Corruption of Principals

Celestia came awake in a state of tranquil bliss. The nylon sheets and ceiling fan kept her cool and comfortable despite the July humidity.

She stretched herself beneath the loose covers with a happy sigh. Three nights had now passed, and this was the first time she wasn’t confused to be waking up in the guest bed. The sirens had taken their place in the master bedroom, as was their right.

A giggle escaped. Perhaps that made it the ‘mistress’ bedroom?

The third day of her new life. A way of living she never knew she wanted, at least consciously. Mistress Adagio told her hypnosis couldn’t make her do anything she didn’t want, so she must have always wanted this. Slavery to three beautiful goddesses, hypnotized to obey their every command…

Muscles moved without thought, spreading her cramped legs. She rolled to her back to gaze up at the spinning fan. Spinning, spiraling…

Oh, yes. She wanted this.

She had been hypnotized since then, again and again. So good to be hypnotized, to be molded into a better slave.

Adagio’s voice carried through her imagination. “My good hypnotized slave going deeper and deeper into brainwashed obedience.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Celestia murmured. Her fingers slipped into her sleep shorts and deeper, pressing slickly into her shaved folds. “I am your brainwashed slave. I will do as you command.”

She pumped slowly, enjoying the ride. Imaginary sirens tied her down. One dangled a gem before her eyes, trapping her gaze while the others teased her nipples. She was fighting the hypnosis, calling for help through a gag, yet unable to look away as the swinging gem replaced her thoughts. Her struggles grew still, and they rewarded her with soft words and kisses.

No, they punished her! Celestia grit her teeth, planting her feet on the bed to raise her crotch. The fingering grew to a frantic pace. They left her tied, forcing her to crawl like a worm through her own home. Her naked breasts scraping against the carpet, her upturned ass slapped and fingered as… as…

She cummed, gasping unsteadily as it surged around her fingers. The fantasy seized and went still, its purpose served.

She basked in it for only a few seconds before sitting up. Time for breakfast.

The uniform had become second nature. Off with the sleep clothes, on with the apron. Yogurt and fruit for Adagio, bacon and eggs for Aria, breakfast burrito for Sonata. The sirens usually got up after her, but the smell and sounds always lured them out.

Celestia was a yogurt and fruit person herself. She prepared her own bowl, but instead stood by the table to fetch drinks and condiments for her mistresses.

Adagio glanced over when she was halfway done. “Where would you like to eat, Slave?”

“Ah. Um...” Celestia flushed. “O-on the floor please, Mistress.”

“No need to be embarrassed,” Adagio said sweetly. “Go on, do it. Under the table. But first, tell me why you want to eat that way.”

Celestia looked down, speaking meekly. Despite the encouragement, it really was embarrassing to say it out loud. “Because that’s where a good slave should eat, and I want to be a good slave.”

“Oh, but you are a good slave!” Adagio said, and Celestia trembled with love for her. “And you’re becoming an even better one every day. Now come, we have much to do.”

Celestia stripped off her apron with shaking fingers and a growing smile. A few pricks of new dampness cooled her as the air hit her crotch. She set her bowl on the floor, fell to her hands and knees, and began eating with bites and licks like a dog.

The Dazzlings reclined in their chairs, setting their feet upon her back as they idly planned out the day’s schedule.

Aria had many toys of her own, and honestly didn’t need any more. Still, yesterday she took Celestia out shopping and had her purchase a few well-fitted items. Why even have a slave if you don’t findom them a little?

Most were in use now. A snug outfit of black belt-like straps ensnared the principal, crisscrossing her body to highlight and reveal her sensual areas, all coming together at a silver ring encircling her navel. Matched cuffs wrapped around her ankles and wrists, now locked by a long rod parallel to each other to trap her in a kneel so low she had to strain to look up.

Instead, she looked forwards – to Adagio’s swaying gem. Hypnotized over and over, each time coached to be ever-more pliant and vulnerable, it was now the work of moments to put her under. More calming, pleasant messages of obedience and acceptance.

And something else, this time.

“Do you feel it?” Adagio breathed.

“Yes, Mistress,” Celestia blankly replied.

A firm, practiced purple hand spread her ass cheeks wide, while the other circled a firm rubber dildo gently around her exposed pink anus.

