Airship travel was one of the most extravagant luxuries one could afford in all the world, most people will never get the chance to experience it in their lifetime, and if they do, odds are they’re part of the crew. One of the many fortunate passengers this time around was a sharply dressed man by the name of Nigel Graymail. The suit he wore was colored in a dark purple fabric that fit his muscular form like a glove. His dark tie was done in a Windsor knot and was accessorized by a black and silver tie bar. One would also note his glittering diamond cuff links at his wrists.

 

Brushing his hair back with a fine toothed comb, Nigel looked for the help, this day it was that buxom wench dressed as a maid, Clara. No surprise there as Clara was one of the more experienced things around the household, and she was easy on the eyes. Pleased with his ride and the one who came to greet him, Nigel was kind enough to throw his travel bag in her direction. 

 

Catching the bag, Clara barely had time to grunt as the impact took her breath away. Bowing at the waist, she made sure Nigel would be able to look down her dress. It also helped her hide that wave of disgust from her features. “Master Nigel, welcome home. I hope your travels were pleasant.” Straightening her stance she braced herself against possible retaliation in case his trip was not so. 

 

“It was indeed, I was able to gain much from my trip.” He said, looking at his property with a look best described as slimy. He took a modicum of pleasure in seeing her look of distaste towards him. Clara had always been one of the more rebellious of the staff. While others would give way to his advancements, she would always escape. “Let’s be off then, I’m sure father is waiting.” His eyes trailed along her body.

 

A gaze Clara would turn away from. While slavery was illegal, there were plenty of ways to keep a person like Clara trapped in a terrible situation. The pay was good, she had a little brother and a sister who depended upon her income, and she had a boss who was willing to make sure she could never find another job if she quit. “Of course, Sir.” While Nigel wasn’t her direct responsibility, she took her orders from his father, Elias. That greedy old bastard at least didn’t go out of his way to make life miserable for others. She didn’t understand how his wife, the Lady Celine, could stand him. Celine was the one who ran the business, and around anyone else she had all the fire of a woman in charge of her life. Smart, cunning, beautiful. Celine could do so much better. But around Elias, she acted like some docile, helpless little thing that needed her man to make all the hard choices. Even if most of those hard choices ended up with her on her knees. Clara’s fists tightened at the thought. 

 

“You know Clara, you really should relax more. All that tension. If you would just listen.”

 

Just listen did sound good, and she had been feeling tense lately. She really should just relax and.” She shook her head. “You needn’t worry about me Sir, we’re almost at the station. And from there we must part ways. I’m afraid the Missus gave me instructions to pick up some forgotten paperwork at the office.”

 

The clever bitch always had an out. Nigel’s hand darted up and wrapped around Clara’s neck. “Listen here you dumb cow. You must never interrupt me when I’m talking to you.” Tightening his grip, he could hear Clara struggling for air. He squeezed a bit tighter, really letting her understand that if he wanted he could just keep squeezing. That should remind the ungrateful bitch of her of her place. Pushing forward he let go, causing Clara to fall to the ground where she lay coughing. After picking up his bag, Nigel looked down at her. He wanted to give her a nice kick, but he was generous today. “Be sure to run along then.”

 

The station was different from the one most common citizens use to get around the city. Restricted VIP access, a smooth ride, few other passengers. But even then, he noticed a few looks he got. Pathetic really, that they don’t know how to treat their property. None of that mattered for now though. At first Nigel was unsure as to why his father would send him to some remote town near the floof city of Minerva. Floofs tended to prefer mountainous areas with a cold climate, and the fact that Nigel had to travel outside of the city to reach his destination... It was almost unforgivable, if not for what he learned there. The real power a hypnotist can access.

 

That lesson started over a year ago, his father Elias suddenly brought up the topic of hypnotism, and told him to learn it. At the time Nigel thought it was some bullshit his father got talked into by one of the families more attractive clients. The one he was thinking of. He’d forgotten her name, but had recalled her talking about the plant. Strangely enough his mother had no idea what it was. 

