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Kaa and the stylish businessman
Karl had heard the rumors. Everyone had. The media couldn’t stop talking about a hypnotizing snake lurking around the city, preying on unsuspecting men, taking control of their minds. It was a story that had caused a stir among businessmen and influential figures, but Karl didn’t believe the creature could reach him. Not in his office, not in his space of power.
However, when the door gently opened, letting in a strangely warm breeze, he knew. A serpentine figure slithered inside, and his worst fears materialized. There stood Kaa, the same snake that had been the focus of recent headlines, his eyes already beginning to swirl in hypnotic spirals of color.
Karl immediately frowned, fear and disgust twitching every muscle in his face. His jaw tightened, and his first reaction was pure revulsion.
“You…” he snapped, his deep voice filled with disgust. How dare you come in here? I will not fall for your games.
Kaa moved forward slowly, his movements smooth and precise, as if he savored every second. His eyes shone with a glow that grew more and more hypnotic as he came closer. Despite the threat he posed, he kept a satisfied smile on his face.
“Ohhh... Karl…” Kaa whispered in a drawling voice, filling the air with his hypnotic cadence. “I knew it would be interesssting to meet you... And now that I am here... I know... you will love... my company.”
Karl stepped back slightly, raising a hand in an attempt to stop the snake. He knew what would come next if he did not act quickly, but something inside him kept him frozen in place. His disgust was palpable, but so was the growing feeling that, perhaps, he had no escape now.
“Don’t come closer…” he warned, but his voice sounded less firm than before, as if even his words were losing strength.
“Poor Kaaaarl…” Kaa murmured, coming even closer, stopping right in front of him. “You know what I can do… and yet… you try to resssissst… But you and I both know that no one can resssissst…”
Kaa’s eyes began to shine more brightly, the colorful spirals now completely filling Karl’s vision. Although he tried to look away, his pupils were inevitably drawn into the hypnotic twists. With each passing second, he felt his distrust slowly dissolve, replaced by a feeling of lethargy and emptiness. He knew what was happening, but he couldn’t help it.
“No… I won’t…” Karl tried to speak, but his words were caught in his throat. His once sharp and resilient mind was now overrun by the colors dancing in his eyes, filling every corner of his consciousness.
Kaa bowed his head with an expression of triumph. There was no need for him to say more. Karl's will was rapidly crumbling, his body, which still maintained an upright and tense posture, began to visibly relax.
"Yeeeeeesss... Karl..." the snake whispered, savoring every syllable. "Let yourssself go..."
Karl's eyes, now completely captured by Kaa's coils, lost any trace of resistance. His breathing slowed, his mind floating in the void Kaa had created. He was defeated.
Kaa, with a satisfied smile, watched him calmly. His prey had fallen.
The stillness of the office was interrupted only by the whisper of Kaa as he smoothly slid across Karl’s body, now completely under his control. The businessman, with a fixed and empty gaze, awaited the snake’s commands, his hands lying limp in his lap.
Kaa, with a more relaxed expression but now with a mischievous glint, decided that playtime had begun. He slowly coiled around Karl’s torso, bringing his head closer to the perfectly tied knot of the businessman’s tie.
"Ssso much formality... Kaaaarl..." Kaa whispered with a sly grin. "I think it’sss time... to loosssen up a bit..."
With a fluid motion, Kaa tugged at the tie, sliding it off Karl’s neck until it came completely free, letting it drop to the floor. The man made no move to resist; his once-powerful arms remained motionless. His empty eyes followed the rhythm of Kaa’s spirals, utterly absorbed.
Kaa didn’t stop there. Slowly, he began to slide the tip of his tail toward the buttons of Karl’s shirt. With precision, he unbuttoned them one by one, starting from the top. As each button was undone, Karl’s exposed skin contrasted with the whiteness of his shirt. His pectorals began to show as the snake undressed his prey.
"Now... roll up your sssleevesss..." Kaa ordered, while his body coiled even tighter around Karl, giving him a light squeeze.
Without hesitation, Karl obeyed. His hands, as if controlled by invisible strings, began to lift the cuffs of his shirt, carefully folding them as the snake had instructed. Kaa watched with satisfaction, each of Karl’s movements only reinforcing his power over him.
"Yesss... now you’re ready... for more..." Kaa whispered, encircling Karl with his body, rubbing against his skin as he toyed with his prey, savoring the absolute control.
