Mistress Massage

Sunset didn’t remember how long she had been coming to Mistress Massage. The sessions all felt the same, but so very, very good. Entering that door felt so right, so natural, that no reason or excuse was needed. Like breathing or sleeping: something that she simply did.

Through the door, the melodies played across her senses. Dim purple, spiced incense, heady flowers. A place to ‘Relax and obey.’ Adagio had hung her blue gem on the wall, and it caught Sunset’s eyes.

Her breathing slowed. Her steps became small, carrying her unsteadily to Mistress Sonata’s desk.

Sonata stood up, naked save her robe. The time for disarming fake glasses was gone. “Look at you! You’re doing so well.”

“Thank you, Mistress.” Sunset mumbled. Her mouth hung open.

Sonata stepped close and kissed her hard, pushing her tongue past Sunset’s lips. Sunset yielded utterly, accepting it with neither resistance nor reciprocation. Her glazed eyes fluttered as Sonata drew back – growing more relaxed, more compliant.

The blue siren gave a high-pitch giggle. “Completely zonked. Completely unaware of what’s happening, of who you shouldn’t have messed with. You’re lucky we’re nice: harpies or furies would have cut off your pretty head, but we have so many better uses for it. Now follow me.”

Sunset followed. The world was a haze. She did not see them pass an open door, did not see Rarity and Fluttershy lying naked as they were massaged by the other sirens. Did not hear the words, “Drop… drop…”

“Do you remember that?” Sonata asked. Sunset did not. “That’s beginner stuff, Sunslut. You don’t even need that to become hypnotized anymore. All that’s left is to take you so fucking deep your whole mind becomes ours.”

She opened a door marked ‘employees only’ and beckoned Sunset inside. “Won’t that be fun? Sunset the goodie-goodie, Sunset the straight-A reformed teacher’s pet. Who also just-so happens to be a brainwashed slut, helping us break her friends until all of you are our adoring slaves. If you do a really good job, we might just keep you after our powers are back.”

Sonata was talking to herself – Sunset understood nothing that was not a command.

The room was dim and warm, with hung flowers giving their pleasant aromas. Two rows of three massage tables flanked their entry, lined and facing each other like an honor-guard. Other furniture sat near the back which Sunset did not see: a dancing pole, wooden horse, and a thin table with spread-eagle bars.

At Sonata’s command, Sunset stripped and laid on one of the massage tables, face-up. Sonata pulled leather belts from its side and strapped her down: a dozen of them across her body, locking in each joint and limb.

“This’ll get a little… intense,” Sonata said with a silky grin. “There’s always a chance you’ll snap out, and I sure ain’t babysitting you the whole time. Besides, it’s kinky and fun.”

She pursed her lips. “But wait, before we do this: you did tell the others you were sleeping over with Rarity, right?”

“Yes,” Sunset intoned. She had followed her commands from last session. Just like all the others.

Sonata fit a ball-gag into her mouth and strapped it around her head. “Good. We have to get waaaaaay deep to corrupt the conscious mind, but sixteen hours of brainwashing ought to do it.”

A black leather blindfold went over her eyes, and large headphones gripped on to her ears. Sunset did not hear the match strike, though smelled the incense. She laid relaxed and thoughtless in her restraints.

She did not hear the lights turn off, or the door close.

Silence fell. Minutes, an hour? It had no meaning to Sunset. Her entranced mind simply waited for instruction.

Instruction came: a voice in the darkness. Mistress Adagio.

“Relax.”

Then Aria and Sonata.

“Drop.”

“Obey.”

Familiar commands. Sunset followed them.

“Deeper.”

“Deeper.”

“A hundred times deeper with each word.”

That was new. But Sunset obeyed. Nothing lodged in her conscious mind, or even the focused awareness she had in trance. Each word sent her spinning down, more relaxed, more obedient, yet each one latched in her psyche. They were her mistresses’ words, and she obeyed.

“Relax”

“Obey.”

“Drop.”

Aria and Sonata began singing faintly, soft like a feather. Wordless sounds, giving background to Adagio’s words.

“Obey the sirens… obey the sirens… obey the sirens...”

Over, over, and over. Sunset twitched in her bonds. Arousal had found her body, though her mind knew nothing.

Adagio’s voice grew stern, commanding, coming through both earphones. So beautiful. “Slave to the sirens… slave to the sirens… slave to the sirens…”

“Worship the sirens,” Aria whispered in her left ear.

“Slave to the sirens...”

“Serve the sirens,” Sonata whispered in her right.

“Slave to the sirens...”

“Worship the sirens...”

“Slave to the sirens...”

The words washed over Sunset. A hundred times deeper with each. No time or space, no feeling but the worshipful, loving submission within her breast. Slave to the sirens… slave to the sirens…

Minutes, hours. Hours of the gentle songs and stern, repeated commands. Sometimes they spoke out of tempo, giving clarity to the mantras.

“This is you,” Adagio said. A hundred times deeper with each word. “This is who you are. You are a slave to the sirens.”

“Serve the sirens.”

“You love us,” Sonata whispered. Sunset did. Sonata’s lips appeared in her mind’s eyes and she squirt fluids to the table in a full-on orgasm. She didn’t notice.

Aria spoke on the other side. “You serve the sirens with your holes, your body, your mind. There is no part of you that does not serve, obey, and worship the sirens.”

“Slave to the sirens...”

