Wicked Amusement Ch. 08

Snatch shifted slightly. His hand was creeping down to his cock, which, fully erect, was beginning to conspicuously tent his trousers. Lea didn't seem to notice.

"You just want to submit," she sang softly. "Because it feels so good to lose control, to let the pleasure take you. Feels so good to touch yourself. And touching yourself is the only way to regain control."

Wait. Snatch frowned.

Shit.

"You're hypnotizing me," he said, but his voice came out weak, soft. Almost submissive, he realized, and his cock gave a happy little throb at that dangerous thought.

"No, no," she soothed. "I'm just explaining. You should know what it feels like. Don't you want to understand?"

Yes. He wanted to understand. He wanted to... needed to...

No! He wrenched his gaze away, but the fog lingered. She wasn't just hypnotizing him visually, he realized. She was speaking, too, and her words had sunk into his head. He couldn't...

For a moment, he forgot what he was worried about. The alarm slipped away, into the back of his head, and it didn't seem to matter quite so much. He just needed to watch Lea, to listen to her. He just wanted to understand.

Then, he fought his way to the surface. He was too horny. That was the problem. He had to regain control.

Had to... had to cum. That was the only way to regain control. Right?

He started to rub against the fabric separating his member from open air. He was so hard already, so sensitive. He needed to cum. He was so close.

"And you touch yourself," she moaned, "and you're s-such a good... good boy. Such a good boy, letting the lust take you." Her own motions were getting more vigorous. "Such a good boy, submitting to the p-pleasure like that."

But he wasn't submitting. Was he? Snatch's brain paused, but his hand kept moving. The pleasure was rising up around him, a deadly sneaker wave that threatened to wrench his footing out from under him. He was so confused. So horny. He would try to concentrate on a thought, only for it to squirm from his grasp, replaced with a feeling of tranquil pleasure.

He stroked faster, ogling Lea's gorgeous body as she furiously masturbated. His strokes were in time with hers, he realized belatedly.

No. This was wrong. He had to fight. Had to...

... this was wrong. He had to... no, she was hypnotizing him, and he had to...

... he had to cum. No. He had to resist. But he couldn't... couldn't...

"Can't think," she gasped, rocking back and forth in her cage. "because it feels so, so g-good. Your thoughts just... just slip away. Resistance slips away. So horny! So good! Y-yes?"

"Yes," he heard himself whisper, even as his mind struggled to pick up its scattered pieces, struggled frantically to understand what was going on.

"Yes!" she cried, "Such a good... such a good, g-good, good girl..."

Good girl? The statement caught Snatch off-guard. For a moment, the fog cleared a little, and he realized just how much Lea was into her own spell. She was sweaty and gasping, bucking on her fingers with obvious desperation.

"Good girl," she whispered. "I'm gonna—she's gonna—you're, uh—oh—"

Snatch's mind finally managed to regain its balance. It hovered there a moment, totally motionless, balancing on the edge of a thin wire fence. Then it tipped. Snatch's hand went still on his shaft.

"N-no!" Lea cried. "Y-you wanna... wanna... it's so hard to stop, you want pleasure so bad, so, so bad—"

With a titanic effort, Snatch pulled his hand from his cock.

"L-look into my eyes!" she squeaked. "S-so pretty, s-so... so..."

Snatch managed to close his eyes. Somehow, it was almost as hard just to commit that simple action.

"S-so hot..." he heard Lea whimper. "Can't... can't move, can't..."

Her words tickled at his brain, tugging at his arousal. He hesitated, struggling a moment, but Lea was too horny herself to be effective now. He rose to his feet.

As he did so, blood rushed down to his legs. His head swam a moment, then righted itself. The mind control seemed to be fading. He realized only then how very stupid it had been to sit down to begin with. Shit. I'm still a bit drugged, aren't I?

He stumbled away from the crate as Lea came. It sounded like a short, unfulfilling orgasm, and he could hear the anguish in her voice as she realized he'd broken free. He looked back, and saw a look of pure despair in her eyes. This had been her last chance.

He backed towards the stairs. "Sorry," he said. "I got people on the line for this."

Lea swallowed. She watched him go, her eyes full of equal parts misery, resentment and resignation. "I can understand that."

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Boobimbo's chin finally touched the cool surface of the water. Her big, dumb tits were already submerged in the fountain, which suddenly felt impossibly deep. She could feel them pulling her, dragging her down just as they had pulled her mind into this dark, comforting, quiet place in her mind. Her end was near.

And still the hands teased. And still the hands tormented. She had whimpered and whined and begged, but Ceffy didn't even seem to care.

Or, rather, Ceffy did care. She cared a lot. Ceffy loved to torment Boobimbo, the big-breasted pet knew. Ceffy loved to make her beg and gasp and moan. Ceffy loved to watch her eyes widen, to see the desperation build into panic, then into worship.

Boobimbo loved Ceffy. She beamed up at her owner even as she pleaded for release. And still the hands teased. And still the hands tormented. Boobimbo's breasts needed to be squeezed, licked, sucked, milked. Only then would her brain be able to catch up. Only then would she be able to think about what she was currently agreeing to.

