Mistresses of the World of Ruin

That was going to prove rather difficult. The Madam took out her fan. She raised the folded slits before her eyes as she clicked her heels closer to them, within about 4 feet. They were all on the soft carpet in front of the throne, with Terra moaning, asleep in reverie off to the side. “Watch the fan,” she instructed.

Celes and Locke, of course, knew better. They knew this was part of her spell, and weren’t about to listen. Defiantly, they moved their heads down and stared at the floor. Locke would rather count the threads on the rug as long as he could before becoming slaves to these deceptive temptresses.

Unfortunately, Dahling and Barb-E knew better as well. They slowly, gracefully approached the sides of Locke and Celes, respectively. Clicking off their voluptuously shiny heels of their colors, the two maidens in red and gold sat comfortably next to each of their companions, making sure the slits of their long, elegant dresses folded to reveal the bands of their silky hosiery, the milky, smooth flesh of their thighs, and the tips of their lace panties. Scooting intimately close to them, they extended their gloved hands around the heroes, gently moving the tips of their chins upward to correct their posture and face Madam properly.

Locke and Celes were still defiant, but the mistresses’ touches were inviting and calming. Almost subconsciously they moved, though knowing that this was likely a trap and designed to cloud their minds, like good heroes the two closed their eyes. “Watch the fan,” the Madam commanded once more. In their minds, the answer was still, “No.”

Barb-E massaged Celes’ face and neck, and whispered sensually in her ear, “Open your eyes, love, open your eyes and watch the wonderful fan show.” Celes squirmed as she planted a kiss, but she couldn’t fight back lest hurting herself due to the Love Token . “Watch the show… see, Locke is already mesmerized, he loves it.”

“What?” she thought, “That jerk, he wasn’t supposed to…“ She opened her eyes and glanced at Locke. His eyes were still shut. Uh-oh. She fell into a trap and opened her eyes on accident, and now, in her peripheral vision, Madam flicked open the glittery, shimmering… ornate… fascinating… oh… so… beautiful… fan. Hooked.

Barb-E giggled, continuing to stroke her in reward. Locke wanted to know what the commotion was. Why did she giggle? Was it to psyche him out? Was Celes in trouble? What didn’t register consciously was the fact that a part of him wanted to see Celes in a submissive, sexual state- just like in the fantasies. But he hadn’t acknowledged that- yet. He opened his eyes to see, seeing the mesmerized Celes staring at, what could she be staring at, wait- don’t loo- too late. Mmmmmm, what a lovely fan. Hooked.

“That’s much better,” said Madam proudly as her maidens continued to slowly caress and relax the two heroes. They were still thinking, but couldn’t pry their minds away to shut their eyes. The most they could do was keep them half open. Their bodies would not let them do more, no matter how hard they tried.

The Madam began to wave around the fan slowly. It was gray, rimmed with bright yellow, with an ornate design of an Asian dragon carved into it. The yellow border reflected the dull light of the room and glistened, with several gems that were studded inside. The piece was ancient- it seemed like it had been used for this ritual many times, and with the elegant ease by which Madam flicked her wrist and danced in the air with it, it seemed almost like another appendage of her voluptuous toned body and confident, elegant demeanor.

“I want to tell you a story, my dear Celes and Locke. I hope you will follow along, as this is a story of a dragon, and visualizing the dragon will help you understand sooo much better.”

Dragon. Story. Right. Who did she think they were?

The air was heavy with the womanly, sophisticated perfume by the women that held them, stroking them slowly and constantly like two harps- harps, that, hopefully soon enough if they had their way, would be singing songs of worship for their captors. They tried to hold their ground as Madam began the story, wisping the fan hypnotically as she spoke every sentence.

“It begins in a small village, with a so-called hero. The hero was very popular, and wanted to save the villagers from the evil dragon. Look at the dragon…”

They took a glance at the fan as she wisped it around. No, they shouldn’t look. They could still think- this was ok, they weren’t gone or mesmerized. She continued, smiling,

“The hero went to stop the dragon. He went to the dragon’s cave. But when he got there, he tried to kill the dragon. Isn’t it a nice dragon?”

