Mistress Massage

There was a chance, however low, that Princess Twilight would be a harder catch than the sirens hoped. They had no idea how ‘human’ she was when she came over, or if her alicorn magic rendered her immune to their past illusions. She might recognize them if given a chance.

So she wouldn’t be.

Rarity left her phone on, per their commands. The sirens gathered at the desk as her voice caterwauled over the sound of the car.

“It’s an incredible experience, darling! You’ll feel like a new woman by the time she’s done.”

Adagio’s phone sat on the day planner, carrying the conversation. Response came as a nasal, annoying voice they had not heard for many months.

“This is so exciting! I’ve never had a massage in my human body before. Do you think they’ll let me take notes?”

Rarity gave a melodic laugh. “Ask for yourself! Sunset Shimmer works for them, and I think she’s the only one there today. We’ll have the place to ourselves.”

Aria watched the parking lot through the window. “Showtime, girls. They just pulled in.”

“Time for us to head to the back room.” Adagio stretched, smirking confidently as she collected her phone.

Clad in her robe, Sunset smiled up at her from the desk. Their eyes met, and Adagio gave a light chuckle. “Any questions, slave?”

“No, Mistress,” Sunset said eagerly. “I won’t disappoint you.”

“Remember the plan,” Adagio coached, and led her sisters through the back hall and into the playroom. They hunched over the phone, eagerly listening as the trap slowly sprung.

Adagio crowed silently. This was a rare and fun treat – she had never heard Sunset talk to her friends before. Not like this, so perfectly brainwashed yet also so perfectly normal. Hi Twilight, how ya doing, yep I got a job here. Covering for the sirens as her second nature, seeing absolutely no conflict between being Twilight’s friend and setting her up for a fall.

She guided Twilight to a massage room, the very one where Sunset was first hypnotized. Poetic. Twilight didn’t question her instructions to strip and lay face-down.

Sunset stepped outside the room while Twilight got herself ready. It was the sirens’ cue. Each turned to the others in the playroom – five nude Rainbooms, standing at attention. Rarity had just finished stripping.

“Everyone ready?” Sonata asked.

They answered as one. “Yes, Mistress.”

With the sirens in the lead, they all padded to the hall where Sunset waited. Sunset opened the door a crack, peeked inside, then gave a thumbs-up.

Silently, the sirens entered behind her.

And there she was – Princess Twilight, face-down with naked butt to the air. Of course the pony wouldn’t think anything of a little nudity. Her straight purple hair was her only cover, resting all the way to her shoulder blades.

“Hi Twilight,” Sunset said. “I’m back. Ready to get started?”

The sirens fanned out, still utterly without a sound. Sonata lit incense, Aria laid hot cloths on their rack. Adagio and Sunset approached the prey from either side.

Adagio leered, drinking in the girl with her eyes. Twilight’s figure was nothing special. No ass, no hips, small breasts. Didn’t matter. She was cute enough, and knowing exactly what she was – and what happened next – was all the charge Adagio could ever want.

Sunset leaned in close to Twilight’s head. “We’ll start with your neck.”

Of course, they couldn’t trust an amateur to do it right. Sunset was the bait and nothing more. Adagio’s practiced fingers reached around and began rubbing softly.

It was fun to start with the neck. Not too sensitive, barely erotic. Knead in a bit of her special oil, getting them used to the touch and feeling…

Before moving down to the shoulders and blowing their minds.

Her hands slipped to each side and dug deep where the neck met the chest. The pressure and sudden release of tension pushed a shaking breath from Twilight’s mouth. She moaned cutely as Adagio pulled back, scrunching in her little butt and trembling across her body.

“Got some tension, there?” Sunset asked in an amused tone.

“I guess so. Pony necks are a lot more flexible so I guess I’m not used to ooooofff...”

Adagio’s next rub stole her train of thought. The siren put more oil onto her hands and resumed, depositing the mind-melting concoction right into Twilight’s weak spot.

“What’s the liquid?” Twilight asked, catching her breath. “It seems to have a heating effect like methyl salicylate or one of its derivatives, but I also feel an ongoing pressure so there must be some interaction with the nerves or dermal layer which...”

“It’s a massage, Twilight.” Sunset’s lower voice broke through with a chuckle. “You can read the labels later. What you need to do now is relax.”

“So relax,” Sunset added. Twilight obediently fell silent.

“Relax.”

“Relax.”

Simple instructions to encourage relaxation and provide white noise against distraction. Twilight understood the purpose of Sunset’s repetition. It was for her own sake.

