Martha and Mary stepped out first, in illusory disguises which made them look like a mother and daughter. Blair and Cheshire waited inside the van for another minute, both to stagger their arrival times and to focus on their spells. She was cloaked in an illusory disguise, and he looked just like his usual invisible self.
"
Fire and Water, Earth and Air, gather around me and prepare, to shield my form for hurt and pain, until I'm safe and sound again.
"
Blair chanted in anticipation of bullets and tranquilizer rounds. She could feel the magic washing over in a calming warmth as the protective shell took shape. It made her feel safe and ready to face whatever was next to come.
Cheshire sat next to her, focusing on maintaining four illusory disguises. His clever mind was up to the task, but soon he would tax his skills to the max and he needed to focus single mindedly on the magic.
"
I don't like it either,
" Martha whispered to Mary as they walked towards the grand hotel. "
But we need to be stealthy, and he's a fucking illusionist.
"
"
That's why I agreed to it,
" Mary nodded. "
But I've got this uneasy feeling that I'm going to regret it.
"
They walked through the front door without any trouble, and set the plan into motion. Martha approached the receptionist and asked him for the time. Meanwhile Mary skipped around the crowded hotel lobby, scanning for an easy mark.
"
It's 12:34
" Answered the young man at the desk, "You must be tired. Can I help you get checked in?"
"
My partner checked in yesterday,
" Martha lied, then she flashed a coy smile and batted her eyes. "
But maybe you can still help a girl out. We need something hot and meaty delivered as soon as you can get it up. Perhaps you could recommend something presumptuous to fill us up?
"
Then she winked at the man who blushed, aroused at the obvious innuendo. He seemed at a loss for words, as if he was struggling to comprehend just what was happening. Blair walked up with luggage in tow, before he could formulate a response.
"
I'm in room 56A,
" Martha said with a wink. Then she raised her finger to her lips in a "hush hush" motion and they walked to the elevators together. The bamboozled receptionist wasn't sure whether she had asked for room service or a threesome.
The security cameras couldn't make out the young man's look of utter Shock. The guards watching in had no reason to do anything except believe in the illusion. All they thought they saw was a lesbian couple checking in, and their misbehaving child.
Mary seemed to be out of control, sprinting around a corner. Smack! They collided with an elderly lady who was heading towards the pool. Her keycard vanished into Mary's palm, like an unimportant thought disappearing from a fascinated mind.
Their illusion rippled for an instant on impact, revealing Mary's crimson coated body below a wavering cloak of enchanted light. It happened so quickly that anybody who noticed would think that the light is playing tricks upon their drowsy mind.
Cheshire fixed the broken illusion in the blink of an eye, and Blair repaired the cognitive dissonance with a confident command.
"
Come here Mary!
" Blair demanded, holding back a smile. "
What did I say about running in the lobby?
"
Mary returned obediently, and handed off the keycard. Martha pressed it up against a scanner on the wall. Then they all waited patiently for their elevator to descend.
Meanwhile Cheshire paced the lobby gathering together a group of illusory people. They appeared from the shadows, completely unnoticed by complex security systems and guests alike, like a crowd of powerful hypnotic suggestions sneaking into a distracted mind.
"Just 5 more, you're doing wonderful," Cheshire encouraged himself as he scanned the room for unwatched shadows. "4 more to go, getting closer. Focus now. 3" The strain of crafting and maintaining so many luminous creations was causing him to feel lightheaded and dizzy. "Don't let yourself get distracted now. 2." He thought, struggling against a wave of hazy exhaustion. "Relax, you're almost there now. 1. "
Ding! The elevator chimed, right on time, and they all approached the doors. The cart cleared out completely in a matter of moments. The four heroes stepped on alone, accompanied by an illusory crowd as the perfect deterrent against unwanted guests.
"
Tanya's up on the 69th floor,
" Martha reported as the elevator doors sealed shut. "
The entire floor is crawling with guards, and there are four powerful aura's in the room with her.
