Shifty Characters Ch. 06

He heard Mier groan softly and knew the feathery touches of his girls were starting to have a visible effect. Balabar chuckled. "It's so easy to give in. So easy to join your friend."

His melodic, all-powerful voice overwhelmed most women, he knew. He didn't even need the pocket watch. As Mier was now, all she could do was listen, gaze into his eyes, let his words sink in to the deep, private corners of her mind she didn't even know existed.

"You want to be with her, don't you?"

She glared.

"Don't you?" Balabar sighed, reaching over and tracing his wet finger over Mier's breast—the one Sinthia wasn't currently kissing. "If you don't answer, I'll have to start talking with the other you." He gestured down her body. "I have a feeling your other lips will speak muuuch more kindly of me once I've had my say."

Mier swallowed. She closed her eyes, then opened them. "Yes," she muttered.

"What was that?"

"Yes," she mumbled. Her shapeshifting was starting to slow down. "I want to be with her."

"Aw," Sinthia cooed. "The silly bimbo thinks she's in love."

"Ooh, do you love me, Mier?" Suki's fingers danced between Mier's legs as she rocked. "Do you? Do you?"

"I..."

Mier was off-balance in all ways now. Balabar drove it home. "You love her," he whispered. "You want to be with her. There's only one way, though."

"Only..."

"You have to kiss me."

Mier looked at him, confused. He smiled disarmingly.

"One kiss, Mier. That's all I want."

"That's—unh—such bull puckey. I... I don't..."

"But it's your only chance, Mier." He smiled kindly, giggling madly on the inside. "You know you can't trust me, but what other choice do you have?"

"I can... I kin.... unnnh..."

"You can't think of a better plan. There is no better plan."

"Bu... buh...."

"Just one kiss and all this will be over. No strings attached! You have my word."

Slowly, Mier's jaw set. She was thinking, which, in this case, was how Balabar knew she'd already lost. He nodded slightly to his pets, and they increased their efforts minutely. He traced Mier's breast fondly, admiring its shiny curves. Mier was extremely fit—at least in this form. She would make a delightful addition to his little harem. Another reminder that no woman was above him.

"Fine. One kiss. No strings." Mier seemed unsure. Confused. She wasn't exactly sure what she was agreeing to.

Balabar smirked. He leaned down, bringing his head just a few inches above Mier's pretty face. She had cute little freckles, he noticed. Had those always been there?

Scowling, Mier leaned up to kiss him—but Larya was still holding her head. She rolled her eyes, straining without success.

"Well, will you or won't you?" Balabar frowned. "Do you not want to be with her anymore?"

"What?" Suki's eyes widened. She let out a high-pitched mewl as she began to hump Mier's leg even faster. Her fingers crawled down from Mier's hips to someplace out of sight, and Balabar knew she'd begun touching Mier's clit ever-so-slightly.

"I—ohh—I'm try-y-ying!" Mier probably meant it to sound annoyed, but it came out frustrated and whiny. She strained, struggling to reach Balabar's handsome face.

Balabar watched her struggle for exactly one minute. As he did so, he encouraged (through little taps on their sexes and breasts) his pets to speed up their ministrations, just a little bit each time. By the end, Mier was sweating with exertion, horny and disoriented. And then Balabar struck.

Mier had probably meant it to be a very little kiss. Almost nothing. Maybe even on the cheek. But the time and effort had warped her mind, her memories, and her certainty. She wasn't sure how big the kiss needed to be to qualify—and if it didn't count, then it would have all been for nothing.

So when Balabar leaned down and forced his tongue into her mouth, burying his fingers in her hair and forcing her to him, she didn't object. She went along with it. Because she wasn't sure that this hadn't been the plan all along.

She kissed him passionately, hungrily, and Balabar allowed himself to enjoy it a moment before pulling away. She strained to reach him for a moment.

Then she seemed to realize what she was doing. Her eyes widened. Her head fell back against the ground. "Oh, no."

"Oh, yes." Balabar laughed. "What was that? I only asked for a little kiss. Could it be that you wanted more?"

She licked her lips. She was hesitant now. Not as cocky and sure as she'd been when she came to the clearing. Like all women Balabar met, she'd made the classic mistake of underestimating him, of waiting too long. This slut had never faced a true hypnotist before. His were a dying breed these days, which worked out well for him.

She screwed her eyes shut. "No. No. No."