"And once you swear," Ceffy whispered, "there's no goin' back. You're gonna be mine." Her voice had turned husky.

Boobimbo knew that Ceffy was almost as aroused as she was. But Ceffy's breasts were smaller. Big, but not as big. And Ceffy didn't seem to mind them at all. Ceffy's beautiful breasts didn't dumb her down, didn't make her sleepy and obedient. They didn't make her a dumb, horny slut. Not like Boobimbo, who could no longer even remember her real name.

Boobimbo knew she was about to go beneath the surface of the water soon. Then she would be in danger of drowning. Ceffy wouldn't let it get that far, though. Ceffy had a wicked, wonderful plan. All Boobimbo had to do was swear to serve her forever. Wasn't that fair?

Swear by the Reality.

Despite it all, Boobimbo hesitated.

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Lim hurried into town dressed in her current "working clothes"—a pair of tight black leather pants and a loose-fitting jacket. They didn't match very well, but Lim had stolen the jacket from the pine dryad who'd stolen her pants. Lim honestly had no idea where her own shirt was, much less her brassiere. This caused her some discomfort—her breasts were unbound and swung free as she ran—but Lim barely noticed. Her mind was on other matters.

Honestly, she'd only been gone for a moment. She'd been off masturbating by an ant mound, recollecting her encounter with Larya, and then... well, seconds had turned to minutes. Had maybe turned into longer things. Lim bit her lip. When she'd gotten back, the sidhe had gone. Drawn off by something very unique, Lim now realized.

As Lim made her way into the town, she realized that the place seemed almost deserted. She looked around. "Huh. Weird!"

"Psst!"

Lim gave a start. She spun around, but didn't see anyone.

"Psst!" This time, Lim adjusted her hearing senses, heightening her normal ears. She realized that the walls of one of the nearby houses was morphing. It was a window—a window in the strange fibrous stuff these buildings were crafted off. Only an elf could open those, or certain skilled fey.

Lim stalked over and peeled open the window. A pair of young elves—perhaps in their teens, in elf years—looked up at her guiltily. Lim quickly drew her jacket closed and scowled at them. "What are you doing?"

"Your friend's in the center o' town," whispered one, a girl with bright green eyes. In time, Lim knew, those eyes would go gray, and the green of her skin would fade until it was almost imperceptible. "The druidess."

"Where is everyone?" Lim asked, mind racing. The catgirl could feel a million thoughts all competing for attention now. She fought to keep focus, but it was unbelievably hard. It always got harder when she was stressed.

"Inna center o' town," the boy said, blinking. His eyes were much brighter, and Lim guessed he was at least a decade younger than his sister. "They's doin' Adult Matters. We're not to venture."

"Hm." Lim furrowed her brow. "Gotcha." She hesitated. Again, the curiosity tugged at her, distracted her. She fidgeted a little with the coat buttons. Well, might as well answer a few questions. Maybe it'll quiet me inside. "Why're you telling me this?"

The two elf youths went bright green. They exchanged nervous looks.

"Could you... show us them?" ventured the girl.

"Just a peep!" said the boy, clearly trying not to look eager.

Lim rolled her eyes. "You're, what, sixty?"

"I turn seventy in five years!" protested the girl.

"Sorry, kids. Primal Code. Also, morals." Lim slammed the window shut.

For a moment, her mind was caught up contemplating the conversation. What's got the elves all worked up for a glimpse at fey boobs? Must be devilry a-work. Not surprising, if—hm.

Lim blinked.

Through all the intrusive thoughts and half-finished lines of consideration, a few stray wires had finally connected. Her eyes widened. "Exhibition channel!" she blurted out, bolting toward the center of town.

"Toldja we shoulda asked her to show us them first," grumbled the girl from behind the window.

"Frikkin' fey."

"Five years, Glim. Five years, and I tell you..."

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Lim bit her lip as she beheld the scene in front of her. Was she too late?

Elves, most of whom naked, littered the town square. Many were actively pleasuring themselves or each other; the rest were just lying still, recovering from passionate orgies. Elves weren't exactly known for their stamina—there was a reason they usually favored pleasuring one another with hands and mouth. It was clear that the 'main event' had concluded.

But there, at the very center, Lim saw the source of the chaos. The old fountain. Her eyes narrowed. Ceffyl, you fucking nag.

The catgirl rushed over, catlike ears already twitching as she activated a spell. The closer she got, though, the worst the lust waves became. Her knees began to quake. Desperately, she pulled herself as far away from the World Base as possible. Oh, fuck. Fuck. She's good. So good!

As she reached the fountain, she saw Ceffy, the local kelpie, lying in the pool. Larya lay between her legs, facing up into Ceffy's big, brown eyes. Larya's eyes were glazed over and vacant. Lim felt her clit tingling at the sight.

The human druidess was submerged up to her chin, and Lim could see that Ceffy's hands were touching Larya's breasts. Barely. Fine, soft touches. Larya was speaking, but barely above a murmur, as though even speaking was too much effort.

