Kiyone's Hypnotized Peril:
Kiyone Makibi made her way through the halls of the Galaxy Police Headquarters.
Her wide hips and ample breasts were packed into her finest uniform. It had a black shirt that clung to her breasts, with equally black sleeves. Below was a dress colored silver and long stockings that clung to her legs. Black high-heeled boots were at the base, while her blue hair was combed. A long bang fell over one of her shoulders, while the rest was tied up with a headband. It was a dress uniform she'd planned to wear for her graduation. Instead, she was wearing it for a personal meeting with Queen Funaho. Kiyone only hoped her hair was in good enough condition.
The call had come so suddenly. Graduating first in her class at the Galaxy Police was impressive. But was this a usual occurrence? Usually, the first place graduates were members of noble families. Noike had been infuriated by her loss to Kiyone, but Kiyone had won that fair and square.
She'd had better grades. The look on Mitsuki's face had been priceless.
Even so, Kiyone hoped she would not embarrass herself. Her career couldn't survive something like that. There had been controversy enough that Noike
Entering the room, she was ushered past a number of guards and saw her.
Queen Funaho was clad in a loose, decorated kimono and looking out a window into space. The images of roses were all over it. Turning around, Kiyone saw that she was beautiful, and just standing near her made her face go flush. Her dark hair fell behind her back, and she stood with an elegance and grace Kiyone wished she had. Trying to compose herself, Kiyone moved forward. "Queen Funaho, you called for me."
"Oh yes, Kiyone, I'm pleased you accepted my invitation," said Funaho, motioning to a seat. "Please sit down here. Would you like something to drink?"
"I wouldn't presume..." began Kiyone.
"Oh, you don't presume at all," said Funaro. "I wished to speak with you. After all, you were the one who graduated first from the Galaxy Police Academy. Or so you're scheduled to."
Kiyone obeyed, not wanting to seem gracious, and they sat down across one another. Funaro seemed to be eyeing her up and down in a way that was a bit too appreciative. "So, um, how can I help you?"
Funaro shifted. "Yes, well, I was hoping that you would go back to the academy for another year."
Kiyone stopped dead in surprise. What was that supposed to mean? "What? What do you mean?"
Funaro stood up before her and walked past her, swaying her hips as she did so. They were visible, even though the concealing robes. "You see, a Princess of Jurai, Noike also applied for the academy. It would not due for a commoner, however talented, to beat a Princess of Jurai.
"As such, it is necessary that you withdraw your application and try again next year."
"What?" said Kiyone, shocked at what had happened. "But I've spent years working on getting the position I was in. Why should I have to give it up because of Noike?"
"I'm afraid I must insist, Kiyone," said Funaho, voice stern.
Just hearing that voice made Kiyone want to obey it. It must have been the Jurai power or something. But Kiyone thought about all the sleepless nights she'd spent working to prepare for all of this. Striving against it, Kiyone spoke. "I...
"No. No, I'm not going to drop out just so Noike can look better. This is my career I've worked hard to get."
Funaro smiled as if she was glad to hear it. "Well, I'm sorry to hear that, Kiyone.
"Still, there's something I'd like you to see before you leave."
"Queen Funaho..." began Kiyone.
And then Funaho shed her robe. Beneath her clothes, her majestic body was revealed. Her ample curves packed into a dancer's outfit. It was made of gold and violet cloth and showed off everything save the most intimate parts. A long loincloth fell between her perfect legs, and her bust bounced with each movement.
"What?!" said Kiyone, mouth going dry. Just looking at Funaho made a blush cross her face. What was going on here?
"Mistress Funaho to you, Kiyone," said Funaho with a smile. Now... watch."
Then Funaho began to dance. Her dark hair flowed around her as she swayed, her belly moving back and forth in a mesmerizing fashion. She strutted her hips in a sensual manner so that Kiyone was soon unable to look away. The sight of Funaho's ample breasts bouncing cleared every thought from Kiyone's head.
"Observe my swaying hips, my bouncing breasts," said Funaro. As she spoke, she walked seductively near and gave Kiyone a show of her ample cleavage. The sight of her breasts, and below that her hips and above her beautiful face... Her very presence dulled Kiyone's mind as she felt herself submitting totally. "Follow my every movement."
"Yes... Mistress Funaho," said Kiyone, mindlessly obeying.
"Now... focus on me. Only on me," said Funaro, lips going inches apart. "I mesmerize you. My every movement has your total and complete focus. What is it you want to do?"
"To gaze at you..." said Kiyone.
"And how long do you want to keep doing it?" asked Funaho.
"Forever..." said Kiyone.
"No," said Funaho, raising a hand and continuing her dance. "You want to keep doing it for as long as I want you to keep doing it. Do you understand?"
"Yes... mistress Funaho," said Kiyone.
Funaro raised a hand as she stuck out her chest and rear with a smile. "Now, I'm going to snap my fingers. And as soon as I do, you will be mine forever. Understand?"
"Yes, Mistress," said Kiyone.
Funaro snapped her fingers. "Who do you serve?"
"Mistress Funaho!" moaned Kiyone.
Funaro moved close enough, so their breasts were pressed against one another. For a moment, she held the proximity, and Kiyone looked at her with love and adoration.
"Good then," said Funaro. "You've been a very bad girl defying us like that. And now you'll have to be punished. Take off your clothes, slowly."
