Mistresses of the World of Ruin

The doors opened- thankfully. They kept racing down the halls of Doma, which wasn’t too complicated in its main rooms. Whenever they could, they closed doors behind them and threw chairs and furniture and posts in front. Otherwise, navigation was easy. It was finding the hidden treasures and passageways that was difficult, but fortunately that wasn’t why they were there. And they kept buying themselves time, which was critical.

They finally, after running to the point of panting, Celes still confused why they were leaving, made it to the main entrance, where they had a wonderful surprise.

Two sexy women in red dresses, the same seductress-types, guarded the main doors. But their bodies were sprawled over the doors, their hands planted backwards in a beckoning, come-fuck-me stance. They let their dresses sag seductively- one of the second maiden’s taut breasts was showing. Both were positioned in such a way to let their breasts show. One of them was another Dahling. They didn’t know this, but it was the sister of the other. The second maiden had a slightly differently toned dress, and this was L. 80 Magic from the Fanatic’s Tower.

“We unlocked the doors so we could catch you on your way out. We didn’t want the others to have all the fun,” said L. 80 Magic, blowing them a kiss. A piece of their will and resistance shattered right away, but Locke still held on to his cool.

“Come hither, darlings. We just want to play. We don’t even want you to give up your quest- we’re not as demanding as the others. We just want some fun, and I think you want to have fun too. What a win-win situation,” the Dahling massaged her body lustfully, moaning. Again, more lies. But would the heroes figure this out?

“We need to get out. And we’re NOT going to stay,” said Locke, doubting himself more every moment. Celes said, “Yeah!”

“That’s unfortunate. How do you think you’re going to get out, without any of your equipment? We don’t want to let you out. Are you going to fight us?”

Locke raised his hands. His answer was clear, “If we must.”

This time, at least, they didn’t have Love Tokens on their side. That is, if they managed to beat them in the time it took for the others to get out there… they had a few minutes, they supposed.

Celes, similarly, raised her hands. They were ready for one final battle before they could get their friends and overpower these vixens with more than two adventurers that were ambushed. The maidens blew kisses. Locke didn’t notice that Celes, then lowered her hands and gazed at the L. 80 Magic, beginning to be entranced not by any magic, but just by her raw beauty and the memories of her experiences so far. And then, something crazy happened.

The doors pushed in from the outside as the ladies fell out of the way. Edgar fumbled inside, falling on his face, but quickly jumped up on his feet, looking up in shock at Locke and looking quickly away to the much more enticing Celes. “Well, what might we have here?” he blushed. Seeing Celes in her negligee was like a bachelor’s fantasy come true.

Locke screamed in the greatest joy he ever felt in his life. “EDGAR!!! THANK FREAKING EVERYTHING!!!” and then looked to Celes, nudging her, “Let’s go!”

Edgar looked to see the Dahling- the same one from the painting, gazing at him. They met eyes and the memories rushed back. She slowly licked her lips as she whispered, “I’m waiting here for you…” and pursed her lips slightly. He stood for a moment, then shook his head, breaking the thought just in time as Locke crashed into him screaming “MOVE!” and they both went rolling out, cascading down the stone steps of Doma castle, grunting along the way.

At the bottom of the steps, Edgar and Locke regained their composure as they came to the horrible realization- Celes wasn’t out there with them. Jumping to his feet, Locke, in just his underwear and shirt, sprinted up the stairs, scrambling step by step as Dahling poked her head through the door and gave a sweet smile. “Leaving Celes was such a nice gift…”

Locke continued to scramble, yelling “No!!!”

“We’ll take good care of her, Locke.” The Dahling slowly closed the door, smiling evilly..

“Nooooo!!! Celes! Don’t let them!”

He scrambled up to the top as the crack closed a foot, half a foot, an inch.. and his hand reached the handle just as he heard the click, ramming his body up against it with a thud.

He banged his head up against the door, yelling “SHIT!” as Edgar looked up, saying, “What the hell happened? Or should I even ask?”

