Mistress Massage

There was no escape. Time and again, the hypnotic suggestions bid Rainbow and Pinkie to return. Always encouraged and helped by their friends. Remembering nothing but a pleasant massage, never questioning why they came back day after day.

Sunset had taken months of appointments to work down. Yet three weeks after Rainbow’s first visit and two after Pinkie’s, they spent a night side-by-side in the playroom and emerged new women. Serve, slave, worship.

The last wheel was in motion. Sunset had invited Princess Twilight over for a visit using their linked journals. She would come in two days.

Now, though, the sirens had something important to do. Not as important, mind you. But this all had been quite stressful, and each agreed a little party to unwind was fully in order.

Adagio sat on the playroom sofa with Sunset kneeling before her with head bowed. The ‘festivities’ were in full and noisy swing across the room, but she felt like a quiet corner and a little wine before resuming. With Sunset, of course, who had no greater purpose than to wait on her command.

Smiling with tipsy humor, Adagio placed her hand beneath the chin and tilted it upwards. She loved Sunset’s eyes – so bright and green. So determined, enthusiastic, heroic. She remembered the girl’s righteous glares and heroic grin when the sent the sirens to flight.

Now, those green eyes stared to her with utter devotion. Sunset’s breath hitched, and she quivered in Adagio’s hand.

“Thank you, Mistress,” Sunset said, relishing the mere touch of the goddess she worshiped and loved.

Sonata and Aria liked their rubber toys, but for Adagio, this was the biggest charge. She leaned down and kissed Sunset with an open mouth, tasting her own wine and sweets.

She panted a little on the parting. Adagio was not falling for her slaves, not in the slightest. They would be stolen from their little lives for however long the sirens remained, then discarded when they returned to Equestria. Nothing personal, one way or another.

But so, so hot.

The party went on around them. Her sisters’ latest silly game targeted Pinkie Pie, a new favorite of both. Chains raised her arms to the ceiling while straps cuffed her kneeling to the floor. Aria and Sonata prowled around with leather whips, taking turns swatting her all over: ass, feet, breasts, pussy, cheeks. Weighted chains tugged painfully from her pierced nipples, bouncing as she struggled in vain. A ring gag kept her mouth wide and drooling, muffling her pleas for more.

Having been the last to endure their cruel attentions, Rainbow was given a break for light duty. With a ball gag in mouth and heavy manacles allowing no more than a shuffled pace, she carried drinks and sex toys to be indulged at the others’ whims. A look, gesture, or call, and she got over as quickly and eagerly as she could. Anything for their attention and approval. Pinkie was so lucky!

Sonata circled her prey from atop Applejack’s back. The girl crawled blindfolded on her hands and knees, with her only directions being the tug of the reins in her mouth and Sonata’s whip. Dildos were lodged in her pussy and anus. Applejack moaned thoughtlessly, blindly trying to anticipate Sonata’s will – not to spare her own pain, but so her perfect goddess would be served.

Rarity and Fluttershy were forgotten for now, though not without entertainment. The sirens had jokingly ‘shipped’ them since their arrival, and now they sat painfully tied to a wooden horse. Their nipples were clamped together, forcing both to lean in. They frantically kissed, with arms tied behind and fluids leaking down the sharp angle of their seats. The sirens had told them to, and never told them to stop.

Adagio’s mature contentment didn’t last. She stood with a whoop, winning cheers from her sisters and rejoined the fun. At her command, Sunset rammed her toes into Pinkie’s mouth while Adagio took the biggest dildo from Rainbow’s tray and slid it up the jiggling ass.

Then it was Sunset’s turn, and Adagio’s style. No silly toys needed, she knelt before the sirens, worshiping them with her green eyes, open mouth, and extended tongue. They masturbated, squirting their juice on her, laughing as they competed to hit the mouth. Most landed on her face and hair. Then one by one they got her friends to do the same. Pinkie’s cum ran down her nose, while Rainbow’s shot low onto her breasts. The sirens cheered each one and drank a mocking toast to Sunset Shimmer – such a noble and dignified hero.

Adagio loved domination, and Sonata was sadistic. Aria was a bit more of a generalist and so picked humiliation as their next game. Each Rainboom had their ankles locked, arms tied behind, and were collared. She leashed one to another so they could only shuffle in single file, then with her swinging gem hypnotized them once more. She gagged and blindfolded them, then told them to believe they were never hypnotized and to act as they were before. The sirens held in their laughter once she snapped them awake – the muffled questions, the frightened mewls, the defiant growls. What fun!

Aria yanked at the first leash, and they all stumbled forwards. First Sunset, then all her idiot friends. With each leashed both in front and behind, they could only blindly follow as she led them like a train. When any stopped or resisted Adagio and Sonata were there, whipping the ass and tits. The sirens mocked and teased them, tripping one or another to bring them crashing down. Aria sped up, forcing their stumbling gait faster then slowed abruptly so they bumped and stumbled.

