Reincarnated with the Mind Control Powers in Another World.

"Did you witness that, Marinda? Your loyal soldiers are spreading their legs in front of my ogres, look at them how they are swinging their filthy pussies and begging some monsters to fuck them.

Is that what you teach them in the witch household ?" Anon chuckled, casting a sly smile towards Marinda.

"T-This can't be real... These women haven't even touched a man in the past 10 years. How could they behave like this?" Marinda exclaimed, disbelief evident in her eyes.

She had trained these women herself to combat any man on the planet. Yet now, they were creating this debauched spectacle before everyone, utterly unconcerned about tarnishing the reputation of the Witch House or their own standing. They seemed consumed by their carnal desires.

'Yeah, like you can stop them with that. This is an easy way for me to corrupt their feeble minds even faster. Most of them are married, which means they've had sexual experiences before. They were merely on an extended hiatus after that initial encounter. But today, my ogres have reignited their dormant desires, driving them mad with lust,' Anon mused, laughter dancing in his mind as he observed the female soldiers provocatively shimmying and dancing before his ogres.

"Hahaha... This was amusing. Now, what's your decision?" Anon queried, his voice a hushed whisper near Marinda's ear.

"What do you want?" Marinda inquired, her tone laden with a sense of dejected resignation.

"Excellent, that's precisely what I aimed for. I wanted to shatter that feminist facade of yours and bring you crashing down to reality.

Now, you face two options. Either you destroy your self-esteem with your own mouth and become my slave, just as she did," Anon gestured towards the great mother who had already submitted, "or you watch as the women of your household transform into my ogre's breeding machines, just like them.

They will be fucked from day to night without any stops until they are pregnant, once pregnant they will be used to produce milk for me and get fucked at the same time.

Once their wombs become useless and they become unable to breed, they will get butchered and the ogres will eat them." Anon's finger pointed towards the female soldiers who were dancing naked for his ogres.

"So Choose, fast." An evil smile appeared on Anon's face.

"I-I choose to be a slave, provided you guarantee that your ogres won't touch any other woman from my house. I'll serve you for the rest of my life in your bed, as long as you spare the other women," Marinda's voice trembled with shame as she made her decision.

"Haha... You're mistaken. This isn't a negotiation; it's an ultimatum. You either accept slavery or not. Don't instruct me about what to do with the women of your household. Do you understand?" Anon smirked.

"Why don't you just kill me? Then you can do as you please. At least, I'd have the satisfaction of dying for my house," Marinda challenged, her gaze fixed unwaveringly on Anon.

"Luv, you've got it all wrong. You see, I can easily kill you. With just one of my fingers, I could end your life. But here's the catch: I won't do it. You know why? Because I want to see you suffer.

I want you to endure the humiliation of being used like an object. Every day, you'll come to my room, get naked as I please, and assume any pose I demand. You'll be treated like a thing, an instrument for my gratification. Once my sexual desires are sated, you'll be discarded and you will repeat this process everyday." Anon spelled out her impending fate.

"I'd rather end my life," Marinda declared, conjuring an arcane blade at her fingertip and directing it towards her neck.

"If you do that, your daughters will face the same consequences," Anon interjected, causing her hand to freeze mid-motion.

"Don't harm my girls. I'll do whatever you want, just spare my daughters," Marinda pleaded, her gaze burning with hatred for Anon.

"Oh, how touching, such maternal devotion," Anon sneered, aware that Marinda's children were her Achilles' heel. Twist that nerve, and the pain could be exquisite.I think you should take a look at

"Well, it seems you're left without much choice. Here's your crown," Anon quipped, summoning a slave collar into his grasp.

Ting

He flung the collar towards Marinda, remarking, "Put it on and recite, 'I am a debased slave, serving my master without resentment, even if he treats me like refuse. At the end of the day, I will still submit.'"

Marinda retrieved the collar from the ground and placed it around her neck. She repeated Anon's words with a profound sense of humiliation, "I-I am a debased slave, serving my master without resentment, even if he treats me like refuse. A-At the end of the day, I will still submit."

Instantaneously, a slave contract materialized before Anon.

Pfttt

A faint chuckle escaped Arthur's lips.

"Arthur, why the grin?" Grok inquired, his tone serious.

"Having treated men with disdain and filth, now she finds herself behaving the same way. Anon might appear cruel or malicious, yet he is delivering the most fitting consequences for her past transgressions.

Once, she executed a young man around 16 for accidentally brushing against her. I stood witness as his grieving mother pleaded on his behalf, and she executed her too.

Back then, I couldn't intervene, as her house wields the power of a legendary weapon. Yet, look at her now—on the floor, wearing a slave collar, and sobbing like a wretched creature," Arthur explained, relishing the sight Anon had orchestrated.

"I think that's a wrap. I'm taking my leave now. You two should depart as well, but ensure you arrive at my abode before sundown.

You've got a real man to serve now. Is that clear?" Anon demanded in a commanding tone.

"Yes... Master," the great mother responded.

"Y-Yes, Master," Marinda echoed.

"I can't hear you, bitches. Speak louder, and this time, attach my name to 'Master,'" Anon thundered.

"YES, MASTER ANON," they both chorused.

"Good." Just as Anon began to leave, he suddenly realized that he was already at his house.

"You may leave now. This is my residence," Anon remarked, turning around.