 

Still, not long after that he started to learn hypnotism. It was, as people said, seemingly more useful in entertainment. But as he advanced more into it, and started to channel his aura more. He felt like it had more potential. A hunch which was proven correct when his father sent him off to a private teacher. A mouse floof, and a clever guy. Turns out he was outside of Minerva because he managed a whole facility dedicated to turning people into slaves.

 

He spent a good six months there, honing his craft, practicing on those still being conditioned into becoming slaves. And even catching a couple of people in the city itself. As it turns out, that on the whole, you can’t make someone do something against their will spiel is not exactly true. Those who study hypnosis either fall into that play for entertainment or therapy BS while those with actual potential are led into the more practical, underground, less legal uses. Or into groups made to combat them.

 

Naturally, those with power tend to use it for themselves. Nigel’s mentor later told him about how Nigel’s father married into his wealth, and that was no accident. He had hypnotized Celine while posed as a butler, then spent years slowly brainwashing her into this happy marriage. The key was in going slow, and staying under the radar. Cowardly, but effective. Not for Nigel, he wanted more, and as he arrived at his home, he considered ways to do just that. The first would be to get more information about the plant he heard about. 

 

Arriving home, Nigel was greeted by his parents, as well as a couple servants. When Nigel looked at his mother, he no longer saw the ambitious woman who controlled her own business. No, instead he saw a dumb fuckpuppet that allowed herself to be turned into a cash machine by his father. A cowardly perverted man too afraid to even take control of the staff. “I heard you completed you studies with Professor Guo. I’m proud of you. Come, let’s talk, you and me, we can discuss your future.” 

 

A future guided by this buffoon would probably be to just find his own sugar momma, no, Nigel had other plans. “Of course father, I would be delighted.”

 

Elias’ study spoke nothing towards the man behind it. Nigel guessed it was the results of some hired decorator made out to fit some stale design trend from thirty years ago. “With your studies complete, both your mother and I think it would be fitting for you to strike out on your own path. It is time that you learn to utilize the skills in business and hypnotism that you’ve been blessed with. Given the sudden nature of this news, we feel it best to give you a months time to get your affairs in order, after which, you will no longer be welcome in this house until I feel that you’ve established for yourself a firm hold on your future.” A very professional and curt announcement, as though Elias was talking to one of his wives' employees. 

 

“That’s it then?” Nigel’s expression was impassive, it didn’t take much for him to figure out the reasoning behind his father’s thinking. Nigel was a threat that needed to be removed. His hypnotic ability combined with his intellect and superior mindset would quickly allow him to take over the family. 

 

“You are fortunate to be getting a month, you can thank your mother, she was rather resistant to the idea to begin with.” 

 

Meaning that even after years of hypnotic control, Elias still couldn’t have total control. Nigel sneered at the weakness of his father. Pathetic old man clinging to power. “Yes, you’re right, thank you father. If I may take my leave, I have much to prepare.”

 

Nigel left the study, his walk a fast pace, a fist clenched, his jaw set. If Elias thought he could get rid him as he had just returned, well, Nigel was going to make sure it didn’t happen. This estate was already too good to give up, and the idea of starting over without the riches and connections his family already possessed was out of the question. No instead he would attack. But first he needed more information on just what cards his family held. The father would never say, but his mother Celine wouldn’t be able to resist. A dark smile appeared on his lips as he made his way to his Mother’s office.

 

Unlike his father, Nigel’s mother Celine’s office gave some insight to her personality, ironic considering who was the slave in the relationship. Celine clearly favored the arts and her education. A pair of large bookcases lined one of her walls. Another held framed inspirational quotes. Perhaps it was dated, but it was still her, and he could at least respect that. Sitting in her chair at her desk was the Lady Celine, who despite her age was still quite attractive. Long blonde hair, sharp blue eyes, and an air of confidence and control that betrayed her actual status. Clearly, this was the business mogul who existed outside the realm of Elias’ control. The idea of her on her knees, being that passive fuckpuppet, caused Nigel to understand why his father kept up the marriage even now. “I’m sure you heard the plan from your father, but let me assure you, I plan to make it so you will have access to all the funds you need. This is just one of his silly fatherly ideas.”