Their addled wills were no match, and neither was the new hypnosis. By the third circuit, they all shuffled along obediently with bowed heads.

Then came Sonata’s turn, and her new toy: a wall of boxes for them to slide into, so small they had to kneel tightly to get inside. Holes in the boxes trapped and exposed their ass, crotch, and feet, and blocked off the rest. Nothing outside but six sex toys, ready for breaking.

The sirens went mad – slapping, tickling, licking, stroking, grabbing. Muffled cries, laughs, and shouts could be heard inside. Itching oil painted precious anuses and between toes, sending poor victims to helpless twitching. The sirens rubbed feet with oils, sensitizing them for whatever came next – slapping, tickling, or a hotfoot. Lucky ones got fucked with dildos, others had ice cubes shoved in their pussies.

Sonata didn’t stop until she had fucked them all with her strap-on. And at Aria’s command, the Rainbooms chanted.

“Thank you mistress. Thank you mistress. Thank you mistress...”

They were grateful. They were obeying the sirens, and giving them pleasure. All was well.

The sirens took a little break after that, refreshing their spirits with snacks and wine. Generously, Adagio allowed the slaves to do the same, and the sirens settled on the couch with all six Rainbooms lined up before them. They kneeled at Adagio’s command, and stared into her blue gem as she waved it before their eyes.

“What are you gonna do?” Sonata asked.

“I’m going to be nice,” Adagio purred. “We’ve all but won. We can be magnanimous.”

There wasn’t a magnanimous bone in Adagio’s body, and her sisters knew. She was a manipulator – she didn’t just want slaves, or even her powers back. There was nothing better for her than to take these mighty heroes and twist them around into something else entirely.

“Watch the gem… you know how this works. Watch it swing, watch it sway… listen to Mistress and fall deeply into a trance…”

Their eyes glazed. Their mouths hung slack. Yes, they were already slaves, but why stop there?

“It gives you such pleasure to be a slave. Such sexual pleasure to submit, to obey, to surrender utterly. There is nothing better, no greater pleasure than to be enslaved, mesmerized, brainwashed. Serving your mistresses gives you such pleasure… pleasure… pleasure. You live to obey us, to serve us, to please us. It makes you so happy. So fulfilled… obey the sirens. Worship the sirens. Slave to the sirens.”

“Now pleasure the sirens, and pleasure each other.”

Bodies tangled, from the sofa to the many cushions lying around. Adagio lost herself in it, sucking, licking, and kissing whatever found her mouth. Slaves and sirens moaned, intertwined, twisting and turning and fucking until the sun rose in the sky.

“Sorry I’m late,” Sunset said. It was a long, sleepless night, but she managed a catnap in the break room. Good thing it was a weekend.

No need to tell Human-Twilight, of course. The sirens didn’t need her.

At least the girl didn’t seem annoyed. Clad in her lab-coat and glasses, Twilight wore a perky smile as she held the door for Sunset to come in. She prattled happily, guiding Sunset to her basement and laboratory.

“It’s fine, it’s fine! There were some adjustments needed. Anyway: you know how brainwaves are basically just electrical signals, right?”

Sunset vaguely remembered hearing something like that. “Yes?”

“Yes!” Twilight cheered, breezily walking ahead. “We think of the brain as mysterious and mystic, but if it’s just electricity it can be affected with magnets, pulses, counter-shocks… I mean, um, magnets! Do you know what this means?”

“That I’m about to be electrocuted,” Sunset mumbled. Again.

“No-no, I learned my lesson last time,” Twilight said. Sunset gave a noncommittal grunt.

At the bottom of the basement steps, Twilight seized a needlessly-ominous lever and pulled, turning on the lights. Dank concrete gave way instantly to a cavernous lair of science and wonder.

“What it means is that we can give paralyzed people a way to communicate! By directly transmitting ideas to the brain using matching electrical patterns, information can be given to even the unconscious and deaf. And if those patterns can be read, it would let those who can’t speak or move say something back.”

“Whoa, that is really neat.” Sunset was a do-gooder and rapidly found herself absorbing Twilight’s enthusiasm. Something like that could do a lot of good for a lot of people. Definitely worth a little electrocution.

The positive feelings, however, came to a cold hard wall upon seeing the contraption.

“Twilight?”

Twilight finally turned, smiling back with eyes closed being her glasses. “Yes?”

“Why does it have… straps?”

The device honestly looked terrifying. The reclined leather seat seemed functional if not comfortable, but there were attached straps meant clearly to buckle someone down, and a metal colander pot of weird science aimed for the head. It looked more like an electric chair than a medical revolution.

