Chapter 10: M. P. Ultra Conditioning
It was second nature by now for Martha to shift her vision over to a world without any walls or boundaries at all, where magic and life force energy radiated from all around like shimmering stars in the midnight sky. Of course, that world was always out of focus at first. The colors started as a hazy blur until she concentrated enough of her energy to her eyes to effectively form a pair of magic glasses.
The first thing Martha saw with her second sight, beyond Cheshire's veil of illusory light, was Blair on her knees in the hands of Bondage Jane. Mistress Crimson was there, kneeling with Blair. They both wore blank and vacant looks upon their unconscious faces.
Martha desperately wanted to reach out and save her lover, but she kept her cool and analyzed the situation instead. She had been passed out during Blair's fight, but remained unnoticed thanks to Cheshire's illusion. She needed to know exactly what she was up against before she made her move.
"Bondage Jane sure is bending over alot," Martha noted, as she watched Jane strip all of Blair's clothing away. "And rubbing those big tits all over Blair. I bet that means Pinolva is watching. Ugh. what a slime bag. Hey what's that purple light inside Jane's head?"
There was something strange where Jane's brain aught to be, a strong dark purple vortex of swirling light filling up her head. It was sort of like how Blair looked with a pair of enchanted earrings, except originating from inside. Martha had seen that glow from below and mistakenly thought it to be another person of considerable magic strength. This closer look revealed a powerful force inside of the deception delegate's deluded head.
"Is that some sort of mind control?" Martha wondered silently. " Can I remove it with my magic? Would she then let Blair go free? Could I even get close enough to touch her? She did defeat Sultry Girl and She's looking this way right now. And oh hey, where is Cheshire and that sparkly lizard?"
A quick blurry glance around the floor revealed five powerful auras outside of this room. Looking up and down, she spied another four on the floor above, and no one significant down on the floors below. It was hard to tell without looking close just what was what exactly. Looking close required magical exertion which would soon make the seer start to feel woozy and hazily empty headed.
Three of the nearby glows seemed to be a racing through the hall towards a writhing glob of crimson. Two of them, purple and green, were being chased by a bright red one.
"That's probably Cheshire," Martha reasoned.
With concentration and effort she shifted the shape of her lenses until those lights came into focus. They became a winged lizard person chased by a furry cat beast cloaked in illusion.
"They're moving too fast," Martha worried. "I have to keep shifting my lens to keep them in focus and I'm slowly exhausting myself. Hey his head looks the same shade of purple."
Surge, the lightning lizard man, looked a lot like Jane. He had a swirling purple glow inside his head. He was also fast, leaping and leading Cheshire on a merry chase.
Suddenly a second Cheshire appeared in a nearby room. He leapt out the door to tackle Surge as they passed through the crowded crimson section of the hall. At the exact same moment a band of hazy neon green and blue pulsating light appeared around the lizard's eyes.
"This cat's got skills," thought Martha. "An illusory duplicate and a mesmerizing pattern, right in the middle of a bunch of mooks who will take the brunt of the blast if that lizards shoots more lightn-"
SHOCK!
Surge glowed much brighter green for an instant then the whole world went bright white. A powerful flash of what must have been lightning temporarily blinded the seer.
Then those ferocious fighters were gone. All the way down the hall, crashed through a window, and scampering off into the night. The illusory cat and leaping lightning lizard man thusly eluded her magical sight. Surge was clearly drawing Cheshire from the fight.
The constant stream of guards rushing up from the stairs on the other hand, were charging one after another into the fray. Most of them went down when Surge fired off his blast. Once they fell they hit the goo and it was over. The crimson coating created constant paralytic waves of pleasure, keeping them down and helplessly trapped.
More guards kept running up the stairs however, and charging in to try to overwhelm the puppet. Only a few of them actually made it through. In order to get to the door, they first had to scramble over the growing pile of goo covered bodies writhing in ecstasy on the floor. A single misstep was all it took to trip and drop and succumb to a delightful coating of puppet goo.
The guards who actually reached the room didn't stand a chance against Mary's martial arts. The unlucky ones became human missiles, thrown back down the hall before they could fire a single shot. One swift strike was all that it took to apply a splotch of puppet goo. Then paralytic waves of pleasure made her victims FREEZE and drop into the pile, applying a thicker and more powerful coating of gooey crimson. This of course just amplified the pleasure, making it feel even better to submit and stay down in the gooey puddle of bliss.
Martha watched mesmerized as a group of five ferocious men charged the door at once.
Bang! A single CUMshot round to the crotch dropped their numbers down to four before they could even reach the door.
THWAP SMACK! Three more guards went down in two strikes, collapsing backwards into the pile.