Locke sighed, panting. “*pant* It was *pant* a disaster, Edgar. We *pant* were all almost gone. They got *pant* Terra, and now Celes, and *pant* Cyan for sure. These women are like the Rafflesias. I think *pant* they’re the source. And *pant* I can tell you and everyone the rest very soon, but I want to *pant* know what’s happening to Celes now. *pant* I’ll… tell you more later.”

He pressed his ear against the door, just as Edgar was doing earlier, apparently listening to the maidens on the inside in some perverted way.

A door creaked on the inside, and multiple sets of heels were heard clicking in the room.

“Ah, I see you didn’t let both of them escape. I suppose we can worry about the male later. It’s always more valuable to turn females, anyway.” This was the voice of Madam. Locke heard two loud kisses.

“I think Cherry deserves a lovely round of applause for being so mesmerizing…”

“I agree!”

They all began to clap for Madam, eliciting some cheers and letting Locke hear even more kissing. These maidens were very sexual and intimate with one another.

“Thank you… thank you, but now, for our lovely catch, Celes, dear, wonderful Celes. We can finally be alone.” There was a pause. Probably caressing Celes as she stood gazing on. Probably. He couldn’t know for sure.

“I think you and Terra- you’re going to absolutely love being with us. But first things first.” Locke heard the snap of that fan opening.

“What’s going on?” asked Edgar. Locke was silent, face pale in horror.

“Do you remember the story?” she asked. She was probably hypnotizing Celes again. And now it wouldn’t take much, especially since she was on the edge when they tried to escape.

“Yes…” droned Celes.

“No!! CELES!!!” screamed Locke.

“It seems the wind is making noises outside…”

She cast Silence, which penetrated the door and hit Locke, making him mute. They could probably do that using a peephole. But it seemed impossible to get the visuals to penetrate inside with magic. Edgar saw this and scrambled to find an Echo Screen.

“Then, my dear, where were we. Yesss… let us conclude the story happily ever after.”

“Yes…”

Locke was pounding on the door, which was so heavy it was probably inaudible inside, as he heard a loud kissing sound inside. It was probably Celes and Barb-E. Happily ever after. He began to hear her moan.

“How adorable, she’s even grinding up against you like a good horny slut. Good job, Cherry,” said Dahling.

“Yess… Coco, why don’t you use my fan to relieve her of her stress of being a heroine?”

Celes began to moan more violently, high-pitched, and sweetly as Barb-E could be heard saying things like “cum my dirty little heroine” and “relax for me… relax, just relax.” Locke shuddered at the thought of Celes being violated like this. He tried to block out his lust. He didn’t know how well it was working.

Celes moaned louder and louder as the Barb-E fucked her, with all the other maidens watching and Locke listening. Eventually, her moans grew faster, more rhythmic, and more submissive and helpless. The once strong heroine was beginning to sound like a submissive sex kitten yelping high-pitched as her juices leaked down between her thighs in wanton lust. Then, tears welled in Locke’s eyes as her moans became deeper, more sinister, and pleasure-filled as she began to howl in climax, or what he assumed was climax. He didn’t quite remember what happened at Owzer’s.

“Wow…” said Edgar, hearing some of it.

There were several moments of silence. Locke kept his ear pressed against the door.

“Now, my love, kneel before me. Who do you serve?”

“You, mistress…”

“Oh no.”

“What will you do if you encounter your former companions?”

“We need to show them the light… using magic and the charms of the Rafflesia and Goddess. If they submit… then we reward them with pleasure they have never experienced. And if they… resist, we reward them still, for that is the fun of being in our shoes.”

“I am so glad we found you…”

“Thank you, mistress.”

Another kiss was heard as Locke fell to his knees, tears in his eyes. He heard clicking of heels into the other rooms, and then, silence. Several moments passed as Edgar left Locke alone, not knowing entirely what had happened, but having an idea based on where there journey had taken them so far.

He had failed Celes.