An unconscious shiver went through her body as it slowly went in. She gasped, blinking, and the progress stopped. But the gem was there, and as she fell back into trance it went–

“Deeper into your body, just as you are deeper under my control. You love it, Celestia. The pressure, the squirming helplessness, the humiliating secret you will have when you begin to wear these in public. You are hypnotized, slave. Hypnotized to be an ass-slut. You want us to train you to take it up the ass, to hold plugs and vibrators inside you, to be railed mercilessly by our dildos. You will be trained to accept larger and larger toys, and you will accept, because you are an ass-slut.”

“Eventually,” Aria grunted. “This is my smallest one and she’s still so fucking tight I can only get halfway in.”

Sonata gave her a leer. “Pretty hot, right?”

“Fuck yeah.”

Adagio snapped her fingers. Celestia blinked, her eyes coming into focus.

Her body squirmed against the invader, and she moaned.

Adagio cupped her chin in a hand. “Any pain, Slave?”

“Yes.” Celestia’s voice strained. “But it’s just pressure. Don’t take it out, please.”

“Why not?” Adagio said with mock sympathy.

Celestia’s mind had become well-trained to accept its lessons. “Because I love it, Mistress. I am an ass-slut. I want to be tied, humiliated, forced to take it.”

Adagio smiled goadingly. “Because…?”

“Because Mistress commands it.”

“No, dearie, because you love it.” Adagio sighed and held up the gem. “You are an ass-slut. This is who you are. Let’s reinforce that a little. Watch the pretty gem… watch it go back and forth… baaaack and forth…”

Fingers snapped, and Celestia came-to again.

She couldn’t see. A black leather gimp hood enveloped her head, locked in place by a collar around her neck. Nothing was exposed but her nose and a mouth forced open by a dull ring behind her teeth.

Aria stood before her, naked herself save for a strap-on dildo. She brushed it lightly to Celestia’s lips.

New commands echoed in Celestia’s mind. Bondage-slave. Gimp. Whore. Holes to be fucked while tied, restrained, totally helpless to the sirens’ cruel whims.

She loved it.

Celestia leaned into the dildo, but still locked into her kneel she only advanced an inch. She mewled with need, stretching her tongue to lap at the tip and invite it inwards.

“Say please,” Aria growled with a grin.

“Haeeegh.”

“Close enough. Now take it easy. Relax the throat…”

Wearing her own strap-on, Sonata slid into her from behind. Celestia’s wet pussy welcomed it easily, though with her limbs tied it scarcely mattered. Her upturned ass jiggled as Sonata began to pump, jerking her head forward and back along Aria’s dildo. Slowly and evenly at first, then when she grew used to it they picked up the pace.

Celestia came awake laughing, her bright voice cracking desperately as though it had been held in til she could hold it no more. She reclined naked on the couch, with wrists bound behind her back and ankles cuffed with a second, tiny cuff for her big toes. Her helpless feet sat on Sonata’s lap, with long nails scribbling on their soles.

A gem was still in view, and Adagio’s voice tutted behind it.

“No, bad slave. A good slave can be tickled without breaking out of hypnosis.”

The aching wetness in her crotch helped Celestia remember. She was a tickle-slut. She loved to be helpless and squirming, driven to insane laughter as her mistresses helped themselves to her body. Mistress Sonata loved her ticklish feet, and the recollection gave her a fresh wave of determination.

“I’m sorry, Mistress,” she gasped. “Let me keep trying.”

“That’s what we like to hear,” Adagio murmured as the gem began to sway. “Work hard to be the best slave you possibly can.”

It took more tries and repeated commands, but they did it. Sonata stared lovingly at the soles – pink and soft, scrunching in all the right ways as they squirmed. Helpless physical instinct drove Celestia’s struggles, stretching and waving her bound feet from the endless tickles. Turning her giggles to frenzied laughter all as her blank eyes remained fixed upon the gem and their commands entered her hypnotized mind.

“Ten times more ticklish.”

“A hundred times more ticklish.”

“A thousand times HORNIER.”

They snapped her awake to hell and pleasure. She howled, begged, screamed, orgasmed over and over. They untied and released her, but Celestia wasn’t done. Burning with submissive need from head to toe, she fingered herself with one hand and seized her own foot with the other, holding and licking it and relishing the electric sensation on tongue and sole.

