Lian stepped forward, and even Nea and Tomi trembled a little.
Lian was utterly resplendent. She was tall, beautiful and terrifying in equal measure. She had completely embraced her demonic transformation, but where the others seemed to have become something akin to succubi, Lian resembled an infernal queen. Her horns were woven into a crown, her sailor outfit had warped itself into a regal gown, and she carried herself with authority, like someone accustomed to being obeyed. Akemi could see why. Even she felt a kind of magnetic pull towards her former friend; a dull, smothering pressure insisting that her place was at Lian's feet.
"See, none of you understand," Lian began. Her monologue commanded the instant attention of everyone in the room. "You're all going easy on her, because of your pride. You want to be the one that wins. The one that corrupts her. It's all so futile. We're all a team, aren't we? We should be working together. Breaking her will be nothing, if we do it like that."
The other corrupted magical girls looked around at each other uneasily. Lian took note of their reactions.
"What?" She spread her arms, an arrogant, indulgent smile on her face. "Thinking that sounds just a little too selfless for me? Let me explain. It's very simple. If we all work together, then we win. And if we win, then I win." Her smile split into a grin, showing rows and rows of sharp fangs. "Because this team is mine. I'm the leader, now."
No-one seemed willing to argue.
"Good. I'm glad we're all on the same page." Lian preened, making a big show of waltzing slowly around the room, letting each one of her teammates bask in her magnificence in turn. "But I suppose, even so, I should prove my credentials. And what better way than to put our former leader in her place?"
She made her way over to Akemi, still lying helplessly on the ground. Tomi and Nea scurried back.
"Akemi." Lian simply stood over her, and placed the tip of one of her high-heeled shoes at Akemi's lips. "Lick."
Akemi obeyed. She couldn't have done otherwise. Lian's words felt like the commandments of a dark goddess. Obedience was instinctive. Trying to fight her would have been so hard, and Akemi was all out of strength. She'd already lost. Why shouldn't she just do what she was told?
The sensation of the slick rubber of Lian's shoes under Akemi's tongue was strange and unfamiliar - and humiliating. Now she could taste it, she was struck by just how deeply wrong what she was doing was. She was a Star Sentinel. A magical girl. A warrior for justice. And yet, she was licking the heels of a former friend, now transformed into a demon. It was the worst and most twisted thing she had ever done, and it was so perverse she couldn't help but be turned on by it. Her head was a confused, delirious mess of desires, fetishes and perversions, all planted there by her teammates. Morality and lust were pulling her in wildly different directions, and the mere feeling of being torn like that was desperately hot to her. The mere feeling of being corrupted was arousing.
But despite that, Akemi had to ask herself what she was doing. Did she really want to be licking her friend's boot like a broken pet? A huge part of her wanted to pull away in disgust, despite the pleasure. But she couldn't. Lian's last command echoed through her head, binding her like a set of iron shackles. Fighting her felt like trying to fight the ocean.
Lick.
And so she licked. Akemi couldn't control it. She couldn't even restrain herself. She licked eagerly and worshipfully, carefully polishing every inch of Lian's perfectly-formed heel with her tongue. Lian's words were controlling more than just her body. They were bending her mind, focusing her on just one thing. Her whole being was devoted to licking Lian's shoes.
"Good girl," Lian told her, in the kind of condescending, mocking voice she might have used for a helpless puppy. "Oh, look at you! I think we've found your place, Akemi. You look so much better on your knees than you ever did standing proud and tall."
Akemi wanted to offer a retort, but she couldn't do that either. She couldn't drag herself away from licking Lian's shoes for even a single second.
"You see, I'm not like the others," Lian explained. As she looked down at Akemi, she seemed to grow even taller and more imposing, like she was being fueled by Akemi's obedience. "I don't want to twist you into the image of my sin. Pride stands alone. No, I just want you to know your place: obeying me."
Akemi let out a little whimper. Lian spoke like a goddess.
"I'm your leader now," Lian pronounced, and Akemi believed her. She didn't want to, but she believed her. She couldn't muster it within herself to stop Lian's words touching the core of her being. "And you'll obey your leader, won't you? That's what a good little magical girl would do, isn't it? Just look at you, obeying me right now. Pathetic. OK, that's enough."
She withdrew her foot, and Akemi found herself able to stop licking.
"You poor thing," Lian continued, without sympathy. "It's so obvious you want to join us. Look at you. Shivering with need, panting with lust, eyes shining with corrupted glee. Isn't that right?"
"I..." Akemi was cut off immediately as a fresh surge of pleasure wracked her body at Lian's degrading words. She realized how right her former friend was. She was more frustrated and pent-up than she'd ever thought possible, and now that the other corrupted magical girls had shown us the ecstasy that sin offered, she couldn't stop thinking about it. She couldn't stop craving it.
"You really are too righteous for your own good," Lian sighed. Through her theatricality, it was clear she was savoring every single moment of Akemi's defeat. "Fortunately for you, I am a generous queen. You won't have to choose anything. I'm simply going to tell you exactly what you have to do, and exactly what's going to happen. Isn't that nice?"
