Songs and SpiralsView OnlineCorruption of PrincipalsSongs and SpiralsEven back in those glorious days when the sirens could break whole villages to their will, the hypnosis of their magic was temporary. Theirs was not a threat to raise legions of brainwashed slaves in bids for world domination, but to sow havoc or hedonism as their cruel impulse bid. When the mood or time came they simply moved on, leaving their confused dupes nursing bruises and marriages. That’s not to say they couldn’t make the effect permanent. It had just never been worth the time and effort before now. Adagio could see hints of Celestia’s returning awareness as they drove home. The body had been perfectly awake through the process, and the mind was catching up. Questions half-formed on the woman’s tongue before trailing off, and she blinked quickly and mumbled as her enchanted mind finally began to think. Yet she remained pliant. The fading spell was enough to bring them to her house, and Adagio’s eyes roved greedily as they stepped within. A piece of suburbia, small but well-ordered with lots of nice wooden furniture and a queen-sized bed. Sonata spoke for all three when Adagio let her sisters inside. “Nice place. We’ll take it.” They gossiped little further, all focused on the task at hand. Padding quietly to the living room, they found Celestia hesitating her last command. Her blazer was off, but the shirt was only half unbuttoned, and her hands had stopped their work. Adagio’s voice emerged sweetly. “Miss Celestia, are you alright?” Celestia squinted at her as though nearsighted, and her words stumbled apart from each other. “I… think so? What happened?” Adagio swept close and placed a hand on Celestia’s brow. “I think you got heatstroke or something. You fainted and had me drive you home.” The memories were a jumbled jigsaw with missing pieces. “Who are you?” “Adagio Dazzle,” she said with patient kindness. “The transferring student. These are my sisters.” The mind continued to rally. “Ah, yes. But what are you all d… doing here?” “We talked about it, remember? I told you about the skills we developed growing up, including hypnosis. We offered to hypnotize you to relieve some of the terrible stress and worry you deal with in that hot, stuffy office.” Celestia’s eyes went to the side. It was all fuzzy, but… she did remember Adagio talking about their talents, and seeming eager to show them off. Nothing wrong with that – it was good for students to be proud of themselves. And she remembered the office being so oddly hot. Perhaps she forgot to turn on the fans. And of course, she had been under pressure. Nothing more than the usual, but if it came up it seemed in-character for this young woman to offer. She remembered Adagio singing in Latin or somesuch, though that part was hazy. Perhaps she fainted then. Hazy or no, everything seemed to make sense. The responsible Adagio took responsibility, and didn’t disappoint. Celestia didn’t particularly need any kind of hypno-therapy, but there was no harm in humoring her newest students. Hypnosis wasn’t real, after all. A fancy word for guided meditation. Still, “You really don’t have to.” Celestia began buttoning up her shirt, never quite wondering why it had been half-undone. “I think I said it earlier: this isn’t a talent show and you don’t have to impress me.” “Oh, but we want to,” Adagio said, clasping her hands in a meek posture. “You were so kind to me when I told you how our father left us. Most adults just see us as prodigy orphans to be used, but you acknowledged all the hard work we put in and promised to help us break into our future!” “And we’ll hold you to that!~” Sonata cheered in a singsong voice. Aria leaned against the kitchen door with an easy smile. “Adagio couldn’t stop gushing about you. Just think of this like giving an apple to a teacher.” Celestia blushed, still dazed enough that the flattery had no filter. “Ah, alright. How does this work?” “Just lie down on the couch,” Adagio purred. “Let your body go limp as we work with you.” Celestia did so, closing her eyes as six confident hands adjusted her position. Pillows were stacked until she was more sitting than lying. Her hands were folded onto her stomach with the elbows supported on the sofa cushion. A pillow beneath the knees kept her legs in a natural pose. It was all quite comfortable. She opened her eyes to find Adagio had pulled a chair close, but not too close. Adagio reached behind her neck and unclasped the necklace as the other two began to sing. The words were familiar, but foreign. Both sang quietly, Sonata high and Aria low. Their lyrics danced around each other in strange, spiraling cadence, somehow in perfect harmony despite the confusion they evoked. Flecks of green magic danced in the air, flickering upon the white of their grins. Not a direct enchantment this time. The words were too low, and the magic of the younger sirens was too weak. Just enough to give a pleasant tipsiness to Celestia’s mind. To render her drowsy and suggestible, vulnerable to what came next. Her muffled instincts gave no warning, leaving her mind to assume this was simply part of the act. Something fell into view – Adagio’s perfect red gem, held by the ends of its necklace like a pendant. Slowly, it began to sway. Back and forth. Back