Mistresses of the World of Ruin

“There is no hope for them,” declared Barb-E, “In a few days, their whole minds will belong to us. The girls will be maidens at our sides and the males will be soldiers for us.”

She gently grasped a bottle of champagne, broke it open, rubbing the top of the bottle phallically. Then, she conjured five glasses and poured portions for all the girls, passing it out.

“Let us toast to their defeat- no- to our new hero slaves!” she said.

“To our new hero slaves!” they mimicked, raising their glasses in the chime of toasting.

They sipped away the champagne.

“Hahahahahahhahahaa,” they laughed heartily and seductively. Enjoying the beverage, they grew just slightly loose and a bit sexier and more confident.

“Misty, may I practice my seduction on you?” said her sister once she downed the drink.

“Why, my dear, of course, I would looove to be touched be you… we can call it a fantasy of what will really come.”

Dahling immediately nuzzle her head up against her sister’s neck, reached over, up her dress, and began to stroke her snatch sexually. Her twin tilted her head back, in obvious pleasure, as the others watched, pleased.

The sister guided her, “You’ll want to go slower. Smoother. Really feel it, really make me relax.”

“Like this?” she slowed her touches.

“Yes… keep talking. Flood my mind with your voice. If you can hypnotize them completely, you will have power. Remember, they are heroes. Sex alone will not win them over.”

“Yesss…. You like the way I touch you… Misty. You like it, feeling my sllooooow, relaxing, soooothing touch. You will giiiive up your journey, give up your journey for me.”

Dahling giggled. “Just like that, love.”

Madam and Barb-E kneeled on the floor to adopt a scissor position, in order to mash their pussies together. They took off their panties for this mission- so their only clothing below their waist were the slitted dress and garters.

“We’ll let our scents lure them into our snatches!”

Level 80 Magic joined by rubbing against Barb-E’s breasts.

Barb-E continued, “I really love using my smoke to mesmerize them.”

“Ugh… oohhhhhh” moaned Madam, squeezing her wet pussy and thighs against Barb-E’s wetness, “But… doesn’t that only work against people with a smoking fetish?”

“No,” said Barb-E, “Keep in mind that this is Rafflesia smoke. Your smoke can help you mesmerize them.”

“But so many of them hate smoking, and the smell.”

“Yes, but our cigarettes are made from Rafflesia, not disgusting tobacco. The smell is very sweet and soothing. It is like a light mist of candy. With one breath they will love it. Before they realize it, they will want more. It is your job not to let them realize what it is.”

“They’ll want more?”

“Yes. And you will give it to them. Bathe them in the smoke, completely. It is your friend and their friend. It is the Rafflesia, and they must breathe, so if you cloud the air, you will deeply confuse and enthrall them.”

“Thank you sister. I usually just rely on my magic to fell my foes… but the deeper I can enthrall them in combat…” they continued to rock against each other in casual pleasure, fantasizing about what they were going to do to the heroes.

“The… more… *thrust* useful they will be under… your… *thrust* command. Make them… *thrust* fight *thrust* for *thrust* you. You *thrust* are *thrust* beautiful, *faster* and *thrust* deserve *thrust* to *thrust* be *thrust* their *thrust* queen.” At ‘queen,; Barb-E leaned back as she began to vibrate violently, ejaculating onto the surface of Madam’s pussy. Level 80 pounced on the spot and began to dive her tongue between the mounds of the two girls, licking up her cum as well as the juices.

“Yes, my dirty Level 80, lap it all up. Be a sinful, sexy girl. Anyway, Cherry (Madam)… order them to protect you, to attack their friends, and to heal you. Make them hold their friends in place as you in turn bathe them in your sweet smoke.”

Dahling continued to give constructive feedback to her partner. “When you kiss them, kiss them slowly and deeply. Break your kisses occasionally to whisper in their ears. Say things like ‘you’re mine,’ and ‘your journey is over.”

“Heroes seem to like relaxing and letting go,” the other replied, growing wet as she kissed and lapped at the ear of her counterpart. She whispered, “Oooooh, I’m so wet for your sister.”

“Yes. Cater to the stress and desire to submit. Don’t just capture their bodies, capture their minds. That is how we acquire servants.”

“What about the females? I’m sorry, I do not have as much experience…” Level 80 moaned, still licking her lips from the juices and grabbing, squeezing Madam’s ass through her tight, sexy fabric.

Barb-E responded from the other side of the room, having mounted Madam, fingering her from behind, ready for more. “They are more difficult, but they, too, can fall under our spell.”

“How, unless they are lesbian?”