So she relaxed. Twilight closed her eyes, feeling the delightful sensation move to the upper arms, then small of her back. She never cared much for massages, but this was something new and wonderful. Maybe human bodies were more sensitive, maybe hands could squeeze and rub muscles in ways even the most skilled hooves could not.

Maybe it was the oil. Hot pressure remained wherever it touched, letting echoes of each rub blossom her relaxed contentment.

“Relax.”

Soft and firm, Sunset’s hands gripped her butt. Twilight thought nothing of it. Ponies wore long tails for modesty, but odd peeks were inevitable and nothing to be shy of. She didn’t even mind when Sunset spread her cheeks wide. All part of the massage, of course, and it felt so good.

She had no idea Adagio pulled the ass wide for Sonata to snap a picture with her phone.

An oil-wet finger slipped between the cheeks, rubbing her tailbone before drifting lower…

Twilight’s breath caught as the finger touched her anus, and firmly pushed in. Her toes scrunched and her back tried to rise, though a hand held her down.

“Sunset, what…?”

“Relax,” Sunset coached with melodic calm. “This is what a massage on Earth is like. It feels good, doesn’t it?”

“It… does,” Twilight conceded. A heavy sigh broke the words as still more tension fled her body. The oil on her ponut felt so hot, so good. Sunset’s finger pushed it inside, kneading the heavenly feeling into every fold and crease. Twilight instinctively began lifting her ass, but another hand held it down.

She blinked, suddenly confused. A hand on her back, her butt, and inside her?

Her eyes rolled back as Sunset’s next push flooded her with warm pleasure. But still she tried to look back, more curious than alarmed.

Another hand held her head, keeping her face down. Twilight tried to form a question, but it was somehow hard to speak.

Fortunately, answer came from her side. “Twilight, darling! You must let Sunset work. She’s been practicing for a long time and is quite eager to impress.”

Rarity… right. She must have come in with Sunset. Was this normal for humans, to have friends wander in for an intimate massage?

Then again, this was Twilight’s limited ‘hang-out’ time with the girls, so it made sense for them to spend as much time together as they could. Maybe there was another reason… maybe. Twilight didn’t care to think on it. The world was hazy, warm and good, her thoughts in sedated bliss with a low burn of pleasure. Questions could wait.

She breathed out in a hum, content to once more fall into thoughtlessness.

“Relax.”

Yes.

Rarity whispered, close enough to tickle the edge of her ear.

“Pleasure.”

Sunset finally changed position, rubbing down Twilight’s glutes and thighs. But the feeling in her ponut remained, sending Twilight to low, slow pants.

She saw Rarity’s bare feet beneath the table. When did she take off her socks? Then she felt something brush against her head, and an elastic blindfold pull down over her eyes.

“It enhances the senses, dearie.” Rarity explained. “Without your sight, your touch becomes that much more sensitive.”

Underscoring the point, she pushed her fingers into the base of Twilight’s neck just as Sunset squeezed her calves. Two incredible sensations at once, and Twilight accepted the change without protest.

Out of her sight, it was really Adagio at the calves and Aria on the shoulders. Sonata placed a new incense beneath the table, right under Twilight’s blindfolded face. The girl breathed it in, noticing only a pleasant, flowery smell come to the air. A strong hypnotic, clouding her thoughts and better judgment.

Sonata watched for a few breaths, making sure the girl did not react. She gave the others a tight grin and stepped over to an extra ornament on the desk.

A metronome. She pulled back the pendulum and let go, releasing a slow, steady tic into the room.

Adagio had reached the feet. She cupped with one hand and used two fingers to push firmly into the sole.

Twilight squeaked, but the noise faded rather than stopped. A long, slow ‘eeeeee,’ that fell like a spent balloon. Her body shivered.

Her mind was blown. Pony hooves were hard, and with a few rare exceptions (like Rainbow Dash) had a very mute sense of touch. Feet, it seems, were another matter. The sensation of their massage was electric, an utterly alien feeling Twilight had no reference for, no idea how to handle. Was she always this sensitive? Or was it the wonderful oil being rubbed into her foot?

She could think on it later. Such a strange mix of feelings – she felt heavy and warm, swaddled in a blanket and unable to move. But she also felt light and airy, drifting in the floral scent and rhythmic tic. So hard to think, nigh-impossible to move.

Hands took her other foot, one holding it steady while the other pushed. Both soles at once now, with Rarity still working on her back and shoulders.

...Three sets of hands? But the ticking went on, and Twilight felt lighter and lighter, heavier and heavier. Why question it, when she felt so good?

An answer came, silencing what little doubt she held. Fluttershy’s meek voice came from her foot. “Um… does it feel good, Twilight?”