Balabar chuckled and stood up. He started to turn away, but kept Mier just in his field of vision. "Pets, hold her like that for one hour. Play with her as you like, but do not allow her to come even once." This was a bluff. He estimated Mier would be broken within the minute. She looked up at him, eyes widening.

Then, as he watched from the corner of his vision, those gray eyes narrowed. It was as if something had just occurred to her. Balabar had a feeling his new pet had just realized she had truly lost.

"Ooh, yes, Master."

"Thank you, Master."

Balabar clapped his hands together, though very quietly. He was positively giddy. A doppelganger! Imagine the possibilities!

"Pets, let go of me at once," said Balabar's voice—his perfect, melodic voice.

"Oh, yes, of course, Master."

Balabar spun to see—Balabar.

Also naked. Down to every birthmark, every toned muscle, down to his large, erect cock. Balabar stared at himself, eyes wide.

Other Balabar smiled. "How do I look?" he purred.

"Ooh, so hot, Master!" bubbled Sinthia.

Balabar facepalmed. "No, you stupid bimbos!"

The bimbos quailed. "We're sorry, Master!" Larya whimpered.

"Me so sorry!" Suki whined.

"Don't worry," said Other Balabar—Mier—with a fond smile. He stroked Suki's hair. "You're very good... bimbos. Go lie down and go to sleep."

Beaming, the girls lay down right there and drifted off.

Mier advanced on Balabar. Balabar—the real Balabar—raised an eyebrow. "You think you're very clever, don't you?"

"Oh, yes." Mier beamed. "I think we're extremely clever."

Balabar was regaining control now. He'd hypnotized men before. He obviously didn't gain any enjoyment from it, but it was something he did sometimes. It wasn't any different. Actually, it was sometimes even easier.

He gave a slow smile. "That is pretty clever of us."

"Isn't it?"

"But I think 'we' are forgetting something." Balabar reached forward and stroked Mier's cheek. A thin trail of dried pussy juice still lay there. "I still have you."

Mier flinched. He (was it a he or a she? Did doppelgangers even have genders?) took a step back. "Don't get excited."

"Oh, but we are, aren't we?" Balabar smiled, stepping closer. "Do we like this?" He gripped Mier's shoulder possessively. "I'm guessing we still do. Because I still have you."

His smooth voice rippled like honey. Mier visibly trembled. "I... have you..."

"Yes," Balabar said. He leaned close. He absolutely was not gay, but Mier was... everything, and a sexual element always made hypnosis stronger. "You're mine."

"...you're... mine..." Other Balabar stared into Balabar's eyes, biting his lip. "No, I don't—"

"God, I never realized just how sexy I am," Balabar whispered, leaning in closer. He let his warm breath fall on his—Mier's—cheek. "You're already gone."

Other Balabar's eyes went glassy again. "...you're... gone..."

Dimly, Balabar became aware of Other Balabar's hard cock rubbing against his leg. His smile widened. "God, you're so horny, aren't you?"

"...you're... horny..."

"Can't even fight it," Balabar said.

"... can't even fight..." Balabar said.

He found he was starting to enjoy himself. Here it was, the greatest proof of all—a hypnotist so brilliant, he could hypnotize himself. Or a clone of himself, anyways. He nuzzled Balabar's cheek and kissed it softly before going to whisper in his ear. "Lost, sexy little lamb."

"Lost... sexy little lamb..."

He reached down and began stroking his cock lightly—Other Balabar's, he meant. "You want to be mine," he said.

"... want to be mine," his mirror echoed, his voice weak. Other Balabar reached down and began stroking his—Balabar's—cock. Balabar gave a soft moan of surprise. He hadn't expected that. But then again, it was his own hand. Of course it would feel... nice.

"It feels nice," he hissed, eager to hear Balabar echo it.

"... feels... nice... so hard..."

"Yes, so hard," he growled, giving Other Balabar's neck a little lick. He felt his duplicate's tense muscles with a hand. Felt his cock throb as Other Balabar ran his long, slender fingers over it, stroked it with expert, loving touches.

Balabar worked his way down, kissing down Other Balabar's chest, feeling those strong, tense muscles. His own, perfect body. "You're mine," he gasped. To his amazement, he could feel his cock starting to throb with pleasure. An intellectual orgasm from triumph, of course. Of course.

"You're mine," Balabar whispered. He slowly began to sink down. "Yours."

"... yours." Balabar followed.

Dimly, he was starting to realize something was wrong. Something was very, very wrong here. But it felt... it felt so...

