Gun Goddess's Blast

Ampra was one of Gangplank’s warriors in this barren wasteland. He lived in a base underground, and had a decently prosperous life (considering what you could have with so little to go around). However, they had a major set of enemies: Miss Fortune’s group. She and Gangplank were bitter enemies, and whenever they encountered each other, they would brutally fight. However, Ampra was just here to get some supplies. An anonymous source was going to do business with them, and he was sitting at the meeting place under the remnants of a giant oak tree with the satchel, waiting for their trading partner to arrive...

She arrived slowly in heavy dress, the tight red and black exo suit clinging to her body, the mech most definitely at home, but she had a pair of guns strapped to her side in preparation, the first one a standard firearm, the second hopefully something a lot more interesting, clinging to its holster on her thic and voluptuous thighs as she moved with an almost seductive gait, her body covered by a thick, brown cloak that did wonder at both keeping out the harsh sand of the wasteland and also concealing her appearance from afar. She was supposed to be meeting a Lieutenant of Gangplanks gang, her agents having tipped him off about a luscious trade deal, and from the looks of the figure on the hillside it seemed to have worked, a smile crossing her face as she approached him, her appearance hidden until she was close enough to practically touch him, her hand reaching for the tech on her waist, an experimental gun with many modes, but for now it was set simply on "Stun".

"Oh, hello there." He stated, looking at the cloaked figure. He should've been suspicious, however it was an anonymous trade deal, so it was sketchy by nature. But it seemed as if they had something that Gangplank desperately wanted, which is why he agreed to such a risky deal. Ampra had a gun on him, his hand near it if needed, ready to unload a shot if need be. After all, he recognized the eminent danger of the situation, and in case things went awry he needed to defend himself. "Okay, show me what you got, and I'll give you what Gangplank sent me with."

"Hold on a moment my dear, before I see anything I need to know that you really are a top man of Gangplanks team, I don't just deal with any old grunt that's just as likely to swindle me and then shoot me in the back. Are you really Ampra?" She asked, Miss Fortune having carefully covered her face in a mask, the crackling echo of the metal distorting her voice, hiding her from being recognised for now as she waited to see if this was the right man, the information too valuable to waste resources on grabbing just a low level laky by mistake. "After all, if I know its someone trust worthy, we can make the deal of a lifetime..." She smirked, throwing a heavy sack to the ground in front of him, the top opening to reveal hints of a rare and valuable tech inside.

“Well... hmm. How do I prove it?” He asks her. “If you have any ways to certify it’s me, I’ll do it. But if not, then I’m not sure what to do. I definitely can’t think of anything.” He shrugged, surprised the cloaked figure knew him by name, and even more so as a trustworthy figure.

"Hmmm, well our organisation is very well sourced, perhaps you wouldn't mind giving us a sample of your dna to check against our, records?" She asked, pulling a scanning device from the bag and showing it to him, the device similar to the ones he had used with Gangplanks own gang, yet it looked at least a few decades more advanced. "After all, it would show that at the very least that the goods are genuine no?" She explained, hoping he would comply before springing the trap

“Sure thing.” He replies in a gruff voice. “What do you need? A hair?” He asked. “Or is that not enough for you? It’s true that would be easy to misplace. Where else would you be able to get DNA from...” he thought, not quite realizing where this was going.

"A hair? Sure, that would work..." She smiled, before reaching out with the scanner and slapping it against his wrist lightly, a sudden sharp pain like a needle rushing through his hand before fading, a small scratch on his skin as the scanner buzzed and whirred to life, connection to Miss Fortune's database of Gangplank's associates and confirming it was him with an 60% probability, good enough she supposed, but there was a better fluid that blood she could collect in order to be more certain.

With a swift motion she pulled off the coat, her volupteous body revealed as a sultry laugh filled the air, the Crimson Gun Goddess standing before him as she reached for that experimental gun on her hips, fiddling it for a second and changing the setting to "Hopelessly Aroused", Sarah grinning as she pointed it at him. "I'm afraid I'm going to be needing a more convincing sample from your pants, but I guess you're lucky! Most members of GP's gang don't get to see me this close and get to leave to jerk off afterwards~" She smiled, teasing him once more before firing the strange ray straight at his forehead

“60% isn’t bad.” He replied. “But if you have something else, that’d be much better...” Ampra nodded, eyes widening as the coat was pulled off. There was the enemy in the flesh, the sole person he had sworn to kill. He tried to reach for his gun and shoot her, but the ray hit his forehead first, and immediately he found that he couldn’t bring himself to pull the trigger, only to stare. What the fuck, Ampra! Move, you idiot! He mentally scolded himself.

