At an exclusive mountain retreat, you step into an experimental sensory experience known only as the Fantasy Pod. Your female co-worker is young, bold, and expects to be in control. When the session begins, neither of you is prepared for what your minds will awaken… or who the fantasy truly belongs to. In the end, you find yourself in a sexual competition to service the top men of the Empire.
Part One of a Two-Part Sensual Hypnotic Journey
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It was the oddest of work retreats, nestled in the mountains at a resort spa. You find yourself in a far corner of the facility, in an unadvertised new section called the fantasy pod
You adjust your swimsuit around your breasts as you step into one of the two flotation tanks joined up by a large electric terminal. You look over at your partner in this adventure. Her name is Madison, a blonde, arrogant 20-something you have worked with for about a year. She also happens to be the most irritating person in the organization.
Loud, selfish, and aggressively pretty, she thinks everyone else a little beneath her and frankly boring.
But that body though. You can certainly appreciate it. You find your eyes lingering a little longer than necessary on her dangling breasts as she bends over in a small bikini. However, just as it always happens, she speaks and ruins the mood.
“I’ll try and be easy on you,” she smirks.
You know what she means. And it’s a slight. The pods are supposed to analyze the fantasies of the person with the strongest thoughts and bring them to life. Obviously Madison assumes that person will be her. And that HER fantasy would be much wilder than anything YOU could ever imagine.
Oh how little she really knows you. Perhaps she’s in… for a surprise.
Of course it was Madison who found out about this odd corner of the resort. She’d been flirting with the manager who had quietly told her about these fantasy sessions. The pods weren’t available to the public yet. They were still experimenting with them and their safety.
For some reason Maddie chose YOU as a partner. You wondered why. Perhaps she felt it was a way of putting you in your place, maybe even humiliating you. After all you’re smart and don’t cave to her B.S.
Whatever the reason, you’re now committed to the session. You lay in the low salt water of the tank as the pod door closes with a hiss. It’s total blackness, but doesn’t feel claustrophobic in the least. It seems like an infinite space is around you. It’s then you hear a soothing voice.
“Welcome…
[breath]
You’re both here together… and you are safe.
[slow beat]
I want you to Take a deep, unhurried breath with me…
in… and out…
Feel the air—soft, warm—sliding over your skin.
Like a gentle hand… that knows exactly how to soothe you.
[beat]
This is a place without judgment.
Every thought… every secret… every quiet ache you’ve ever carried…
is welcome here.
Even the ones you’ve never let yourself imagine too clearly.
Especially those.
In a moment, we’ll begin the selection.
Your minds will open… and together, you’ll step into one of your deepest desires.
It might be a fantasy you’ve held for years…
or something hidden so far inside you,
you’ll feel it rise like a breath you’ve been holding far too long.
Here, in this place, you can give in to it. Without shame or judgement
Here, you will.
[breath]
And as real as it will feel,
you will always be safe.
Always in control…
even as you surrender to the pull.
[beat]
We’ll begin with a gentle descent… deeper with each number.
Five…
your muscles loosen… your shoulders sink.
Imagine warm fingers gliding slowly down your spine…
Four…
the space between your thoughts widens…
and a soft heat begins to build, low in your body.
Three…
breathing in… breathing out…
with each breath, the world outside fades…
and the warmth spreads.
Two…
your minds drift together…
like two bodies moving closer in the dark.
One…
weightless… open…
anticipating.
And now… zero.
[slow pause, breath in]
Your conscious mind rests…
and the deeper part of you… awakens.
[breath]
There is no shame here.
Only truth.
Only pleasure.
What you will see… feel… taste…
is all in your minds.
And yet…
it will touch you so deeply…
you may forget where the fantasy ends…
[soft, intimate tone]
So breathe… and let it happen.
You are ready…
and your fantasy… is already reaching for you.”
Still deep in trance you’re aware of a flicker of dim light appearing out of the complete darkness. You open your eyes, the pod door is open but the ceiling of the resort looks different. It’s white marble, and it’s lit by candlelight.
You crawl out of your pod, still incredibly relaxed and watch Madison look around in confusion. You’re both naked. Her body is even more impressive without the bikini and you feel just a tiny twinge of appreciation between your thighs.