The Balabars knelt before one another, still stroking their throbbing, needy cocks. Balabar leaned in and kissed Balabar. He didn't fight it.

"Mm—can't fight," Balabar hissed through the kiss. Or was it Other Balabar?

"Can't fight," Balabar whimpered. He knew something had gone wrong. Horribly, perfectly wrong. "Can't fight. Can't fight."

"Mine now," Balabar said, forcing his tongue into Balabar's mouth.

Balabar tried to echo, but all that came out was moans. His hips bucked, but only slightly. He couldn't resist. Couldn't stop the fingers, sliding up and down his shaft, slick and soft and smooth, caressing his mind right out of him. Couldn't fight. "Can't fight," he cried. "Can't fight!"

He had seduced himself.

And with a cry of joy, staring into his own beautiful eyes, he came.

~~~~

After a long moment, 'Balabar' rose up and looked down at his double. The real Balabar lay there on the ground, furiously masturbating, still chanting to himself. "Can't fight," the hypnotist whimpered. "Good boy. Can't fight. Good boy."

The doppelganger rolled his eyes. "Why did I know that would work on you?"

Mier's form shifted back into the earlier one—pink hair, gray eyes, little body. She gave herself a layer of "organic clothing" for the time being, since it looked like the hypnotized Suisshu was using her clothes to masturbate with. Somehow.

She sighed. "Well, I... I guess that's sorted. I guess I did it." She glanced at Suisshu, whose eyes remained glazed over, lost in that horrible trance. "So now what?"

"Now we finish the deal, chick."

Mier spun just a hair of a fraction of a second too slow. Her arm was already shifting into a bone-sword again.

A silken net came flying through the air and settled on her form like a magnet. It instantly stuck fast, pulling her arms to her sides. With the net came a horrible, unbelievable weight.

She swayed for a moment, then fell to the ground.

Six hook-nosed wart-faced goblins stood over her. She recognized Ancyl, the least wart-faced and hook-nosed of the lot. He gave her a contemptuous smile. "That was some mighty fine work, girly, but I'm afraid you got involved in the wrong race."

Mier struggled, rapidly cycling through her usual escape forms—a snake, a seal, a human with big bone blades for arms—but quickly realized it was hopeless. She cut off the shapeshifting, gasping for breath. This was fey magic, something she knew very little about. She'd had a silver knife, but one of the girls had taken it from her while she'd been grappled.

So she mostly just wriggled. "What do you want?"

"Nothin'. In honest, we've got no quarrel with you or yours." The goblin shrugged. "But he has."

She saw two goblins standing over the self-pleasuring hypnotist, muttering some kind of spell. Her eyes widened. "No! Don't! Drat it all!"

They completed the incantation. Balabar's masturbation slowed, then stopped entirely. He blinked and sat up. "Um..."

"Listen, boy," Ancyl snapped. The little goblin strolled over. "You came here on a job. Pretty high-profile one, sounds like. If we take you, more're gonn' come for the same prize an' a higher bounty. My boys an' I, we don't need any new girls or boys, but we do need to avoid dealin' with folks what want us dead. So here's the deal." He steepled his gray fingers. "You take your doppelganger, with our compliments. Hell, take the nymph, too. She's too resistant to our tricks—we'd lose her sooner or later, anyways."

Balabar seemed to consider this a moment. He looked like a cat right after conducting a failed leap—cool, calm, and trying desperately to pretend he'd done all this on purpose. "I suppose that's fair. And what becomes of my other two?"

"The druidess is ours." Ancyl crossed his arms. "We had her first, you stole her from us, she's still ours."

"Druidess?"

"As for the fox-girl, she pissed me off before." Ancyl grinned. "I like what you've done with 'er. Especially the suckin' thing. We got uses for those plump lips o' hers. Reckon she might be a permanent addition as well."

Mier's heart blazed. She started struggling again, futile as it was. No. No. No.

"I'll miss them," Balabar said sadly. "But at least I have Sinthia to keep me company. I can always find new bedmates."

"An' if I were you, I wouldn't go tryin' to hypnotize this one again," another goblin said, pushing his foot down on Mier to stop her squirming. "We won't save you if she takes you in a second time. It was actually pretty damn hot, bein' honest."

Balabar was silent a moment. "Thank you." He rose up. "That will be all."

"By the way," Ancyl said, "did you know before that that you were bis—"

"That will be all."