She smirked, this setting shown to have powerful effects on the targets. The arousal they would feel wasn't just a slight stirring, not one that would simply peak their interest and cause a lustful smile to cross their face, no, this was something far more powerful. As his eyes would stare at the woman before him, his mind would start to wonder, Sarah barely needing to run a single hand along her chest and squeeze ever so lightly at her chest to make the blood surge to his cock, Sarah walking over slowly with the gun in hand as she reached out for her own weapon. "Give it to me, and take a hold of your other weapon, the one much lower down, you won't be needing this one anymore..." She smirked, taking it from his grasping hands as she saw the tent already starting to rise in his pants

His hand loosened, giving her the ability to simply grab it out of his grasp, like taking candy from a baby. Giving a needy moan, his hand slid down and gripped his shaft inside of his pants, beginning to stroke it. Due to the gun’s powerful effects, he couldn’t do anything besides try to stroke and stare, whimpering as he realized she had full control over his body.

"Now lets see, something to focus on while you give yourself up for me..." She smiled, using her foot to push against his legs, knocking him down onto his knees and giving him a keen look up at her breasts, those voluptuous mounds showing a rather hefty amount of cleavage as his head was at crotch level of the beautiful gun goddess, her suit clinging to her body tightly as she adjusted the settings on her gun, picking a classic as she fired another beam on the "Breast Obsession" beam. The moment it hit, he couldn't look away, her breasts seeming to fill his entire vision as lewd imagery of them sliding around his cock, bouncing up and down on his face and grinding him into the ground started to flash, his arousal from the previous setting not exactly helping matters as she giggled and pushed them together, leaning down towards him to give him a better view. "Now, are you going to start playing nicely now? I do need to get a sample of your cum to id you, so the quicker you get off and give it to me, the quicker I can drag you back to base and have some real fun~" She giggled, swaying her breasts backwards and forwards as she teased him.

At first, it was just arousal, and he could think on his own. He tried to make a plan on how to escape, how not to become one of her drones. But as the beam hit, his thought would disappear, and he could only think of her breasts now. He thought he was a pretty resilient person, but in the face of her versatile gun, Ampra’s resistance didn’t matter. Soon, he stroked himself to a hasty orgasm, filling his pants with seed, not thinking of taking his pants off in the process as he was much too occupied staring down her heavenly titties.

She chuckled as he came fast, something to be expected as she had used it several times before, many of her most loyal followers had once been sworn haters of her, and now they served all too willingly, this technology having a habit of leaving permanent effects when used constantly, and Sarah made sure to always make liberal use of it as both a punishment and a reward. Not wasting too much more time, she quickly reached down to unzip his pants, gathering a sample of his cum inside and feeding it into the scanner, the device whiring for a little before confirming the match once again, a smile clear on her face as she adjusted the settings on her gun, changing it now to "Follow the Ass". With a quick blast she turned around, swaying it from side to side as she began to march back to her nearby base. "Come on now, be a good boy and come back to your new home would you? And make sure you grab that bag of junk with you!" She giggled, her bright red, spandex covered ass pratically shining like a beacon, begging him to follow


He began to walk, his pants sliding down and forgotten. They would be a hint of what had happened at the site, but the pair would already be long gone by then. As he was shot, the gun had already penetrated his mind twice, and by the third it was simply natural to follow the command it gave. He drilled at her plump rear, almost forgetting the bag as he followed, his open hand stroking his cock to the stretching spandex as he followed the metaphorical lantern through the darkness.

Smiling, she began to slowly walk off, not exactly in any real rush as they made the leisurely journey back to her base, always keeping an eye out for if he started to falter before turning around and refreshing the command, wanting to make it like second nature for him before they arrived at the hidden entrance. A few buttons and they were quickly inside, Sarah leading him past the other members of her crew before taking into an isolated room, the place lightly furnished in bed, table and chair as she sat down and looked at him, changing the gun to "Reset" before firing and watching his reaction to how he would feel waking up in this situation "Oh hello there, did you enjoy our little walk?" She giggled, putting one leg over the other as she waited to see how he reacted

Soon, the command to follow her ass was ingrained in his mind, and whenever he saw it, he would follow it. At first, he blinked, looking around in confusion. Then, a second later, anger hit. He noticed Miss Fortune, their grave enemy! He reached for the gun’s sheathe, ready to pull it out and shoot her when... he found it wasn’t there. He bit his lip, knowing that he was at a disadvantage. “Um, hello Miss... I don’t remember a walk at all...”

