Mistress Massage

It was right and proper that Princess Twilight was guest of honor at the sirens’ victory party. They strapped her between two pillars, suspended above the ground with arms and legs wide to each side. A purple latex suit squeezed her tight yet left every sensitive spot available for torment or pleasure. Her mouth was plugged with a dildo gag, headphones pounded the brainwashing into her ears, and a bowl beneath collected the cum she constantly dribbled to the floor.

Not that the other Rainbooms were ignored. Their ‘costumes’ were nothing but tight leather straps in place solely to highlight their exposure. Sunset prepared a lovely breakfast to start the day, complete with wine, and the Dazzlings indulged. They gossiped and laughed, dropping scraps and spills for the Rainbooms to lick off. Sometimes to the floor, sometimes between their thighs.

It didn’t take long for Adagio’s halfhearted forward planning to fall to distraction. She was horny, and her sisters no less so. They pushed away from their breakfast, leaving cleanup to the slaves as they played with Twilight. Spanking and kissing her gave a little outlet, but it wasn’t enough. As the others returned from their chores, the sirens swept them up in a frenzy of passion.

There were no more organized games. No calm, teasing cruelty. Adagio felt something break free within her, hedonistic and wild. She grabbed Pinkie and shoved her to one of the brainwashing tables, jumping on to mash lips. Her tongue went down far enough to trigger a gag, dueling and twirling around its opposite in the back of Pinkie’s mouth.

Adagio breathed through her nose, letting the kiss endure. The slimy, sexy feeling of herself in another. She didn’t want it to end.

The others were just as desperate. Sonata’s strap-on rammed through Applejack’s anus hard enough that even the big girl slid forwards on her knees. Sonata’s evil grin twisted with mania, and she began to laugh shrilly when Applejack grunted and begged for more. At her gasped command, Sunset took a soaked washcloth and pressed it to Applejack’s face, muffling her pained noises with aphrodisiac perfume. Aria sat and bid a kneeling Rainbow to eat her out, but kneel so her own ass was raised. Rarity then began licking Rainbow’s nethers, and hers in turn was licked by Fluttershy.

All while Twilight watched, cumming again and again at the sight of her friends so debased.

Sunset moved between the groups, helping with positioning and needs. Adagio laughed, right into Pinkie’s mouth. Even as a brainwashed slut, Sunset was a goody-goody. She pulled back and here came the girl, offering wine to wash down the spit. Adagio accepted and drained it, feeling the happy burn within.

More. She needed more.

Adagio threw the empty glass away and seized Sunset, pushing her face between the siren’s legs.

No, more. Before Sunset could even lick she shoved the girl to the ground and plunged her own tongue into the pussy. Pinkie licked Adagio’s obediently while Sunset moaned above her. Adagio was never one to give pleasure with her mouth, but this scratched that fierce, needy lust exploding within her. If only barely.

The orgy went on as a blur. Adagio’s eyes focused to find herself kissing frantically with Aria. Sonata rested on a couch, allowing a kneeling Sunset to feed her sweets.

Blue fingers pinched and squeezed Aria’s breasts from behind. Adagio felt strong peach hands do the same to her own, and a thick penetration between her legs. She sat in Applejack’s lap, being railed by the girl’s dildo.

It felt wrong, but that made it so much better. Adagio made out frantically with Aria, accepting the kisses and penetrations elsewhere while Sonata slept on the couch.

And then she was again before Sunset’s open, welcoming clit. The smell of heady flowers filled the air – had Sunset used her perfume? Aria sprawled by a pillar with a moist washcloth tied with a belt to her face. Her hands worked, frantically masturbating.

Something was wrong.

No it wasn’t. They had won. But it felt wrong, and God that was hot. Adagio licked, feeling the pressure in her holes, the hands slapping her ass. Over and over, licking every drop from Sunset’s pussy then licking at her own saliva across it. Then the dildos Sunset plunged into her mouth, which tasted sweet and tart.

Something was wrong.

