Faith, Lust, and Hypnosis

‘There’s a change in the plan.’

Gin mulled over the state of the village. It was earlier in the morning before he announced the competition on the training field.

‘Things are progressing much faster than I thought they would.’

In the early morning tranquility of Mora's general store, Gin and his loyal servant find themselves alone amidst shelves lined with common goods. Moving his waist back and forth against the tight puckered asshole of this hermaphrodite. It was but a few days ago she transformed, yet she was already adapting to her new life as his faithful slave.

Plap—! Plap—! Plap—!

Their bodies pressed together, clad in a thick haze of lust that hung between them like an invisible veil. The sensations jolted through both of them like a lightning bolt, each movement fueling the hunger within.

“NGGHH!!”

Mora's body trembled with intense pleasure, her eyes rolling back as a primal moan escaped her lips. Her mouth opened wide, gasping for air as she surrendered herself to the pleasure coursing through her petite frame.

“M-my lord—!! I’m…CUMMING—!!”

Within the depths of ecstasy, Mora's small 2-inch hermaphrodite penis throbbed and strained. The engorged shaft tensed in anticipation, aching for release. A bead of glistening precum dripped to the floor from the tip of her foreskin that covered the entire glans.

Gin ignored her words and kept on pounding her asshole mercilessly. After all, why would he? This was his promise to her— to give her pleasure beyond this world.

“Good… keep it coming… fill up every, single, vial…”

Gin whispered to her ears. This wasn’t just a normal ‘session’. There was an object embedded deep inside Mora’s glans, through her urethra. It was a catheter tube, connected from the head of her small cock to a pot on the other end.

“I’M CUMMING!! CUMMING!!”

Splurt—!!

And so Mora spurted out all the seeds inside her balls— pumping every single drop of it through the catheter tube and into the pot. There was quite a lot, enough to fill a quarter of a cup or perhaps even more.

Plap—! Plap—! Plap—!

The steady rhythmic sound of flesh striking flesh echoed through the room as Gin maintained his relentless pace, denying Mora even a moment's rest after her explosive climax.

“NGHH!! Lord—!! I—!! I just came—!!”

Mora's words were punctuated by gasps and moans, her body still trembling in the throes of orgasm. Her testicles continued pulsating, not yet sated despite the copious release just moments before.

Gin was determined to push her even further, to wring every last drop of pleasure from her quaking body. His powerful thrusts stimulated her hyper-sensitive nerves, sending jolts of electricity through her body.

"Please…I can't…too much…" Mora's pleas transformed into nonsensical murmurs, her mind hazy with lust.

As she pleaded to Gin, her shaft throbbed and pulsated, pumping more and more white fluid through the catheter tube into the pot.

"Please, my lord, I can't take any more…" Mora begged, even as her small shaft continued throbbing and pulsating. Despite her pleas for mercy, more pearly white fluid pumped through the catheter tube embedded deep in her urethra, steadily dripping into the awaiting pot.

The sight of Mora's essence overflowing with such abundance fueled Gin's desire for dominance. He was thrilled at how her body betrayed her words, responding to him so eagerly. Gripping her hips, he drove into her relentlessly, using her body as nothing more than a cocksleeve.

‘Her anus feels amazing…! I’m gonna cum soon…!’

Mora's slit dripped with arousal, her swollen clit aching for more attention. Sensing her need, Gin's fingers deftly stroked her engorged nub, sending sparks of electricity through her. Her eyes rolled back, lost in a haze of overwhelming sensation.

"Ah Lord…! Yes!" she cried, all her pleas for mercy turned into moans of ecstasy in an instant.

Gin's relentless pounding stretched Mora's tight rosebud to its limits, the friction almost unbearable yet deliciously pleasurable all the same. Her anal walls gripped his thick shaft like a velvet vise would, milking him as he pounded into her depths.

Mora's petite hermaphrodite cock twitched uncontrollably, leaking a steady stream of precum into the pot as Gin stroked her engorged clit with techniques he practiced on Teressa and Collette. She was lost, consumed by the dual sensations assaulting her most sensitive areas.

"Please make me cum again, Master!" she begged shamelessly, grinding her hips back to meet his thrusts.

Gin could feel his own peak building as Mora's clenching hole brought him closer and closer to release.

"Alright, I'm gonna cum!" Gin roared as the pleasure mounted to an intense climax.

With one final powerful thrust, he buried his thick, throbbing shaft to the hilt inside Mora's quivering anal passage. Her tight walls clenched around him, rippling with the aftershocks of her own release just moments before.

Splurt—!! Splurt—!! Splurt—!!

Gin's cock pulsated wildly, unleashing spurt after spurt of hot, thick seed deep into Mora's core. He could feel his essence flooding her inner depths, the copious amount spurting forcefully against her sensitive inner walls.

Mora let out a guttural moan, her body shaking from the mind breaking pleasure. "Yes, fill me up, Master!" she cried out. She felt Gin's essence flooding her insides, painting her anal walls white with his virile discharge. The sensation of being filled so thoroughly triggered her own climax, her petite cock erupting once more as her rectum clenched down hard on Gin's spurting member.