"Oh? You don't do you? I think you very much enjoyed watching my ass as you came here to me all too willingly, one might even have said that you hardly had a will of your own after all!" She smiled, still looking down at him as she played with that gun in her hand, rubbing it slowly over the tight fabric of her suit and wondering which setting to use next, the possibilities nearly endless as she decided to at least give him a chance. "Now, lets be honest here, you are kneeling with no pants before the most powerful woman in the wasteland that got you to walk all the way here without even realising it, do you think you can do anything in this situation? The best course of action would be to tell me everything you know about Gangplanks security details and his whereabouts, and in return I'll let you spend the night suffocating under my ass, sounds like a pretty good deal to me now, doesn't it?" She teased, wondering if he would give in, or if she would be using him as a meat puppet by the time she was done with his mind

He blushed as she described what had happened, realizing just how powerless he was in her presence. He wished he could’ve resisted, but she simply had something that normal weapons couldn’t fight back against. He was very tempted to give in the information, as being able to intimately worship a goddess like her sounded heavenly, but he was still hesitant. “I could never... I...” He stuttered, looking over her form. Some of the arousal was still present from the first shot. He couldn’t make up his mind, and didn’t show any resistance, only hesitation.

"Oh? You don't know what to do do you? Well, I can make that very easy for you. You know this device can work on me as well? Of course, I use it in far more useful ways to help me enslave stupid, horny men like you..." She grinned as she changed the setting to "Expand", the gun then pointed rather clearly towards her chest before giving a small zap to each of her breasts, the spandex starting to squeak as she quickly filled it out, the flesh bulging at the top and making her gasp a little at the pleasurable growth, her tits growing at least two cup sizes before she looked back over at him. "So what do you think? There are other settings of course..." She smiled, changing it back to the "Breast Obssessed" setting and giving him another light blast

"We have an underground base!" He blurted out as her breasts expanded, the sudden urge to worship Miss Fortune and devote himself to her rising within him. But then he paused, catching himself. He had just revealed valuable information. He could try to deny that it was true, but the sexy dominatrix knew that the outburst was pure truth, his inhibitions gone in that one second, disarmed by her massive mammaries. It would've been so easy to drop to his knees and stroke, but he held his ground...

"Oh you do? Why don't you tell me more about this underground base hmm? If you don't, I'm going to make things very difficult for you..." She smiled and changed the device to a different setting entirely, labelled simply as "Tit Job Mindrape", the simple thing fired as a prolonged beam came from the device this time, holding for a good 5 seconds before it finally subsided. While it was only a short time in the real world, his mind suddenly flashed, he was naked on a bed, tied up with Sarah clambered all over him, those massive tits bare, exposed, nipples hard as that soft flesh wrapped around his cock, suddenly starting to stroke up and down as she giggled and stared. It felt heavenly, like his cock was embraced by pure bliss as she went slow and sensually, alternating her pace here and there, but never stopping, the whole experience feeling like it had taken hours, but only a few seconds had past, the Lieutenant suddenly slapped back to reality as the beam ended...

The pleasure of the image was so great that he came multiple times during it, a pool of cum forming on the ground from where his cock had been mentally pleasured. As the image went through, he was like a baby trying to pronounce its first word, stuttering and trying to complete it. "W... w..." And, as the image faded, he moaned out: "West!" before panting heavily, noticing that Miss Fortune was still clothed, and that he had been tricked. His blush deepened, only emphasizing his weakness for seductive women like her. She was getting closer and closer, getting more and more helpful information...

"West? My my, that really is helpful! Perhaps another session might give something useful? You know I can keep this going for hours, your cock with cum futily from mere imaginations of my greatness. Only by being a truly good boy and letting me know what I want can you actually feel the real thing..." She smiled and changed it to a different fantasy setting, picking one at random before holding down the beam again, this time going for a full 10 seconds as he was plunged into the fantasy of "Hot Ass Surrender". He was suddenly there, MF's massive ass grinding into his face, the hot and sweaty feminine musk of his body overwhelming, pushing down so hard it was nearly impossible to breath, the lack of oxygen making his pleasure soar as she lazily stroked him off, that dripping twat drooling over his lips as he was kept there constantly, her hand stopping whenever he was about to cum edging him just perfectly for what felt like hours as she made him submit to that ass, her words in the illusion just softly chanting the same mantra.