To her own surprise, Akemi realized it was. All this thinking and choosing was too hard. She was at her limit. She just wanted someone else to be in charge. Lian, with all her dark radiance, made a captivating leader. Akemi knew she was evil, but that didn't change how easy it was to follow along with her words and commands.
"I'll make sure each one of us gets what we need." Lian gestured not only to Akemi, but also to the other former magical girls, who nodded approvingly. "We can take it. We're more powerful than ever. But first, let's talk about what you need, Akemi."
She bent down, stroking a long, sharp claw across Akemi's shivering, blissed-out face.
"You need to be overwhelmed," Lian told her. "We need to break you until you can't string a single pair of words together. Let alone any stupid self-recriminating, guilty ideas about purity or justice. The others came close, but you were just a little too stubborn for them. But not for me. Because I, as our leader understand one thing: we need to do this together."
She looked around at all the others, and licked her lips with her long, wicked tongue.
"Take her."
Lian's words clearly carried the same authority with them as they did with Akemi. The remaining magical girls exchanged glances for a moment, before grins settled over all their faces. And then, as one, they pounced on Akemi.
Akemi felt like was trapped in the middle of a hurricane. The attentions of just one of her friends had almost been enough to break her. When Tomi and Nea had both been pleasuring her at once, her soul had been hanging by a thread. But now that five of them were all clawing and groping at her, she had no chance. The five of them descended on her like hungry animals, and from the moment they did, Akemi knew it was over. Lian had sounded for too certain of that for Akemi to question her. That knowledge was freeing. It made it easy to surrender.
The defiled leader of the Star Sentinels collapsed completely as five pairs of hands assaulted her. By now, Akemi was familiar with each touch, and despite how overwhelmed she was, she was finding it easy to tell them apart. The way Riley touched her was gentle enough to raise hairs on her skin, and she seemed to know exactly how to make Akemi's muscles melt into weak, warm pleasure. The unbelievably softness of Zaina's curvaceous body, pressed up against hers, had her begging weakly for indulgence. Mary Anne, by contrast, slapped her and scratched at her, even biting her, but to Akemi, pain and pleasure had become the same thing. Tomi was eager to use her skillful hands to please Akemi wherever she could, whilst Nea grabbed and pulled at her possessively.
It was heaven.
Akemi was reduced to nothing more than a moaning, rutting, incoherent animal. She had no control over her own body. All she could do was writhe and grab, overwhelmed with eagerness for more touch and more pleasure. Her mind was completely clouded over with ecstasy and sin. She wanted it. She wanted it all. She wanted to be corrupted and fucked and used. She wanted to be wrathful and greedy and lazy and everything else. She wanted it so badly, she was willing to give up on everything else. She'd forget the Star Sentinels, she'd forget about justice and righteousness, she'd even forget her own name if that was what it took.
Justice... the mere thought of it made her want to giggle deliriously. Akemi no longer knew what that word meant. It seemed so distant and faraway. What did justice matter, compared to the incredible, blissful soreness in her limbs and the needy, aching pulse in her cunt? What had justice ever done for her? It had never made her feel this good. Maybe the others had been right to choose sin instead of justice. Akemi grinned as Mary Anne started finger-fucking her pussy. She was so glad she didn't have to choose. She was pathetically grateful to Lian for sparing her that. Her choices didn't matter. She was weak. She'd lost. She was being corrupted, whether she wanted it or not. Her new leader would show her the way.
Akemi's moans were like worshipful prayers, as she stared up adoringly at Lian.
Lian didn't participate in the infernal orgy taking place before her. She didn't need to. Akemi knew her leader was far too proud to debase herself like that. She just watched, drinking in the sight of Akemi's ultimate surrender with a look of perfect, resplendent satisfaction on her face. Only a slight blush in her inhuman cheeks betrayed how turned she was by the sight of Akemi being utterly ruined and dethroned right before her feet. She didn't need to touch herself or be touched to get what she wanted. She just needed to see Akemi break.
And she was breaking. The pleasure was driving her insane. The cavernous church around her span and blurred, and the demonic bodies surrounding her all seemed to meld into one huge, churning mass of flesh. Akemi lost track of who was touching her, and where. Her whole body was aflame with sex. Every part of her was unbelievably sensitive. A hand brushing across her skin was enough to send her orgasms to fresh peaks. She was cumming over and over again, without end. More and more, Lian started to look like a true goddess. A being deserving of total obedience and worship. Akemi found herself yearning to kiss her feet again, despite how humiliating it had been.
Or perhaps because of how humiliating it had been.
Everything felt so good. Pleasure felt good. Pain felt good. Praise felt good. Degradation felt good. Being teased felt good. Being indulged felt good. Akemi felt as though her whole world was nothing more than a banquet of sexual delights for her to gorge herself on. The lust and need within her started to swell, overtaking any satisfaction she earned from the countless orgasms her friends inflicted on her. She was starting to understand what some of them had told her.