You want to linger in your appreciation,but you decide to look around.You’re inside what feels like a roman temple.
“What the fuck is this?” Maddie says. “Where are we?”
You point to a clay tablet in front of the pods. It’s written in a Roman type of script but you can still understand it. It says these pods were an archeological find and are incredibly old, their purpose was unknown.
“Have we gone back in time?” Maddy asks. She grabs your wrist and you can hear the fear in her voice. You remain calm.
“No,” you say. “The future. I guess history repeats itself. Our clothes probably disintegrated in the salt water over hundreds or maybe thousands of years.
Madison squeezes your wrist even harder as you hear heavy footsteps echoing through the temple. You both turn around to see two guards . Each is wearing a short white robe, almost like a long shirt with a crimson cord as a belt. The bottom of the robe barely covering their asses and their manhood.
For several minutes, there is chaos. Upon seeing the women and the empty pods, one yells at the other to tell the Emperor. There is a jabber of voices. The word goddess is repeated. The guard that remains in the room gets down and kneels towards both of you. With one knee on the floor and the other leg raised you can look right up his robe. He’s a substantial man who is obviously embarrassed at his erection.
“What the fuck is going on here?” repeats Maddy, still obviously confused. “What is this? Why would I fantasize about any of this shit?”
You smile. “Maybe it’s not YOUR fantasy? Besides, maybe you should thank me. From what I can tell, they think we’re goddesses. We’re likely to get treated very well here.” You point at the kneeling soldier. “It’s not every day I get to see a man like THAT, getting an erection over me.”
“You obviously don’t run in MY circles,” she replied. “Besides, why would he be fantasizing about boning you while I’m around.”
You smile the insult, knowing it doesn’t bother you. You know when a man lusts after you. You saw that look in the soldier’s eye before he took that knee. It’s you he lusts for.
Your ears perk up as you hear the sounds of a dozen or so men running in sandals into the temple. There are more guards, dressed similarly but with different colored cords as belts. A few wear distinctive headgear. They place their hands on you, gently, place your hands behind your back and tie them up. You see Madison jump slightly as if she’s been goosed, then you feel one of the guards slide his hand down your ass cheeks, reach your pussy and slide a quick finger in. You realize only now how wet you are. You look over at him and he winks. He’s not supposed to molest you, but he can’t help himself.
The temple complex is larger than you imagine. You’re both taken to a beautiful spa and bath area. The smell of a wonderful incense fills the air and it turns you on. Then you’re taken into a pool. The water is warm and the men bathe you with soft sponges. You watch the young, handsome guard who is soaping you up, his eyes bulging at your curves, his hand shaking as he tries to caress your breasts and pussy while still pretending to use the sponge. After the bath you’re invited to lie on a marble table covered with soft thick fabric that brings back memories of childhood.
An older man now approaches you. Grey hair, distinctive features, handsome and still in good shape for his age. He has a serious and intellectual look. Perhaps a doctor, priest or other official. He nods to the men and you feel the guards holding down each of your shoulders, while two others press down on your thighs. Their grip is strong and their power is real and your hands are still tied behind your back. . There is no way to resist.
Again Madison ruins the mood..
“What is this bullshit? If we’re Goddesses why are they holding us down? Who are these creeps?”
“Oh shut up Maddy,” you hear yourself say. The Gray haired man smiles at your retort and gives you a look of respect. Of course, there’s a little more than just respect in that glance. Perhaps admiration. He looks at your body favorably, barely glancing at Maddy. He leans over, and circles your breast with his forefinger and thumb, raising it to his mouth. You feel him descend on your nipple and begin to suck powerfully. Its arousing, almost painful. You feel a small bite with his teeth. You go to yelp but it comes out as a moan. He smiles broadly as he looks down at you, as he’s handed a jar of scented oil. He sensually puts it on both of your nipples. You feel like he’s testing your body somehow, like a rancher examining the teeth of a recently purchased horse.
It comes across as a humiliating form of ownership, so why does it turn on so much?
The grey haired man caresses your stomach gently. You want him to slide it down between your legs… and he does. His fingers are long and thick and you feel his middle digit slowly slide down your clit and arc inwards as he moves inside you, as you feel yourself squirm with delight.
