Trent's Bretrayed And Hypnotized

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.

Kaa and the wedding guest

The wedding party was in full swing. Laughter, music, and lights dancing between the trees. Edward, a handsome guest, had spent part of the night flirting with a friend of the bride. After many knowing glances and smiles, they had finally decided to take a walk together to seek some privacy in the lush gardens surrounding the banquet.

“I'll wait for you at the fountain, there's no one there,” Edward whispered as he winked at the girl.

“Perfect, I won't be long, I'll just take the photo with the girls and find you there.”

With excitement running high, Edward entered the gardens, following a path lined with bushes until he reached a small fountain. He sat down on one of the benches, waiting for the girl to appear at any moment. But something wasn't right… The atmosphere, so lively at the party, was becoming increasingly strange and silent in that secluded corner.

Suddenly, a soft sound in the branches made him look around.

“Hello?” he asked, thinking that perhaps the girl had arrived without him noticing.

But instead of a female voice, what he found was something very different.

“Lonely, huh...?” a deep voice hissed from the nearby bushes.

Edward jumped, turning quickly towards the source of the sound. There, from the shadows, the hypnotic snake Kaa emerged, his huge body moving fluidly while his eyes already began to spin with spirals of color.

“What the...?” Edward stepped back, heart racing. “This... can't be real.”

Kaa smiled sinisterly, slowly gliding towards him, circling the fountain and approaching with a disturbing calm.

“Oh, but it isss... little human. And you've chosssen the perfect placcce for… a private meeting,” he hissed maliciously, his eyes slowly catching Edward's gaze.

The young man tried to look away, but the coils were beginning to exert a captivating power. He tried to move, but his legs felt heavy, as if the snake was already catching him, even though it hadn't touched his body yet.

“No… this is ridiculous, I… I have to go,” he said, shaking his head in an attempt to free himself from the attraction. However, Kaa had already begun his work.

“Sssshhh… there's no hurry. Jussst watch, relax… I guarantee it will be much more fun than anything elssse you had planned,” the snake hissed, coming closer and closer.

Edward tried to back away again, but Kaa's head was already in front of his, the coils now shining brightly in his eyes. Despite his efforts, he couldn't help but look at them, his will beginning to fade little by little.

“No… I can’t…” he murmured weakly, his shoulders slumping and his breathing slowing.

Kaa smiled, savoring victory as his body began to wrap around Edward from the feet, slowly rising, enjoying every moment.

“Of courssse you can… all you have to do isss… let yourssself go,” Kaa hissed, gently tightening his tail around the young man’s waist, who could barely resist anymore.

Edward’s eyes were completely empty, immersed in the hypnotic colors of the snake. There was no turning back now. Kaa wrapped his body tightly, imprisoning his arms against his torso, feeling how the human completely surrendered to his control.

“And now… it’sss time for you to disssappear from sssight for a while…” Kaa said, with a smile as he tightened his grip and began to slide with his prey deeper into the bushes.

Edward, now completely mesmerized, entangled in the snake's body and with a stupid smile drawn on his face, did not make a sound as he vanished into the shadows. The garden fell silent again.

A few minutes later, the girl appeared on the scene, looking for Edward.

"Edward?" she asked quietly, looking around. "That's strange... where could he have gone?"

She looked through the bushes and saw nothing out of the ordinary. Puzzled, she turned around and returned to the party, unaware that her playmate was no longer available... at least not to her.

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King Delerion giving orders to Jamal

Deep within Delerion's palace, the air was filled with a mystical green that filtered through the Gothic windows. The high walls were adorned with arcane symbols and glowed faintly with the reflection of the magical lights that floated about the room. Delerion stood tall, wrapped in his dark velvet cloak with purple edges that rippled as if alive. In his right hand, he held a staff adorned with a spherical green jewel, from which emanated unmatched power. In front of him stood Jamal, the imposing, newly hypnotized servant who remained motionless, his muscles tense, but his eyes empty and obedient.

