As much fun as it was having this complete control over Marguerite was enjoyable, Hancock still had a bit more morality than most of the Warlords. She had Luffy to thank for that, and many, many things as well. Oh, to properly make it up to him, she'd need to rub her boobs all over his adoring face and body until he was as happy as could be. Then keep doing it, over and over, endlessly, until she was too sore to move. But with his stamina, he wouldn't be, so she'd let him do whatever he wished to her body, regardless of what it entailed or what became of Hancock afterwards…
The woman blinked after a moment and realized she'd been lost in fantasy for quite a while. Marguerite still stood there, emotionless and waiting for her next command, with her gaze still affixed on the gorgeous beauty's marvelous tits. Huge and hypnotic, it was literally impossible for her to take her eyes off of them. Hancock's blush went unnoticed. SHe was tempted to just go and dwell on the fantasy a bit more, but decided against it.
"Ahem. Anyway, Marguerite, you can stop being hypnotized by me now," Hancock commanded, waiting for the light to return to the blonde's eyes. Only, after a full minute had passed, Marguerite still stood there, entranced. "Marguerite, stop staring at my breasts!" Hancock yelled, and Marguerite continued to do nothing, to the point Hancock wondered if the hypnosis was still in effect. "Marguerite? Get down on all fours and bark." Without a second's hesitation, her powerful warrior did just that, and stayed there waiting for another command.
"Now, stop listening to my commands!" she demanded.
"I cannot do that," Marguerite insisted.
"Well, why not?!" Hancock shouted, as Marguerite's gaze returned to her bosom.
"I cannot disobey my mistress."
"What? But, I am your mistress, your empress, your leader! And I command you to stop following my commands!" Marguerite shook her head, barely blinking, lest she ruin her attentive gaze at the most glorious bust ever seen by mortal eyes. "Marguerite, you'll pay for this insolence!" The queen actually stepped down to get closer to the blonde, until her tits were nearly engulfing the woman's face.
"Now, tell me! Who do you serve?!" Hancock asked. Marguerite buried her face in Hancock's tits and hugged the bosom as close to her head as she could manage while still breathing. She let out a moan of bliss, and smiled.
"This. I serve this bust… this bosom is my mistress," Marguerite cooed, her eyes glazed over. Hancock's eyes widened. Her own boobs had threatened to usurp her position! This would not stand.
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