“Those are just for safety,” Twilight said, still smiling. “We’re dealing with controlled electrical signals so there’s a chance they could trigger muscle movement and flail a limb.”

Sunset breathed a long blow out. “Alright, I guess. I’m trusting you, Sci-Twi.”

The girl flinched. If Sunset didn’t know better she’d have thought Twilight looked guilty… probably just nervous.

The expression passed, and Twilight gave a determined nod. “You can trust me. You girls mean the world to me.”

That was enough for Sunset. She climbed on, relaxing as Twilight strapped her down. Honestly it felt a little nostalgic – her brainwashing was a hazy, pleasured mess, but she remembered being tied to a table not much different from this.

Thoughts of that and her mistresses hitched Sunset’s breath. She squirmed, but firmly reminded herself to stay in the present. She wasn’t supposed to fantasize about them when she was away. That lead to distractions and questions. The best way to serve the sirens was to act normally.

Once the limbs were tied, Twilight folded the main device over Sunset’s head like a helmet and strapped it in place. Sunset heard a faint buzz… but not through her ears. Like she was imagining it.

Twilight sat at a computer by her head, totally out of Sunset’s sight. “Ready?”

Sunset shrugged. “Ready.”

Unseen, Twilight’s lips formed “Sorry,” and she pushed a button.

“Did anything change?” Twilight asked, clicking over to a notepad app. Just because she was about to do something profoundly unethical was no reason not to take notes.

“Um...” The camera on the helmet let her see Sunset squint. “So, there was a buzzing in my head and it just got… not louder, but thicker?”

“The helmet is making a current parallel to your wave patterns,” Twilight said. There were a few more steps than that, but it was the short version. “In theory I should be able to see what you’re thinking, but it’s all a jumble now because the human brain is always thinking of multiple things at once. I’m going to ask you to clear your mind and try to focus on the words I say.”

She swallowed, eyes on the screen. “Ahem… pencil.”

It worked. Pictures from Sunset’s brain flashed on the monitor. Yellow pencils, pink erasers, writing assignments, school days… of course, the mind naturally moved from one topic to the next.

“Cat… book…”

One, then the other. This invention really was groundbreaking, or would have been if Twilight intended to go public with it.

“Apple.”

Red apple. Green apple. Applejack.

Applejack naked and bound, forced to bend while cruel hands spanked her.

“Do… do you see anything?” Sunset called nervously.

Twilight lied calmly, tapping notes on her app. “No, it’s very grainy. I have an idea, though.”

She tapped a little more.

Sunset blinked, then opened her eyes to something else. Circles of blue in yellow in blue stole away the lab, pooling up in her vision then going past. Blue, yellow, blue, yellow…

“Wha...”

“I just sent my own signal your way,” Twilight said. “What do you see?”

“Like I’m… like I’m going down a tunnel of colors.”

“Try to focus on it. It will help make the images clear by removing distractions.”

“Twilight, I don’t think–”

“Focus.”

Twilight clicked a new button with the word.

Like cut power, Sunset’s thoughts went to zero. She tried to recover, but there was no anchor, no reality to reclaim. Nothing but blue in yellow in blue, going deeper… deeper…

No thoughts. A placid pool, utterly still save for the ripples of Twilight’s words.

“Rarity.”

Words and pictures appeared on Twilight’s screen. Fashionista. Friend. Memories of them at the camping trip together. Memories of them licking the same yellow pussy, with collars around their necks.”

“Adagio.”

Sunset’s paralyzed mind gave no protest. Mistress. Goddess. Serve, submit, slave. Obey the sirens. Please and pleasure the sirens.

Twilight gazed stoically to the poof-haired woman leering out from the screen. She took off her glasses, pinched the bridge of her nose, then placed them back on.

She typed in the next words, feeding a question directly to Sunset’s brain. Just like how she fed lights directly into her optic nerve and paralyzed her insight, trapping Sunset in entranced fascination.

“What are the sirens?”

Words and images told the story, even full sentences. A band battle, a wrongful defeat. The sirens were goddesses to be worshiped. Enslave the Rainbooms to make it right. Slavery brought them pleasure.

Twilight saw the dangling gem, the images of Sunset’s own pleasured and cum-stained face. She saw Pinkie Pie tricked and Applejack kidnapped, Rainbow mindless and masturbating, Fluttershy massaged and chanting obedience. Then she saw them strapped nude to tables, converted into something else…

Twilight yanked her hand from her crotch. She wiped it awkwardly to her lab coat, feeling a bit of stickiness remain.

She slapped and smooshed both her cheeks. “Focus.”

“Why?” she typed.