The businessman, who at one point would have epitomized power and authority, was now nothing more than a puppet in the snake’s hands. The colors in his eyes continued to swirl, deepening his trance. Kaa reveled in the control, letting his scales brush against Karl’s skin, sliding his body over him, while the man remained completely subdued, growing more relaxed and willing to fulfill any desire Kaa might have.
The snake, pleased with the progress, let out a soft whisper.
"Let’sss play a little more... my dear Kaaaarl..."
Trent's bretrayed and hypnotized
Emir had successfully completed the mission Delerion had entrusted to him. Now, his best friend Trent stood before him, bound and gagged, struggling uselessly against the ropes that imprisoned him. His eyes, filled with fury and terror, kept shooting him glances that burned him from the depths of his soul. Emir knew he had betrayed him, but Delerion's will was absolute, unbreakable.
"My lord," Emir said, bowing before Delerion, who entered the dungeon with his elegant gait, his staff shining in his hand, "I have brought my friend as you ordered."
Delerion smiled, his expression full of mockery and cruelty. He approached the prisoner, his steps echoing on the cold stones of the floor, and with a simple gesture, he released the gag from Trent's mouth. Feeling the freedom on his lips, he was quick to spit out his frustration.
"If this is a joke, it's not fucking funny, Emir!" he shouted, his voice vibrating with fury and bewilderment.
Delerion laughed softly, an icy laugh that filled the air with an almost palpable tension. "A joke? Oh, Trent, you don't seem to understand. Emir didn't betray you... he simply found his place. He knows who his true master is."
Trent tried to struggle once more, but the ropes were too strong. "What have you done to make Emir behave like this? Son of a bitch!"
Delerion cut him off with a simple gesture of his hand. "Emir, dear, gag your friend again. He can't seem to control his tongue."
Without a word, Emir complied, placing the gag back over Trent's mouth, who tried to resist, but to no avail. His eyes filled with a mixture of hatred and despair, looking at his former friend, now turned into an obedient slave.
Delerion walked toward the exit as if to leave the room, and Emir followed closely behind, submissive. "Wait a moment, Emir," the sorcerer said, stopping. "Don't go yet. Watch as I subdue your friend."
Delerion raised his staff and, with a soft whisper, conjured the hypnotic green light. The floating orb began to glow in front of Trent, pulsing with seductive energy. Trent frowned, trying to look away, but to no avail. The light had him trapped.
"What is this?" Trent thought, his breathing quickening. He didn't understand what he was seeing, but the strange sensation that was beginning to envelop his mind confused him. He tried to struggle, but his thoughts were beginning to cloud.
From a distance, Delerion and Emir watched, the former with a triumphant smile and the latter with an obedient stillness, totally under the sorcerer's control.
Trent slowly stopped struggling. His shoulders relaxed and his eyes focused on the green light floating in front of him. His breathing, once labored, became slow and deep. There was no fury anymore, only the urge to obey.
From the dungeon stairs, Delerion watched as Trent, with his back to the exit, no longer struggled or moved. The hypnotic light had disappeared, the spell having worked once more. Delerion stepped closer, releasing the ropes and gag with a wave of his hand. “Now, Trent,” the sorcerer whispered with a smile, “tell me, who do you obey?”
Trent, his gaze vacant, slowly rose, now a completely transformed man, and answered in a submissive, almost mechanical voice, “I obey you… master.”
Delerion reveled in his new conquest, gently caressing Trent’s cheek as Emir watched in silence. Both men,
under his complete control, were ready to follow him to his bedchamber.
"Come, my beautiful slaves," Delerion ordered, his smile victorious as he climbed the dungeon stairs and the two men followed him, obedient, heading towards a destiny marked by lust and total submission.
Gianluca under King Delerion's control
King Delerion watched his new acquisition with a mixture of satisfaction and perversity. In front of him, with an expressionless face and empty eyes, was Gianluca, a famous model and influencer who had recently captured the attention of thousands on social media and reality TV shows. Now, in the dim light of the sorcerer's palace, nothing remained of that arrogance and spark that he used to have in front of the cameras; only a submissive man remained, trapped in a spell that reduced him to a mere object of desire and obedience.
Delerion approached him and caressed the staff, watching as the green sphere emitted a glow that reflected on the face of his new acquisition. The palace hall was plunged into an almost reverential silence, only broken by the sorcerer's low, satisfied laughter. In front of him, Gianluca remained motionless, his gaze lost in the distance, his eyes devoid of life and will, as if all the spark that once illuminated them had been extinguished by the magic that now dominated him.