The wine. The sweets. The cloths and perfumes.

Adagio didn’t care. It didn’t take much longer for her body to collapse, exhausted by the intense fucking. She rested her head on Sunset’s lap, allowing herself to be shushed gently and stroked along the cheek. Her eyes drifted closed, and Sunset fished her phone out from the sofa cushions.

Sunset stared into the spiraling colors. She no longer felt the straps on her wrists, no longer saw Twilight standing before her. All she heard was the voice.

“You serve the sirens,” Twilight said. “You love the sirens. You want to do what’s best for them.”

The commands were familiar. Sunset’s subconscious followed the words easily, absorbed them as a truth already known.

“Yes,” she said sleepily.

“Enslavement gives you pleasure. Incredible pleasure. It feels so good to be a b-brainwashed slut.”

The hiccup did not break Sunset’s concentration. “Yes.”

“You want to give them pleasure.”

“Yes.” More than anything.

She did not see Twilight smirk. “That means you must enslave them.”

That didn’t make sense. Sunset stared into the colors, face scrunching as the words lost her.

“You are a good slave, who wishes to pleasure the sirens. Slavery brings you the greatest pleasure you can imagine. These things are true, yes.”

Sunset squinted into the light. Yes, she was a good slave. Being a slave brought pleasure. Good slaves pleasure the sirens.

“Yes.”

She felt Twilight’s breath across her ear. “Good slaves enslave the sirens. Good slaves bring the sirens pleasure by making them slaves.”

Two fingers slipped around Sunset’s panties and dug into her pussy. Sunset gave a happy gasp, tumbling down into the colors.

It made sense. Twilight’s voice went on, low and calming, gently instructing her how to best serve the sirens. Good slaves give pleasure. Good slaves enslave the sirens and give them the wonderful pleasure Sunset felt. It was the least she could do, after putting them through so much trouble. Good slaves help Twilight enslave the sirens… good slaves bring her friends over to Twilight’s to learn to be good slaves… good slaves spike the wine with aphrodisiac and feed the sirens opium candy. Good slaves capture them so they learn to be good slaves so they feel the pleasure of being a good slave...

Twilight spoke into her phone. “Experiment log: Project ‘Interception,’ day one.”

She was in her lab, but it was still a good thing Mom wasn’t home. Carrying in three suspiciously-large duffle bags required a lot of grunting and heaving, especially since one of them woke up halfway down the stairs. Good thing she had Sunset gag them – the workaround hypnosis in her friends’ minds definitely wouldn’t stand up to a siren’s spoken command.

Twilight theatrically cleared her throat. “It is said that a predator is often blind to its own peril. It is also speculated by some fictions that ancient creatures develop tremendous blind spots in their ability to learn, anticipate, and adapt.”

She was in full form, with goggles, lab coat, and short-shorts because all the electronics made things toasty down here.

Twilight paced before not one, but three of the devices she tried on Sunset. Replication came far quicker than invention. Each held a strapped, struggling siren with the brain-scanner already lowered on their heads. Each was naked – to make sure the sensors worked properly, of course – except for a strap gag muffling their furious shouts.

The leader made eye contact with her. The poof-haired yellow siren Twilight knew to be Adagio. She swore and snarled into her gag, thrashing against her bonds as hard as she could. But she could not hide the slight furrow in her brow, or the whimper behind her growl.

The girl became still, listening as Twilight continued to record. “Clearly, these adages hold true for the sirens. They were fixated on their goal and laid a very clever trap for their intended targets, but in doing so considered common humans to be mere terrain instead of sapient creatures capable of assessment and cross-purposes. That a human familiar with the Rainbooms could notice the inconsistencies in their front business and investigate seems not to have been accounted for. At least, beyond basic steps of sending their acquisitions to school and having them back each others’ cover stories. ‘Seeing the forest but not the trees,’ as it were.”

Adagio muttered something through her gag with the same number of syllables as ‘Go fuck yourself.’

