Mistresses of the World of Ruin

Locke ran his hands up and down the pantyhose of the lovely maiden. She flicked her legs lazily and moaned as he worshipped with his eyes closed, planting submissive kisses over the sheer fabric. With each kiss, some of the potent sweet dust that coated the nylons rubbed off to make his lips a powdery tan- but Locke just licked this off as soon as he could.

The woman played with his dirk in her arms. “Such a lovely weapon,” she thought. Too bad he wouldn’t be needing it anymore. She kept playing with it like a trinket, bringing her hand every so often to her lips to breathe a “Love Token,” on him, enveloping the hero in a barrage of hearts. So pointless, yet so lovely. It was a wonderful way for evil to gloat over her prize. With each Token, Locke sighed more and kissed more furiously, losing himself more and more…

“Are you ready to give up your little journey?” Locke raised his eyes to see, off to the side, Terra and a Barb-e in a heated embrace. In his empirical vision, the rest of his friends, too, were engaged in similar acts of lust and passion with the monster girls. It made him so hard. Trembling hard.

“Yes,” breathed Locke.

“Very good,” the maiden giggled. He looked up at her.

This maiden was not like any he had seen before. Her gowns were pure white- and when he looked at her face, he realized… this maiden wasn’t like the others. She blew him a kiss as she reached down with her other gloved hand to slowly trace one finger along his quivering member. Then his dream state put two and two together and realized who this was. It was Celes.

The touch became intimate. The touch became real- and upon realizing who was stroking him, he exploded in a violent climax, giving himself to her completely.


Locke startled up, his penis throbbing under the covers as beads of sweat trickled down his face. He quickly withdrew his semen-soaked hand. The rest of the party was fast asleep as he became giddy with the realization that his orgasm was real- the white bursts of cum with every submission to that beautiful, sinful fantasy, of Celes being evil… now coating, spreading through the sleeping bag.

But the object of his dreams stirred several feet away. Groggily, Celes awoke and took a long look at him.

“Is everything ok, Locke?” Celes asked. Though Locke was tied up in his sleeping bag, she saw the large wet spot in the covers and the tent of his hard-on. He tried to cover it up nonchalantly, but there was nothing he could do as his embarrassing secret was revealed. Hopefully she would never find out that the fantasies were about her- yet alone, that they were so dark and forbidden.

But his fears were alleviated as she fell down, asleep, almost as quickly as she got up. “Phew,” he thought, as he began to brush up and clean himself up, reaching for a new pair of undershorts from his nearby pack. While he changed underneath the covers, he started thinking. This wasn’t the first time he had had that dream. It was the first time he ever came in his sleep from the dream, though.

What could it mean?


A day passed. They had made it to Doma Castle. They pried through the doors- nothing too eventful. This was where the maidens were, where Cyan was. Something was meant to happen. But eventually, they had found Cyan, and that brings us to the present.


(after this, the breaks will refer to shifts from dream world to reality) He woke up again, this time in the warm bedroom in Doma Castle. Terra stood watch as Celes lay fast asleep next to Cyan. She looked questioningly at Locke.

“What happened, Locke?” Terra was blushing. Then Locke realized why she was blushing. He felt… oh no.

“I.. I don’t know,” he said, looking down at his right hand, grasping his hard member underneath the spot of wet on the covers. He quickly took it away. Smooth. He was still trying to regain his composure… it was the same dream again.

Terra turned redder, trying not to draw attention to this, but addressed the more serious issue, “I take it you didn’t find Cyan in your dreams? We’ve been trying to rouse him for the last several hours, and it hasn’t worked.”

“No… no, I don’t know why,” admitted Locke. Instead, he had dreamt about Celes. Always the same dream, climaxing right when he sees her face, blowing that sensual kiss. He felt so dirty, with her being right there. Opting to change the subject to save awkwardness- the Rafflesia incident was awkward enough, he continued, “Thanks Terra… thanks for staying awake to keep watch over us.”

“It’s no problem… why don’t you go back to sleep and try to catch up with Celes? She must have entered Cyan’s dream world by now, if the villagers we spoke to were telling the truth. Then we’ll be able to wake him up and help him. Then get him to join us.”

“…alright,” mumbled Locke. Sleep would be a great way to save himself embarrassment, and hopefully now that he was spent he wouldn’t cum again.


He materialized in the dream world in a large labyrinth in the air, where he saw, from a distance, Celes chasing Cyan. “Hello!” he yelled- but it was no use. She was too far. She looked like she had found him. This was good. They were making progress. It was only a matter of time before Celes would get to the bottom of this and be able to help Cyan… now, he had to make contact with her to help. But where he materialized was a dead end in the air, just a lone platform. This would do him no good. He tried to rouse himself awake…


Where had Terra gone? Celes and Cyan were still sound asleep.