"
"
We've got a problem to deal with first,
" Mary announced, gesturing to an array of elevator buttons going up to 68. "
Pinolva's lift can't quite get it up 69.
"
Blair pushed the 68 button and smiled. Then she motioned towards the ceiling.
"
I'm going to make a hole to 69,
" She declared.
"
Yeah, I did that once,
" Mary quipped back as the elevator lurched upwards.
Far, far above them, up up up, on the sixty-ninth floor, tensions were rising high. Sultry Girl had escaped from both the bimbofier and the ambush. She was undoubtedly on her way here, and they were itching for a fight. But that news came in hours ago, followed by radio silence. They were getting tired of waiting and there was no sign of-
Kathoom! The elevator doors exploded. A massive cloud of smoke rolled forth from the shaft. For a moment there was silence. Then nothing happened. Nobody saw or heard anything, except for the billowing cloud of smoke that just kept rolling forth forever, like an obscuring fog of mesmerizing magic filling up the mind of a suggestible subject.
"
ain't nobody here,
" said one of the confused guards, as the quartet of functionally invisible heroes snuck through the crowded corridor, like a chain of enchanting suggestions sinking deeper into a slumbering mind.
"
fire anyways,
" another suggested, then two dozen guards sent a hailstorm of bullets into an empty elevator shaft. A silent alarm was immediately sounded, and security began to filter in from every floor of the building. In mere minutes reinforcements would start to stream in by the dozens.
"Why do all these cishet white dudes look so fucking familiar?" Blair wondered to herself, confused by the sense of deja vu she was feeling as they sprinted hand in hand past throngs of seemingly familiar hotel security.
"
This way,
" Martha suggested, pulling the group to a door on the right. "
You're up Sultry Girl.
"
"
Feel the fire, embrace the flame, Oh Hestia I call your name.
" Blair quietly chanted, as Mary planted a tripwire pleasure grenade. "
Eternal hearth burning so bright, grant me your sacred fiery might.
"
Sultry Girl bust through the doorway, accompanied by three invisible allies. "Oh that's why," she realized, recognizing the face of a burly assailant. "and that's more like it" she thought as her eyes began to drift down.
"
Sultry Girl, we meet again,
" Hard Don began, as he slammed a gnarly 18 inch cast iron barbed dildo into his palm. "
You made a mockery out of me! Now pain here is going to teach your ass a lesson. A Lesson about why men rule this world. Real men like me. not sissy faugh-
"
"
No!
" Blair interrupted, and for once in his life Don respected that word. Perhaps it was because of the flaming gut punch that accentuated her refusal. Or maybe it was the knee to the crotch that swiftly followed. Don didn't have time to question his motivations in this moment. He was too busy receiving a karmic ass whooping to do anything except give in to the sudden and overwhelming force.
Sultry Girl grabbed hold at the head as Don doubled over in pain. She slammed him down onto her knee, then tossed his unconscious body to the floor. Six hardened criminals watched with jaws dropped low. One by one they threw their weapons down and raised their hands up in defeat.
"
Go! and make sure no one enters this room,
" Blair instructed the surrendering men.
"
No! stay and make sure she doesn't leave,
" Doctor Sonic commanded, appearing sudden-
TICK TOCK TICK TOCK
The sound of his clock struck the thoughts from Blair's head in a lovely rhythm. A hazy sinking feeling washed over her mind in an instant as the clock knocked every last thought away, before she could begin to think it. She began to hopelessly tumble deeper down into thoughtless oblivion with every TICK. There was nothing her slumbering subconscious could do except become more pliable and obedient with every TOCK
Somewhere in the depths of Blair's mind, a single ray of hope shined forth. "Martha's going to resis-"
TICK TOCK TICK TOCK
There was no resistance for Blair. Not when it felt so good to just give in to the ticking. She stood there helpless in a blissful daydream, as the thoughtless seconds ticked by. A blank and docile look spread slowly across her relaxing body.
