Hi Everyone!
Hot new story is out now, the second in the Mind-Controlled Future series about an egomaniacal omnipotent being holding a contest to find the partner of his wicked dreams. In this one, there’s a bikini contest…to the death…? Pick it up here!
Blurb:
Perfection Isn’t Enough For The Eternal Emperor
They are monuments to desire itself—women so impossibly beautiful that ancient civilizations would have built temples in their honor. Flawless faces. Bodies sculpted beyond mortal comprehension. Minds sharp enough to cut glass, now focused on a single purpose: winning Him.
The Eternal Emperor has promised the ultimate prize. One lucky contestant will ascend beyond mere perfection to become his Goddess, sharing in powers that reshape reality itself. But first, they must survive the pinnacle of female competition in this bizarre, alpha-owned future: the Bikini Contest.
The runway stretches across a pit of molten lava. The rules are deliciously simple: strut, pose, and don’t fall. Oh, and the other contestants? They’re allowed to interfere. Encouraged, even.
Welcome back to the competition that has the entire Empire holding its breath. Twelve breathtaking contestants—each more stunning than the last, each powerful beyond mortal comprehension—return for their most dangerous challenge yet.
WARNING: This story contains scenes of INTENSE transformation and bimbofication, mind control, lactation erotica, breeding, and an unfiltered view of what a sadist with omnipotent power would make of a world that exists to please him.
The First Thousand(ish) Words:
The second episode premieres three weeks later, on a Thursday at 8:30 PM. The reason for the delay and time change is simply to torture the program’s billions of new fans, who have been obsessively watching and rewatching the first episode ever since. Of course, those who don’t watch obsessively are obsessively forced to watch on threat of death, stared down by tall winged superhuman angelic female guards whose cunts pulse at the thought of someone disobeying their Master’s command because it gives them a chance to show off their strength. These guards survive on the sustenance given by (mostly false) rumors that occasionally one of them is chosen to be fucked by The Eternal Master.
Once again, viewing is mandatory, except for those working shifts in the mines, factories, and pits; their disregard for showing proper reverence is noted, however, and their daily rations reduced and floggings increased accordingly.
The Empire Comes First—and The Empire’s Next Top Goddess will BE The Empire—or its representation.
Over the coming decades, the Eternal Master will stretch out his reach across the solar system and then the galaxy, conquering foreign planets and eliminating all those that do not bear enough resemblance for something he wants to fuck. The smiling, sneering face of his genocidal conquests will be The EmpressGoddess he crowns from these proceedings.
So while this is essentially a beauty contest, it’s a very important beauty contest, if for no other reason than that The Eternal Master deems it important.
But, don’t you want The Eternal Master to be in love? Are you not a proper worshiper of his ways and rule? Don’t think too hard, if not. All such disobedient thought waves are picked up quickly by the theta-scanners located in your ceiling.
The first shot of today’s episode explodes onto the screen with the now-trademark wide panning helicopter show of His Mountain Estate. Overnight, an enormous waterfall has sprouted from one side of the illustrious mountains inside the massive forested area inside the middle of the Residence—and far to one side we see a bubbling volcanic peak spewing out fiery red lava with picturesque fury.
All the girls are seen trying on tiny string bikinis, pressing their tits together, preening in front of the mirror and camera, and slipping on gorgeous strappy high heels. Their colors remain the same from the day before, as with all the girls (it helps keep The Eternal Master’s mind straight from the tens of thousands of women he has forcefully enslaved to His Majestic Cock).
A friendly rundown:
LAURYN, the sensationally sexy burgundy brunette who is absolutely ready to sit in judgment of everyone breaking even the slightest rule or expectation, wears red.
FELICITY, the startingly sexy brunette who just wants everyone to get along and to be Master’s good girl, wears orange.
BRISA, the scintillatingly sexy blonde whose shameless cult of personality has made her the recipient of the second-highest income on the planet (behind The Eternal Master), wears yellow.
ANGELINE, the savagely sexy redhead who seems consistently furious at the existence of anyone who isn’t The Eternal Master and whose temper is more wild than the volcano she is now neighbors with, wears green.
ISLA, the scandalously sexy fitness freak whose favorite workout is giving her physical trainers heart attacks by outpacing them, wears blue.
TAMARA, the sensually sexy blonde who hopes her sob story will earn her the affection of the man of her dreams, wears indigo.
VALENTINA, the sinfully sexy raven-haired beauty who has probably murdered dozens with her looks and whose only disappointment is that that number isn’t thousands, wears violet.
We witness several quick full shots in a row:
Angeline and Isla exciting their tiny quarters with terrible frowns on their faces from being so disrespected the day before. Their bikini + tall, tall heel combos are so hot that the flowers nearby gravitate toward them, mistaking these young goddesses for new suns.
Brisa follows them, looking rather chipper, with Tamara following her around like a lovesick puppy. She’s wearing a collar and Brisa holds the leash, casually broadcasting the pair of them to billions of fans via her phone. Something has clearly transpired between the two contestants overnight.
Fast cuts to directly overhead, where Lauryn is seen exiting her own quarters, lost in a long embrace with one of her clones which The Eternal Master gifted her. She backs away slowly, clearing crushing on herself.
Felicity walks past Valentina’s door to see Valentina idly choking and fingering a servant of her own in the doorway—all of which look exactly like Felicity. Felicity clearly moans, clearly sexually, seeing the dead copies of herself barely hidden behind the door.
Valentina sees the real Felicity, throws her a smoldering wink, and struts down the stairs toward today’s competition. The Felicity-Clone in the doorway being finger-fucked by Valentina is—somehow—dressed exactly the same as the real Felicity. Felicity follows Valentina, appearing somewhat drunk from the staggering waves of lust witnessing herself with Valentina has inspired in her.
Theme music rises; the title of the show flashing over the heads of the girls as they strut the long path to the volcano (the viewer is compelled to wonder, is the order of the girls foreshadowing?):
THE EMPIRE’S NEXT TOP GODDESS
None of the girls eat breakfast, of course. All of them subsist entirely on honey, milk, and seed—and fasting regularly. So all of them arrive at the newly formed volcanic ridge with empty, tight bellies, surviving entirely on the promise of their Master’s seed dumping inside them soon.
He appears from nothing—one second he wasn’t there, and the next he is, with a tall statuesque blond at his side. She is dressed in the same manner as Emiko from the day before, in a tight, gorgeously tailored pinstriped miniskirt business suit. She has the countenance of a woman who has been thoroughly, unceasingly mauled and fucked for an entire night.
“Hey, babes, this is Elisa,” he stops in front of Brisa. “You knew her as Mimiko, Emiko? Something? Doesn’t matter now.” Elisa, at his side, simpers and shrugs. She doesn’t know her old name either. “I don’t know, couldn’t stop thinking about tall Nordic blondes last night and suddenly I didn’t give a fuck about Asians anymore, you know?”
He is obviously looking at Brisa while he says this, lasciviously looking her up and down. Brisa poses and takes in his admiration openly, clearly enjoying herself. Finally, he looks away.
“You’re all so fucking sparkling hot. My god.” He eyes them up and down for a while. “Is that a collar on Tamara? Tamara, are you wearing a collar?…”