"So you were the star of that gala, weren't you? So adored, so admired..." Delerion whispered, taking a step towards him and enjoying the power that emanated from absolute control over his new slave. "Thousands looked at you, desired you, envied you. But now... now, you belong only to me."
Gianluca did not move, his posture remained firm and upright, his body perfectly straight, obeying an invisible command that kept him in that submissive position. His lips moved slowly, as if the process of speaking was foreign to him, and he answered in a low, monotonous tone: "Only to you, my master."
Delerion smiled even wider, feeling his ego swell with every submissive word that escaped Gianluca's lips. "Do you miss anything from your previous life? Do you miss the fame, the flashbulbs, the people chanting your name?"
"No, my master," Gianluca replied, his voice echoing hollowly. "I exist only to serve you."
The sorcerer reveled in his victory, coming close enough for the staff's light to bathe Gianluca's face completely, accentuating the lack of expression, the utter submission in his empty eyes. "Very well, Gianluca," Delerion murmured, enjoying the name as if he were savoring an exquisite delicacy.
"Say it again. Tell me who you belong to."
"You, my master," Gianluca repeated, without hesitation, without wavering, without a hint of emotion.
Delerion laughed, proud of his handiwork. He had taken a man whose life was filled with adoration and applause and reduced him to a mere instrument of his will. And there was nothing that could match that power, that delicious feeling of absolute control.
Kaa and the bearded suited hunk
The man, a bit rushed in the morning, sat down with his cup of coffee and loosened his grey jacket to make himself more comfortable. The previous night had been long, and he was half asleep as he mentally reviewed his work schedule. His dark hair and beard gave him an elegant air, but there was something about his expression that revealed a certain natural clumsiness, as if his day was about to fall apart at any moment.
Kaa watched him from a corner of the dining room, entertained by the dazed aura of his next victim.
“My, my... what an interesssting thing we have here,” the snake whispered as it slithered silently towards him. The man did not notice Kaa's presence until he felt a coldness on the back of his neck and a low, serpentine voice speaking in his ear.
“Tired, little human? Looksss like you're not very awake,” Kaa murmured, a mocking smile on his reptilian face. The man, with a surprised expression, quickly raised his head and looked around, not quite understanding what was happening.
“Eh…? Who said that?” he asked confused, his eyes still a little sleepy. He was still unaware of the situation, much less of the threat he was about to face. Kaa, slowly sliding his tail around the man’s arm, began to skillfully weave his words.
“Shhh, don’t worry… it’s nothing ssserious… jussst, reeeelay, human…” The snake positioned itself in front of him, making sure its hypnotic eyes were in full view. The man froze for a second, frowning as he tried to understand what was happening.
“Wha… what’s going on here?” the man stammered, his eyes narrowing as he felt the gentle brush of Kaa’s tail around his torso. “I… I think I should go, yeah…” he tried to say, shifting his shoulders a little as if to push away the feeling. But it was too late. Kaa's eyes began to shine with those colorful rings that slowly caught the man's attention. At first, his eyes blinked rapidly, trying to resist, but the attraction was unstoppable.
“Ssstay... you're in no hurry... look at meee,,,,” Kaa whispered, coming even closer, his tail playfully caressing the man's beard. The bearded man tried to look away, turning his head to the side, but his curiosity got the better of him.
“Hey... this is weird... very weird,” he murmured, although his voice was already fading, losing firmness.
“Raaaare, you ssssay... hehe... I don't think ssso... this is exactly what you need,” Kaa replied as he brought his head closer to the man's face. “You're sssooo tired... let me help you relaxxx...” The snake was playing, enjoying the back and forth of the resistance that was slowly evaporating. The man's eyes, though they wanted to stay open, were getting heavier and heavier, trapped in those endless rings.
“No... I shouldn't... I have to... work...,” he tried to say, but his voice was barely a murmur. The man began to lean forward, as if his strength was leaving him, while Kaa held him with his tail ever tighter.
“Relaxxx... sssoon you won't have to worry about anything, jussst keep looking at me... jussst look at me...”
Finally, the man's eyes were completely filled with the hypnotic rings of color. His mouth, smiling stupidly, was no longer wordless. His facial expression was empty and dazed, deep in a trance. Kaa licked his lips, satisfied. “Good boy... now... let'sss play for a while...”
