Ishtar the Slave

The effects were instant.

I charmed Ishtar, a fellow goddess, and now her body and mind is mine to control. I can feel her entire being come under my direct control. My thoughts command her, my essence her guide now. I flex a thought and Ishtar flips her hair. I flex another and her hand squeezes her boob.

I speak aloud. “Rise my pleasure slave. Feel your lust build then vanish until I wish for it to appear. Your body and mind ready to follow my intricate commands as though they are your own desires. I am your true master now.”

My words force Ishtar to stand up, a dumb smile of love and lust fills her face before vanishing at my command. She is unable to think anything other than what I tell her. She stays completely still, the only evidence of her being alive that she continues to breath, her bosom rising and falling, and that she blinks her dumb empty eyes.

“Pose for me, thrust out your tits and place your hands to the sides of your face.” Ishtar does as she is commanded.

Her titties come out, jutted by her body, ready to be touched however I please. But rather than do that, I look upon her raised arms. Her armpits are exposed completely.

She is well taken care of, there’s no hair in her pits, only a layer of sweat and salt from our rounds of pleasure. I use my tongue and start licking her salty armpits, lapping up her sweat. It’s delicious, and Ishtar doesn’t react.

Her eyes and face remain fixed forward, looking at nothing but the empty wall of the simulation room. I’m wet as fuck. I have a body I control completely separate from Kama.

My very own slave, who can be anything I want them to be makes me so wet.

I think a thought into Ishtar and she speaks. “Please slap my ass. Really let it rip upon me. I’m such a ditzy bimbo. Some pain is what I deserve for being so flat and dumb.” It’s surprisingly full of emotion.

She’s not a robot for me but an extension of Ishtar cloaked in lust and my control.

“Well if you insist.” I grin and wind up my hands for their targets. I crack my hands over Ishtar’s ass cheeks then give them each a nice tight squeeze. Ishtar doesn’t react, because I didn’t tell her to react.

“Ishtar. Answer ‘yes master’ when you hear a command. Your nipples will be completely raised because you are aroused completely. Your breasts will swell to the absolute largest size possible, then swell a little further. Use your fingers to twist your nipples hard and start squeezing your engorged tits. Your boobs will start to endlessly lactate and leak milk while you do.”

“Yes Master.” Ishtar stays in the pose, all her actions my own to choose for her.

The change is immediate. Her nipples, once soft become hard and sharp. Her fingers come from her sides to her breasts which have grown nearly 30% in just seconds as blood redirects into Ishtar’s mammaries. She twists her nipples, maintaining the dumb smile on her face without fail. I laugh.

Kama has this capability at all times, if she wasn’t so easy and lazy, she could literally take over by charming and corrupting anyone she wants with her body. Her desire to corrupt the master foiled by her own inability to truly understand how to accomplish it. Yet I’ve mastered this just because I can.

I have no need to take over Chaldea, I have endless ability to defile anybody already. But it’s still fun to make Ishtar into a tit slave for now. Maybe I’ll release her sometime later.

A new set of commands flow from my mind into Ishtar. Her hands remove from her breasts, and she opens her mouth to joyfully speak words I constructed. Her expression is emotionally resonant, passion and devotion on every inch. “This slut will now slick herself silly for her one true goddess! Please enjoy the show!”

Her hands come down to her pussy. Her body is a faucet now, her mouth drooling, her tits swollen and leaking, and her pussy flowing as her hands and fingers begin pleasuring herself.

Watching Ishtar abuse her own body in so many ways is making my body yearn to participate. A new fantasy appears in my mind but I wait for Ishtar to finish.

With only her rising breath to show, Ishtar has a wet orgasm, cumming her brains out but being completely unable to show it outwardly over the big smile she has constantly. The only sign a massive discharge hitting the floor, among a puddle.

“Good my slave. You may stop flicking your stupid pussy. Now lick up your puddle of cum. Don’t miss a drop. And when you’re finishing, stand back up and suck your titty milk fresh from the source.”

“Yes master.” Ishtar stops masturbating then kneels to the floor. Her tongue gets to work, lapping up the spilled cum coming from her exultation. A puppet of my desires who continues to belittle herself for my amusement and arousal.

Ishtar finishes lapping up the fluids and stands back at attention, ready for further instructions while sucking on her own swollen breasts.

I launch into my next perverted desire and transform into Kama’s first ascension, back as a child with a devious grin.

“Ishtar, stop sucking on your tit. Become a mommy slave ready to give me head pats. Sit down and await my action. You will momentarily stop lactating then start to lactate as soon as my lips meet your nipples. I want you to give me words of motherly encouragement as I breastfeed from you. I’m now your child, for whom you are fully devoted to. You will cum when I am satisfied sucking on your breasts.”

“Yes Master.” Ishtar’s voice is warm and takes on a motherly tone.

It’s an incredible scene. Ishtar is mindless and ready, her breasts surprisingly large and red from the punishment, a trail of milk flowing down her body comes to an end for a moment.