“Yeh,” Twilight moaned. She didn’t think to close the ‘s’ on her ‘yes.’

“I’m glad,” Fluttershy said. Of course, it was really Sonata doing the massage. “You feel good.”

“You feel relaxed,” Sunset said.

“You feel happy,” Rarity intoned by her head.

“You feel good,” Fluttershy murmured.

The three cycled their lines, while the metronome ticked on behind the words. All the while the sirens worked – hands and feet, neck and legs, back and glutes. Layers and layers of oil and gentle rubs.

Adagio gestured a wordless command. Rainbow Dash spread Twilight’s ass open, and Applejack brought down her head and began slowly licking the puckered anus.

Twilight’s breath became heavy with pleasure. Questions half-formed in her mind, but were lost in the flowery fog and droning words.

“You feel relaxed… you feel happy… you feel good...”

“Trust us,” Rainbow said gently.

The mantra went on in the background. Rarity spoke into Twilight’s ear, though it did not sound like Rarity.

“We are your friends, and we know what’s best for you.”

Twilight only half-understood the words, but she took them to heart. She trusted her friends without question. Even when she wasn’t so relaxed. So happy. The pleasure from her anus was a distant feeling, muted by her own relaxation yet adding to the orchestra of sensation across her body.

“Relax… happy… good… trust…”

The rubbing and licking stopped. Twilight didn’t notice. Her friend’s voices went on, muffled by the floral haze.

She felt hands take hold and turn her to lie on her back. A pillow slid beneath her head. Four ‘clicks’ sounded from beneath the table, then sounded again on each side of her. Gentle hands stretched her arms and legs wide into a spread-eagle. They rested against padded surfaces spread out from the table, then were tied in place by soft silk bonds.

“This is part of the massage,” Sunset assured her from the darkness.

“So relax,” another voice said. A strange voice, but Twilight didn’t worry. Her friends were here. She trusted them. She was relaxed… happy…

Her mind naturally fell into the mantra, forgetting all about the new voice. “Relax… happy… good… obey…”

Practiced hands resumed the massage. Oil and fingers on her hands, legs, breasts.

And tongues. Applejack and Pinkie Pie ran theirs along her breasts, ranging from the armpits to the nipples with single-mindless dedication. Rarity dipped her tongue into the belly button, while Sunset lapped at the moistening pussy. Rainbow and Fluttershy each took a foot, licking up each sole and suckling at the toes.

Their mouths were busy, but the sirens took up the droning. Twilight didn’t notice.

“Relax.”

“Happy.”

“Obey.”

“Your friends are here.”

“We make you feel good.”

“Trust.”

“Obey.”

“Relax.”

“Pleasure.”

“So much pleasure...”

They stepped away from the massage, leaving the slaves to keep licking. Such a treat to watch the great
Princess Twilight in her current state. Tongue lolling, eyebrows furrowed beneath her blindfold, utterly lost to pleasure. Only the most feeble pulls at her restraints. She didn’t even know they were there.

“Pleasure.”

“Submit.”

“Pleasure.”

“Obey.”

“Pleasure...”

Aria and Sonata began repeating after each other, positioning themselves on each side of Twilight’s ears, whispering so close her ears got goosebumps.

Adagio skillfully crawled on top, spreading her legs to straddle Twilight and kneel down over her. Her large breasts overwhelmed Twilight’s, and the girl gasped as her oil-slick nipples brushed to Adagio’s.

The siren stroked her cheek gently. Adagio cupped Twilight’s chin, closing her mouth, and kissed her upon the lips.

Then, still gripping her chin, Adagio reached up and pulled off the blindfold.

The purple eyes met hers with confusion. The barest hints of surprise and fear bubbled up through her pleasured breaths.

“You...”

“Hush,” Adagio said with honeyed kindness. Their noses touched, with Adagio directly above. “Hush, and look into my eyes.”

Twilight could barely form a thought. She felt relaxed… happy… good…

And the eyes were so beautiful. Magenta orbs, glittering like jewels. They drew in the gaze, and with the hand on her chin Twilight could not turn away if she wanted.

“Yes… look deeply in to my eyes… deep, deeper. So relaxed, so happy, so good.”

How did she know what Twilight was thinking? Twilight couldn’t even wonder. Her mouth closed into a small smile. Deep, deeper… The eyes were so huge they were all she could see. Titanic magenta pools, paradoxically drawing her up to sink and fall, deep, deeper...

The floral smell returned, emerging from Adagio.

“What is your name?”

So deep in the color, Twilight could not lie. “Twilight Sparkle.”

She could only see the eyes, but somewhere in her mind she felt full, beautiful yellow lips speak again. “Where are you from?”