Sunset knew. They deserved their powers back. Powers the Rainbooms wrongfully sealed. With all six plus the princess of friendship, they would use the Elements of Harmony and return the sirens to glory.

‘Pony Twilight.’ Twilight had only met her once. Tomorrow she would come to the parlor, be massaged, pampered, and enslaved.

Twilight settled back in her chair, arms crossed and mouth in a pensive frown.

It had been a long few months of theory, invention, and careful silence. Watching her friends spend ever-more time at that Potemkin village of a massage parlor no one else could ever access. It all made sense now, and knowing made it less scary.

But what to do…?

Twilight paced around the front to check on Sunset. Her eyes stared unseeing ahead, mouth open. The visuals and electric frequency gripped her mind with scientific perfection, leaving it an open book before Twilight.

Open… but could it be changed? Mind-control to counter mind-control? Twilight would have to try.

A quick check of her vitals showed Sunset in perfect health.

...Strapped down. Vulnerable. Like in all those sexy scenes Twilight just watched. She swallowed hard.

For science, she pulled up Sunset’s skirt. A familiar odor greeted her, and the sight of stained panties.

Yes, that made sense. Sunset’s hyper-fixated mind was told to think of the object of her enslaved devotion. It made sense for Sunset to cum.

Science established. Twilight quickly folded the skirt down and returned to her post.

Her hands shook, and she felt a bit of cold wetness in her underwear.

Focus! Twilight typed in a few commands. The buzzing in Sunset’s brain grew louder.

Thoughts were ultimately just electricity and connections. Twilight could change their path. New thoughts, new ideas, new priorities.

“Betray the sirens.”

Nothing showed on the screen but a short burst of static. Twilight typed in the command again, and again it came blurred.

She fidgeted with her glasses, tapping in notes with one hand. Of course. Hypnotized for weeks and then brainwashed for days… Sunset’s neural routes regarding the sirens were set in stone, secured by insidious and endless reinforcement. She literally could not think about betraying them.

Twilight could overwhelm that… no, no she couldn’t. The sirens had worked their will over many sessions, planting hooks deep within Sunset’s brain. Rip out those pathways and the girl could become a vegetable or worse.

Take it slow? Research mundane hypnosis, use the sirens’ own tactics to undo their work?

No time. They would have the last piece under their thumb tomorrow. Twilight had no way of warning the princess without Sunset’s help, no real idea of how to interfere without revealing her hand to the sirens. One nerd against both the sirens and all her friends sounded like a quick way to join their enslavement – if the sirens even cared to keep her.

Tomorrow. Although there likely was a little more time, as the sirens would have to work Princess Twilight fully under their thrall. And given the scenes in Sunset’s memories, odds were good they’d take time to celebrate before getting to business.

But those things couldn’t be counted on. The sirens might win tomorrow, which means Twilight needed to act now.

And do what? She settled back in the chair, eyes closed, letting her thoughts chase round and round. Couldn’t risk hurting her friends. Couldn’t risk the sirens catching on to her. Maybe she could figure out a way to warn Princess Twilight, but what happened then? Her friends would still be slaves to succubi, and would know their secret had leaked.

...Slaves to succubi…

Sunset’s cum-stained face drifted in Twilight’s mind, looking up to her with an open mouth. Twilight shuffled, feeling a fresh tingle between her legs.

She grimaced, squeezing her eyes closed tighter. “Come on, Twilight. Don’t think about your six hot friends being brainwashed into depraved sexual slavery...”

“...Dammit.”

Bullying at Crystal Prep had made Twilight terminally shy, but years of unmonitored internet access left her perpetually horny.

Well. A little break would help her think, or so she told herself.

She righted herself in the chair, spreading her legs as she typed in the words, “Rainboom slaves.”

Sunset’s memories played across the screen. Six naked friends, chained and bowed, led along on a leash.

Twilight’s fingers slipped past her underwear and began to pump.

She saw Sunset lick down a thrashing, tickled AJ, saw the girl’s great strength shatter to submission. Fluttershy and Rarity mouth-fucked two sirens, moaning with pleasure themselves. Aria massaged and hypnotized Pinkie, instructed her to get piercings, and then she returned with gold hoops in each fat pink nipple.

Twilight panted. Her slick fingers worked harder, faster.

Sunset sat chained in a corner with her foot strapped to her face, frantically licking it. For hours. All because Mistress Sonata had commanded it. Rainbow’s firm swimmer’s abs heaved as she was brainwashed, strapped to a table with no way out. Applejack’s gem-like green eyes met Twilight’s with a blank, happy smile as she sat wrapped in a towel, while a siren whispered in each ear...

So sexy. So much pleasure…

Twilight’s breath hitched. Her gaze shot straight up, and her orgasm stained her white panties.

She smirked.

“Got it.”