Pinolva's men wore earpieces to protect them from the clock. They glanced uneasily back and forth between their abandoned weapons and the seemingly stunned witch.
"
Presence of mind and force of will, let my thoughts be calm and still.
" Martha chanted, protecting Mary and Cheshire from the clock. Those words made her feel awake and mentally strong enough to resist.
On the other side of the room however, Blair felt completely defensele-
TICK TOCK TICK TOCK
"
Good pet, just give in to the ticking
" Cheshire's illusory voice whispered seductively in Blair's ear.
"
There's nothing to fear here
" Doctor Sonic said incredulously to the cowering men. As proof he walked towards Blair and demanded "
Show them how defenseless and obedient you've become. Kneel down and admit that you're a mindless bimbo slut.
"
Blair's knees began to buckle and she thought the words "yes Mast-"
TICK TOCK TICK TOCK
"
Easy now,
" Cheshire whispered sweetly. His voice was soft and soothing as it sank into her thoughts. "
Down to your knees for me pet, nice and slow as he approaches,
" The words in Blair's ear felt almost as hypnotic as the ever-present ticking which kept stopping all her thoughts and pulling her deeper down into blissful submission "
Good Pet. down, down, down. Let him take just one more step. Now strike.
"
Pounce! Wham! Blair leapt from a near kneeling crouch and sucker punched Doctor Sonic right in the jaw. He dropped like a sack of potatoes, smashing hard into the flo-
TICK TOCK TICK CRASHOCK
The thought stopping clock exploded in an impressive burst of lightning and gears. Blair woke up startled from her trance, crouched like a cat overtop of her prey. She hesitated just a moment to look around and allow herself to awaken.
"
She's in here!
" yelled a voice from outside, followed up by a twang and a bang as Mary's pleasure grenade exploded. Moan's of pleasure erupted from outside as more guards rushed the door.
Mary suddenly moaned out so loud that they broke their invisibility, as the emitter in their grenade sent a signal to all nearby puppet goo. Their suit erupted in a wave of pleasure, making them FREEZE up for a moment. The puppet was not immune to their own creation, but they were quite used to fighting while constantly CUMMING.
"
I'll hol oh ooooohhh ld them heahhhhh ahhhh eere,
" Mary offered lustfully. "
You go oooh ooooooh, ahead.
"
The men hesitated a moment at the sight of their fallen leader. They stopped and stared, eyes drifting back and forth between the fleeing fiery witch, and the crimson clad fighter who was practically cumming. One of them raised a gun at Blair as she raced out the door. He never fired a shot.
Mary sprung into action immediately. Their elbow collided with the gunman's nose as their leg wrapped around his ankles. He tumbled backwards, blocking the doorway as Mary took moved on to another combatant.
More men kept running in to join the fray. Some of them accidently tripped in the puddle of puppet goo and joined the pile of men moaning in ecstacy on the floor instead. Others did it on purpose in lieu of fighting the crimson puppet.
Martha looked back as she sprinted away and saw Mary turning to give a thumb's up. "Pay attention to your fight," she worried unnecessarily, about a brass covered fist which narrowly missed Mary's face as they turned to the door. "Oh wait, you did that on purpose," she realized, as they grabbed the wrist and flipped a guard down to the floor. The worry faded completely as Blair burst down the next door.
Tanya knelt in the middle of the room, naked and unconscious. Her wrists and ankles were shackled together, attached to a rope leading up to the ceiling. Up up up it went, towards a pair of pretty pink pulleys mounted upon the popcorn ceiling, and then right back down to an empty space on the ground beside the slumbering Mistress Crimson.
The other end of the rope was held by a suave woman in a black shibari dress. The cord that wound and intertwined around her short and muscular frame did nothing to conceal the intimate curves of her beautifully bound body. There were at least seventeen different bondage devices, that Blair could count, hanging from the junctures where the captivating cord coiled about and loped back around on itself.