Twilight pushed up her glasses. “In fairness to them, most humans would be helpless. No police would believe the story, and someone who learned it could only clumsily try to interfere, exposing themselves to retaliation from both the sirens and the corrupted Rainbooms. Successful countermeasures required intelligence, creativity, and decisive action.”

Adagio rolled her eyes.

“At any rate, the sirens are now subdued, and stage two of the project can commence.”

Twilight tapped once on her phone. A low hum began sounding in the sirens’ ears, and they redoubled their struggles. Sonata babbled into her gag, tears in her eyes as her fingers scratched uselessly on the armrests. Aria went into a frenzy, heaving against her bonds, while Adagio frantically tried to wiggle free with dexterity instead of strength. Her toes clenched and wrists pulled, but the bonds on ankles and legs remained tight.

“That buzz you hear is the machine matching its current to your brainwaves,” Twilight explained calmly, pausing to take a sip from her grape soda.

“It will then redirect those brainwaves to create new attachments, links, and priorities. You should be happy – your reformation is about to begin.”

An ominous click sounded from the device in Twilight’s hand. She, the lab, and all else instantly disappeared, replaced by a tunnel of repeating purple and blue. Pooling out from the distance, growing until lost to sight, endless rings of colors across Adagio’s whole vision.

She growled laughter into the gag. This idiot needed to watch less TV! Hypnosis took trust, relaxation, a slow buildup. Not colored spirals like a snake in a children’s show. Adagio would fake it, and the moment this girl let her loose she would regret sticking her nose where it didn’t belong.

A voice sounded between her ears. “Unlikely.”

Adagio froze, staring helplessly into the colors as Twilight went on. “I can see your thoughts on my screen. The spirals do serve an important role, as they will stop you from distracting yourself or focusing on anything but the treatment, ensuring you become totally brainwashed. As for the rest… well, let’s see if you’re right.”

Adagio heaved in her bonds. Brainwashed! Did this bitch really think a siren would fall for–

A click. The colors flared. Adagio’s mind tumbled like a rug was pulled from beneath, dropping everything.

She paused, suddenly lost. What… had she been thinking about?

The colors spoke. “How a siren totally won’t fall for brainwashing.”

What do you wa–

Another flash. Adagio closed her eyes, though the colors remained. Where had the last seconds gone? What was going on?

“What do I want?” Twilight said, giving reminder. “Isn’t it obvious? I want to save my friends and protect both worlds from what you’ll unleash.”

You think you’re better than–

Flash. Confusion, until “Obviously I’m better than you. I don’t need to think.”

Realization hit, and Adagio imperceptibly shuddered. Twilight was playing with her.

“Yes, but for science, not pleasure. Your sister Aria is in a state of total sensory deprivation save the spirals, while Sonata is listening to a brainwashing mantra not unlike what you used yourselves. You are being allowed to remain aware of what is happening. This difference will help study which tactic is most effective, so please do not skew the results by giving in too early.”

‘You’re enjoying this,’ Adagio snarled into her gag. ‘‘Save the world’ my ass. You just want your cummies, same as us.’

“Incorrect,” Twilight announced. Another button clicked, and her voice became somehow louder. “Don’t think I’m like you. Saving others and reforming villains is what my pony self and the Rainbooms are all about. I’m proud to finally contribute.”

“As for the first part… well, it’s important to enjoy what you do, isn’t it?”

Pulse. Adagio’s thoughts scattered like stars.

The colored circles began to come twice as fast. Blue, purple, blue, speeding past her in an indistinct mass. Aria could not escape. Eyes closed, eyes away, it didn’t matter. Always the colors came right for her. They pulsed every time she found a thought, quickly subduing her conscious mind to a long, unblinking stare. No point in struggling. Couldn’t even remember why she wanted to.

No sound, no feeling, no sight but the spiral. No sense of time for how long she’d been trapped. Infinity, a second. No way to tell, no context to put it in. An unthinking, unblinking existence until sensation finally came.