“Terra?” yelled Locke. He heard the voice echo through the halls. He waited a few moments. No answer.

He waited longer. “Terra?” he asked again. Still nothing.

It was a good thing he got up. At this point, he couldn’t go and look for Terra, he had to stay watch over Celes and Cyan- just in case. Otherwise they would be sitting ducks. It wasn’t the best choice, but it was the fairest. So he planted himself and began twiddling his thumbs, still thinking about that same dream. He hoped Celes would pull through.


Back in the dream world, at last, Celes could attempt to get some answers, and make Locke’s hopes come true. She had chased Cyan for almost an hour around this maze and finally caught up with him within his own dream at a dead end. She stood before a Cyan that seemed to be acting a bit…strange. He didn’t seem to recognize her.

“What’s the matter with you?” implored the heroine.

”Coco can answer any questions you have, girl,” replied a pink-eyed Cyan.

“You keep saying Coco… Coco…” asked Celes, confused.

“Yes…” stammered Cyan.

“Well?” she asked, putting her hands on her hips.

“Coco, is my mistress,” mumbled Cyan, like a zombie, his head hung low.

“What the…?”

“Here, let her answer…” mumbled Cyan, like a zombie, his head hung low.

“Yes, Celes…” said another voice, giggling evilly, “How can I help you become more comfortable in my realm?”

A sexy maiden materialized behind Cyan. She had a long golden dress, golden opera gloves, shimmering pantyhose, detailed shiny heels, fiercely sexy makeup, and a wide, ornate fan. She wrapped her arms around him and pecked him on the cheek.

Celes drew her sword in horror.

“That’s a Barb-e! She’s a monster!” cried Celes, beginning to recognize a trend of recent troubles among the male party members and these elegant seductresses.

Cyan gave no response. Celes was about to charge at her, but Cyan took a defensive posture in front of the seductress the moment she raised her sword. This wasn’t going to work. The pink glimmer of his eyes didn’t leave much hope that the old Cyan was still there.

Slowly stroking Cyan’s cheek, the Barb-e declared, “If you want to have any chance of getting Cyan back, come to the throne room of Doma. I’ll be waiting.”

She then giggled as the two vanished.

Celes still tried to piece together what had just happened- it moved so fast… first, she was chasing Cyan, and then suddenly a maiden came that apparently brainwashed him. This wasn’t good. She needed to talk with Locke and Terra, FAST.


Celes woke up, back in the real world.

“Where is Terra?”

“I asked the same question, Celes. How did the dream go?”

“Horribly. Cyan’s been brainwashed.”

“!!!!” Locke was speechless, “How?”

“By a Barb-e. She has him deep under her thrall… it doesn’t look good. And she invited us to the throne room where apparently she’s hiding.”

“I don’t like the sound of this… what else happened?”

“That was pretty much it. Cyan wasn’t responsive. His eyes were pink. It was almost like…”

“The Rafflesias?”

“Exactly. Argh, I don’t even want to remember. It’s terrible that our minds are susceptible like this… we need to stay on guard and watch each other’s backs.”

“Can do. I have yours, always, Celes.”

“Thanks Locke, and as I you. But what of Terra now? Is she gone?”

“I haven’t seen her- I stayed here to protect you.”

“Thanks again… but… what of her? I have a really bad feeling, Locke.”

“Me too. First Cyan, then the Barb-e, then Terra disappearing. This place is starting to creep me out. We need to stick together.”

“Agreed. As long as we watch each other we should be fine. Shall we go to the throne room?”

“I’m ready to kick some ass.”

“Oh Locke.”

The two stood up and walked out the door, leaving the slumbering, brainwashed husk of Cyan and Locke’s stained sheets behind. They traveled down a long, torch-lit hallway with several paintings of ancient Doma upper classmen. The kingdom had a much richer history than they had anticipated. After rounding another corner, Locke asked,

“Do you think we’ll make it out alright?”

“Of course we will,” Celes replied, “We can’t let a couple of girls do us over!”

“I like your spirit.”

“And…”

“Yeah?”

“I think Cyan may still have a chance. I could sense it in him.”

“I sure hope so.”

They rounded another corner to come to the main corridor. Locke brandished his dirk and Celes her runic blade.

“This could get ugly fast,” said Locke, as they approached the heavy oaken doors. They opened the doors to see a grand throne room with two thrones at the tip of a magnificent red carpet. The throne, of course, were empty. Large tapestries lined the walls, and elegant embroidery was intact after the years.

To their surprise, there were no maidens, no traps. Only a struggling figure in the middle of the room, covered by some sheer material. They looked and it… it was familiar…

“What is that? I don’t see anything else!” exclaimed Locke.