and forth. “Remember that you are safe with us,” Adagio coached in a melodic monotone. “Hypnosis cannot force you do anything you do not want to do. Everything that will happen, happens because you consent to it.” A useful little trap. Already the poor thing was feeling so perfectly safe. Celestia smiled cutely as her eyes tracked the gem. The low tones of the sisters’ song was pleasing to the ear, providing backdrop to Adagio’s calming words. “Let’s start with what you already know. It’s good to relax. It’s good to be at peace. It’s good to set down the burden when you need to rest, and it’s good to accept help from others. Please answer: is all of this right?” Celestia gave an indulgent little smirk. Just guided meditation, though she could admit it was working. She felt lethargic and content, like in the last few minutes of reading before bed. Her limbs were tired but comfortable, and she felt no need to fidget. Belatedly, she remembered to answer. “Yes.” “Of course you knew that.” Adagio’s silken words caressed her ears. “You are a good principal and your students admire you. You want them to be in good health and good spirits, and you show a good example by taking care of yourself. That means relaxing when it is time to relax, and listening when it is time to listen.” Celestia’s head began bobbing side to side as she tracked the gem. She gave a little yawn, then her smile returned. “It is time now for both: listen, and relax. You will do this because you are a good principal who sets a good example. Listen, and relax. Listen, and relax. It feels good to relax, doesn’t it?” It was strange, how beautiful the gem seemed as it moved back and forth. Celestia found it so easy to rest her gaze upon it, letting all else turn to unfocused blur. “Yes.” It did feel good. Had she really been so tense? Or was Adagio just that good at… guided meditation? “You feel relaxed and good. Say it.” “I feel relaxed and... good.” Celestia’s drowsy intellect marveled at the power of the suggestion. Mere meditation though this was, she really did feel all that when Adagio said so. But all was well. Hypnosis couldn’t force her to do anything. ...Adagio said so. All was well. No reason not to Listen and Relax. “Yes, you feel so good. Listen to my voice and feel more relaxed and good with each sway of the pretty gem. Listen even more as you relax. Even more good as you listen. Listening as I tell you to listen and relax. Relaxing and feeling good as you listen and relax. Feeling good listening to me tell you to listen and relax...” Celestia’s smile slowly fell away as the droning repetition went on, on, and on. More relaxed with each sway of the gem. Too drowsy to still be amused at these well-intentioned little show-offs. Sleepier and sleepier, but never falling asleep. Maybe it was the music keeping her up? Lovely sounds, like a babbling creek behind Adagio’s voice. But it was a creek of whispers and words Celestia could not follow, tickling her mind while her eyes followed the gem. The girls seemed to be singing the same song, but one was several notes ahead of the other, and it all seemed to be the same refrain of a few lines. Like a spiral – touching but never meeting, seeming to grow yet spinning in place, each line appearing from nothing. Comforting in its flowing monotony, confusing in its paradox. Yet even that was a pleasant confusion, like the last tumbling second before you fall asleep. Celestia dimly realized some of the words could be understood. ‘Submit,’ and ‘obey’. The voice of one girl, then the other, chasing and never meeting. Melody without harmony. “Submit, obey.” “Listen, and relax. Feeling good as you...” “Submit, obey.” No, that was silly. She was mishearing, somehow. Still, hadn’t the fun gone on long enough? Celestia blinked, fidgeted, grimaced… “Relax, relax, listen and relax.” ...And gave up. Why fight what felt so peaceful, so good? She was floating, warm, and comfortable. And she was safe. Adagio had told her… something that assured her everything was okay. It all carried on, bringing Celestia deeper into trance. It felt good so be so thoughtless, to not constantly be deciding and analyzing a thousand different things for once in her life. To just Listen and Relax. “Open your eyes.” When had she closed them? Celestia obeyed to find the gem was still, yet remained held perfectly before her vision. “Watch the gem… watch the pretty gem...” A green, misty spiral began twirling upon the gem’s surface in perfect time with the sirens’ song. “Submit, obey.” “Submit, obey.” “Listen, and relax. You are deeply entranced. Deeply under our spell. You feel good and relaxed, deep under our spell. Under our spell, so deeply good and relaxed.” Purple fingers rubbed Celestia’s shoulders in all the right spots. Another girl slipped onto the couch and placed her feet on their lap. Blue thumbs pushed into the soles and began a long, slow circle. A moan left Celestia’s mouth, and it hung open. Her gaze remained dully upon the gem. The singing never stopped. The spiral never stopped. “How do you feel?” “Relaxed and...” Celestia interrupted her mumble with another moan. “Good. Deeply under your spell.” Adagio’s tone never changed. Low, soft, comforting. “That’s right. Watch the spiral… watch the pretty spiral. With each turn you go