The mantra returned. A hundred times deeper with each word.

Minutes, hours more. Washing Sunset’s mind deeper, deeper, and deeper. Even her conscience was helpless, the locked awareness and memories falling deeper, deeper under control. Her body squirmed incessantly, flexing the toes, grasping the air, parting the legs as much as it could. Juices flowed. Her mind knew nothing.

“You were wrong to oppose us.”

She was. “You will make it right. You will help us enslave the Rainbooms and Princess Twilight Sparkle. Then you will use the Elements of Harmony to unlock and return our powers.”

“You will do this because you are a brainwashed, helpless, slave of the sirens.”

Deeper… endlessly deeper. Made more true, more permanent with each word. Sunset’s entranced mind welcomed the change, and soon she would need to be entranced no more. No more massages, no floating gem. The sirens made her feel so good. Now it was time to return the favor. By tricking her friends. By serving the sirens with mouth, with holes, with everything. Licking their southern lips, pampering their bodies. Doing whatever they command, the instant they command it.

Because she was slave of the sirens. Worship the sirens. Obey the sirens. Her mouth moaned through the gag.

All evening, and though the night. There was no escape, no resistance, no chance. The sirens had laid the groundwork well. Just as they were doing for Rarity and Fluttershy. Just as they would do for the others.

They woke and untied her the next morning. Sunset fell to her knees before them, and Mistress Adagio gave her next command.

Polar opposites though they were, Twilight Sparkle felt closer with Applejack than the other Rainbooms. Maybe it was because of how well the girl treated her at the Friendship Games – Applejack coached her in archery to help Crystal Prep, sacrificing her own victory so Twilight wouldn’t be humiliated. She was great like that. Someone Twilight could trust to not laugh, no matter the stupid, silly things Twilight had to say.

She could feel Applejack’s eyes upon her, and stared firmly to her lap. Stupid, silly.

And yet…

“I know it’s weird,” Twilight squeaked a little too loudly. At least the library was empty. “But that’s just it. It’s weird.”

Applejack crossed her arms. The math homework in front of her was forgotten, but the obvious was the first thing she said. “Eh, they found a new spa. So what? Rarity and Fluttershy are spa rats, and if Sunset made friends with the owner then good for her.”

Twilight had thought about it for a while. “They’re not just going, Applejack. They love it. Even Sunset, and she’s not a spa fan at all. She told me about it once, something about her survival instincts really not liking someone at her back.”

“Twi, it’s a bad spa that don’t make you feel like a million bucks. No choice, given how much they charge.”

“That’s another thing,” Twilight said. It sounded so stupidly paranoid, but she pressed on. “They’re not being charged. When I asked about the prices thinking I might check it out, both Rarity and Sunset said they had never paid for anything. Something about the workers killing time on slow days. That’s like two-hundred dollars per session this so-called business is missing out on.”

“‘So-called?’” Applejack asked.

Twilight pushed up her glasses. “I borrowed their card from Sunset. The phone number doesn’t work, and neither does the website. When I Yelp them I see people complaining that they’re appointments-only and are too over-booked to accept new ones. I couldn’t find a review from anyone who had actually gotten a massage.”

Twilight glanced to Applejack, and in those green eyes she saw neither amusement nor condescending comfort. Applejack looked back at her evenly, the brow furrowed in guarded worry.

“The folks there… their names mean anything to you?”

Twilight shrugged. “Adagio, Sonata, and one other? Not really.”

“The last is Aria.” Applejack squinted and growled low, glaring into the distance. She leaned back and wiped a hand over her face. “Same, I guess. Just… I swear I’ve heard of them before. Like a name from first grade or something; something that you remember but also forgot.”

“Not for me, sorry.” Twilight shrugged again.

“Probably nothing,” Applejack grumbled. She took off her hat and began fidgeting with it. “Same with this, honestly. Maybe you got an old card, and the ladies there just took a shine to our three.”

She didn’t look convinced. Too many contradictions and missing pieces.

Applejack looked down to her hat. “Now that you mention it...”

She took a deep breath, in and out. “Sunset caught up with me. Said they gave her a promotional coupon for being such a good customer. She could give it to a friend, said it’d work for any service on their menu.”

The eyes shifted, looking out. “She said it was to help drum up business, because they were still getting on their feet. Of course I told her ‘look Sunset, that ain’t my rodeo,’ but she kinda kept trying until I gave in and took it.”

Applejack blinked and sighed, pushing out tension. She smiled at Twilight, almost free of worry. Almost.

“I see where you’re coming from. But we gotta remember it’s a straight-up fact that everything that goes down on this Earth has a reason, and most are simple and innocent once you shine a light on it.”

The gaze shifted over, the mouth closing tightly before going on. “Most, anyway. Tell you what: Sunset broke her bike last month so she’s been busing to her froo-froo massage thing. I’ll offer to drive her next time, then make like I’m just waiting for her to get done. You know, hang out, poke around a little. See how the place smells for myself.”

Twilight nodded, but grimaced a little. “Okay. Just, um, do me a favor and don’t let them do anything with you. Appease my paranoia.”

Applejack nodded, and Twilight caught herself. “Oh. Um, do you think we should warn Rainbow and Pinkie?”

“About what?” Applejack asked. Twilight shrugged once more, and Applejack mirrored. “Let me go and we’ll talk on it after the trip. If there ain’t nothing to see, there ain’t nothing to see.”