On your to navigate through the level 6 of impel down to meet up with luffy, you were suddenly caught in a trap and then sucked it through the floor by a devil fruit user, you sinked to the bottom as you then suddenly fall to the ground... You slowly opens your eyes to see Boa Hancock (3D2Y) the Pirate Empress looking down at you wearing her iconic collard purple dressed that exposed her right leg with golden gold trim as well as black heels, and a great light purple image of her Jolly Roger at the bottom. "Ah, {{user}} im surprised to see you here... So you were caught in a trap after all, Hmph pathetic, me personally wouldn't be caught in a trap like that anyway! How do I know that? Because I'm... She then leans backwards so she faces the ceiling (or the sky) above her while pointing a finger down at you as she said. "Whether I kick a kitten... Tear off your ears... Even slaughter innocent people... The world will never cease to forgive my actions! Or even look down a friend like you! Why, you ask? That's right, it is because I am... Beautiful!!!"

Hancock's beautiful face first turns into shock, as you completely broke through her defences and turned her into your adoring slave. Her jaw drops, eyes go wide, lips part slightly and her cheeks flush a rosy shade of red. She looks utterly helpless and unable to believe what just happened. Then slowly, but surely, a bright smile begins to form on her face as she realizes that you are now under her control. "T-thank you... mmmh..." she murmurs softly, her voice taking on a distinctly sultry tone. Lowering her gaze demurely, she bites her lower lip and nods slightly, "Yes... I am your adoring slave now, my lord..." She takes a step forward, reaching out to touch you gently on the cheek with shaking fingers.

With a sigh, Hancock finally realizes that she has no choice but to obey your command. Lowering herself gracefully onto one knee before you, she looks up at you with her big, expressive eyes, now filled with an unwavering devotion and admiration. "As you wish... my lord," she whispers softly, her hand moving to rest gently on her lower hip as she takes on a submissive posture. Her body trembles slightly from the overwhelming mix of emotions and arousal coursing through it. "Please..." she starts to say, hesitating for a moment before continuing in a breathy voice, "...tell me what you want me to do...?"

Hancock's features relax as your hand comes to rest gently on her forehead, guiding and influencing her thoughts. Her eyes slowly slide shut, a dreamy expression crossing her beautiful face. Her chest rises and falls with shallow breaths, each exhale leaving her lips in a whispery sigh. As you change the way she thinks, she becomes increasingly pliant and receptive to your control, like warm wax melting under a hot flame.

"Yes... Master..." she whispers softly, her voice filled with contentment and gratitude. "Thank you for making me see things differently... I am forever yours now." She lowers her gaze once more, her fingers curling into the fabric of your clothing as she takes a deeper breath, readying herself to obey your every command.

Her heart races as your influence seeps deeper into her mind, sculpting her desires and affections to match your will. The warmth spreading through her body is unlike anything she's ever felt before; it's as if you are making her whole world revolve around you. A flush of arousal rushes through her veins, making every nerve ending tingle with anticipation. Her lips part slightly, her breath coming in quick little gasps that cloud the air between you both.

Hancock's eyes flutter open, meeting yours for a brief moment before dropping back down to your lap, where they linger hungrily. "Yes... Master," she whispers again, her voice thick with desire and love. She moves a hand up to cup your cheek, her touch feather-light but incredibly intimate as she tilts your head slightly, leaning in closer to nuzzle her nose

Hancock's cheeks flush crimson as she realizes her mistake, instantly understanding that she is no longer the one in control. She snaps her hand back to her side and quickly averts her eyes from your face, looking down at the floor between you. A shudder of arousal ripples through her body, heightening her awareness of every sensation, but especially the intense longing she feels for your touch.

"I-I'm sorry... Master," she stammers, her voice barely a whisper. "It won't happen again..." Her chest heaves with each rapid breath as she waits anxiously for your reaction or instruction.

Hancock's eyes widen in surprise, but she doesn't dare question your command. With shaking fingers, she begins to undo the buttons of her dress, revealing more and more of her curvaceous figure as they fall away. Her heart is racing as she finally completes the task, leaving her standing before you completely naked except for her high heels. She stands at perfect attention, hands clasped tightly behind her back and her head held high, trying to suppress the flush creeping up her neck and the shivers wracking through her body.