You look up into his eyes and he gives you a glance of praise and admiration. Then you watch as he moves to the end of the marble slab. Motioning to the guards you feel them grip your thighs and pull your legs open. You can feel the subtle movement of air on your pussy and it drives you crazy.
The silver haired man looks at you and gives you a knowing glance before pushing his face downward onto your pussy.
You can tell this examination is his job but you know he’s enjoying it. He caresses your clit with his tongue, then adjusts his mouth so that his lips open yours, before inserting his incredibly long tentacle-like tongue inside you, wiggling it around to spots you’ve never had caressed like that before.
You moan loudly, only to have your mouth covered by the strong hand of the main guard. Your pussy continues to be violated, examined and tested by the tongue of this older man. You’re worried you may cum. Then you feel him exit your pussy and the tongue move slowly downwards towards your ass, as he rims you aggressively. You start to shake.
The look he gives you as he raises his head affects you like nothing you’ve experienced before. He’s explored your innermost places and he not only approves, but he has enjoyed it immensely. Taking scented oil from a golden cup with his finger, he brings it down on your womanhood and slides it around your clit. You feel your hips rotate. You’re so aroused and so want to cum, but he looks at you and regretfully shakes his head No. Whatever this is about – an orgasm at this moment is NOT to be allowed.
The guards release their grip on you, and move to the other table. You tilt your head and you see Maddy with those great breasts and classic lines being restrained just as you were. Part of you wants to touch yourself but you’re so relaxed you don’t want to move. Your body feels alive and powerful just as it is. You revel in what seems like a wonderful drug and simply take things in without judgement.
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You feel a tiny bit of envy as your silver haired man approaches your co-worker. You watch as he looks down at her and shakes his head no. Whatever he’s doing, he won’t be doing it with her. He motions another man in a similar robe to the table. This man is even older, with a long nose, receding eyes and has more hair in his ears than on his head.
You watch as Maddy struggles, noticing her breasts jiggle as the men hold her down.
“Who are you, you creep?” you hear her say, “What do you want from me?” This time they decide to gag her.
“They’re just checking you out Maddie,” you hear yourself say soothingly. “It’s not painful. Mmmm, it’s not painful at all. They’re not going to harm a Goddess..”
You lay back and close your eyes as you hear Maddie’s groans of protest. Like everything she does, it’s theater. She wants you to think she’s being traumatized at her pussy being violated by an older man, but in reality she’s only disappointed that she didn’t get YOUR man.
It doesn’t take them long to finish with her. As they take her gag out, you can hear her say to you.. “What sort of a fucked up fantasy is this? I never should have chosen you to do this with me.”
You smile broadly now, infinitely amused at her remarks. “Take that” you hear yourself think, “you’re not going to underestimate me again.”
PART 2 – Taken to the Emperor And forced into “Service”
The examinations are over. The guards pick you up off the table and lead you down a long and hypnotic hallway of roman-style columns that blend in one after the other. As each one passes, you get deeper and deeper relaxed…. Until.
You suddenly reach a large room, much larger than the others. There, you see a line of about two dozen guards on either side of you, armed with painted spears. You notice many other men lounging on the marble benches that adorn the room. All are staring at your naked body, and you know all of them want you badly.
As you approach the end of the room, on a large marble throne, sits a man who is obviously the emperor. He wears a similar robe to the others and has only a laurel around his head to mark his rank, but one look at his face shows that he is definitely in charge.
The face is interesting. He looks very much like the silver-haired man from the temple, only with dark hair and about 15 years younger. You wonder if they’re related.
You feel an internal glow as you parade past dozens of horny men ogling your body. Yes, you are a Goddess. Your confidence rises until you stop and stare at the shrewd gaze of the man on the marble throne. His face has become angry.
“Goddesses?” He questions. “You identify these women as Goddesses?” Have you no eyes, men? They are far too old.”
He pauses as he looks you both up and down. There’s something about the intensity of his gaze. For some reason, all you want at this moment is to get his appreciation.
He shakes his head and continues, “‘What are we to do with them?” He turns towards an officious-looking man who is obviously an advisor. “They are not young enough to be wives or concubines, nor are they strong enough to work in the fields.”