‘Oh, her ass is really committed to sucking out every last drop of my seeds.’

Gin continued grinding against her, determined to prolong the mind-numbing pleasure as long as possible. Their combined juices trickled down Mora's thighs. Her anal ring was stretched wide, struggling to contain the massive load pumped inside.

Even as Gin's orgasm subsided, his shaft remained rock hard, still embedded to the hilt inside Mora's slick passage.

Gin and Mora remained joined for a moment longer, savoring the afterglow. As Gin's breathing steadied, he slowly withdrew his still erect cock from Mora's slick passage. A trickle of their combined spend leaked out, dripping down onto her swollen balls and then to her thighs.

Eager to collect the fruits of their passion, Gin grabbed the pot connected to Mora's cock by the catheter. He grabbed Mora’s hips and tilted her up, positioning her stretched and gaping asshole directly over the pot. With a wet squelch, his thick creamy load started oozing from her anal cavity, mingling with seeds of her own release still dripping from her cock.

“Ungh… my Lord…”

Mora shuddered, the sensation of being so utterly filled then emptied sending aftershocks through her spent body. She relished in being used so thoroughly by her Lord.

"Push it out, Mora." Gin commanded.

Mora obediently bore down, pushing Gin's copious load from her rectum. His milky seed mixed with the remnants of her own ejaculate, swirling together into one and the same.

Once the pot was nearly full, Gin gently slid the catheter out, eliciting a gasp from Mora. A few last stray droplets lingered on the tip of her petite cock.

"Go on, don't waste a single drop." Gin chimed in.

Obedient as ever, Mora positioned her petite cock over the nearly full pot. With a few gentle squeezes, she milked out every stray droplet clinging to her tip until nothing more would spill forth.

Gin's massive cock stirred as he watched, already rehardening at the depraved display. Mora's willingness to follow his every command never failed to arouse him.

'At this rate, I'll be stuck in this shop all day long…' Gin mused, not that the thought displeased him.

Once Mora completely emptied out her hermaphrodite balls, she fell on the ground, her body limp and exhausted. They have been going at it from the evening till dawn, and only thanks to her modified physique that she could last this long. Fortunately for Gin, with his power of miracle, suffered zero fatigue whatsoever.

‘Throughout the night, we have collected a dozen pots worth of ‘energy drinks’ or so. This should be good for the next three days.’

The development of his plans went by too quickly and too smoothly. Gin had pondered that it would take a full week to make everyone in the village fall under his palm, yet it had been the second day since he enacted his plans and over a quarter of the villagers became addicted to his energy drinks.

‘I had the teenagers spread the drinks to their families, and now their parents, brothers and sisters pretty much became my subjects. They are not quite a zealot yet, but I still hold a very strong control over their minds.’

Gin can now send transmissions to their souls, giving them suggestions (orders) to do his bidding. No matter their allegiance, loyalty or favor, as long as their name exists in his subject list, they cannot reject him.

For example, right now—

Knock—! Knock—! Knock—!

—Someone was at the front door, knocking.

‘They are slightly earlier than I anticipated. This is good.’

Gin carried the naked and unconscious Mora behind the counter, hiding her from plain sight. Then he put on his clothes and cleaned up everything in the store using his Faith points, and opened the door.

“Welcome.” Gin said, ushering the people standing beyond the door inside the store.

There were roughly a dozen people or more standing outside. They all looked familiar to Gin, after all, they are the very villagers that he was trying to control.

“......”

They all looked at each other with a confused face and entered the store.

‘Naturally, they all must be confused. It would be weird if they aren’t.’

Among the villagers were Wyca’s parents and other families of the teenagers who drank the energy drinks. They received Gin’s will, and since their Mind stats were incomparably low to his, they could not resist his ‘calling’.

Using his miracle power, Gin checked their basic information one by one and confirmed their relationship with each other. They were indeed the parents of the teenagers who he met yesterday, and some even were their brothers and sisters.

‘This much is easy enough. Having them do simple tasks like ‘go here’ or ‘go there’, and ‘do this and that’ is still plausible, but I can’t have them do anything too crazy like ‘kill this guy’, ‘rob this man’s house’ or ‘let me fuck you’. There are still limitations, but I believe when my Mind stats are raised even higher, I can do so much more with minimum hypnosis.’

And so, Gin entrusted them with something ‘harmless’ and ‘simple’ to each and every single one of the villagers with him in this room.

“Take these pots and persuade everyone in this village to drink them. These are energy drinks, and I believe you people understood what I meant when I said these drinks are good for you.”

Gin paused for a second before continuing, “As for the method of persuasion? Well, that will be up to yourself to decide.”

The villagers looked at each other once again, not truly comprehending the situations they were in. But their ‘goal’ was obvious enough for even the younger member of the group.

The implied meaning of Gin’s words were clear. His words went beyond simple words— he sent them his will right into their very body, mind, and soul.

—Spread the drinks, make them drink it through any means necessary.