deep, deeper under our spell. Deep, deeply relaxed, deeply good. Deeply listening as you submit and obey.” “Submit, obey.” The spell, the song, the spiral… the same. The glow of green and red danced on Celestia’s half-lidded eyes. “Yes,” she murmured. “Yes to what?” Adagio cooed. Red and green. The gem and the spiral (the song, the spell). All Celestia could see. Around and around, pulling her deeper, deeper. “I submit. I obey.” It wasn’t new. She had heard it since the song began. A trance within a trance, hidden by Adagio’s honeyed lies. A hand stroked gently down Celestia’s cheek. “Very good. You are a good principal who knows to relax and take care of herself, to submit and obey. You feel good, don’t you?” Celestia hesitated only long enough to swallow. “Yes.” “Our spell makes you feel good. Our spell makes you obedient, and being obedient makes you feel good. Submitting to us makes you feel good. Hm… good, submissive, obedient… there is a word that covers all of that.” There was a pause even in the music as all three sirens took a deep breath. “Slave.” Their magic poured into the word. It echoed in Celestia’s ears, seeming to emerge from the spiral itself. There were no defenses left to overwhelm; the full force of their beguiling magic focused itself into that single word and washed over her. It felt so right and appealing, like a treasured wish made real. That was the magic – normally the victim would recover, their mind slowly surfacing as the spell wore off. But Celestia’s mind was completely hypnotized, reduced to its deepest core from which it would re-expand alongside the lessons the sirens gave. Hypnosis to solidify the spell, just as the spell replaced all walls with smiling acquiescence. Amusement, suspicion, and distraction pushed down until she was more vulnerable than any mundane hypnosis could ever manage. A trance within a trance, spiraling around each other. It felt so good. “An obedient slave does what her mistresses command. A submissive slave always knows they are superior to her and places their comfort before her own. And a good slave is loyal. She is smart and goes to work and says all the right things to keep her slavery a secret. A good slave feels good in her slavery, because she has listened and relaxed, she submits and obeys, and this makes her feel good. Do you like feeling good, Celestia?” She could not think on it. “Yes.” “Do you want to be a slave, Celestia?” “Yes.” “Of course you do. You want to feel good, and being a slave feels good. You want to be loyal and obedient. You want to listen and relax. Listen, and obey.” Adagio’s voice grew hard and a little loud. “Listen and obey, slave. You are our slave. This is who you are. This is what you want. You adore us, you worship us, you long for our touch. You love us and you crave our approval. You kneel before us and fall over yourself to fulfill our pettiest whim. You receive our commands as though you were brainwashed, and you are eager to serve us as best you can with your authority, your wallet, your body. Thrall, maid, servant, slut, pet, slave. You will be our footstool, and love it. You will scrub and eat off the floor naked, and love it. You will be fucked and tied and humiliated and love it. Because we are the sirens, and you are our slave. Now, slave: say it over and over, staring into the spiral. Each turn makes it more real, more true. Say it until you can say it no more.” “Slave… slave…” Celestia’s eyes grew wide. The dull sense of entrancement was replaced as the word brought every good feeling to mind. Joy, comfort, and maddening arousal. She wiggled impotently. Her breath hitched between each word. “Slave… slave…” Who she was. What she wanted. The singing and spiral grew faster. Adagio added her voice to the song, now so fast it seemed mere repetition. “Submit, obey, submit, obey...” “Slave, slave, slave…” The spiral became a blur. Celestia stumbled over her line. Her tongue rolled out and she stared, panting happily like a dog. Faster, faster until she could take no more. Her eyes drooped then closed, and her feeble twitching went still. But her corrupted mind wasn’t done. Celestia heard her own voice echo in the black unconsciousness: “Slave, slave, slave…” “Moment of truth, girls,” Adagio muttered, then shook Celestia on the shoulder. The woman roused slowly as though from a deep slumber, though she had only been out for an hour. Her pink lips curled then parted in a yawn. The soft purple eyes blinked a few times before they seemed to register Adagio sitting before her. Then it clicked. Celestia’s breath hitched and trembled. Her eyes watered as a thousand emotions struck – a paradoxical mix of confusion, fear, and every good feeling that could be imagined. The cat got her tongue, so Adagio went first. “Sorry to wake you, Slave. But we’re hungry.” No hesitation. “I’ll cook something, M-Mistress!” Celestia rolled unsteadily to her feet. She tried to stumble quickly to the kitchen, but Sonata stood in the way. “Aren’t you forgetting something?” she leered. Celestia blinked rapidly, then gave a trembling bow. “I-I’m sorry Mistress. What am I forgetting?” She almost lost balance, but Sonata gave a steadying hand. “First of all, take a breath. You can’t serve us if you faint on the stove. Second, you forgot the uniform!” Sonata