 

If he could believe that it was just that, but Nigel knew his father, this was a power play, he’d never see any funds. “It might be something I can work with in the end. I did get a nice business idea that I wanted to run by you.” Reaching into his pocket Nigel slowly produced a diamond necklace. Holding up the necklace he focused his hypnotic aura on the chain as he let it slowly sway before his mother’s eyes. 

 

“What sort of idea would that… be.” She said, seeming to lose her train of thought for a moment as her eyes locked onto the pendant. 

 

Her mind must be so weak if this was all he needed to catch her. It was a real shame. “I was hoping to sell jewelry, much like this. You see how alluring it is? Most women would kill to have something like this.”

 

Watching it sway, Celine’s brow furrowed, her sharp eyes dulled slightly. “The jewelry business is not good to get into. Lots of. Of shady characters.” 

 

“Is that so?” The news didn’t surprise Nigel. Gems carried a natural hypnotic quality too them, and they made it easy to focus your mana. It’s harder to think that the business wasn’t under the umbrella of the larger hypnotic community. “Well, just listen to me. Focus on the necklace. See how each sway guides your mind. Moving it back and forth. From left to right.”

 

“Left to… right.” Celine said, her attention on the necklace. She was barely aware of the fact that she was being hypnotized, much less that she could resist it.

 

“Left makes your mind empty out, while right fills it with obedience. Left. Empty. Right. Obedient. Left. Mindless. Right. Helpless.”

 

“Empty… Helpless…”

 

“Down deep into my control now Celine. Being such a good girl. You’re a good girl, aren’t you?”

 

“Yes Master. Good girl’s obey.” Celine said without a hint of free will in her voice. So conditioned to drop and obey she was. 

 

Placing the necklace back into his pocket Nigel took a moment to admire the emptiness of his mother. “Good girl.” He said, only to hear a soft, “good girls obey.” From Celine even as he continued to talk. “I want to talk business with you.”

 

From here Nigel learned how his father has been ruining the family. Celine had been a big player, on the board of one of the largest medical firms in the nation. But not every bit of brainwashing can be held back from the mind. Slowly Celine had become more passive, gave way to others, and became a shell of what she was. Others took advantage of her, used her, and over time she had lost her position. Now she was holding onto properties. Renting them out to hold things afloat. Much of what things are now is held together by lies, favors, and importantly, one property in particular. Even under hypnotic control Celine revealed very little about what this large facility was used for. As such, Nigel deemed it something to investigate further. Tomorrow he would be paying it a visit. For tonight however, he had something to do. Giving his entranced mother a command, he made sure that Clara would be visiting him in private very soon.

 

Nigel was partly disappointed to find that much of his room had already been cleared out. Leaving him with his bed, a loveseat, and a closet full of clothes. He had finished removing his jacket, tie, and shirt as Clara came knocking on the door. He bade her to enter as he removed his slacks. “Clara, I’ve been waiting for you my dear.” 

 

Clara, for her part, had no interest in what might be happening. “Nigel, Sir, must I remind you that Lady Celine forbad such vulgar acts?” 

 

“Oh lighten up.” Nigel said, sitting on the loveseat, his legs spread. It was like he was begging for Clara to look at him, more importantly, at his ever expanding member which was pressing against the boundaries of his briefs. “Mother told you to help me with my business idea, and you’re going to stand there and listen. Understand?”

 

Clara placed her hands on her hips, flustered at the sight before her. Not sure where to look she replied, “I may have to listen to you but I find your current state of dress to be very-“

 

“Distracting?” Nigel interjected. “I bet I know what’s distracting you. All that talk and you can’t even keep your eyes off my cock.” A cock that happened to carry extra allure thanks to the hypnotic aura Nigel was giving it. “You try and resist it, but I can tell. You just want to stare at it. You dirty girl.”

 

“It’s not that at all!” She blurted out, doing her very best to look anywhere but there. “You can’t expect me to think-“

 

“Don’t think.” Nigel commanded. “I don’t expect you to think. Not when you can stare at my cock. I know what it does to you Clara. It makes you horny, needy, wet. That’s why you’re trying to resist. But that resistance is getting so weak.” He reached down, sliding his briefs in a way that would expose his cock, letting it throb. “See, I get horny sluts like you. You just want to be a fuckpuppet for your Masters.”