“Me neither… but let’s be careful…”

“It looks like its in pain!”

The two of them ran to the figure. It was a cocoon of some sort, writhing on the ground. As their greaves clicked closer and closer, it looked like this figure had been completely mummified in sheer nylon material! She was struggling as if in part discomfort, part sheer pleasure as she wobbled to and fro on the warm palatial ground.

Through the fabric, they looked, and saw that it was Terra, except her eyes were closed, perhaps in rapture.

“Terra! Terra, are you ok?” asked Celes.

“Mmmm… oooohhh,” moaned Terra in rapture, struggling against the nylon.

“Maybe this is a trap, Celes,” said Locke, looking around the room, awaiting an ambush.

“But how do we get her out? Maybe cut it?”

They looked down at Terra who was struggling back and forth. The nylon was thin yet seemed durable, and it hugged her tightly, moving the contours of her body. It wasn’t terribly sheer either- they couldn’t tell too much that it was Terra, save the occasional stretching along her face.

Locke continued to remain on guard. Something wasn’t right.

Celes said, “Here, let’s help her,” and proceeded to hold Terra down, motioning Locke to start cutting, “We won’t get anywhere if she’s rocking back and forth like this.”

“Ooooh mmmmmmm Ooooooooooooh,” moaned Terra, louder.

“Just relax, Terra, we’ll get you out soon,” assured Celes, as Locke brought his dirk near.

“Yes, relllaaaaaaaaaaaaaxxxx….” moaned Terra within the cocoon. She was somewhat responsive. She then brought her hand between her legs and began masturbating herself. They realized that underneath the cocoon, she was completely naked.

“That’s… not what I meant…” mumbled Celes, pushing her hand down on her shoulder to keep her in place, “What do you think they did with her equipment?”

“We’ll find out,” Locke said, attempting to make the careful cut near Terra’s armpit where some of the fabric was loose. But he paused, looking puzzled at Celes.

“Celes?”

The heroine had shifted her hand and rubbed the nylons a bit, and was now looking a bit dazed, running her palm up and down Terra’s shoulder.

“Snap out of it!”

“Huh… oh! Sorry…”

Needless to say, these were the same wonderful nylons that coated the legs of the Madams, Barb-e’s, Vilias, and all the beautiful maidens. One touch made somebody want more… and more, and the hypnotic dust on them guaranteed quick enslavement.

“Keep it together,” commanded Locke, as he brought the dirk down once more. But then, he was interrupted again, this time by Terra. She began to stir, much more violently than before, shaking as she touched herself. Celes tried to bring her hand to swat away her masturbation, but Terra simply hissed and fucked herself harder, moaning,

“Oh, oh oh oh ooooh AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” as her hips began to violently thrust forward as she began to climax. Terra screamed with such intensity, such fervor throughout the orgasm that Celes became a bit wet and Locke only looked down… everything hitting them was so sexual… what could this mean?

The two heroes backed up to give her a chance to rest. But shortly after the climax was done, they began to hear… laughing. Terra began to laugh evilly, haughtily,

“Haahahahahaha…. Hahahahahahhahaa!”

That couldn’t be good. Celes and Locke looked on, puzzled. Terra continued to laugh, then said, “Thank you, Coco, my love…”

“Oh no! Terra!” cried Celes.

The enslaved, cocooned Terra brought her palms to her lips, kissed them, and blew. Celes and Locke held their breaths. They could fight this- tendrils of sparkling powder, bubbles, and pink smoke rippled soothingly from fingers that just penetrated the heroine’s pussy. They glided and teased the cheeks and noses of the heroes. But they stood firm and held their breath.

Longer, longer. 15 seconds, 30 seconds. This was getting difficult. Then, they finally had to breathe. Deeply, long, and they inhaled everything.

“Hahahahahahahahaha…”

“No…”

“Celes, keep a hold of… ooooh…”

“Is this it, Locke?”

“Never… nn never…”

And then, Terra’s nylon cocoon emitted a plume of a sparkling powder in an explosion that enveloped Locke and Celes.

“Ughhh…”

The explosion disappated as Terra blew a kiss.

They inhaled deeply, helplessly, their eyes fading closed, their last glimpse their former teammate writhing sexily before them. They then slumped to the ground.

“Our little half-esper,” giggled a sexy, melodic voice.

“Has done her job… perfectly well,” giggled another.

“She will be rewarded… once her mummification and conditioning are complete, she will be rewarded with a wonderful post as a L. 80 Magic in the Fanatic’s tower.”

“How beautiful that will be! Now, let’s tend to our new playtoys…”

“Yes… the attention we give them, the way we make them feel… will completely, completely change their minds about everything they ever believed…”