tossed Celestia’s white cooking apron into her arms. “You wear this. And nothing else.” Celestia, as it happened, was not a particularly good cook. The apron held in her naked breasts as she cringed, sitting opposite the sirens at the table. Each looked down with small surprise at their plates of carrot sticks and boxed macaroni and cheese. Adagio spoke before either of her stupid sisters could. “This looks wonderful! Good work, Slave.” The affirmation flipped Celestia’s mood. She grinned and set-to on her own helping while the sirens began to mutter. “Aren’t you nice?” Aria sneered. Sonata pursed her lips. “Didn’t we say something about making her eat off the floor? That sounded hot, I’m kind of disappointed.” “You idiots, look at her,” Adagio grumbled lowly. “She’s confused and anxious. She loves us so much she’s terrified of getting anything wrong, but we just upended her whole life so of course she’ll get things wrong. If we push her now she’ll wake up one night and say ‘Wait, I don’t feel good as a slave!’ and we might lose everything.” Aria gave a grunt. “So what, we coddle her?” Adagio speared some of Aria’s macaroni and popped it in her mouth. “You’re a manipulative predator, act like it. She wants to impress and serve us, so give her the chance. Give her time to mold to us, and before you know it she’ll be anticipating your every want.” Sonata arched both eyebrows, though nodded and grinned. “First coddle, then make her a sex slave. Got it.” “Who said we have to choose?” Adagio muttered, then raised her voice. “Slave, if you’re all done eating, we would like a show. Take off that apron and dance for us. I would like to see more of your lovely body.” The blush. The tremble. The eye contact filled with such absolute devotion. The dance was fun. But the sheer adoration in Celestia’s eyes? That would never get old. Author's Note Abrupt spike in clopiness next chapter!
Corruption of PrincipalsView OnlineCorruption of PrincipalsCorruption of PrincipalsCelestia 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.
EpilogueView OnlineCorruption of PrincipalsEpilogueCelestia glanced to the clock. Five-thirty. She should have left for home by now. She sighed, pinched the bridge of her nose, tried to focus on the cool of the air conditioner against her budding headache. So much for a calmer year. Not two months in and already magic had returned, though in hindsight it was foolish to think Sunset’s event was a one-time thing. And they were regrettably now two-for-two for the magic involving brainwashing she-demons seeking a route to Equestria by corrupting her students, only to be defeated by rainbow lasers. At least there was less property destruction this time, but the paperwork had gone on for weeks with no end in sight. Another late night. She sighed and grimaced, feeling the long tension from her forehead to her glutes. A cup of tea would… no, she had gone through two already. She really just needed some time to relax. Relax. Relax… “Miss Celestia?” Had she dozed off? When had Adagio come in? Her expression grew stern. “Can I help you, Miss Adagio? If that is your real name.” “It is. We were honest on that part.” Adagio raised her hand as though taking an oath. “I just wanted to tell you we’re clearing out. But thanks for offering to let us stay. Not many principals would turn a blind eye after… you know.” Celestia gave a groaning sigh and looked back to her work. “I suppose with Sunset we set the precedent that magical calamity is not grounds for dismissal. I won’t be a hypocrite and deny you the same chance, though I admit I’m not sad to see you refuse. Be well.” Adagio chuckled bashfully. “I’m guessing we’re the reason you’ve been so busy the last few days. Sorry, we really didn’t mean to get your professional life caught in the crossfire.” “Apology accepted,” Celestia said in a tone which made it clear she was just forcing things to a close. “Now, Mistress Adagio, if there is nothing else…” A glance up showed Adagio smirking, like there was an in-joked Celestia missed. “What if I helped?” “I’m not letting you touch my paperwork,” Celestia said. “Not with the papers, silly. With you.” Adagio touched her hand. The cool fingers were at once a comfort. Celestia blinked twice, surprised at the sudden easing of her headache. “You’re been working so hard,” Adagio said kindly. “You need to relax.” “Relax?” “Relax.” “Relax,” Celestia said again. Her eyelids fluttered. Her lips smacked slowly. “Relax,” Adagio coached. “Relax, and…” She didn’t finish. Celestia did. A familiar peace fell over her body. “Relax, and obey.” Mistress Adagio smiled down at her. Celestia smiled back. “I thought so,” Adagio clucked. “Our magic is gone, but all the lessons we put into you are still there. It’s you now, not us.” She leaned over the desk and kissed Celestia on the lips. As she pulled back, Celestia stared after her with perfect love. “What are you?” Adagio purred. “Your slave,” Celestia said. It felt so good. “And?” Each word gave Celestia a surge of joy. “Slave. Slut. Toy. Pet. Servant. Ass-slut. Tickle-toy. Gimp. Whore. Deep, brainwashed slave.” “What do you want?” Adagio growled with a widening grin. It was all so right. “Hypnotize me. Fuck me. Degrade me. Brainwash me ever deeper under your control. Please, Mistress. Let