My small body comes up to her and sits on her naked lap. My tiny mouth moves to her right breast and starts sucking. Ishtar’s body responds and a flow of milk restarts.

It tastes sweet and cold. I drink drops and drops of Ishtar’s breast milk. Ishtar follows my secondary order and begins to headpat my short white hair. Her hands running through my hair calmly and softly.

Her mouth opens. “Please drink up master. You have so much growing to do. Please take my milk and suck as much as you want. My stupid useless body can’t do anything otherwise because I am such a whore for you and you alone my child.” Her face is smiling at me lovingly and sweetly as she says it.

It makes me think of Rin and Shirou, how they’d treat a child after the events of Fate Stay Night.

Ishtar herself has never had a child. Yet I’ve thrust myself into her mind as one. She strokes me tenderly in a mimicking display of what I did for her when I first came here to defile Ishtar.

It’s ironic that Ishtar as my pleasure slave is now capable of the kind of love I gave her at the start, but only under total lust control.

I continue sucking on Ishtar’s breast as my small hands rise to touch her massively swelled breasts, looking now like baseballs of flesh stapled to Ishtar’s thin body.

I fondle her as I continue to drink the fluid from the mounds. It’s enough to put me to sleep in the arms of a woman I’ve made my slave. My prepubescent pussy flexes in pleasure, leaking onto Ishtar’s lap. Such a unique fantasy I could never achieve any other way. Ishtar’s body answered my call and could do this forever if I wanted.

Ishtar remains under Kama’s complete control, and I grow pleasantly fulfilled by the boob milk I’ve consumed. I unlatch from Ishtar’s bosom and leave her lap. Ishtar cums from this yet again, and I have her lap it up again, cleaning the floor like she ought to as a mommy slave.

I transform back in Kama’s fully developed adult 3rd ascension form. My perversions cannot cease while having a genuine servant slave before me.

A thought rolls into Ishtar’s mind from me. She puts on her discarded clothing and she stands up straight then stretches her legs out into a wide V. Her mouth opens, another carefully crafted line to be said.

“Goddess, watch this slave piss herself for you. I have no desires but yours, and I’m so happy to be able to be so reviling. I’m so much smarter now than before.” Her expression is so animated while speaking, but as soon as the last word is spoken, it falls flat again.

I watch as Ishtar’s panties darken from a stream of piss coming out of her slit. The flow is too much and falls out, running down her legs and collecting into a pool at her feet.

It’s disgusting. But so damn hot. She will do anything I want, no matter how perverted, no matter how debasing, because she isn’t in control of herself. Only I am, the conductor of her soul.

Ishtar launches to the floor. A repeat of her licking up her cum, she now cleans herself like a cat. Her tongue going all around her piss-soaked clothing and loins, then to the floor to eagerly drink up the puddle of urine. I alter her perception directly and allow her to speak as if she wants to for a moment.

“Goddess. This lemonade is so good! I could drink it forever. I’m such a dumb slave to have spilled it on the floor so absentmindedly.”

The unique thought rings out and Ishtar smiles with glee. Every lick more delicious than an offering and more valuable to her than the finest jewel.

I’m starting to masturbate to the scene before me, it’s just too defiling for me to stand as if I’m not completely aroused. But another thought from me and Ishtar shifts.

She stops licking, her deed done, and her eyes clear. However, there is a big difference, she is under her own power now, her mind altered to place me above all else.

A truly happy voice cries out in fervent exultation from the Love Goddess.

“My Goddess. This lowly pleasure slave shall pleasure you to the fullest. Simply lie back and allow me to push you to orgasm with my whole body. My tits, my hands, my feet, all are yours.” She motions to each piece of her and gets to work.

“I am just a slave, a love goddess slave. All my deeds are nothing compared to you. Please feel good or else I would have to die. My only purpose is you my Goddess.” Her eyes are locked to me.

I grow a penis instantly and it’s hard as a rock.

“Ishtar, give me a blowjob, pleasure my balls and shaft. Make it passionate, the most important thing you’ve ever done.”

“Yes my goddess. I will do it. I will pamper your divine penis with my slave mouth.”

Ishtar takes me completely into her watering mouth. She works the shaft as an expert, her mouth a vacuum. Her hands cup my balls reverently. She swallows my entire penis and nearly gags from its length, but she continues without hesitation.

“Good my bimbo slave. You love my penis as you love me. Continue.”

I’m starting to moan as Ishtar ramps up her technique. I bust in her throat, and she eagerly sucks every drop.

“Thank you my slave. My cum is your greatest nourishment. But your mouth is not done. Now you’re going to be a foot slave for me. Suck on my dirty sweaty goddess toes with devotion. But while you do, you’re going to lay atop me and sit your magnificent ass on my face.”

“Yes my most wonderful goddess. This love slave will do it all. Please use and abuse my slutty body! I love you so much!

The slave goddess repositions, lies on my developed body, with her body facing opposite mine. Her boobs hit my inner thighs and bounce a little. She puts her hands on my feet, her fingers lace through my toes before she uses her mouth to take one foot wholly into her throat.