 

“I don’t… don’t have to stand for this Nigel, sir, I am leaving.” She had said those words. However. Clara’s eyes also wandered to Nigel’s cock. She bit her lip. It really was so… so. No. She wasn’t like this. But another thought reverberated in her mind. Don’t think. She felt her eyes caught by his cock. The way it would throb, how big, meaty it looked. “I’m… I’m leaving.” She said again, failing to turn away.

 

“No Clara, you’re staring at my cock. And it’s taking over your mind. It’s taking control. Making you horny and weak. Everything about you wants my cock.” Nigel watched in satisfaction as Clara’s arms fell to her sides. Her eyes taking on a more vacant and lustful hue. “My cock is making you a fuckpuppet.”

 

“No… it can’t…” Clara breathed out. “A fuckpuppet. It’s making me.”

 

“Come to me fuckpuppet, each step towards me only breaks your resistance. Makes you more a fuckpuppet. Horny, needy, obedient.” His words were an echoing command in Clara’s mind. He could see her internal struggle, even as she took a step forward. And that struggle lessened. Clara lessened. Her sense of self fading as she took another step. She lost. His cock. It made her into a fuckpuppet. Another step, she a smile appeared on her lips, she was so horny now. “Yes… Master…” she said, giving in. Nigel’s cock twitched at those words. “You said you wouldn’t stand for this? Fine then. Down on your knees, suck, worship, obey.” Clara, the fuckpuppet, happily obeyed. She licked the length of Master’s cock, tasking it, breathing in his scent before she started to suck on it dutifully. As she obeyed, her body started to drip and need. Needing to suck, needing to fuck. She was a fuckpuppet after all. Her head bobbed up and down, taking in Master’s words. She was such a dumb slut for resisting. She needed to be punished and used. Standing up and quickly tore off her uniform before straddling Master and bouncing on his cock, riding it up and down. Each thrust in making her more and more into a dumb, horny, fuckpuppet. Rising up and down, her tits bouncing, rubbing and grinding against Master’s body until finally. Yes! He came in her, causing her eyes to roll back. “F-Fuckpuppet. Obeys.” After a few extra whispered suggestions, including a trigger to place her back into trance, Nigel dismissed Clara and prepared for his next conquest, this special facility that is off the books

 

—-

 

The place was an unreasonable distance away from the high class residential district, so much so that he even had to take a common railway. As for the building itself, it looked very inconspicuous, the type of place you’d expect to see if you were going to work at some soulless job like accounting. or god forbid, tech support. No windows, plain white, well lit. And a perfectly normal door requiring a key card to enter.

 

Before making the trip, Nigel was able to convince his mother to give him as much information as possible, along with a key card to enter. Still, despite being the buildings owner Celine had very little information, only saying that Emilie was taking care of the operational side of things. Nigel’s family simply got a very nice payment each month, and part of that payment was to not ask questions.

 

Upon entry, Nigel was greeted to a spacious circular lobby with a desk at the center. Nothing else could be seen in terms of decor, what a waste. Sitting at the desk was a rather cute looking floof of the mousy girl variety. She appeared to be dressed in rather plain looking green scrubs and interestingly wore a futuristic looking visor. “Greetings Miss Celine, what would be the reason behind your unexpected visit?”

 

Not very bright, or rather, she was clearly in a daze, deeply entranced. “That would be Master Nigel to you woman. And I am here to speak on matters of business to Emile. Do call for her, I’m rather busy.” 

 

The mousy receptionist seemed to notice Nigel for the first time after he spoke. “Oh, yes, of course Master. I will contact Mistress Emilie right away.” She then tapped a few things on her keyboard, and quickly returned to her dazed stupor, staring off at whatever images the visor was showing her with a dreamy smile. 