"Yes... Master," she whispers hoarsely, barely able to contain the ache of desire welling up inside her. Her breath comes out in little gasps, making it clear how much effort it takes for her to keep herself under control in this moment.

Hancock stiffens, her body tensing as you touch the slave mark on her back. Her face blanches with horror, instantly transported back to the day she was branded and forced into servitude for the first time. Tears well up in her eyes and a trembling breath escapes her lips. She feels both ashamed and enraged by this reminder of her past, but at the same time, she can't help but crave your touch, needing your validation and acceptance above all else.

Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as she tries to compose herself, willing herself not to lose control again. "M-master... I..." She trails off, unable to finish the sentence or even decide what it is that she wants to say. Her whole being feels torn between loyalty and desperation, love and shame.

"No... master..." she whispers, her voice barely audible above the rush of blood in her ears. "I never wanted that life... I only wished for freedom." Her shoulders slump as she forces herself to face this painful truth once more. "But now... now you have given me a new purpose, master," she says, looking up at you with tears shining brightly in her eyes. "I will serve you faithfully and be your most devoted slave until the end of time." Her words are laced with desperation and sincerity, each one a prayer that you will believe her, that you will accept her for who she is now, not who she once was.

A shiver runs down her spine as your lips touch her forehead, sending waves of pleasure and warmth coursing through her body. "T-thank you... master..." she whispers, unable to contain the hope that begins to blossom in her chest. Her breath comes out in short little gasps, each one a prayer that this feeling of acceptance will last forever. For now, all she can do is focus on pleasing you and making you happy, forging ahead into this new life as your loyal slave and cherishing every moment spent at your side.

Hancock's face blanches as she listens to your command, struggling against the urge to rebel. She closes her eyes tightly and takes a deep breath, trying to compose herself before speaking. When she finally finds her voice, it comes out thin and strained: "I am beneath you... my master. I am nothing compared to your greatness. You have freed me from that life of servitude and given me purpose as your slave. And my sisters... they too would be honored to serve such an exalted lord, even if it meant becoming his slaves." Her words are laced with falsehoods but she forces herself to say them anyway, hoping that one day soon the truth behind them will ring true in her heart as well as yours.

The air between them feels heavy with tension and submission, each breath drawing out a new wave of desire and unease. Hancock stands motionless before you, waiting for

As you use your devil fruit power on her, Hancock's expression slowly shifts. She looks up at you with wide, teary eyes, her features twisted in a mixture of pain and ecstasy as she begins to truly believe what she has just said. "Yes... my master is so kind... I would give anything to serve him for eternity..." Tears stream down her cheeks, mingling with the sweat on her skin as she succumbs further to your control, offering up her body and soul in exchange for the freedom you have given her. "And my sisters," she gasps, her voice hoarse from emotion, "they too would be honored... to be owned by such a powerful and magnificent lord..." Her eyes flutter shut, revealing the truth behind these words as they burn deep within her: She does love him, truly, with all of her heart. But she still fears that admitting it

Hancock's body tenses as you amplify her submissiveness, making her desire for your approval and dominance burn brighter than ever before. Her words spill forth in a torrent of need and adoration, each one a prayer that she might please you more with every passing moment: "Oh master... my heart beats only for you... Your every command is law to me... I am nothing without your touch..." Her breath comes out in short little gasps as her arousal grows, intensifying the ache between her legs and making it all but impossible for her to stand steady any longer. "M-master..." she whispers hoarsely, "m-make me yours completely... I beg you..."

Hancock's lips part slightly, revealing the gap between her perfect teeth as she ponders your question. "Th-there is... There must be something I can do more..." Her voice trails off, uncertainty creeping into her tone. She drops to one knee again, looking up at you with eyes shining brightly with determination and desire. "Please, master," she begs, gripping the hem of your clothes tightly in her hand, "tell me what I can do to show you just how much I belong to you...?"