In retort, you hear a familiar voice echoing through the marble room. It’s Maddie. “Look, Pal, I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m not old, I’m only 23! Just look at this body. What man wouldn’t want it!”
The Emperor laughs. “Twenty-three. Twenty-three! Ha ha! Have you not heard of our old proverb that any girl over 18 is an over-ripe fig not fit for picking?”
Suddenly, you hear your own voice, strong and clear and just a little seductive as you reply, “And is an overripe fruit not the sweetest and most decadent taste there is?” You ask.
You suddenly see stars as a small leather whip smacks your naked ass. “You will address the Emperor as my lord!”
Your ass stings, but you’re not injured. And your words have clearly amused the man on the throne. He now smiles ever so slightly.
He says, “Apparently, we have a poet among us. Such a shame we’ll have to put them to death.”
You look around and take in all of the male eyes in the room. They’re all on you, no doubt thinking about the taste of your fruit.
Death?” shrieks Maddie. ‘What do you mean by death?” You hear another snap as she also gets a whip in the ass. Maddie continues, “ I can understand not wanting her; she’s old, but look at me. I work out five times a week. There’s not a single one of your women who could compare to me. Get rid of this old lady and let me prove myself.”
You watch as the advisor and Emperor whisper to each other. The Emperor glances at you in a highly amused and provocative way.
“It shall be done. There will be a test. But the test will be administered to each of you at the same time. The one who wins shall be saved. We have no room for two ripe fruits.”
As you look over, Maddie makes eye contact. She’s naked and furious. You see a line of red skin along her shapely naked ass, and you’re reminded of the sting you still feel on your own. Maddie would be happy to sell you out to save her skin. She’s also confident she’ll win whatever sexual competition is to come. She’s still underestimating you.
Things begin to move quickly now as the area in front of the Emperor is cleared.
Your wrists are unbound as you’re both placed on your hands and knees. You’ve been naked since you woke up in this place, but for the first time, you feel totally and completely vulnerable. The crowd of men all gather closely around you, getting a wonderful view of your ass and pussy, stuck out for all to see.
Two men are chosen from the guards, and they’re placed in front of you, on their hands and knees as well. The situation seems odd; the men are in front of you. And as they’re on their hands and knees, their asses are practically in your face.
The captain flips the robes of the two men up over their backs.. You’re now face-to-face with a pair of muscular legs and buttocks filling your vision. The man in front of you is the guard from the other room who had the impressive erection. Hanging down just a few inches from your face is the man’s considerable member and his large balls. The smell of his ass reminds you of the sweet oils of the spa. You reckon the guards are forced to bathe before working in the temple. As your eyes look to the right, you notice Maddie in the same position, the guard in front of her less than an inch from her sensual lips. For all her bravado and supposed experience, she seems uncomfortable looking at the ass end of a soldier. Her face is scrunched in disgust.
It’s time for the test. Your left hand is placed on the guard cock in front of you, while you balance with your right. You realize he’s had a constant erection since he first saw you naked out of the pod. You realize he must be incredibly turned on at this point and likely can’t believe his luck. You’re his fantasy, about to get him off in the most humiliating way possible in front of dozens of lecherous eyes.
The rules are simple. The winner is the one who can make her man cum first. And the throbbing of the penis in your hand makes you think it won’t take long.
You think about strategy and the importance of getting into a good rhythm. But as the gong sounds to start the contest, there’s an unexpected development. Another soldier comes up to you, grabs your hair and shoves your face right into the soldier’s ass. You’re expected to stimulate him with your tongue as well as your hand.
Your scalp stings as you’re shoved between his cheeks and feel them now against yours. You stick out your tongue. With your face pressed so hard against him, there’s not much space to move it; you can’t even lick his balls. You feel the cool marble against your knees, one hand stroking his thick cock while your tongue slides up and down his ass. With your first lick, you feel him moan and squirm in your face. You’re on the right track.
As the guard cries, you hear the sound of a slight splash against the marble in the echoing room. He’s cumming hard. The male audience cheers heartily as the second guard releases your hair. Gasping and free, you tilt back and feel your ass cheeks on the cool marble, your face is wet with your own saliva and scented oil from the guard’s ass. You’re still naked, and your hair is all askew. As you breathe heavily, you take in the room of men with their lusty gazes and shouts of praise. You raise your hand in triumph.