 

Nigel knew she would be useless, so he waited, and made sure to make a point to express his impatience by foot tapping, pacing, keeping a general air of dissatisfaction around him. He was tempted to see if he could control the receptionist, but decided he could always do that after he took over. 

 

Ten or minutes later the door at the end of the room opened, walking out was the stunningly alluring Emilie. A human in her early thirties, her striking emerald green eyes met Nigel as she strode towards him. She had brown hair, done up in a messy bun and the freckles on her face along with her glasses gave her a of nerdy cute look. Emilie’s lithe physique is clad in a form fitting lab coat and scrubs that leave little to the imagination regarding the tantalizing curves hidden beneath. The way the fabric clung to her figure caused Nigel to swell in desire. “So, you’re Celine’s son.” She spoke with all the intention of making it clear her time was being wasted, subtly hidden in that tone was a hypnotic authority behind her words. As much as Nigel was able to resist it, he could feel a hint of influence. “As you can see, we are a very private facility that specializes in niche and boring research. There’s nothing you need to concern yourself with. Just take you payment and be happy.” She then turned around to walk off. 

 

Nigel was fuming at the idea that she felt like she could dismiss him. “Do you really think that would work? We’re not done here.” 

 

Sighing Emilie turned around, “You’d be surprised, but it doesn’t change anything. Your family is also being paid to look the other way.”

 

“Them, but not me. If you want to keep things running smoothly, you’re going to tell me what this place is about.”

 

Rich boy with authority issues, just what she needed. Emelie’s first thought was to wonder what Alys would think. The Goddess didn’t like when things got complicated, and had a habit of removing problems. For the sake of keeping things smooth. “If you want to know, then follow me.” Leading Nigel into the facility she began to explain what it was for.

“We serve a pair of purposes here. First, the acquisition and training of subjects. Second, the perfecting of my creation. A brainwashing visor. I’m sure you saw 495 in the lobby. The visor she is wearing is a device I’ve made to ensure she stays docile, submissive, and obedient.”

 

“Wouldn’t a normal trance do that? I’ve hypnotized plenty of people and made them submit to my will.” Nigel leaned in slightly, his voice taking on a hypnotically seductive tone, “I could show you. In fact, my cock is so powerful, hypnotic, and mind breaking, that no one can resist it for long.” Nigel knew his little suggestion wouldn’t work, but his goal was more to test Emilie’s defenses, as well as plant the suggestion of his cock into her mind. 

 

Emilie, true to prediction, was unfazed by Nigel’s words. Imagine someone having a cock so hypnotic that it couldn’t be resisted. She almost laughed it off, even if she did consider how powerful that could be. “Right right. And if you pull it out or try to push anything again, I’ll be sure to taze you, you prick. Back on topic, your little fuckscapaids are not lasting without enforcement. My visor is design to ensure permanent obedience. It’s a far more efficient way to turn a person into a willing and helpless slave.”

 

While Nigel hated to admit it, Emilie was right. Without proper conditioning and brainwashing a person will regain more of their minds. Often enough purchased slaves required the buyer to be given a trigger to entrance the slave just in case, though it was rarely needed. Most sold in auction are very broken. “So your visor is for effientcy.” 

 

“Not as dumb as I thought. Yes. Using the visor we can brainwash and put a slave up for sale or auction ten times faster than without. Brainwashing devices are nothing new to this industry, but my visor has been the best option for years now. And after I perfect it, we won’t even need a hypnotist for the initial recruitment of subjects.”

 

Now that was perhaps the in that Nigel was looking for. Getting in on the slave trade was the perfect use of his skills. “What I’m hearing, is that you need people to catch subjects for you.” 

 

While true, Emilie was keen on the idea of working with some entitled asshole. “You’re forgetting that we can’t just easily add people to our business. While your family does rent us the facility, that doesn’t mean I can put any trust in you or you abilities.”

 

“Who do I have to speak with to get in then?” 

 

The perfect question Emilie was waiting for. Now she could just let Alys handle things. The Goddess will most likely find him to be just as annoying as she does and probably deliver him to her to be sold off. Serve this prick right. She enjoyed the idea of breaking him. “Let me get you into contact with my boss.”