me be your maid, your fuck toy. Plug my holes, make me fuck my sister, torment me with denial and lust. I love it, I love it so much.” “Of course we will, my sweet, lovely slave.” Adagio stroked her cheek, drinking in Celestia’s adoring gaze. “It will be even better now that we know we’re staying for good. We’re wealthy, you know. Get ready to serve us in the Bahamas once your next vacation rolls around.” The adoration turned to confusion. “You… want me to stay working? I, I don’t mind. Knowing I work to serve you makes it so much easier. But I thought you only wanted me here to help you use the portal home?” “Plans change,” Adagio said dotingly, then smiled like a knife. “After all, sooner or later we’ll be back for revenge.” “Now come,” she commanded, and Celestia obeyed. “The work can wait. Let’s see how Aria and Sonata are doing with your sister, hm?” Author's Note Thanks for reading!
Hot for TeacherView OnlineCorruption of PrincipalsHot for TeacherContrary to what the pundits and parents might say, summer break wasn’t simply a three-month vacation. Not for teachers, and certainly not for principals. Everything from maintenance to meal plans had to be organized and ready by the very first bell, and it was Celestia’s responsibility to make it so. Too conscientious to turn on the air conditioning for herself alone, Principal Celestia made do with three buzzing fans. They did well, turning her second-floor office into an oasis from the stifling, empty halls. July’s sun beat down outside, yet here she was – wearing the purple slacks and yellow blazer any student would know her in. A bit uncomfortable, but ‘work clothes’ helped put her in the right mindset to stay focused on her tasks. There were plumbing orders to sign, budgets to review, and a triple-check to make sure all classes were actually covered so she didn’t have to teach science for a year again. Which was fun, mind you. But balancing teaching and principal work left both her and Luna scrambling for months. This year, hopefully, would be a bit more relaxed. No unexpected scheduling holes, no she-demons terrorizing the school, no rainbow lasers. The incident with Sunset Shimmer had given Celestia quite enough magical adventure for one lifetime, thank you very much. But now there was… this. Making one concession to comfort, Celestia slipped off her dress shoes and rested her feet against the cool hardwood of her office floor. A bland manila folder sat open on her desk. She read its contents again, feeling alarm bells ring vaguely in her mind with no clear direction or source. The cover letter explained perfectly, but they always did. From one ‘Adagio Dazzle,’ it introduced herself and her sisters as a family of liberated minors, sticking together through adversity and hoping to find a place at Canterlot High. Such was strange, but believable and certainly noble. Social work was a part of Celestia’s job, and in her four years as principal she had done what she could to help homeless and abused students. But she had also dealt with lying and criminal ones. Adagio’s letter was mature and professional, more-so than most any teenager could write. The sisters had reference notes from a social services agent and the principal of another school, both extolling their virtues. Everything from their government IDs to their signed report cards were in perfect order. Too perfect, in fact. The thought felt silly and paranoid, yet it remained. Straight-A’s for all three girls? Perfect grades, perfect references, perfect documentation? Celestia leaned back in her chair, letting the fanned air beat against her face. What were these three trying to prove? This was a public school, they didn’t have to impress her. The only reason they needed her permission was because their address was in another district. Moving from one underfunded public school to another, further away… why? She could have signed off on the transfer and been done by now. Instead, yesterday she called the attached number. A very pleasant chat with Miss Dazzle followed, and she agreed to come in for a meeting. Perfectly normal and routine to meet with a transfer in unusual circumstance. If nothing else it would set Celestia at ease. She had a pitcher of ice water poured and ready. A kettle on her little hot plate too, because a nice cup of tea worked wonders when calming nervous students. She somehow didn’t picture Adagio as nervous, but who knows? Actually, she had their pictures. The file came with one from each of the ‘Dazzling’ family, all smiling like little angels. A knock. Two o’clock already. “Come in!” Celestia called. In walked Adagio, known at once from her photo. Pop-fashion leather boots, purple outfit, and golden belt spoke immediately of someone not exactly living beneath the poverty line. But such was deceiving; poor students often worked hard to hide it. At any rate, it was nice to see the perfect girl in the picture really exists. Pink and red mixed pleasingly in her eyes, bright like gemstones as they confidently met Celestia’s gaze. Thick orange curls rose into a spiked hairband to cascade behind her like a cloak, and a necklace with a red ruby drew attention teasingly to what laid beneath. Celestia’s eyes traced to the ample breasts before righting themselves. Either this girl was older than