Very beautiful. Go on with the story, they thought. The dragon glimmered, and writhed as she continued to twirl the fan around… it was almost alive. They were very comfortable, though. The massages behind them were very relaxing, and they almost forgot about them- they had to consciously remind themselves that these were bad girls and they were not allowed to enjoy their touches.

“It’s a lovely dragon because the dragon was lovely. The dragon was good- the hero had deceived the townspeople into thinking they needed to be saved. But the dragon was the real hero. His smoke kept the evil ravens away. He protected the innocent townsfolk. He was the real good. The hero was wrong. The hero was evil, and his quest was pointless. He just deceived the villagers and made things worse.”

Madam took out her long cigarette holder, inserted one of the freshly made Rafflesia cigarettes, and lit it, taking a deep puff. The minds of the heroes were getting very cloudy. Barb-E and Dahling continued to stroke the two, fiendish grins growing on their faces. The best part was approaching.

“But the dragon’s breath- the smoke, was very pleasant. The hero didn’t want the town to experience its pleasure. Instead, he wanted to take the credit for defeating the dragon himself, and become the king. Is that what a good hero does? No…”

She brought her palm to her lips and blew, using the fan to waft the tendrils of smoke in their direction. This was odd- her story was so simple and inane, yet they began to find it… interesting. No doubt it was her spell. But moment by moment that was becoming less clear, too.

“I can make this story come to life.” They watched the dragon on the fan as they breathed the smoke, imagining her words and becoming more and more glued to the story. “This is what the hero wanted the villagers to avoid. Isn’t this utterly… preposterous?”

They inhaled. The smoke was sweet. She breathed out once more on them, the mind-numbing pink smoke of the Rafflesias that had entranced them just days before, waving the fan and holder hypnotically.

“Isn’t it… silly?”

Barb-E whispered in Celes ear, “Breathe,” as they inhaled once more. Yes, it did seem a bit silly. It was nice. The maidens stroked them deeper. Subconsciously, this was training their minds that submission meant rewards from the wonderful mistresses.

Madam put down the cigarette holder and brought up her fan. “Now, I just want you to gaze upon my fan, my loves. This dragon tells a theme, but you need to stare at every detail, analyze every aspect and memorize it to fully understand… and be good students of the story.”

That sounded fair. Gee, they were getting off easy- they didn’t have to become slaves or anything.

“First, gaze at the fan. The lovely, lovely fan. Let it mesmerize you, entrance you. Mesmerize you. Gaze at the dragon, the lovely folds, and the writhing. This story has a theme, a wonderful theme. A theme lies in the lovely folds, the writhing of the dragon, in this fan… lies a theme. The theme is this- sometimes good is deceptive. Sometimes good lies,” she waved around her fan some more, “Sometimes who you think is a hero… isn’t a hero at all, and who you think is an evil dragon, is really, really good.”

That made sense. They could think of times that was true.

“In this case, the best thing was for the villagers to offer themselves to the dragon. The hero had deceived them, and tried to fight the dragon. They should have just given themselves and allowed themselves to be absorbed by the fragrant smoke, wouldn’t you agree? After all, it gave them joy, and the hero said not to, but the hero was wrong in so many ways, wasn’t he?”

The hero was wrong in this case. They nodded, as their captors caressed them to a point of pure relaxation. The massage, hypnotic fan, and smoke, coupled with her mesmerizing voice, were proving to be too much. It was ok to lower their defenses. They weren’t trying to enslave them. This was just a story. A nice, innocent story.

“Sometimes heroes just have it wrong from the beginning. In the story, the hero thought that his actions would help the villagers. But in fact, they were only hurting them. The hero was bad for the villagers. He was bad for the world. He was never helping. He was a nuisance. He was the real villain.”

She continued, smiling as they followed the waving fan almost every inch it went in the air. She made sure to lock her penetrating eyes, and smirked to her sisters who gently massaged their shoulders, temples, necks, and cheeks, rubbing their hands all over every pore of their faces in the most loving way. So nice. So hard to think.

“Usually, heroes are like this. They do not see the negative effects of their actions. Sometimes, they cause more harm by trying.”

More loving touches. More fan twirling. No more conscious thoughts… just… twirling.

“Sometimes, heroes are pointless. Look at the world now. The world is worse because of heroes.”