“Easily. They want to be like us. They secretly want our power over the men, our sexiness.” Madam screamed in ecstasy as she ejaculated while Barb-E spoke of power. The thought of seducing the heroes for goddess was just too sexy. Level 80 pounced again to lap up her juices.

“That’s nonsense. They can never be like us.”

“No, they can. That is where you come in. If they want to be like us so bad, why not indulge them? Brainwash them completely, and they will be putty for us.” Barb-E presented her clit to Level 80 to suck on. Level 80 loved sucking on things.

“So, we convert them?” Dahling and her sister switched positions, dry humping one another and slowing down their kissing and fondling. They moaned softly, caressing each other and running their hands all over each other’s bodies.

“I prefer the term, ‘Make Over.’”

Dahling’s sister responded, “Ahhh, I love it! So, let me guess. I must get them alone, then get close to them. Then, touch them and whisper to them, making them comfortable. Then as I place them deeper under my spell, I remove their equipment. Then, in a deep ritual, perhaps dancing around them, I ask a few questions to decide which one of us they will become- and finally, I conjure an outfit of that class and dress them.”

“Do me harder!!” yelled Barb-E. Level 80 was running her tongue all around her labia, giving her shockwave sensations and a throbbing feeling of ecstasy.

Dahling commented “Bravo! You’re beginning to understand, my love. Slow and sensual wins the race. Don’t be timid in having fun with them. They are your playtoys- treat them as such.”

“You mean violate them?”

“Certainly.”

“We look like goddesses, with our pinup costumes, and fans.”

“Make them worship us.”

“And taunt them too-“ Barb-E came once more as Level 80 shoved her tongue violently into her pussy, fucking her with as much strength as a giant dick.

“Oooohh, that is so much fun. It just makes me so hot when they are helpless and I tease them, saying things like ‘It’s all over,’ or making fun of the girls for being so weak.”

“Humiliating former heroes is so enticing.”

“Now, practice on me. Mix your Love Tokens in with your seduction.”

“Like I’m about to do, loves…” Barb-E cast “Love Token,” sending a stream of flowery hearts to Dahling, exploding and causing her to moan. The girl climaxed instantly, leaning back in her chair, her hips shaking violently.

They began to cast Love Tokens on one another, fingering one another, licking, smelling, rubbing and, getting their juices and cum all over the place, all over their shiny dresses and outfits and faces, all over, making the biggest mess imaginable.

In midst of this cum-chaos, the Dahling who didn’t just cum decided to continue the exercise with Level 80. She waded over there, giving her sister a chance to rest. “Now, I’m going to pretend to resist, what do you do?”

Level 80, for a cum-lapping animal, was very sharp and seductive when she wanted to be. “First, I take my soft hand, and cup your face, like this…” she held her chin very softly, “That way, you stare at every single one of my actions. Deep… into my eyes. Then, I take my other hand, and take a deep whiff of my smoke,” she grabbed her holder from the table, brought it to her lips, and lit, “As we wait for me together, as you wait, knowing that I am seducing you, gazing deeply into your eyes. You watch me drag for seconds, then I remove the holder,” she removed it, “Smile victoriously, and blow slowly in your face,” she breathed out. “It is good mist, not repulsive at all, but enticing, and you love it, so you breathe it in helplessly. Then… I rub your face lovingly, and ask ‘Where were we,’ and lean in for the kiss. If that wasn’t enough, I do it again until you’re mine…”

“You’re wonderful, now I’m starting to fall for you,” replied the mentor Dahling.

“Of course you are,” she said seductively, “and I would care for another drink. Quench my thirst for your juices, Misty,” commanded Level 80 Magic as she licked her lips, brought them down near Dahling’s pussy, and chanted “Love Token.”

Thick hearts enveloped her pussy, and Dahling climaxed like a violent volcano throbbing with every beat of the spell. Level 80 grinned majestically as she lapped up all the cum that came pouring out as Dahling emptied herself of her juices. She ran her silken hands along the girl’s inner thighs, massaging her as she recovered, and took another whiff of her hypnotic Rafflesia smoke, blowing it into the air.

“I think we are ready,” she said.

“I think we should be as well. I hear doors opening,” observed Barb-E.

The girls recovered one by one and fixed their garments. The cum dried off and left nothing but a pleasant, sexy odor on their garments. Like knights picking up their lances, the girls picked up their cigarette holders and fans, holding them majestically high, marching out to stun, and bedazzle their new guests with their splendor. Their sensual preparations and celebration were complete. The odds of victory against their charms were slim. They expected to have the whole party of heroes, naked and worshipping their bodies in a dark orgy, by that very evening.