The last one helplessly watched all of his buddies drop and truly knew that he had zero chance. Rather than risk a kick to the face, he just tripped and joined the pile of moaning ecstasy instead. He felt the puppet goo melting through his clothing and coating him, but he could not understand what all the orgasmic fuss was about.
The emitter in the pleasure grenade had run out. The charge only lasted for ten minutes. Without those paralytic waves of pleasure the guards began to rise to their feet. They rose up in overwhelming numbers, with nothing to keep them down. Fortunately they were still groggy and foggy from the pleasure.
Unfortunately, more men kept running in from the stairs. It must have been at least five dozen by now. Their overwhelming numbers kept on growing but the hallway was too clogged with crimson clad guards for the fresh ones to reach the fray.
Mary slammed the door shut, sealing the hoard of men in the hallway. They were crammed in tight and comically failed at pulling the door open into the crowd. The dazed and bewildered men struggled fruitlessly for a few seconds before dropping right back down into helpless ecstasy.
BLAM! KERSPLAT!
The second pleasure grenade erupted from above in a shower of crimson lust.
"It seems like they have things under control," Martha thought, before turning her eyes upward.
There she spied a room where three crimson auras knelt with their hands behind their backs. "Those must be Mistress Crimsom's other puppets," she reasoned. "That man standing next to them with the purple glow in his head must be one of Pinolva's brainwashed soldiers. Damn their thighs are gorgeous. And glowing bright with power. Who's that seated in the room with them? Pinolva?"
The fascinated seer had already spent several minutes glancing around the busy building, gathering all the information that she could before determining her next move.
Meanwhile Blair was slowly waking up to a world of pain. She was naked, kneeling tall with her hands held high above her hazy head. Her thoughts were slow and sluggish through the throbbing impact headache.
"My defenses were fractionated," the helpless hero realized. "Every muscle in my body feels so thoroughly exhausted. Even my eyelids feel too heavy to even try to lift."
Her world was shrouded in darkness and the only sound was a constant ringing in her ear.
A firm and unyielding pressure pulled Blair's arms down to her side, then forced her hands behind her back, repositioning her like a helpless doll.
Cold metal clamped down tightly around her wrists, locking them together behind her back.
Something soft yet firm and strong wrapped around the defeated witch's thighs. A rope, she realized as it wrapped around her ankles as well. There was nothing she could do but get pulled along as those ropes gently tugged her down, all the way down to a seated kneel.
"
Sit!
" Bondage Jane's superfluous command was barely audible past the incessant ringing in Blair's head.
"
Good girl, now suck.
" This second command was punctuated with a dildo down the throat.
Blair opened wide and sucked before she knew what she was doing. The oblivious slut was rewarded for her obedience with a tasty creamy treat. Sweet milky fluid flowed forth slowly as she suckled, numbing her mouth, numbing her mind, and making Blair feel oh so blissfully obedient. There was something oddly familiar about the taste and the way that her mind seemed to get cock drunk as she guzzled down the tasty mind melting cum.
A cold metal collar wrapped around Blair's neck as she obediently sucked down drop after drop of blank slut juice. Then that collar tugged firmly forwards, forcing her to lean and pushing the dildo gag in deeper. Something soft and squishy stopped her motion by pressing up against her tits.
Click. The collar locked in place. Then the shackles around her wrists pulled painfully upwards.
Blair instinctively tried to pull her arms back down into a more comfortable position, but a force resisted her. She heard a grunt of pain followed by the clank of a chain and then her wrists were pulled up higher.
A tiny drop of some strange liquid splashed on Blair's left eye. Moments later that eye began to open on its own. It felt really really good, as if that tiny drop was somehow sending waves of pleasure rippling through her body as it lifted her eyelid open.
"What's going on?" Blair wondered, as her vision slowly returned.
She was staring at smooth beautiful black skin which looked too blurry for her drowsy brain to comprehend. It was something round, something comfortingly familiar, coming slowly into focus as her heavy eyes opened up and finally adjusted to the light. It was a face, a friend, an ally. It was Mistress Crimson, inches away and concentrating like a witch casting a spell.
Our heroines looked helpless at the hands of Bondage Jane. The two of them were kneeling, face to face and chest to chest. Both bound in the exact same pose, sharing a double ended mind melt dildo gag.
Their collars were clasped close enough together to keep the dildo locked in their mouths no matter how much they wiggled and squirmed. Worse still, a chain connected their arms through a pretty pink pulley on the ceiling such that every little motion one made pulled upon the other. Lastly, their knees were tied together so that they couldn't pull apart. Not that they could withstand the piercing pain of pulling apart once the final piece of their punishment was put in place.
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