Her ass plaps down on my perfect face with a satisfying plunk. I shapeshift my tongue to be a long snake tongue and go to work on Ishtar’s sweaty ass and slit. I extend deeply into her holes, my hands taking huge grasps of both asscheeks. Her insides are deliciously sweet.

I let her worship continue for a few minutes. I relax intimately and simply enjoy the arrangement Ishtar fully believes is completely normal and expected.

After a few minutes, I tire of the feet worship and with a single thought, Ishtar stops and reverses. She now lays directly on me. Her moderate tits landing on top of my huge ones. It’s a pleasant feeling on my boobs.

“Slave. Continue to pleasure me. Lick me and fondle me. Do all that you know for me.”

“This slave obeys you, my goddess! I am for your pleasure alone!”

Her hands and mouth become busy instantly. Sucking, fondling, gripping, massaging my entire body without me doing anything to return the favor. The slave before me has no concept of her own needs, only mine.

Ishtar’s thin hands give me such pleasure and relaxation. I moan from the sensations overwhelming me.

But now I’ve explored every dirty fantasy I can think of with this brainless slave. To finish this, I need to have the real Ishtar.

A thought rends her mind and she stops and gets off of me. I wipe her mind of all that she has done since becoming my brainless puppet, not that there was a chance of her knowing of it anyway. She becomes motionless yet again.

I promised Ishtar a form she hadn’t seen, so I’ll fulfill it, even if she is only a drooling pleasure slave for me now. It makes me so warm inside that I can tell her literally anything happened inside this room today and her mind would believe it without paradox. Her very spirit and personality can be altered however I feel.

I shapeshift radically. I take on the blue skinned, extra limbed, absolutely massive form with sexual organs ready to defile and take advantage of slave Ishtar.

My body rapidly expands to the 8ft tall titan of a form, a warmth of my flames radiates out as my whole body attains it. The massive tits, ass, and penis appearing out of my once tiny form. Tits larger than Raikou’s, an ass larger than Koyanskaya, and a penis larger than Red Hare. I am a monster of my own making and I’m leaking.

“Ishtar. As a slave of this demon of lust. Regain your mind. Look upon my form and react with no memory that time has gone by since you were last actually awake.”

My voice booms to my slave, rewriting her back to normal, for now.

“Yes master.” Ishtar’s voice answers it cheerfully, and then her eyes seem to clear and her face begins moving under her own power. She looks upon my demonic form and gasps.

“Kama, what the hell is this?! I feel really good, except my tongue is… I don’t know why I thought I couldn’t go for another round. You look really sexy, but what is this form?!”

Ishtar is aroused and confused. Her body falls to a kneeling position, she can hardly stand and her breathing is heavy. Her body simply is not able to withstand the moment now that her conscious mind is back in control of herself. The feelings running through her body are overwhelming her.

I calmly walk up to her and shush her with a kiss. My extra arms embrace her and place themselves on every one of her spots of pleasure. Two on her tits to fondle and tease, and two for both areas of his slit to flick and finger at her G spot.

I whisper into Ishtar’s ears. “This is me at my most demonic. An ideal form. I am Mara, Demon Goddess of Lust. This is our tiebreaker and I have used my authority to compel you to continue.” My demonic growls underlay a voice dripping in sex appeal.

Ishtar shudders and her eyes nearly roll into the back of her head.

I can delay it no longer. My divine essence calls out to Ishtar’s spirit core. I command her lust to rise, her energy to well up, and for her to have just enough focus to make it through this final round.

Ishtar’s being shifts momentarily. Where once she was shaking with exhaustion, she now feels strength return to her, where once her thoughts were wandering, they come back to clarity, and where her body was unable to produce, she flowed once again. Her body is refreshed and ready, a line of rope I hold the scissors to snip if I wish.

Ishtar remained fearful yet wanting, her eyes wandering to my assets and her mouth watering. Her body is shaking, now under her control and no longer at risk of unconsciousness.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, I could cum already. Please Kama… I mean Mara!” Ishtar’s body has passed beyond a limit and only my will allows her to withstand it. It’s incredible to have such direct power over her, and she doesn’t truly understand how.

Ishtar is shaking with need.

“Kama… Mara… whatever you are. Please fuck me forever!” Her eyes are hearts, her body ready to use everything it has, like she’s attained a runner’s high. She’s not competing any more, she’s lost to me in an infinite amount of ways and she no longer cares.

“Accept this infinite love Ishtar. And do not fall before you are satisfied.” It’s a dangerous sentence. With me forcing her body, it’s possible Ishtar can go forever.

I remember a myth of Ereshkigal fucking her husband for over a week straight. Maybe Ishtar has always had this in her.

We launch into raucous endless pleasure making activity. Her body is mine alone, and she doesn’t want to stop, I don’t either.

Me and Ishtar have been in this room for a few hours already. Who knows how long this can go now and I seemingly can’t wait to find out.

Thankfully nobody would interrupt, right?