Dimitri hypnotized by Jafar
The grand hall of Empress Dagmar's palace was illuminated by the golden light of oil lamps, filling the air with a warm glow. Dimitri, who had come to visit Princess Anastasia, was walking through its luxurious halls, the same Dimitri who had been a con man, was now the boyfriend of the Empress's reappeared granddaughter and his life was filled with calm.
But that calm would be shattered very soon.
Jafar, his stealthy figure covered by his dark cloak, had penetrated the palace's defenses. Like a shadow, he had gone unnoticed by everyone. He knew that the last artifact he needed to increase his hypnotic powers was hidden in some chamber of the palace, kept secret by Empress Dagmar. He couldn't risk being discovered, so he decided to find someone within the palace who could do his dirty work for him. Someone like Dimitri, with a past of cunning and deceit.
Jafar emerged from the shadows and walked over to where Dimitri stood alone. His tall, menacing figure made Dimitri turn immediately, recognizing the villain from the stories he had heard of Aladdin.
"Jafar..." Dimitri said the name dismissively. "I don't care what you're doing here, but I assure you that you won't get away unscathed if you keep going."
"Ah, Dimitri, my dear boy..." Jafar replied, drawing out the syllables as if he enjoyed the tension he had caused. "I'm not looking for trouble, I just need... a favor."
Dimitri narrowed his eyes, wary. His instincts told him to walk away.
"You know I don't do favors for guys like you. Besides, I don't want any trouble with the Empress. If you leave now, no one will know you were here. Otherwise, I'll have to call the guards."
Jafar let out a sinister chuckle and raised his snake scepter, slowly bringing it closer to Dimitri's face. The reptile's eyes began to glow, casting an eerie glow into the young man's eyes.
"No, Dimitri. You will not call anyone... What you will do is very simple." Jafar's voice became soft, hypnotic. "You will bring me the artifact that is hidden in this palace... the artifact that I need..."
Dimitri tried to back away, but his eyes met those of the scepter, and his body began to lose its tension. The glow of the snake's eyes enveloped him, slowly extinguishing his will. He tried to fight, but he could not look away.
"I will bring you... the artifact... that you need..." Dimitri repeated, his voice now robotic and monotonous.
"Yes... You will be my faithful servant... you will bring it to me without anyone knowing," Jafar continued, enjoying watching Dimitri's mind bend to his power.
"I will bring it to you... without anyone knowing..." Dimitri muttered, completely dominated.
"Now go," Jafar ordered. "Look for it in the Empress's secret chamber. You will not stop until you find it."
"I will not stop... until I find it..."
Dimitri, his eyes glassy and empty, turned and began to walk through the halls of the palace, as if an invisible force was guiding him. He was not aware of his actions, he only obeyed.
Jafar followed at a safe distance, watching as Dimitri headed without hesitation towards a large door at the end of a dark corridor. The young man, under the influence of the spell, opened the door effortlessly, revealing the Empress's secret chamber. There, in the center, surrounded by a dim magical light, rested the artifact that Jafar desired: an ancient jewel, embedded in a carved pedestal.
Dimitri stepped forward without hesitation, taking the jewel and placing it in his hands, handing it over to Jafar without resistance.
“Here you have… the artifact you need…” Dimitri said, his voice completely devoid of emotion.
Jafar took the artifact, his face showing a smile of triumph. The magic contained within the jewel would increase his already fearsome hypnotic abilities, making him practically invincible. But not only that. There was a new “prize” in his possession: Dimitri.
“You have done well, Dimitri… Now you will be mine forever.” Jafar raised the scepter again, and Dimitri’s eyes shone brightly as his mind fell even deeper into trance.
“I will be yours… forever…” Dimitri repeated, completely subdued.
“Perfect. Now, accompany me to Agrabah. There, you will join my other servants… forever at my side.” —Jafar chuckled as he led the hypnotized Dimitri out of the palace, his newest acquisition for his growing harem of hypnotized slaves.
Dimitri walked meekly behind him, putting up no resistance, unaware that his fate was now sealed as a slave under Jafar's will.
Lady Carmine looks into your soul... and finds you lacking...
Garden of Good and Evil on Flickr.
Elizabeth Olsen, Aubrey Plaza and Jenna Coleman. They’re more daddiest than the daddy themselves, in costume they literally take my breath away and they have literally the attitude like you know, when they are acting the manners are here.
Truthly when i saw them i lost my mind. ( when they wear suit i die my soul left my body)
How about a shadow spring trap suit? Looks frightening that way. C: