A cock is a powerful tool for controlling a woman, especially a bitch. While the shaft itself is often not as large or as powerful as the rest of a stud's body, it is not that alone that makes it the remarkable brainwashing weapon that it is. A cock of virility will produce sperm by the bucket load, enough to wash away a woman's fears, her inhibitions, or her entire personality. I was awakening to the power of my semen for the first time, the chemicals in it that addicted women to its taste and smelly texture, plainly visible in the faces of Duchess and Lady. Both women fawned over me all the way to the military base, kissing me, hugging me between their titanic boobs, faces glowing with the excitement of servitude to a stud master.
The fact that even when I had brainwashed them into subservient breeder fuckslaves, even when their minds were wiped clean and turned into hard-working factories of adoration for me, that churned out nothing but cock-worship day in and day out, the fact that White Queen was still so easily able to wrestle their wills from my grasp spoke volumes about her capacity as a woman. She was a foe of the kind that was unimaginable to me, in the same way that the galaxy is unimaginable to an ant living in its hill. Nothing could have prepared me for her.
So it was that when we arrived at the base, I was totally unprepared for what happened next. I was immediately called to the Commander's room and the girls followed with me.
I passed through the door and froze in the gaze of the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen. White Queen was nothing short of breathtaking. She sat back at the Commander's desk, while he knelt on the floor at her feet, rubbing them for her amusement. Her beautiful face was locked in a rictus of hot, evil pleasure as she took great joy in making him serve her so pathetically. Her tongue hung out and she was panting like an animal as he served. His hands were certainly skilled as well, that much was clear, as if he had made a task of doing this regularly. Her feet were perfect and white, like the rest of her.
She was bigger and thicker than any of the other girls. She had the body of a sex goddess, one who promoted fertility in her worshipers, with a perfectly-proportioned face and blonde hair that curled tightly into wound-up corkscrews all around her, cloaking her features in the radiant heat of those blonde tresses. Her shoulders were broad, as needed, because each of her breasts was the size of a prize-winning watermelon, but they looked so well-formed on her, each poking out far beyond the width of her torso, but not at all strained. They stood up perfectly and proudly, despite the years she had on the other girls. If anything, her breasts were more spectacular than any of theirs, higher, softer and definitely larger.
Just the sight of those perfect tits made my cock stiffen up, throbbing, but it was not with a desire to fuck. Something about this girl elicited a breeding desire in me, as it must in every other man who saw her. It was a musky, rutting, pussy-hungry want that I felt squeezing the life out of my fertile cock. She was the peak of womanhood, the alpha female, and I must compete with every other male on the planet for the right to hose down her fertile eggs with sperm. And her body was most assuredly fertile. Below her soft, plump belly, her body exploded outwards into the two widest hips I had ever seen on a human, and some cows. Each of her luxurious thighs was up on the desk for my perusal, and they certainly received it. The ass she sat on made the chair creek and groan under her, seeming to be competing with her tits for the title of the world's softest and warmest cocksleeve. And there was one last treat in store for my eyes as I continued to stare at her.
Her clothing was the sluttiest of all the girls, but also the most disturbing. Duchess's bikini, Lady's leotard and Baroness's skintight suit paled in comparison to this. At her throat, she wore a choker made entirely of diamonds, that clutched tightly at two huge corkscrews of her hair, snapping them against her throat. From there, the hair underwent a shocking transformation, as it split into each diamond and wound down her body in threads, that oozed over her milky, sweat-slick skin, tightening it, pinching it, and making it look even more alluring. As the hair ran down her body, it somehow slithered and moved, as if controlled by her mind, and it was cast with more diamonds, snared around them, making her body glow. How was she making her hair move like that? Was she psychic? Or something else?
When the golden wonder that was the waterfall of her beautiful hair splashed and thundered its way down to her fat melon tits, it squeezed tight around her nipples, pinching them tight, keeping them permanently hard, and covering each with an exquisite diamond, her only nod to modesty. Around her tree-trunk sized thighs, the hair snapped tight into an imitation of a thong, covering her slut holes from view, while squeezing and pulling at her clit. The bitch must be in a hyper state of arousal 24/7, looking like that! I was speechless. This seemed like magic. It had to be some kind of sorcery. That would explain the power she had over the Commander. I watched in disgust as he licked her feet.
When she saw me enter, she snapped out of her shocks of pleasure and planted a foot in the Commander's face. Hair spiked down to her ankle and formed a heeled boot that kicked him to the ground, knocking him away from her. The giantess stirred in her chair, like an old childhood nightmare reawakening in the mind of an adult as she locked me with a baleful glare.
"It really is a pleasure to finally meet you..." she groaned out in a voice that was saturated with sexual dissatisfaction. She sounded like no man had ever pleased her and that she found the very idea preposterous. But I knew it wasn't true. A single man had tamed her, made her his bitch. The previous pilot of the Mecha that was now mine. I stood my ground as she rose. Volcanoes became active with less excitement, less white, naked terror. She stalked forwards and closed with me quickly, moving with startling grace.
"It's a pleasure to m-meet you as well, White Queen..." I managed to stammer out, losing my voice more than I wanted to. When she stood over me, my slim, young body seemed powerless before her giantess figure. She was like a beast out of legend.