And what sensation it was! An electric buzzing in both ass and pussy, winning a low, gagged moan at once. Her body squeezed against the vibrators in both holes.

Pulse. At once she forgot the pleasure, and at once it hit her again. Buzzing salvation after an eternity without. The most wonderful relief she had ever known.

Pulse. Forget, then pleasure.

Pulse.

Again.

Again.

Twilight’s voice entered her brain. Not spoken, but like Aria was imagining the words perfectly in her silent purgatory.

“Pleasure… pleasure...”

“Pleasure… pleasure…”

The words assailed Sonata through her headphones. She tried to resist, tried to look away, screamed into her gag as pulse after pulse eroded the awareness she clung desperately to. So close she could taste it… no, this COULDN’T be the end! It WOULDN’T be! Adagio always had an out. She probably already subdued the dumb human and was just teasing Sonata by letting her stew for a while.

Pulses moved through the headphones, massaging her thoughts, squeezing them, buzzing them out just as the vibrators buzzed in the pleasure.

Thoughtlessness beckoned, dragging her down. Pulse, pleasure, pulse…

“Pleasure...”

It felt so good. The less she tried, the more she allowed the pulse to scatter her thoughts, the more wonderfully intense each bout of pleasure came. No recollection meant each pulse gave a spike of forgotten sexual triumph, pulling her needy body into the colors without thought or doubt. Her struggles developed a different nature as Sonata pushed her thighs in, desperately trying to break orgasm without even a conscious choice.

Adagio stopped her struggles. Why try to squeeze harder, to bring herself to new heights when the pulse made each charge bring her so high? Her toes flexed hard, her body on the brink of orgasm, never going over or recalling how long she’d been edged. Nothing to focus on, nothing to hold on to. Just endless colors, pulses, and “pleasure.” The word spoke with each pulse, though she could never remember the last.

The colors pulsed again. It felt so good.

Twilight’s voice came from beyond. “Honestly, I was a little worried with you being magic sirens at all, but I think this is going easier than for humans. Not to beat around the bush, but you guys are hedonistic brats unused to any kind of self-denial. I’m effectively bribing you with pleasure and you don’t even know how to turn it down.”

Right. Adagio needed to resist. Needed to hang on, just hang on. Wait for this bitch to get cocky.

Pulse. Forget. Pleasure.

The breath of Twilight’s words tickled across her ear. “You don’t even want to resist. You need the pleasure so bad, don’t you?”

Pulse.

Adagio moaned into her gag, staring out with wide eyes as Twilight came into sight.

Twilight stood before Aria, or at least Aria saw her image. The girl stood naked with the pulsing colors flowing all around. Their source, their center? Twilight played slowly with her nipples, bending her head to lick slowly at one as it hardened and perked.

Pulse. Pleasure.

Twilight.

It was all still silent, but the words in Aria’s brain took greater form.

“Pleasure comes from Twilight. Twilight gives you pleasure. Pleasure comes from Twilight...”

The vibrators between her legs shook faster. Aria began to beg for more, but a pulse came and she forgot.

“Pleasure comes from Twilight. Submit to Twilight. Pleasure comes from Twilight...”

Someone had taken out the gag. Sonata’s mouth hung open, moaning almost without sound. She watched the colors, watched Twilight slowly masturbate before her. Gracing Sonata with her perfect, shaved pussy. Pulse, pleasure.

It made sense now. Twilight was the source of the colors, the giver of this wonderful pleasure.

That knowledge remained through each pulse, and it only made her pleasure grow. Sonata gasped as Mistress Twilight rewarded her new understanding with an orgasm.

“Submit to Twilight. Submit to pleasure. Submit to Twilight. Submit to pleasure...”

Adagio was patient.

Patience had gotten her everything. It had wrapped the Rainbooms around her finger, brought her to the cusp of total victory.

She wouldn’t lose it all like this.