Twilight hesitated. That was a secret.

Somewhere behind the eyes, she heard Sunset’s voice. “Tell her, Twilight. We’re your friends. You can trust us.”

Right. Her friends were here.

Her mouth moved slowly. “Equestria.”

“Do you remember us?”

“Yes.”

Not right now. Lost in the eyes, Twilight could think of nothing but what was said to her. Awake, however, she remembered them very well. Their old glamours had faded the moment she returned to her alicorn form. Evil sirens, seeking to spread their power across Earth and Equestria.

But that didn’t matter. She felt relaxed, happy, and good. What awareness she could muster was swallowed by the hypnotic eyes.

“Deeper and deeper… deeper into my eyes, my voice, my will. Deeper into my power.”

“Let it happen, Twilight,” Rarity coached.

Twilight’s friend. She trusted Rarity, and all the others.

“My eyes have power over you. You cannot look away. You cannot resist. Always deeper into my power. Always deeper, always falling further under my spell.”

“It feels so good,” Fluttershy said. It did.

“Into my eyes. Into my power. And when I snap my fingers, you will fall a thousand times deeper than you are right now.”

Twilight’s drugged mind only saw the eyes. Only felt the pleasure.

She heard a snap. A thousand times deeper into the eyes. A thousand times further under Adagio’s spell.

“Worship the sirens,” Rainbow said.

“Obey the sirens,” Applejack drawled.

“Slave to the sirens.” Pinkie, in a low, droning tone.

Her friends began repeating those three lines, one at a time. Worship. Obey. Slave. Backed by the ticking metronome, backing Adagio’s words.

“This is normal. This is right. This feels good. To be enthralled, ensnared, enslaved. You must obey. You will obey. Deeper and deeper, a thousand times deeper when I snap my fingers. This time you will close your eyes, but still see my eyes and you will keep falling deep, deeper...”

A snap. Twilight’s eyelids fell. She still saw the magenta, still sank deep, deeper…

“Begin repeating the word, ‘slave.’ That is what you are. And every time you say it, you will fall a thousand times deeper under my control. Begin.”

Twilight paused. The words left her mind as soon as they entered. Knowing nothing, recalling nothing but the eyes, pulling her ever deeper.

Her friends were there to help. Sunset began. “Slave.”

Others took it up. Speaking one at a time, comforting Twilight with their presence. “Slave… slave...”

Twilight’s lips moved, taking up the word.

A thousand times deeper each time. Deeper under the sirens’ control. Deep, deeper… slave… slave…

The great Princess Twilight of Equestria. Bound, naked, chanting her own slavery. Her friends resumed licking, sucking at her nipples, eating out her pussy. She orgasmed again and again, never breaking her chant.

The sirens clinked glasses, watching from the couch. Only the bubbly stuff, for now. They had a long day still ahead of them.

The poor thing never stood a chance. Princess Twilight had no family to bluff, no schedule to carefully plan around. Day and night, hour by hour, deeper and deeper. When the sirens took breaks, her friends were there to keep taking her down with pleasure, mantras, and drugs.

Oil-soaked spa towels, wrapping her up like a brainwashed burrito. Swaying gems and luring voices. Made to masturbate while watching her friends be fucked, trained to find it pleasurable and good. Serve the sirens. Worship the sirens.

It took all day, but she was ready by the end of it. The sirens brought her to the play room, had her walk the distance as a zombie with her hands outstretched and mouth slack.

Straps, blindfolds, headphones, and a long night of brainwashing ahead. Each Rainboom was bid to depart and return bright and early the next day. It was a school holiday, happy coincidence.

Sunset was the last to go. She played with Twilight’s clit, admiring the aroused trickle. Purple skin twitched under their straps, and Twilight’s mouth suckled its ballgag. Her blindfolded eyes scrunched adorably in concentration, focusing on each word the headphones played.

“Go home, slave.” Adagio said, in her bathrobe and pajamas. “We’ll need you bright and early tomorrow.”

“Will we give your powers back then?” Sunset asked eagerly.

“Not immediately,” Adagio hummed. “The process will likely be draining for all parties involved, so we’re going to have our victory celebration first while we’re all fresh.”

She took one of Twilight’s nipples and gave it a savage pinch. The girl moaned into her gag.

“With dear Princess Twilight as the guest of honor! A little gimp party, with new clothes and toys picked out just for the occasion by our resident sadist. We might or might not head right back to Equestria, and it’d be a shame to leave without hard-fucking all seven of you at once.”

Sunset bowed her head, only half-heard as Adagio turned away.

“It will be wonderful, mistress. I will give you such pleasure.”