The servant, a burly man with dark skin and enormous strength, had been subdued by the sorcerer's power only a few hours ago. He no longer had a will of his own; his mind was completely subject to Delerion's whims. Despite his intimidating appearance, he was reduced to a puppet, unable to think for himself, only awaiting the commands of his new master.

Delerion watched him with satisfaction. He approached, his leather boots clicking softly on the marble floor. He raised his staff, letting the green light reflect off his slave’s expressionless face. He had perfected the art of magical domination, and each servant under his command was living proof of his mastery.

“You have proven yourself a more than suitable subject,” Delerion said, his voice silky and condescending. “Your manhood and muscles are ideal for the games I have in mind for you and the other servants. But…” his smile widened dangerously, “your unwavering loyalty is what satisfies me most.”

The servant, whose muscles tensed with each word from his master, remained attentive to his master’s words.

“I am at your service, my lord,” he said in a deep, but emotionless voice.

Delerion walked in circles around him, like a predator stalking its prey.

“I will soon need you to carry out a task that your companions are doing very well,” the sorcerer whispered. “You are to help me recruit attractive, manly men. Friends, family, whatever, but bring them to me.”

The servant did not blink. He did not question. He simply waited for the next instructions, like an automaton waiting to be activated.

“I will do as you command, master,” he replied.

Delerion smiled, satisfied with the absolute submission of his new acquisition.

“Perfect,” he said as he raised his staff and placed it in front of his servant’s chest. “Now, remember well, if anyone stands in your way, you will not hesitate. Nothing can be an obstacle.” For you, my dear servant, are the extension of my will.

The green light of the staff glowed brighter, as if reaffirming the magical connection between master and slave. Delerion knew that with his army of servants under his control, his dominion would be absolute. And this man, with his strength and blind obedience, was but a piece on his vast chessboard of power.

The sorcerer let out a soft, dark laugh as he retreated to his throne, leaving the servant to await his next command. In this palace shrouded in shadows and magic, everything seemed to conspire to extend Delerion's control over men.

Kaa and the reporter

In the cluttered office, with case papers strewn across the desk, the journalist leaned over his computer, typing furiously. The story of the “hypnotic snake” had obsessed him for weeks. He had tracked multiple cases of men who would disappear for a time and then reappear in a trance-like state, unable to remember what had happened to them. However, the details were always vague, almost as if they were being wiped from their minds.

“It can’t be real…” he muttered to himself, frowning as he went through the notes again. “A snake that controls people’s minds? This has to be an urban myth, some kind of scam…”

Unbeknownst to him, the very snake he had been investigating was watching him from the shadows. Kaa had slipped into the office, moving between the dark corners. The journalist was so engrossed in his work that he didn’t notice the creature’s presence until it was too late.

Suddenly, a hissing voice filled the room.

“Sssurprised… little…?”

The reporter shot up, quickly spinning in his chair to find himself face to face with the snake he had been investigating. His eyes widened.

“You…! You’re real!” he exclaimed, instinctively backing away, his heart racing.

Kaa smiled mischievously, his body slowly beginning to encircle the reporter from his feet, up his legs without him noticing at first.

“I’ve heard so many thingssss about you… so much obsession with my little game…” Kaa hissed, moving ever closer. “But it seems it’s your turn now… to play with me.”

The reporter tried to move away, but Kaa’s body already had him trapped. The snake’s cold scales began to gently squeeze, squeezing his thighs, up his torso, until he could no longer move.

“No… Wait!” This can't be happening... —he said, trying to free himself without success. Kaa smiled as his eyes began to glow with the characteristic spirals of colors.

"Ssshhh... Just watch... little reporter... and let me take control..."

The journalist's eyes met Kaa's spirals, and his resistance began to crumble. His body, increasingly immobile under the coils of the snake, no longer responded. His breathing became slower and shallower, while his mind began to lose itself in the hypnotic colors that danced before his eyes.