A depraved, brainwashed slave. The sirens cooed and mocked her as they stood around. Sticky moisture hit her head. Celestia never looked up, but her addled mind realized they were masturbating over her.

She aroused them. She felt so proud.

“Such a good slave… such a deeply hypnotized, obedient slave…”

Celestia knelt on her hands and knees, her naked chest flat to the floor and ceiling. A tray of grapes with a glass of wine rested on her back, idly sampled by Adagio as she laid nude on the couch. The siren wore a pair of silver glasses and read her book while murmuring the happy words. When not turning a page, her free hand would drift to Celestia – playing with her hair, stroking her cheek. Wetness shined on Celestia’s legs where cum had dribbled down.

Adagio glanced now and then to her slave, giving a few deep breaths as pressure built in her own nethers. That look, that expression – the purple eyes upon Adagio with such slavish devotion, in perfect and total heaven at Adagio’s merest touch and the chance for even the most degrading of service.

Sonata gave an obnoxious yawn, eyes on her handheld game. “You are SO boring.”

“I think it’s you two who are boring,” Adagio parried, smiling as she sipped her wine. “Humans have clubs for what you do to her, but only we can so totally break and enslave her will. Learn to savor the mental aspect of things, it’ll make the physical part much more satisfying.”

“My physical part is one-hundred percent satisfying,” Aria said. “You just don’t have much imagination.”

“Said the siren who feels the need to tie up a willing victim for no reason.”

“There is a reason.” Aria slurped from her soda can. “It’s hot. You think I couldn’t tell that you were into it?”

Adagio hummed a few bars. “You got me there, but forgive your elder sister for being a little more refined in her tastes. I’m not against the physical. Speaking of which...”

She rolled to a seated position and shot them a wink. “Feel free to watch. Now, Slave: get rid of the tray, return, and kneel before me.”

Celestia complied, naked save for the gimp suit Aria had bought. When she knelt down, Adagio parted her legs to leave nothing to the imagination.

“Gaze upon me, Slave.”

Celestia’s beautiful, wonderful goddess. The full naked breasts and fat brown nipples, the smooth legs, the inviting pussy. The evil smile – the cruel, brainwashing mistress who had seized advantage of Celestia’s naivety and converted her into a hypnotized slut.

Celestia loved her. Even the sight of her glorious nudity placed Celestia half into a trance, her perception and knowledge darkening until there was nothing but Adagio. Celestia’s happy smile hung open, her tongue lolling to the side as she panted with fresh and burning need.

Adagio let her dangle there for one minute, five.

Then came the reward. “Lick, Slave.”

The days turned to a blur. A better slave with each one past.

“Take it, Slave!” Aria screamed, her strap-on wedged into Celestia’s ass.

“Yes, Mistress!”

Her grin was wild even as Aria tugged her leash. Celestia the ass-slut. Celestia the helpless little whore.

Aria moved around to the front, put on Celestia’s hood and gag. A new strap-on was used, so wide Celestia couldn’t even raise her tongue.

Something dusted her upturned feet. Itching powder, Mistress Sonata’s cruel new toy. A hairbrush scratched it maddeningly into her soles. Celestia howled around the rubber cock. Tears ran, no mercy came. Her toes were cuffed down to stop their wiggling. She loved it so much. Celestia the tickle-gimp, the sex toy.

That evening they tied her spread-eagle on her own bed and teased her though the night, never once permitting her to cum. Kisses on her cheeks and breasts, leaving lipstick traces mingling with sweat. Feathers endlessly stroking her pussy, the sirens laughing as she moaned and begged. She thanked them whenever she found the breath. It was so wonderful.

And then she was kneeling by the couch, whispering in Luna’s ear. “Everything is fine, sister. Remember, I’m here watching over you. You’re perfectly safe.”

Luna said nothing. She stared slack-jawed at the red gem dangling before her eyes.

And then there were two. Tied, kneeling, taking strap-ons from behind as their gagged mouths begged for more. Then they were piled on the floor, kissing desperately as the sirens egged them on. Licking each other’s anus, eating their pussies, drowning in lustful incest at the sirens’ command, deeper and deeper with every day that came.

Until September arrived, and the first day of school began.