Chapter 11: Pinolva's Fate
Pinolva's men moved in and spread out quickly like trained soldiers surrounding their prey. In less than five fleeting seconds they completely surrounded the four barely conscious ladies. Dozens of them pointed various rifles, tasers, and SHOCK batons.
"
FREEZE!
" They demanded.
Blair couldn't move even if she wanted to. She was still laying back with her ankles tied to her thighs and Jane's squishy tits pressed into her crotch. The intoxicated witch was mentally aware, but so drugged up that it hardly mattered.
Martha was still straddling Jane's back, pressing her hand down on Jane's head and desperately smooching Blair into wakefulness. She was beginning to feel the mental strain of prolonged magical exertion.
Mistress Crimson frantically tore at the rope that bound her legs. Her body was worn out and weary from a long night in Jane's care, but her mind was riding an adrenaline rush from the vampiric bite. She stared down at the three prone and helpless women lying before her. None of them would be of any help in this fight. Not that she needed assistance against a bunch of men who were already covered in puppet goo and conditioned to obey.
"
No. Kneel!
" The Crimson Puppeteer commanded. She cackled and pulled down on her strings.
Tanya couldn't help but laugh at the thought of anyone covered in puppet goo who would dare to give her a command. Most of these men had literally been writhing in ecstasy a few moments ago from an imitation of her power. They were primed and ready to submit to even the subtlest tug of her strings.
Martha could see those strings, like tiny green lines from Mistress Crimson's fingertips. They appeared for a fraction of a second as the Crimson Mistress waggled her fingers and pointed towards the ground. Two fascinating and fast fading green glowing strings went right through Martha, but she didn't feel a thing. It wasn't really strings, she realized, more of an instantaneous energy transfer to the puppet goo which then responded by pulling down and rippling crimson energy through the puppets.
Around the room, dozens of men sank helplessly down to their knees. A wave of pleasure overwhelmed their feeble minds the moment their obedient knees began to bend. That pleasure felt better and better the further they sank down into submission.
"So that's how
You're
controlling them" Martha thought to herself as she watched the men submit. Her eyes darted around the room, drawn by the little green lines flashing and the rippling waves of crimson that followed.
Lustry Lass felt woozy watching it, not because of the fascinating green strings that flashed right through her perky chest, nor because she was mesmerized by all the pretty lights. The hazy drowsy emptyheadedness came from channeling too much magic all at once.
The talented seer was
still
shifting her lenses, almost instinctively at this point, to focus on the fast flashing red and green lights traveling across the room. At the same time she shared a spell of mental clarity with the women laying
under
her. It was too much for her exhausted mind to keep up with.
"What?
my
eyes!" Martha worried as her second sight went suddenly blurry.
Her magical glasses shattered up against a wall of exhaustion. It's quite difficult you see, to concentrate on more than one
SPELL
at a time.
A groggy feeling of deep exhaustion filled up Martha's mind when her spell failed. That should have broken her concentration, but she desperately wanted to keep the mental clarity enchantment going.
That desperation would soon push her worn out brain into a second wall of exhaustion, shattering her mental clarity as well. She would soon succumb completely, but for now she struggled onwards through the draining fatigue.
"
Wake up honey,
" Martha pleaded, desperately shaking Blair awake. "
We need Sultry Girl now!
"
Blair was barely aware and fairly airheaded, staring vacantly as if she carelessly drank down three cups of sweet impairing cum, ensnaring her cockdrunk mind completely in ditzy dumb deeply numb fascination.
The spell of mental clarity made Blair acutely aware of exactly how slow her mind was moving through the haze of the dizzying drug. The effect was temporary she knew, and slowly fading away, but she had ingested an overwhelming dose.
Imagine trying to think through syrupy sap that sucks the think from your thoughts before you can think them. Let that saturate to create a great weight pulling down inside your mind and you'll find that you understand just how completely numb Blair had become from the potent cum drug she had drunk.
"
You need to wake up
" Martha demanded louder, shaking harder and trying in vain to wake her lover, who in fact was wide awake.
The mental clarity spell kept Blair awake and aware, but the only thing she could really tell was that her mind and body were numb and deeply drugged. Martha was saying something else, something about somebody important up above, but the drugged up witch could not keep up with big words spoken frantically.
She knew that she was in danger, but she hadn't yet figured out why. There were other people in the room now. Lots of them. And they were carrying, um, thingies. Like, in their hands. You know. Big danger thingies. Weapons, that's what they were holding, because um, uh, because they were Mistress Crimson's puppets?
"No uh, that's um, not right," The befuddled witch slowly realized the truth. "They are like, um, uh, covered in gooey stuff. teehee. Oh, um, puppet goo. These are um, like, uh Pinolva's um errr, guards. but the gooey crimson is um making them like uh erm, kneel. But like, more keep, um, uh, coming, teehee, and like can she keep this uh, up for long?"
It took an entire minute for Blair to realize the gravity of the situation.
"Martha uh, said, err, she said somepink about Sultry girl. What was it? The ceiling and an erection. teehee. No, uh, direction, um directly above. Yes. It's peni- teehee, err, Pee pee. nova. Pinolva! Ooooh, I, um, wonder if like, can I uh, burn through?"
Her thoughts were slow but the fiery witch could still invoke her spells.
She focused single mindedly on the carnelian earrings dangling down from her ears and let the magic flow forth freely. Her mind's eye locked on to that image, bright orange gems wrapped thrice in sleek silver snaking bands that criss crossed glowing stones of fiery power.
"
Feel. the. fire
" Blair chanted the invocation, slowly and steadily through the druggy haze in her mind. "
embrace. th. uh, flame, Oh Hestia I, call your nay, um. Eat, err all hearth, burning, so bright, grant me your, say, red fie, err. ee might.
"
The fire formed, but slowly, just a tiny ember at first. The drug induced haze slowed down the rate at which the witch could create her flames, like she was trying to manifest them through a sea of sticky bubblegum that slowed and pulled her back down towards those tempting empty headed cockdrunk cravings. The determined witch fought through the drug and steadily formed a full fledged fireball, easily burning through the binding rope in the process.
"