“......”

The villagers doubted and hesitated. They questioned themselves why they were here early in the morning. The birds had just started to chirp, and the sun blanketed the whole land.

They wanted to ask, to question the nature of the task they were given by this strange, dark-haired man. Yet, they couldn’t. There was no voice coming out of their throat, no will to resist his will.

‘I feel like I’m in a dream. What sort of dream is this? A bad one? A good one? I can’t tell.’

‘Why are we here? What are we doing here? The drinks… the energy drinks… can I have a sip?’

‘I’m thirsty. I’m really thirsty. I need to drink it again…!’

Many thoughts flashed through their mind, and Gin wasn’t ignorant of them. He read their emotions not through Trust stats, but through the bonds they made when they consumed his essence.

‘As I thought, turning someone into a subject allows me to read their minds and emotions without relying on Trust stats anymore. It’s very handy…’

Gin clapped his hands twice and gestured towards the door, “Now, why don’t we share this gift to everyone in the village? I believe everyone knows what to do. Everyone grab one pot before you go.”

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Now that Gin realized his plans were advancing much faster than anticipated, he concluded the whole village will be his in under a week. From then on out, he could farm more Faith points while transforming this remote, isolated village into his own paradise.

Coming back to the present, Gin arrived on the training field and shared more energy drinks with the teenagers. They were all suffering from withdrawals very quickly, and he was there to give them the salvation they needed.

Among the teenagers, beside Sara, Wyca was the next person that caught his eyes. Her fiery red hair was striking, making her stand out among the group. Soon, Gin’s interest turned to curiosity and he did some digging. Asking Teressa, Collette and Sera herself, it seemed there was a rivalry going on between the two of them.

Now, his curiosity has taken another step further and evolved into desires.

‘I wonder if I can pull this off…’

Gin brought Teressa and Collette with him to the training ground, a soft smile playing on his lips as excitement welling up in his mind. He had dressed his two hermaphrodite subjects in long V-neck dresses that plunged well below their navels, revealing just a teasing glimpse of their subtle, curly pubic hair. It was his way of showing off his favorite toys to the teenage trainees who already fell under his influence.

Underneath their dresses, Teressa and Collette's massive, throbbing cocks were tucked up and held flush against their bodies with tight undergarments. The restrictive bands squeezed their engorged shafts tightly, keeping their burgeoning erections hidden from view. Only Gin knew the true extent of his subjects' endowments, and how they quivered and pulsed beneath the thin, silky material of their dresses.

‘Their exhibitionist side is showing…’

Gin announced the sword competition to the teenagers, informing them that the top 3 winners would receive 'special rewards' from the two stunning ‘ladies’. The mere insinuation of what those rewards might entail was enough to stir the loins of the impressionable teens.

Especially under the influence of the energy drinks that he just shared with them. They are burning with vigor and vitality. However, only one of them will truly receive that ‘special rewards’.

‘This should be obvious, but I guess their mind is too muddied by their lust. First place and second place will be taken by Sera and Wyca without a doubt as their skills are just in another league. The question is about the third place. Who will take it? Well… it doesn’t matter, I guess.’ Gin thought to himself.

Gin oversaw the preparations for the sword competition with anticipation, barely keeping his own lust in check. Though the winners were predetermined in his mind, it mattered little— after all, it’s not about who won what. It’s about him enjoying the spectacle and the Faith points that will follow.

As the teenagers took their positions, he understood without even looking, that these late teens were horny as all hell. But they were not allowed to relieve themselves, not yet anyway. Their sizable bulges barely contained by their tight leggings were plain to see, yet everyone ignored it. They were too busy focusing on the top three rewards. The energy drinks had done their work, and the teens were nearly bursting with vigor and vitality.

At his side, Teressa and Collette could barely restrain themselves, aroused at the prospect of rewarding the winners. Teressa's nipples stood stiff beneath her dress, while Collette rubbed her thighs together. Their massive erections straining against the restrictive bands meant to keep them hidden.

"Oh Lord, I can barely contain myself…" Teressa murmured, cheeks flushed.

"Same here…" Collette echoed, squirming in anticipation.

Gin replied softly, just enough for the three of them to hear. “You will get your release soon. For now, just enjoy the entertainment before your eyes.”

Teressa and Collette obediently followed their Lord's command, positioning themselves on either side of him as the tournament was about to commence. Despite their barely restrained arousal, they stood with poise and grace, letting the wandering eyes of the spectators feast on their sensual forms.

The two hermaphrodites were clad in silky dresses that clung temptingly to their curvaceous bodies, the deep necklines revealing the soft swell of breasts topped with pert, stiff nipples. Teressa's areolas peeked teasingly from the edges of the fabric, drawing the gaze of many. Collette's ample ass strained against the thin material, her cheeks jiggling ever so slightly with each subtle movement.

It was torture for Teressa and Collette to remain stoic, their massive erections throbbing almost painfully beneath their tight undergarments. But they endured it for the pleasure of their Lord, awaiting his command.

‘Now, shall we begin?’