“We have our winner,” says the man from the throne. You feel powerful, like the heroine from a dystopian action movie.
Only now do you think about Madison, you turn and see her, also wet-faced, naked, and messy. She’s both humiliated and angry.
“That was so not fair,” she said. “The man you gave me must be Gay. There’s no way he shouldn’t have cum.”
The words are barely out of her mouth when two men approach her menacingly with their spears.. Maddie doesn’t see them, but you do. As irritating as she is, she doesn’t deserve to die.
You hear your voice echo through the room.
“My gracious Lord, I plead for you to let this one live. At least for now. We can be entertainment for you. Private entertainment, but for those who deserve it, due to their rank.”
The Emperor tilts his head and looks at you with admiration and surprise. He has seen what you can do, and you get the sense he wants you himself.. The smirk on his face is noticeable, and it turns you on.
“Very well,” he says. “Everyone else out of the room except for Decisus and me.
You hear the echoing of sandals plodding towards the door along with disappointed sighs.
“ We also need someone to clean up THAT,” the man points to the rather sizable puddle of cum on the floor. He points at Madison. “You. Since you failed in your first tip, you must lick the floor clean.”
Her eyes turn to you in disgust as if you’re to blame. She’s about to say something when she glances at the last remaining guard, still holding a spear and pointing it at her neck.. She crawls over the puddle on her hands and knees. You watch as her sizable breasts sway and jiggle. Her look as she approaches the semen soaked marble is one of horror. You realize that Madison is probably a lot less experienced than she lets on.
She takes a lick and almost gags.
“Hurry up,” Yells the man on the throne. “Or we’ll finish this now with the spear. That’s better. Yes, Quickly. Swallow it down, along with your pride. Guard, I want you to leave us.”
As his footsteps echo out the door and disappear. There are only four people left in the room. You, Maddie, and the Emperor, as well as the man he referred to as Decius. To your delight, he’s the gray-haired man who had examined you in the temple room.
The Emperor descends from the throne, hikes up his robe, and sits on one of the marble benches. He gives instructions to Decius. You are placed on your hands and knees in between the emperor’s legs with your face practically touching his balls and your ass sticking out. Decius gets on his back underneath you. You feel his hands cup your ass. His mouth will soon be on you. Madison is on her knees over Decius and will be servicing him orally. She knows it’s her last chance, and she must make him cum. You were rather attracted to the gray-haired man and are slightly jealous that it’s Madison’s job to bring him to orgasm.
The Emperor grabs you by the hair and looks down past you towards the other two.
“You may begin, he commands. You hear Madison start with a theatrical SLURP, and feel the tongue of Decius swirl around your clit. You can’t remember when you’ve ever been as turned on.
You feel a tug on your hair as you look up into the Emperor’s steely eyes. “Start at the bottom and work up. Follow my instructions.
He bobs your head and presses his ass towards your face. He’s immaculately manscaped, and his ass is smooth and smells like a musky scented oil. Your ears fill with the sounds of Maddie slurping and feel the sensual stroking tongue of the man underneath you. You want to rotate your hips and grind his face. If you do, you’ll come in seconds. But you know that your work needs to come first.
As if on cue, the Emperor pulls your hair and says, “Focus, my poet. Remember, you are licking for your life.”
The line makes your heart pound, and you begin to lick more furiously, sliding your tongue in and out of his most private of spaces, then swirling upwards just behind his balls. You know you need some deep pressure there, so you press firmly with your tongue and wiggle, hearing the most powerful man in this world moan with delight.
Pulling on your hair again, he gets your attention, puts your hand on his cock, then thrusts your face back between his legs.
“Balls,” he says. They’re large and soft and smooth. You lick and suck on them with ferocity as you stroke his shaft. He’s thick and uncircumcised, and you can feel the flesh become rigid under your touch. Your hand gets into a rhythm, and you feel the Emperor is close. You tightly focus on your mouth and the sounds from man as your pussy continues to be devoured.
Suddenly, a sound breaks the sexual intensity. It’s a POP, of a pair of lips, wrapped tightly around a cock, suddenly pulling off. It’s Madison.
“Why the fuck don’t you cum, you creep. My mouth is getting tired.”