"Bad boys get edged, bad boys get punished, good boys obey, good boys cum..."

He seemed to be really enjoying this scenario, the limbo between cumming and edging presenting an issue. If he didn't give in and tell more, she'd continue edging him, but the idea of being edged by her was arousing... Being brought so close to orgasm and then neglected it brought him a different kind of pleasure, causing precum to leak down and stain his shaft. Each time he edged, he felt less and less intelligent, and more and more like just a hunk of pliable meat. Her feminine, sweaty musk made him feel inferior, as she was the alpha female while he was the beta male, deserving to be under her. He seemed close to spouting out more information.

She noticed that he was giving a rather different reaction to what she had first assumed, not an entirely unusual one, but one that gave promise that she could use him, a smile on her face as she edited the program and upped the intensity, instead deciding to keep him there with the beam a little longer before snapping him back to reality

In the dream world, the Miss Fortune started to get more assertive, bringing him closer and closer towards the edge of cumming but never allowing him to do so, the added settings that Sarah did to the ray enabling the intelligence drain function as the image grinned, grinding her ass against his face as it felt like his very mind was being squeezed, milked of those thoughts and intelligence, pressed out and squeezed down into his balls by those fat ass cheeks "That's it, you are a worthless man, not even fit to cum! You are below women, you are below me, your only purpose is to serve and obey your alpha, serve them hornily while we keep you constantly on edge, keeping you there and only letting you cum when we need to drain you of even more of your free thoughts..."

“Serve my alpha...” he muttered in real life. He truly did feel his thoughts dropping away, making it harder and harder to think. And more importantly, harder and harder to resist. He lapped at her cunt in the dream, showing his appreciation for her, her plump ass weighing his face down. His cockhead was swollen, his balls churning. He muttered out some coordinates in real life, not even recognizing that he had done so.


She wrote down the co-ordinates, a smile crossing her face as she ended the beam, quickly picking up his dazed body and throwing him down on the bed, a smile crossing her face as she slid off her tight suit  and sat down firmly on his face, her own sex starting to get worked up from the intensive brainwashing she was giving him, Sarah always enjoying the feeling of breaking in new recruits as she clamped his thighs firmly against his cheeks, watching as he came out of the illusion and into the real world as well.

"Well, now I've trained your mind rather rapidly, why don't you show me what you've learnt after all of that virtual training? You better do a good job lapping my cunt and giving me the last of those security details or I'm going to make sure you remain cucked for the next year~" She grinned, those soft hands wrapping around his cock and sliding up and down firmly as she pressed the real thing direcltly to his lips, her taste filling his mouth and feeling ten times better than the illusion already.

He squirmed as he realized he would be tossed into that blissful nightmare of being edged over and over until he gave all of the information again, but a lowly beta male like him couldn’t possibly fight back against an alpha like Miss Fortune. It didn’t take long at all for the woman to feel a tongue on her slit, soon picking up as the line of thought was cemented in him. The gun was at standby, able to make tweaks to make it even harder for the man to resist.

Not taking any risks, she quickly pushed a few buttons on her gun, firing the expand setting once or twice at her fat ass cheeks as the weight continued to crush down onto him, a smile clear on her face as she also gave him another dose of ass worshiping beams, the combination no doubt to leave him a drooling mess as she grinded backwards and forwards, her puffy lips dripping with arousal as she smiled and let out a long sigh. "Mfff, that's it, such a subby little boy, you just want to give in and tell me everything you know right? After all, you don't want any thoughts clouding up that big, empty head of yours, not when those thoughts could be replaced by hot images of you worshiping my ass instead right? That's it..." She explained, luring him in deeper as her hand continued to stroke him off firmly, still making sure to edge as she let out a soft sigh

Everything she said imprinted on his mind, and soon another piece of information was revealed. “There’s a weird-looking rock, and a camera. The camera is used to see if you’re a member of the gang or not to open the door. Johnny is running it right now, and he’s very weak for tits.” He explained, the vivid image from the gun happening over again, but even more powerful than before.