"You're... mine now..." Kaa hissed softly, as his tail tightened firmly around the journalist's muscular torso, trapping him completely.

The man, completely at the mercy of the snake, let his shoulders slump, his empty, bright eyes reflecting the hypnotic spirals. Unable to resist, Kaa enveloped him completely, squeezing his body tighter, enjoying his absolute control.

“We have plenty of time left... to play...” Kaa concluded, as his prey, hypnotized and completely submissive, fell under his power.

Flynn Rider hypnotized by Jafar

The lights of Corona Palace shone serenely, reflecting off the calm waters of the river that surrounded it. Eugene Fitzherbert, now known by his real name, was enjoying the tranquility that fate had bestowed upon him after his life as Flynn Rider. Sitting on one of the palace balconies, he watched the horizon with a smile. It was not common for a former thief to become the king's right-hand man, but he had managed to do so.

However, that night the tranquility vanished when a dark presence materialized in the throne room. Jafar, the feared vizier of Agrabah, had arrived in Corona, his gaze fixed on his target: an ancient artifact, jealously guarded in the palace. An object capable of amplifying his already fearsome hypnotic powers.

Eugene, having heard of Jafar from his good friend Aladdin, was not surprised when the vizier unexpectedly appeared beside him on the balcony. He turned slowly, with his usual charming smile.

“Well, well… it’s the famous Jafar. What brings a guy like you here?” Eugene asked, still keeping his joking tone.

Jafar narrowed his eyes, ignoring the comment with an air of superiority. His voice, as sharp as a dagger, sounded calm, but deep within his words there was a latent threat.

“I have come in search of something that only you can obtain for me, Eugene Fitzherbert. An artifact hidden in the halls of this palace, something that could benefit us… both,” Jafar said, emphasizing the last part with a false smile.

Eugene chuckled, crossing his arms.

“If you’re looking for me to steal something from you, Jafar, you’re late. I left that life behind, and I don’t think the King or Rapunzel would appreciate me helping villains with turbans and magic staffs.”

Jafar smiled coldly, knowing that Eugene wouldn’t be so easy to convince.

“Ah, but we all have a past, don’t we?” Jafar said in a seductive tone. “Do you think your loyalty to the king and princess is unwavering? Or is there a part of you that misses the excitement, the adventure of old times?”

Eugene stood firm, but the vizier could already sense the slight uneasiness in his posture.

“Thank you for the offer, but I’ll pass. You know, I have a pretty good life here, loyal friends… I don’t need anything you offer.”

Jafar clicked his tongue with a fake sigh of resignation.

“Too bad. But, since you refuse, I’m afraid I’ll have to resort to more… persuasive methods.”

Before Eugene could react, Jafar’s scepter rose in front of him, and his eyes were caught in the golden glow of the carved snake. Eugene’s smile disappeared, and his lips parted, as if his will was fading before the vizier’s power.

“No…” Eugene whispered, but the fight died from his words.

Jafar, now triumphant, stepped closer.

“Silence, dear Eugene. It doesn’t matter what you wish for anymore. You are now at my command.”

Eugene’s eyes, which had previously shone with life and charisma, began to reflect the same hypnotic glint of the scepter. His body relaxed, and his mind was trapped under Jafar’s will.

“I am at your command…” Eugene said, his voice now empty of resistance.

Jafar smiled, pleased, and with a subtle movement, he withdrew the scepter. Eugene, now under his control, was ready to fulfill his mission.

“You will steal that artifact from me, Eugene, and then you will come with me to Agrabah. I need you in my harem of loyal servants. You have… useful qualities.”

“Yes, master…”

Eugene obeyed and that night, with his thieving skills, he stole the magical artifact for the vizier. He was no longer the prince of Corona, but a mere pawn under Jafar's command. Later, with the artifact in his hands and unseen, the vizier disappeared in a cloud of dark smoke, taking with him the once free man, leaving Corona without its hero.