That was true. If heroes hadn’t tried to stop Kefka, the statues would have never been moved. If they had never been to the Floating Continent, the world would be fine.

“But, in the real world, sometimes the dragons will forgive the heroes, and let them bask in the smoke with everyone else. Sometimes the dragons are that wonderful…”

That would be wonderful. She continued to wave the fan around, her entrancement almost complete. Madam could take her time now, letting them drink in her beautiful blue dress and piercing eyes.

“Do you see the moral of this story? I’m going to remove your silence, so you can respond, my loves…”

“Yes…” both Locke and Celes droned.

“Do you want to know why I told you that story?”

“Yes…” the others continued to stroke them.

“Because you are examples of these heroes. Your quest has been useless. But you don’t want to be useless, do you?”

“No…” they stammered.

“Good. Why did you come here?”

“To.. to… stop you,” said Locke, trying to regain control of his fuzzy mind. But every time Dahling ran her loving crimson gloves on him, it scrambled his thoughts more and more. It felt so good to lower his defenses… but, he couldn’t. He just… couldn’t.

“But is there really a need to do that? What are we doing wrong? We’ve been sooo nice to you.”

The why. That was the tough part. That was what Locke was trying to remember.

“Because there is no reason, we’re perfect,” continued Madam, “You need to stop being foolish. We are like the dragons. We are offering you something wonderful.”

It was quite nice. The touches were caring. The accommodations were exquisite. Celes purred slightly.

Madam stepped closer. Defeat was imminent. But the necessary triggers weren’t firing in their minds. She cupped their chins.

“In each of the girls beside you, you have a loving, life companion, your own dragon who you should join, instead of fight. They care about you sooo… much. And they will happily give you as much wonderful smoke as you would like, and forgive you for doing what you’ve done to this world.”

Celes turned to face Barb-E. The girl’s eyes were so loving, and caring as she tilted her cheek and caressed her more. “I’ll take care of you… I’ll protect you,” she whispered as they locked gazes, “I understand you.” Celes was transfixed. Locke, in turn, watched the Dahling, the same one that had deceived Edgar just days before. “We’ll have so much fun together… I’ll let you play with me… I’ll fulfill your every fantasy.” And here, her research seemed to pay off, “And I love treasure hunting… I’ll let you keep everything, though, darling.” This grabbed his fancy. Yet still, something wasn’t right.

Madam continued with her final commands, “Now kiss, my lovelies, and let us bring a happy ending to this story- an ending where these happy couples can live happily ever after… a true ending…”

Barb-E and Dahling puckered and leaned in for the sealing kiss. Celes was ready to become Barb-E’s forever.

“And maybe join Terra at the Fanatic’s Tower…”

And then, Locke remembered Terra. He turned and saw Terra in the corner. He remembered the seduction of the pollen, the dream of Cyan, and what happened with the Rafflesias and Chadarnook. He remembered the battles, the years of training. No. His last ounce of strength kicked in. It wasn’t going to end here. Not like this! He could do something. Just because they failed once, twice, ok- he wasn’t going to count, didn’t mean he was going to fail now! Dahling moved her hand to turn his face back to her as she closed her eyes and pursed her lips, brushing aside a bang of hair on her forehead as she was ready for their final moment of delight together, to finally complete the spell.

But he knew better than that. He pushed the Dahling and her gloves away as Madam looked on in shock. With the little strength remaining, he stood up, and yelled “NO!!!” at Celes, who was a centimeter away from Barb-E’s eternally snaring lips, so close that she could smell the sweet perfume of the hypnotic Rafflesia off Barb-E’s lips. This jolted the two apart for the time Locke needed to sweep Celes away. Apparently the Love Token had worn off, since he wasn’t punching himself just yet. Perhaps they had officially left combat.

He grabbed the dazed Celes and said, “Let’s get out of here!” Celes couldn’t even respond, but was so open to suggestion that she was going to follow whoever decided to lead her, so she grabbed the hand of the only male in the room and followed him to safety. They dashed for the chamber doors as Madam shrieked, “Get them! Don’t let them escape without a goodbye kiss!” Of course, there was inherent irony there- a goodbye kiss was meant to make them stay.