sixteen or she was smuggling grapefruit. “Principal Celestia?” the girl asked. Her voice was sweetened like a meek or manipulative student, and her smirk was not meek at all. Celestia hid her reservations behind her own, welcoming smile. “Yes, and you must be Adagio Dazzle. Please have a seat. Would you like some tea?” Adagio nodded, her cocky smirk only growing. It was a little strange that her gemstone eyes never fully moved from Celestia, seeming to assess her as Adagio walked forwards and sat down. “Do you have anything calming?” Adagio asked pleasantly. Celestia blinked, and the swaggering smirk was gone. In its place sat a bland smile for formal interviews. “Magnolia, Chamomile, lemon balm? I don’t want to be picky but caffeine and I don’t mix.” Caffeinated tea was Celestia’s lifeblood during the school year, but Chamomile was lovely on stressful days. She set the water to boil, using the few seconds’ distraction to collect her thoughts. First impressions weren’t everything, but they weren’t nothing. This girl looked and carried herself like an adult. Perhaps it made sense for a liberated minor? Used to being responsible, to seeing herself as grown-up. The breasts and sudden shifts in her expression had ‘manipulative delinquent’ written all over them. But how then came the letters of reference, the unblemished grades? Well, that’s what this meeting was for. If the girl was evasive, Celestia could always refuse the transfer. She turned back to find Adagio’s eyes still on her, a bit unnervingly. Her coy smile had returned, and she pointed to the folder on the desk. “I see you got our application.” As good a place to start as any. Celestia padded back to her seat, belatedly realizing she was still barefoot. Embarrassment flushed her neck and she seized the opening. “Yes, and it is thoroughly impressive. But I hope you understand this is a very strange situation, for many reasons.” Adagio smiled like a smug cat, lazily settling back in her chair. “Understood loud and clear, Miss Celestia. Let me just explain so we don’t have to play Twenty Questions.” At Celestia’s nod, she went on. “Our dad was a jerk named… Storm Swirl. When Mom died, he decided he didn’t want to bother with kids and threw us out. Me being the oldest, I took over and kept us together.” Her expression tightened as she spoke, showing tense feelings behind those words. Her eyes finally moved away. Understandable. Celestia made to reach for her, then hesitated and drew back the hand. “I’m sorry,” she said. Then she winced when she considered how often this girl must have heard those words from people who were supposed to help. Adagio shrugged dismissively, which Celestia felt sure was a bluff. “We’re fine. After high school we’ll be moving back to our... hometown. He’s gone now, and it’ll be nice to be back.” “Do you have any plans for what you’ll do?” Celestia asked. “Whatever we want.” Humor sparked as Adagio’s eyes again locked Celestia’s. “Sorry, you’re probably looking for specifics. All three of us are skilled at a lot of things. Comes with growing up without video games or television, I suppose. Music is our passion, but we all know massage, ballet, hypnosis, painting… we’ll be fine.” She nodded to the folder. “You saw our grades. Straight-A’s all the way. I run a tight ship with the girls.” Celestia released a giggle that she quickly contained, charmed despite her initial reservations. Adagio was a cocky young lady, but she clearly deserved to be. “This isn’t a job interview,” Celestia said, still beaming. “You just need to establish why the normal rules for public schools should be bent for you. Why not go to a closer school? Or… frankly, you three sound like a great fit for Crystal Prep. They do accept vouchers, and their name looks good on resumes.” Adagio yawned. “We’re not preppies. Canterlot High is a better fit for us.” “But why here and not a closer...” The kettle whistled, then screamed. Saved by the tea. It was the one chink in Adagio’s story that she hadn’t been able to think of a great excuse for. The two idiots were no help, of course, and there wasn’t time to move conveniently closer. So why did they want to transfer to Canterlot High…? Adagio watched the woman fuss with tea bags, at first frowning from the near miss. Human authorities always wanted to know either everything or nothing, and of course someone with that name had to be the former. Nosing and questioning into Adagio’s business… this couldn’t go on. Still, what a fun surprise! Yesterday the future looked so easy it was almost boring. Equestrian magic had burst from this school, flooding the sirens with power (but not nearly enough). They would seek out its source, drain it dry, then live like queens. Maybe there would be a portal home, and the sirens’ Great Equestrian Comeback Tour could begin. Her sisters shuddered when they heard that name… but look at this. This world’s Celestia was neither a threat nor a completely bland and forgettable human. Sweet enough that she had to hold in a hug after Adagio’s little sob story, but sharp enough to notice something was off. Old enough to be canny, young enough… Well. With her back turned, there was nothing to stop Adagio from admiring. All covered by the suit, alas, but it was snug enough to show the gentle hourglass of Celestia’s build. The narrow stomach sloped out into skinny hips and a tight little ass highlighted by her purple slacks. Celestia didn’t have much going on in front, either. But somehow, that all really did it for Adagio. The woman had a tall, slim kind of beauty, almost elfin save for a bit of adorable clumsiness. “Do you like to cook?” Adagio asked. Celestia finally turned back, holding a small tray with two steaming cups. She grinned bashfully. “Why, yes I do.” ‘Perfect.’ Adagio hid her leer behind an inoffensive expression. Celestia settled to her chair. “Where were we?” “Dunno,” Adagio said quickly. “There’s something I want to ask you, though.” Celestia made an accepting noise and sipped. Adagio leaned forwards, letting her smile grow canny. “That’s an interesting name, ‘Celestia.’ Where did you get it from?” The clueless human’s expression flattened as she wondered if she was being mocked. “My parents.” “It’s French, you know.” Adagio lowered her voice as though sharing a great secret. “Most who are familiar know it’s Latin for ‘heaven,’ but some say the word first came from an old Gallic myth. They said Celestia was the mythical queen of horses, who ruled a fairy realm of magic and power.” Celestia smiled. “You three are historians, too?” “We like reading old legends.” “Very impressive.” Celestia took another drink of her tea. “Let’s get back to business. You seem like a wonderful student, and the law does allow exceptions to the usual zoning rules. But there must be a justification for it.” “We’re about to move,” Adagio said. Lies came easily when she was on the spot. “Rent, rough landlord. I’ll skip the sad story for you.” Celestia seemed to like it when Adagio talked about herself, perhaps fancying she was seeing the ‘real’ story. She made a show of clicking her pen thoughtfully, but nodded her head long before she spoke. “Alright, Adagio. I see you are a very mature young lady, I think I can trust you on this.” What was left of Celestia’s hesitation seemed to fade as she turned on a bright ‘put the pal in principal’ smile. “I manage our guidance department, too. I’ll do whatever I can to help you three succeed when you take your next steps.” This time Adagio had to hold in a full-on laugh. ‘Poor thing doesn’t know how right she is.’ “Thank you,” Adagio said. Then she cocked her head, appearing to remember. “There’s actually an old Gallic song about Queen Celestia. Would you like to hear it?” Celestia giggled, sweet and melodic. “There’s no need to bribe or flatter me, I’m just doing my duty.” Adagio touched her hand. Light caught the red gem, somehow reflecting as a pale green. “I want to do this, silly,” Adagio said, and something flickered at the edge of her words. Like a buzzing, or a long sung note. “Let me sing for you.” Celestia’s reaction was so cute. The sound hit her ears, tuning her thoughts to acquiescence. Filling the heart with confused love, clouding the mind to follow Adagio’s direction. Red glowed beneath pink skin, and Celestia smiled and fidgeted as her body reacted with hidden lust. The sirens’ voice. For a thousand years this was all Adagio could do. Seduction and suggestion. Never very powerful. Just enough for a bed, a meal. Grades and reference letters. But now… now their magic was replenished after an age without. Not enough power, but so much more than before. Seduction, suggestion. Once it had been her life. Now, it was just the beginning. “If you insist,” Celestia murmured. She looked relaxed, but confused. She blinked and squinted, her mind starting to recover. Adagio clicked her tongue, and her necklace again flashed green. “Close your eyes, and listen to my song.” Celestia’s purple eyes fought back, wobbling to stay open. She sensed something was wrong, the clever fool. Her mouth tried to form words even as her consciousness complied. Adagio gently stroked her hand. The long, smooth pink fingers. Her gaze caught Celestia’s, drowning it in pink and green. “Close your eyes, and listen to my song.” Celestia was just a human – a human mind with human vulnerabilities. The siren’s voice touched her brain and there was no defense. Her eyelids fell at once. Adagio began to sing. The words were old Equish. Understanding wasn’t needed, not for this part. Green magic spilled from her gem, not faded like before, but bright and evil. It seeped to the floor, slipping over Celestia’s bare foot, coiling up around her tight pants and blazer to flow into her ear. Every note and word worked enchantment over the stunned principal. How far would it go? Adagio didn’t know. To trick a mind was one thing, to control it was another. Any other day and she would have been content to take what she wanted and move on. But she wasn’t moving on, this time. She was moving in. And what better way to conquer a school, than through its principal? The song ended. The green faded away. Adagio permitted herself a breathy, sinister laugh. Then she painted her face with a pleasant smile and cleared her throat. “Miss Celestia? Are you awake?” Celestia felt half-awake or dreaming entirely. Her eyes fluttered open, flashing green before returning to their purple hue. Before her was the most beautiful creature she had ever seen. “Yes,” she said, though she wasn’t really sure. Her thoughts were locked into the present, unable