Mistresses of the World of Ruin

Locke opened his eyes and lifted his head, raising his knuckles to rub his groggy demeanor off. Celes did likewise, as they both looked around, the trickling sap that molassed their minds slowly, slowly evaporating.

“Wh… wh…” Locke stammered. Then he looked to the side, seeing Celes in her negligee, and forward to see the three voluptuous maidens, looking on with smirks, the Dahling licking her lips slowly, her tongue licking off lips that, by the tingling on his cheek, probably met him recently. He was frozen in horror at where the two were, now, in his peripheral vision keeping a tab on Terra. But part of him tingled in a forbidden sensation, knowing that these women wanted one thing and that one thing was going to feel very good. Pleasure is the heart of temptation. These maidens thrived off of offering a beauty and a companionship that gave an immediate sensation far greater than the long-term, often arduous goal of completing a journey or fulfilling one’s duties. And, when heroes didn’t agree with that immediate sensation, they used their charms to create it. That way, there was always a void for the temptresses to fill.

Locke knew that they must have given in partway, or at least succumbed to the kisses of Terra- that was it. They were hypnotized by the dust, and who knew what they did to them… apparently removed their equipment, he saw, looking down. Crap. That made things 100 times more complicated. And the fact that they gave in partway already would mean it would be significantly harder now to resist, since they had already taken one bite of the forbidden fruit. He feared deep down that it was too late- that after they had indulged him in a sample, as they probably just did, he would have a craving of another taste of the seductresses. And the tingling of his body told him just that.

“C… Celes?” he stammered, “We’ll fight… no matter what.”

“Yes. We’ll fight. We don’t need our weapons. We have our Espers… my magic, your thievery!”

There was a sense of hopelessness in their words. They had been defeated once already. The Barb-E, Madam, and Dahling proved that they could enthrall them. What would stop it from happening again? Locke washed away those doubts with a bit of humor.

“Of course. I’ll steal weapons!”

Celes laughed, “Or you could steal their cigarette holder and give it to me. I’ll burn them with the smoldering tip!”

Locke paused for a moment as her joke made his dream flash again in his mind. The dream where she was one of them, seducing him. The dream he was having, cumming to for the last few nights.

“Yeah… let’s go!”

The two raised their fists. With no equipment, they were still resolved to fight. Barb-E chuckled, “Such optimism, I find it darling, actually. But speaking of Dahling, I think you’re talking waaaayyy too much for a first date. Dahling, please… show them some manners.”

“Certainly, lovely,” said Dahling, as she chanted “Slap” and ran to Celes and slapped her across the cheek violently. It didn’t hurt her too much- she had endured much worse abuse in the confines of South Figaro when Locke first met her. However, she faced Locke, and realized… she couldn’t speak.

That was terrible, because it meant she couldn’t use magic either! And worse, they had taken all their items! So she didn’t have any Echo Screens to use. This was bad. Very bad.

Locke, helpless, said, “Celes!” but realized she couldn’t respond. So he jumped forward and punched the Dahling in the face. It felt good to get revenge against these seductresses. But a part of him felt guilty for marring something so beautiful. The thud landed, but left no bruising, no anything- keep in mind that comparatively, these delicate seductresses are also quite strong and have amazing fortitude.

“Tsk, tsk,” said the Barb-E, as she chanted “Love Token.” A stream of hearts enveloped Locke. He saw red blossoms in his eyes as his vision turned slightly pink. He mustered all the strength in his mind to resist whatever spell was being cast. But then the Barb-E said “Protect Me,” to which he responded and registered in his mind.

Celes jumped forward to smack the Barb-E for this, and Locke, on instinct, losing control of his body, jumped in her way to shield her. Celes hit Locke pretty hard and knocked him a few feet away. She tried to say “Sorry” but her lips couldn’t move.

And then, the Dahling slapped Locke. So he couldn’t speak either. Madam stood and watched triumphantly as Locke attempted to hit Barb-E. That was silly- he just punched himself in the face as Madam laughed at him. This was rather humiliating. Barb-E cast the same on Celes, who was planning to attack Dahling. For some reason, the Love Token spell applied to the whole enemy party, so Celes just ended up punching herself in the face whenever she tried to attack either of them. Eventually, the two stopped attacking. They were sitting ducks. There was nothing they could do under the Love Token spells, so they fell to their knees, panting, but not speaking.

All three stood, laughing gloatingly. Celes was so humiliated. They teased her, “Such a useless girl! You tried to fight, and you still couldn’t!” The Madam pointed a finger at her. This was so humiliating for Celes. She was always a strong fighter- always a heroine, and now she was at the mercy of these seductresses, stripped completely of her armor and her dignity.

She didn’t know what to do, besides hold her head down and try to block out the laughter. This was too much. She needed to think… combat failed. At least now, she and Locke needed to fight off their spell. Somehow.