The Emperor shouts, “Silence!” The frustration in his voice is audible. “Continue or DIE!”
Your heart pounds. Your face is still pressed against the man’s balls. You can see nothing, but two seconds later, you can hear the reluctant slurps of Madison continuing.
You feel the pain on your scalp as he tilts your head back. Staring into your eyes. He says.
“I’m nearly ready. Lick the seed from my helm.”
You take your first close look at his head, an obscene shade of aroused purple with precum oozing from it, down his shaft. You lick off the goo, hearing your mouth smack slightly at his pungent taste. A guttural moan fills the air, and he grabs your head.
“Suck my ripe fruit, suck. Fill your mouth with all the power and might in the world.”
A warm pulse vibrates down your spine with those words. You begin to suck hard but sensually as he grabs your wrist and moves away your hand. There’ll be no cheating, as he guides your head to the perfect rhythm.
Just as he does, you feel the man beneath you insert his fingers into your pussy and deftly hit your G spot, his tongue still swirling. This will be the wildest orgasm ever and will be in unison with the most powerful man on the planet.
Yes, yes my ripe fruit, suck it, suck it. I want you like I want no other woman before. After I bury my seed deep in your mouth, I will make you my wife.”
Yes.. Yess.,. Yess…. Ahhhhhhhhhh!
The world explodes at once. Your mouth feels the pulse shoot out of his cock and coat your tongue. The seed of a civilization. At the same time, your legs shake and release as you cum wildly, grinding your pussy into the gray-haired man’s face as you feel a rush of moisture release on him.
You continue sucking, draining every last drop as you hear him cry in ecstasy. He grabs your hair and pulls you off his cock as he disengages and lies on the cool marble floor, moaning in such absolute pleasure and exhaustion. He can’t move.
You disengage now from Decius, a cunning plan filling your mind. You turn around and realize that Madison is still sucking, and the gray-haired man, his face soaked with your juices, is becoming frustrated and angry and not getting off.
This will not do.
You push Madison away, and she seems relieved. You slide one hand on Decius’ balls, pulling them up slightly while putting pressure behind them. He looks at you, smiling, and you return his gaze. Forming a tight seal around his head, you begin to suck while looking at him with your wild eyes. It’s obviously too much for him to handle. You feel the telltale sign from his twitching balls and prepare to take his load. You still haven’t swallowed and as the second wave of semen explodes against your throat, you revel in his wide-eyed look. You know this is a moment he will not forget. Much like the first man, you continue to milk his member until every drop is in your mouth.
He continues to stare. You know there’s something more he wants. You have two loads now. Will you be able to do it? You keep his gaze and raise your eyebrow seductively as you tilt your head back and swallow. It’s not easy, but nothing worthwhile is. You smile and show him your empty chamber.
That last sensual act was it. His face widens with pleasure as his head tilts back and arms splayed in satisfaction.
Two powerful men lying on the marble tiles in a total and complete post orgasm coma, unable to move except to moan in pleasure.
You grab Maddie’s wrist and run towards the hallway. There are no guards, no doubt to give the two men the most privacy. You feel the coolness against your feet as you and Maddie run barefoot along the hallway.
“Where are we going?” she asks.
“Back to the pods,” you say. “Where else? We’re getting out of here.”
The room is not hard to find, and the doors to the pods are still open. You instruct Maddie to get in, close the door, and slowly count backwards from ten; you do the same. The pod is dark, but you still close your eyes.
Ten, you prepare to slowly come back to the real world.
Nine, you revel in the look of admiration and confusion that Maddie gave you when you finished off the gray-haired man so quickly. Something she was unable to do.
Eight: You take a moment to reflect on your heroism and bravery.
Seven: You breathe deeply, feeling a relaxing power within your body begin to awake
Six: You revel in your sensual power, knowing it is with you all the time in both fantasy and real life.
Five: That you’re capable of satisfying ANY man if you put your mind and your enthusiasm into it
Four: that the powers of your creative and dirty mind count far more than the superficial
Three: That there is no shame or judgment in fantasy.
Two, your beautiful limbs begin to stir as you move gently back into the real world.
Wide awake on one… now.
You hear a hiss as the pod door opens, and you see the familiar ceiling of the resort.
You’re back.