"I..." Larya breathed in huskily. "I s-swear..."

Lim's heart blazed. YOU FUCKER.

In one swift motion, she stepped forward. Only then did Ceffy give any sign she noticed Lim—the kelpie twitched, but did not look up, likely for fear of breaking the spell. Perhaps she hoped Lim would give in to the lust waves. Perhaps Ceffy hoped a lot of things.

Lim was horny, but not that horny. Her cat ears twitching like mad, she reached down and tapped Ceffy on the forehead. With her other hand, she touched Larya's hair.

Transferring and copying over sensation was easy for catgirls. Transferring fake sensation—sensation heightened or faked through mind control—required a master mage.

Lim didn't like to brag.

Ceffy let out a hoarse shriek, afalling backwards with a splash. As this happened, Larya slipped down the rest of the way, but Lim was quick. She wrapped her arms around the druidess and pulled her up, resting her against the edge of the fountain. Larya was like a rag doll, totally limp in Lim's arms.

"I s-swear..." Larya moaned.

"Shh!" Lim leaned down and kissed Larya, mostly to shut her up. "Shh! Shh!" Larya's lips were luscious and soft, and Lim had to stop herself from going overboard. This lust was not fading just yet. It was a mighty channel. But then again, of course it was. It was Larya.

Larya blinked., apparently recognizing her would-be savior. "L-Lim," she whispered. Lim's knees wobbled at the sensation. Larya's voice was whispery and sweet, and Lim's ears were still sensitive. "Lim. Lim."

"Stop saying my name," Lim whispered back.

"So heavy..."

"I know!" Lim giggled. She knelt in the fountain. "Just look at how she's handling it." She gestured over her shoulder.

Behind her, Ceffy was struggling with a newfound sort of empathy. All the suggestions, all the commands, all those nasty little tricks... they all now applied to her.

And she was not handling them well. The kelpie now clutched her breasts, gasping and moaning, desperately trying to 'milk' them with weak squeezes. But she sounded exhausted. Soon, her arms would fall to her sides, and she would be left incapable of gaining release. Paralyzed by the sheer false 'weight' of her boobs.

At least until the elves decided to help her out. If they ever did. The Celestials had a harsh policy on failure, as Lim understood it.

Served her right. Using the Reality oath in mind control was damn perverted, even by wintry standards standards.

Lim returned her focus to Larya, whose eyelids were fluttering. She was close to going back to sleep, Lim realized. She giggled again. "Aw! That girl really did a number on you, huh? We sleepy?"

"Yeah..." Larya mumbled. "Gonna be... good milkcow..."

Lim reached forward, taking one breast tenderly in her hands. She felt the budding druidess's lust coursing through her, threatening to overwhelm her. There was nothing for it. Action had to be taken.

"Ooh," she breathed, her voice turning wispy, "does this sweet titty have sweet milk for kitty?"

Larya's eyelids fluttered again, but Lim had her attention now, Lim knew.

"Is this little milkcow really to be milked?" the catgirl cooed. She leaned forward, licking the nipple tenderly. She felt Larya's chest heave.

"P-please," Larya whimpered. "Please milk Boobimbo..."

Lim couldn't help but smirk a little at the nickname. So childish. So degrading. "Need lots of nummy milk for kitten!" she sang, giggling again.

Larya shuddered. "Milk me," she gasped. "Milk me, kitten!"

Lim licked the nipple once more, savoring Larya's torturous pleasure. And then she could bear it no longer.

"Kitten wants milk!" she squealed, and fastened her lips on the breast. And she started to suck.

Larya's orgasm coursed through her like a tidal wave. Lim moaned into the breast. She licked her rough tongue over the nipple, stimulating the sensitive flesh. She brought her hands up, squeezing and petting and stroking both smooth, perfect tits, delighting in the results.

Larya kept coming, and so did Lim. Lim's whole body rocked and shook. The catgirl was in heaven. Nobody had ever filled her with so much perfect bliss. She loved this woman.

"Yes!" she heard Larya scream. "Yes, please! Milk me, kitten! Thank you, Mistress! Thank you thank you thank you—" Lim switched to the other breast, lapping at it eagerly, and Larya's words devolved into screams.

And Lim heard screams from all around. The elves were cumming. Lim was totally immersed in pleasure herself—she still hadn't stopped coming—but she allowed her mind to reach in and heighten things a little bit. Larya's got a lot left in her, she thought smugly. Let's keep this channel running 'til she's had her share.

She trembled as the orgasm hit a fresh note, and her hands plunged down, abandoning the breasts. One shot to her own pussy, the other reached towards Larya's. Larya, still helpless, only begged and screamed and thanked her mistress, her lover, her dear, sweet kitten.

Lim realized then that she intended to make this last a while.

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TO BE CONTINUED

Goblin's Note: Extra-long chapter this week, and the next chapter of Wicked Amusement will be, too! Thanks for reading! Comments, feedback and ratings are always hugely appreciated.