just smiled wider and let the tip of her tail slide up the holstaur’s leg, gently probing her labia.

“It feels so good to talk to your friend,” Sulayla insisted. “Just reeeelllaaaax and answer all my questionssss…” The rings in her eyes flashed faster as her tail softly teased Breah’s clit.

“I…yes…answer your questions…” Breah said, her body hanging limp from her shackles.

“That’s right…now be a good little cow and tell us where you got these pretty things?” Sulayla held up the deactivated pair of nipple plates.

“It…was a human…pretending to be a slave, but she was…helping us…” Breah said, her eyes locked on Sulayla.

“What was her name, honey?” the snake hissed.

“…Nidra…”

Sulayla threw a look to Anuhkara, who nodded in approval.

“Ask her if there are any more infiltrators with her,” the queen commanded.

“Breah, dear,” Sulayla asked the holstaur. “Did you come here with any friends? You want to tell me everything…” She gently tapped her tail against Breah’s pussy, sending shivers of pleasure up the holstaurs’ spine. “…Tell me now…”

“Y-y-yesss…” Breah whined.

“Tell us their names.”

Breah struggled to hold back, but the endless rings of colors bombarding her eyes and the gentle torture on her clit sabotaged her resistance.

“G-Grion…and Koth…They are two brother minotaurs…They came here with fake cock rings…”

Sulayla smiled, letting her tail flick back and forth over the dazed holstaur’s pussy, making her gasp in pleasure. The lamia turned to Anuhkara again, checking that her queen was satisfied.

“She’s still holding back.” The sorceress said, watching Breah’s every twitch. “Ask her who’s the last person she’s protecting. We already found those two meatheads she’s talking about.”

“Breeeeaaaahhh…” Sulayla cooed again. “You’re not being completely honesssst…come on now, dear…be a good friend and tell Auntie Sulayla who’s the last person that came with you…no holding back now.”

Breah bit down on her lip, either in exquisite pleasure or out of a futile attempt to keep the name from slipping out. Sulayla slithered closer, pressing her heavy breasts against the holstaur’s chest. The two pairs of boobs squished together, igniting yet more intense arousal for the befuddled bovine. Sulayla swayed her body back and forth against the cushion of Breah’s tits, making the holstaur’s nipples turn diamond hard in arousal.

“Tell meeee…tell me anything I want…all those secrets slipping out of your mouth…feels so good to talk with your friend…tell me now…”

Breah let out a long whine, her mental defenses crumbling under the battering arousal and confusing words.

“T-T-TORVOS!” She gasped. “Torvos is our leader. He’s…oh!...He’s looking for his brother Forin! He-he wants us to find a weakness so we can lead the minotaur army here and destroy the palace!”

Sulayla tossed one last sidelong look to Anuhkara. The sorceress raised her eyebrows and nodded her head. Sulayla turned back to the holstaur.

“That’s sssssuch a good girl. Such a big, strong warrior like you will make a wonderful addition to Anuhkara’s army. Now…why don’t you come here and give your Aunit Sulayla a little kiss?”

Breah let her head fall forward, her strength utterly demolished by Sulayla’s mental assault, and found the snake woman’s soft lips pressing against her own. With a single twitch of her neck, Sulayla let her fangs flick out and quickly pricked the holstaur’s tongue mid kiss. Breah jerked her head back in shock, but suddenly melted against her chains as the lamia’s tranquilizing venom worked its way through her system. Her eyes fluttered briefly before her head slumped forward against the tops of her breasts, a dreamy smile gracing her face.

“Mmm…well done, my pet,” Anuhkara said, stroking Sulayla’s hair. “It never fails to excite me to watch you work.”

“Hee hee! Thank you, your majesty!” The lamia said, fawning under Anuhkara’s touch. “What will you do now?”

“First, I’ll have Freyana come in and set this one up with real nipple plates. In the meantime, I should probably have a talk with this Torvos and his brother Forin.”

“And me, your majesty?” Sulayla said, cuddling into her queen’s side. “How may I further serve you?”

Anuhkara ran her tongue lasciviously over the tops of her teeth as she considered the lamia’s question, before finally leaning in and whispering in her ear.

“I have an important task for you, my subby snake. Listen carefully…”