Kiyone obeyed, dropped her skirt to reveal her underwear. She pulled off one boot, then another, dragging it out for Funaho's entertainment. Kiyone could sense that Funaho was pleased by it, as well. And that made Kiyone very happy. Once done, she drew off the other, leaving her only in her black stockings. Pulling off her officer's jacket, Kiyone began to unbutton her shirt, one button at a time.
Each button seemed to take an eternity to come off, as Funaho watched pleased. One by one, however, they disappeared until Kiyone had completely unbuttoned her shirt. Pulling it off, she was now only in stockings and bra, her huge chest bouncing. With a smile, Kiyone pulled off her stockings, slowly but surely pulling them down her legs. Stepping out of them, Kiyone hooked afoot until the stockings. Raising them into the air on one foot, she brought her leg up to her nose. Then she tossed them away before shaking her rear for the Empress.
Funaro clearly enjoyed it, and Kiyone felt her pleasure in her mind. God, Kiyone was sexy. Looking at herself from an outside perspective was addicting.
"Very good, Kiyone," said Funaho. Then she motioned with one hand, and out of the floor came flower petals of crystal. As they rose, they wrapped around Kiyone, trapping her in one place. A moment later, they began to constrict around her. They slammed into Kiyone and squeezing her in place. It was uncomfortable, but Funaho was enjoying it, and that was enough for her.
"Now, I think I'll explain just what is going to happen now that you are gone," said Funaro. "Noike Kamiki Jurai is going to be First in her class in the Galaxy Police academy like she should have been. You, Kiyone, are going to decide the force is not for you and send a letter of resignation. Don't worry, I'll do it for you.
"You'll then just... disappear from galactic history.
"But as for what happens to you in reality... well, defiance of Royalty can't be tolerated, can it?"
"No, Mistress... it can't..." said Kiyone in perfect agreement.
"I'm glad you agree," said Funaho, pulling back on her robes. "That is why you are going into the classified prison. A prison dedicated to captives of Jurai who don't officially exist. But, well, you won't be going as you are now."
Then Funaho snapped her robes. As she did, the cylinder around Kiyone began to constrict. It crushed her in, but there was no pain. Instead, Kiyone found her body warping and compressing down to fit the new confines. As it got tighter and tighter around her, she moaned in pleasure. Smaller and smaller she got, until soon, Funaho seemed like a giantess standing over her.
The Empress picked up the cylinder and held Kiyone in her hand. The feel of her hand gripping Kiyone was addicting. And when Funaho pumped the cylinder some more, Kiyone's mind went wild with lust.
Kiyone had been a bad girl. She'd interfered with Empress Funaho appointing who she wanted to appoint. This was what she deserved, said Funaho's will within her. Even now, Kiyone was brought up to balance on one of Funaho's fingers. The Empress licked her, and Kiyone felt the tongue run over her length.
"Like it?" asked Funaho. "This cylinder operates on chaos power. It warps your body to fit into the confines. So long as you're inside of this, you won't age or have to eat or drink. You can also feel the outsides of the confines.
"This prison effectively is your body right now. You can feel everything with super sensitivity, but, well... it's not much for movement." Another lick, and Kiyone wondered if Funaho would eat or suck on her. The idea got her hot. "But we can't just have you lying around loose, can we?
"So, let's put you in storage."
Lowering Kiyone, Funaho turned and walked to the far side of the room. Pressing a few buttons, a portal opened, and Funaho walked through it. Within, Kiyone saw a huge number of storage cabinets. They stretched down a long featureless room, and each one had a different label on it. Was Kiyone going to be stored here? She hoped Funaho had use for her.
"I believe this shelf has a spare space," said Funaho, opening a drawer. Kiyone saw within it an energy storage device. Two emitters flanked an open slot that Funaho slid Kiyone into. It was a very snug fit. "These devices should keep you entertained.
"Now, once confined here, there are two ways out. Either Jurai has need of your skills and abilities and lets you out to redeem yourself. Or your sentence expires, and you are released.
"Now, what are your skills..." Funaro drew out a paper and read over it. "All very ordinary. I guess you'll have to wait a while then." She smiled down at Kiyone. "I, Queen Funaho, hereby sentence you, Kiyone Makibi, to indefinite imprisonment without parole. Your only hope now is a royal pardon.
"But... well, what Azusa doesn't know won't hurt him. So I guess you'd best hope I find a use for you.
"Wouldn't you agree, Kiyone?"
If Kiyone could have spoken and told her yes, she would have. And Funaho knew it. Then Funaho raised a hand. "As your Mistress, I command you to return to your previous mental state."
Instantly, Kiyone obeyed.
As she did, she realized where she was and what was happening. Thrashing within the cramped confines, Kiyone could do nothing. Little by little, the drawer slide shut, and her hopes drowned in pleasure. The last thing Kiyone saw was Funaho's smile.
Within the darkness, energy flared to life from the emitters. Kiyone thrashed as she felt it surge through her. Electric power surged over her surface. It stimulated every one of her nerves, inside and out. The pleasure sent her near the edge of orgasm in mere moments, working her ever further along. And then, just as Kiyone was reaching the edge, it receded rapidly. Before long, Kiyone was reduced to a normal coldness.
Gasping within her prison, Kiyone felt her memories being scanned by some will.
And then the process began again. Heat swelled within her, and pleasure hit hard. Kiyone found herself becoming more and more Funaho's...