to recall how she got here or what she had been doing. Even the office around her seemed fuzzy and distant. She felt the angle of the desk push in to her resting palms, the cool of the wood beneath her feet. All else was the woman before her, and the well of hot love erupting within. Starting oddly with her cheeks and ears, blushing and warm, sliding like thin honey to her heart, pumping strongly, pushing to her nethers. She fidgeted, squeezing her legs together, starting to grin for the sheer joy of Adagio’s presence. The goddess spoke. Celestia stared past the lovely lips, catching guilty glimpses of the throat and tongue. Her hand slipped from the desk to rest just above her belt. “You have to sign the papers, Celestia.” There was nothing but the goddess. “What do you mean?” The goddess’ grin twisted on one side. “For the transfer, it’s right there in the folder. Sheesh, maybe I should have waited until you did that.” Celestia remembered now, but only what was needed. A memory in a dream, to drive the dream onward. Her fingers moved deftly, the body itself perfectly awake. Even her mind was aware, simply focused and enthralled. Celestia easily plucked out the three transfer forms and scribbled her signature on each. “Good, good.” Even the small affirmation from that mouth brought a shiver down Celestia’s back. A drop of cool wetness seeped into her panties. Her lips parted in a tiny gasp before closing back to their smile. “Of course, that’s just the start.” The mouth smiled – so kindly, so beautiful. “We still have a lot to do, but first: you’re too warm, aren’t you? This office is very stuffy.” Celestia swallowed and nodded. It was like a switch flipped in her brain, deadening the fans and heating the pad of her chair. “There’s no need to suffer on my account,” Adagio said. So wonderful of her, to think of Celestia. “Take off the blazer.” Celestia moved at once, fidgeting with the clasps on her jacket. Soon it was draped over her desk and forgotten. Adagio clicked her tongue, shaking her head in smirking disapproval. “A long-sleeved button-down? It’s summer for you too, dearie. Off with it.” Long pink fingers obeyed with practiced speed, undoing each button until Celestia was left in her practical pink bra. “Now come, stand in front of the desk. I want to see you.” It was like the current of a dream, carrying the dreamer along. Celestia could only think to comply. No recollection of the past, and even the present was a haze. All that was clear was the beautiful siren, and her beautiful voice. “Take off the… no, actually leave it on. Those pants do everything for me.” Adagio walked a slow circle around her, and her grin of naked evil only sent a fresh dampness in Celestia’s crotch. She ran her fingers along Celestia’s bare belly, tickling out an adorable little giggle. Nails ran lovingly through her hair, a palm caressed the snug-fitted ass in its purple mound. She even paused to admire the pink painted nails on Celestia’s shapely feet, though in truth that was more to Sonata’s taste. “Stretch your arms and clasp them above your head.” Celestia did so, and Adagio circled her. Celestia was not muscular by any stretch, but her yoga routine showed itself with a bit of tone in the upper arms that caused Adagio to give a low whistle. “Now stretch your arms to each side.” Again Adagio circled, this time stopping at Celestia’s back. Divine yellow hands touched her bare shoulders and gave a little rub. Celestia gasped. Grinned. Shivered as Adagio’s breasts met her back, and the siren leaned in by her ear. “Oh, yes. You’ll do very nicely.” The hands moved, drawing back from the shoulder, sliding beneath the outstretched arms to Celestia’s belly, then upwards to cup the breasts. “You poor thing,” Adagio cooed as her hands began kneading through the bra. “You work so hard. In a stuffy office during summer vacation, no less.” The words were lost on Celestia. She gasped with the touch and forgot to close her mouth. What were once trickles of sexual pleasure – the natural effect of the siren’s seductive music – became a flood, leaving room for nothing else. Like the dream had turned erotic, filling her with confused and wondrous pleasure. The hands slipped inside the bra, gripping her cool, bare breasts. Celestia moaned, staring forwards, shivering as Adagio’s breath played over her ear alongside wisps of green magic. “Let me help you relax. This happy feeling – it will pass. But my sisters and I can make it last, and you will feel so, so good. Let us help you, my dear, beloved principal. Say yes.” Celestia answered at once. “Yes. Yes, plea-AH!” Adagio pinched her nipples. Celestia’s back arched, and Adagio pressed in to keep her breasts against the enchanted principal. Some questions followed, breathed into the ear with answers moaned, the pinch still tight upon the nipples. Address, phone number, travel plans. A middle-class bachelorette with a tidy little house, two doors down from her sister. No immediate meetings or commitments. Nothing to stop the sirens from taking their sweet time with her. Adagio drew back her hands, only releasing the nipples as they pulled from her grasp. “Alright, sweetie. Let’s get you dressed – yes, I know, it’s so hot and uncomfortable in here. Leave the driving to me… I’ll take you home.”