She learned to ride out the pulses, seizing her thoughts where they were interrupted and following their path forward. Never beaten back to the square one of looping pleasure from which she could never escape, but always building off what she had left. And yes, the image of Twilight who posed before her was very, very beautiful…

...So beautiful. The source of the pleasure…

But Adagio kept her thoughts, seized a new track. Let her give pleasure as Adagio’s slave, then! She would turn the tables and have this beautiful Twilight all to herself!

She focused hard on Twilight, drinking in the lust, fantasizing about adding the girl to her collection. Adagio would break her, mold her, force her to give this wonderful pleasure forever…

But then Twilight disappeared, and another came into sight.

Sunset Shimmer. The first to fall, the redheaded beauty, naked and smiling.

Adagio tensed. This was her chance. If the girl would but ungag her…

Their eyes met. Adagio gestured for the gag as best as she could.

Pulse, pleasure. Sunset Shimmer, so beautiful…

One sentence was all it would take. One command to knock out Twilight. Sunset could easily overcome their nerd captor, then free her rightful mistress. All would be as it should.

The lights spiraled behind her. Sunset crawled onto Adagio’s body. The brush of her tits sent tingles of electricity, and tiny gasps from the siren’s mouth.

She stopped at Adagio’s full breasts. She began licking, nibbling… Adagio’s back arched from the seat.

Then Sunset reached up, touched the gag… then drew back, smirking. She returned to the breast and took it into her mouth, sucking hard.

A high whine built in Adagio’s throat. She closed her eyes tightly, still seeing it all.

Then she opened them as a nasal giggle-snort sounded by her side.

“Oh no, did someone forget I can see her thoughts?”

Twilight crawled up and began licking her other nipple. An illusion of her hijacked mind – the real Twilight kept speaking in her ear.

“If it’s any consolation, I’m way, way too smart to have your minions here while I’m doing this. I just wanted to knock you off-balance. I don’t have all day, you know.”

Adagio whined into her gag as Twilight began to nibble. An illusion? It felt more than real, blasting her mind with pleasure and need. Twilight and Sunset gazed into her eyes as they licked and bit, and Adagio could not look away.

Pulse, pleasure.

So much pleasure. Couldn’t plan or focus.

Pulse, pleasure.

They saw her soul. They knew she was fading. But if Sunset would just undo her gag, maybe…

Pulse.

Adagio screamed, squirting out on the table. Seeing nothing but the colors, the girls at her tits. Especially the one who gave her so much pleasure.

Mistress Twilight.

Submit.

Obey.

Twilight changed their positions, taking a page out of the sirens’ own book. She locked and tied them in a curled triangle, each with their face chained between another’s legs. Each licked and nuzzled relentlessly, each murmured with every swallow and breath for air.

“Obey… Twilight… Obey… Twilight...”

Twilight’s phone buzzed. With trembling hands she took it out.

Sunset Shimmer. Twilight checked three times to ensure video was ‘off,’ stepped far from the sirens, and raised it to her ear.

“Hey, Twilight. Going okay?”

Twilight steadied her breaths as best as she could, adopting a calm tone. “All’s good. Better than that, even. Everyone’s gonna be so proud of you, Sunset.”

“What do you mean?”

Twilight pushed up her glasses, frowned as stickiness smudged the frames. “Because they’re enslaved, that means we can reform them! The villains are gonna be good guys, just like with you and me. You did it again, Sunset.”

“Hey now,” Sunset chuckled. “This one was mostly you. Take credit.”

“Sure.” Twilight’s head bobbed. “Oh! Come by tomorrow after school. I’ll need to run a few more experiments on you to help make sure the sirens become as enslaved and pleasured as you are.”

Sunset’s oft-hypnotized mind accepted the logic without pause. “Sure thing. See you later.”

Twilight hung up. She pulled over her computer chair and sprawled on it, kicking her legs wide. The sirens licked and chanted, and Twilight lazily began masturbating.

She tapped a button on her phone. “Experiment log: Project ‘Interception,’ day one, supplemental...”