"Oh is that so, then it shouldn't be too hard to slip inside then..." She smirked, glad to know just what to shove infront of the door in order to get him to cum out, heh, the amusement clear on her own face as she let out a soft groan, feeling that tongue push into her again as she pushed down hard and stroked him fast, rewarding him for that information with the closest edge yet before once again stopping, letting that arousal throb as a soft giggle ran past her lips. "As for you, I think you'll be pretty weak to ass by the time we're done, after all, as someone who exists below his alpha, its only right that you worship the thing you are always staring up at, doesn't just the sight of my giant ass make you want to just stare blankly and obey in total pleasure?"

He began to pant, doing his best to keep a good pace to please her, feeling weaker and weaker as time went by. “Weak to ass... I love ass...” he admitted, already revering Sarah as the goddess she truly was, that influence being expanded to all other women with plump rears as well. “As for Captain Gangplank, his room is...” he was about to reveal it, but then caught himself, holding it back. “I can’t tell you that.”

That was it, the last piece of information she was looking for, Sarah stopping slowly as he said that, the hint of resistance causing her to take a stand, denying him from worshiping that ass he loved so much as she simply swayed it lewdly overhead. "Where is it? I need to know where his room is, your Goddess needs to know where his room is. You can tell me, can't you? You can't service my ass unless you submit, unless you obey, you want to obey, don't you? Otherwise you can never truly get off..." She cooed, wanting him to submit as she smiled and grinded against him, her ass never quite touching his lips as her thighs moved to and through, Sarah priming the gun again, the program simply labled "Final Submission Climax", ready to fire the moment those last words passed his lips

Her ass. Her swaying ass. It was so perfect, swaying back and forth. He could’ve watched it for hours, days, even weeks. It was that important to him. Reluctantly, he gave away where Gangplank’s room was, along with information on security. As she swayed her ass, he told everything, taking breaths of her sweaty musk in-between, detailing the perfect way to invade them. And soon enough, he had told her absolutely everything she needed to know.

It was all she needed, everything recorded in perfect detail as she let out a sigh and pushed herself back down ontop of him, that heavy ass smothering his face, filling him with that lust he desired as she slowly stroked his hair and cock in tandem. "That's it, such a good boy! You've deserved something after all your hard work, a little reward for your submission. I've decided you can stay as part of my gang, worshiping your goddess forever! Wouldn't you love that? I know you would, all you have to do, is cum~" She grinned, before firing that final beam straight at his cock, a feeling of utter bliss suddenly rocking through his body, like every nerve ending had been fired at once, burning his submission to her ass deep into his mind as he would be forced to cum hard

He nearly squealed in delight as her ass came down again, the light in his world returning to him. He loved the idea of staying with her, worshipping her as much as she wished. He shuddered, shooting a stream of cum so powerful it almost touched the roof, his mind completely blank now. It was time for Miss Fortune to show her slave what he would be doing, and then she could head off and invade Gangplank’s base.

As he finally shot out his submission into the air, she smiled and rested herself ontop of him, letting that ass squish away his mind under her softness as she began to explain his duties, the former aide to Gangplank no doubt coming in useful in many ways, but for now she had only a few main uses for him. "Now, once we finish in here, you will report to all of my officers and brief them with everything you just told me, then you will help them plan the raid to kill your former boss. Once you have done that, you will report back here to my quarters, where you will take up your place as my personal seat for the next week as a reward for your good behavior, I trust this is acceptible?" She smiled, wiggling her ass a little as she felt him groan beneath her

“Yes, Mistress. Anything to be under your ass again.” He agreed. “If I see your ass, I must follow. If I see someone else’s ass, I must follow.” He states like a mantra, quickly doing the briefing, and then heading back to Miss Fortune so she could sap the rest of his intelligence away. After all, he had given the information, and no longer needed to think.

"That's right, just lay down there and relax, you don't need to think anymore, after all, you're jsut a seat for the next week, all a seat has to think about is pleasing the ass that sits on it, you want to please, don't you" She smiled, sitting down firmly on his face once again as she started to do her paperwork for the evening, her dripping twast constantly oozing her femcum into his mouth as she grinded it against him firmly, the soft cheeks sapping away any thought he could have with the soft, thwap, thwap, thwap of ass against face, Miss Fortune smiling as she rode her newest slave into complete bliss