El Dorado
(the version I like not that much)
by BoredAsAnythingSide
http://boredasanythingside.deviantart.com/
Night time, in a splendid garden filled luxuriously with beautiful flowers. Now however, they are casually ignored by the creature that walks this ground. Shiny and awkward, the creature stumbles on legs unbalanced by the strange counterweights she wears as clothing. In her delicate hands, a bundle. Reaching slowly, she picks up a pile and tosses it purposefully to the ground. A Blue and white pile.
The woods, dark and mysterious, surrounded Erika on every side. Sharp branches, poisonous flowers and strange noises on every side. The wood was calling animalistically to her, and she knew it wanted her gone. All this might have intimidated her, if she was not calmly lying down in her soft bed, as four of her slaves trudged along, carrying her high. Around her, various other Pokémon slaves cleared the area for her “lieutenant”, a writhing creature on the ground before her. Smiling happily, it slithered on, the happy Dragonair serving its owner. Behind her, a snail trail of cum from the constant waves of pleasure she received for her servitude. Other marks of this substance were also noticeable, flowing off the other slaves as they eagerly pushed through the vines. The air was thick with the musky smell, and to Erika’s warped mind it was the best perfume.
They had set off just this morning. It had taken little time to extract their target from her favorite slave, and she had set her aroused and eager minions to the task of packing provisions. For her, succulent steaks and exotic fruits, prepared of course by her chef slave, who she had caught leaving a popular five star restaurant at night (not a good idea, really). She was now her faithful “Mrs. Mime”, and retained all her cooking skills with out those inhibitions and feelings of independence. Meanwhile, everyone else ate Pokémon food, like the Pokémon they were. They didn’t mind. They never minded.
It was now coming close to sun down, and Erika reluctantly accepted they would have to bed down for the night. After having a small area of the ground meticulously cleaned, she lay down and prepared for bed. Dragonair slithered over, ready to give her “Bedtime story”.
Her head went slowly down, and she stuck her tongue roughly into Erikas exposed slit (Erika had chosen to go naked, as she had no need for clothes anymore, and they would just get in her slaves ways). Erika sighed and smiled, as Dragonair furiously licked her, trying desperately to get something. The former grass gym leader, tired from a long and fretful day, did not take long. Soon, Dragonairs face was covered in a healthy amount of white, and she stopped briefly to lick it all off. Dragonair thought that was the end of it, but Erika was feeling frisky, and as the blue clothed girl lay back, oblivious, Erika struck, sticking her hand far up Dragonairs privates. It was surprise, and Dragonair yelped and writhed desperately, until the pleasure set in and she began to pant, aroused beyond belief. Erika smiled.
“Now, now M-Dragonair. You don’t cum until my hand leaves, ya got that? No matter what”
“Yes….”
With that confirmation, Erika started to stretch her hands out, pushing the walls of the vagina. Misty squirmed and wanted desperately to let go, but she couldn’t. Not until she was allowed. Erika lifted her remaining hand to Dragonair’s breast, and like magic the suit peeled away to expose the delicate tit. Squeezing erotically, Erika was satisfied by the stifled groans from the ground, and gripped harder, until both nipples were erect, and Dragonair was struggling to contain her self. Erika smiled, and kissed the nipples, forcing more pleasure on her slave. She rubbed them both with her hand and face, and nestled her head between them. Finally, she gave them both one tight squeeze, and was delighted to see a small trickle of milk. Figuring that was enough for one night, Erika yanked her hand out of Dragonairs hot clit, barely beating the rush of cum that followed. Exhausted, Dragonair collapsed, one hand desperately digging into her clit, drudging more cum out, while Erika sat back, amused. She knew Dragonair would get little sleep tonight. She lay back, watched the stars, and smiled as other slaves struggled to lick her, as Dragonair had done before.
It was now midday, on the second day of the trek. Erika was feeling pumped, so she ordered her enslaved to charge forth at running pace into the thick treeline. She smiled with content as she watched her slaves furiously ignore the pain from their numerous cuts and bruises, and once again nearly wet herself at the amount of control over them she had. The forest was dark and seemingly endless, and for the moment Erika didn’t want it to stop. She loved this feeling of absolute control, and she could hardly wait for her bounty: a feast off mind controlled poke-suited woman, desperate for someone to be their master. All that stood in her way was their poke-suited leader, whom (from intelligence gained from Dragonair) had developed a new, independent conscience. One pokecollar should fix that.
She had her personal army to subdue them with, and soon she would have her very own isolated paradise, all she would have to do is to send her slaves to collect the readily prepared food and building materials left at her home, and she could live here, forever.
A small clearing, filled with erotic creatures pampering themselves to ecstasy. In the middle, a solitary, controlled figure, sitting on the rock that had become a symbol of her leadership. Her scout had returned not long ago, bringing news that the task set to her was complete. Eve had pleasured the Pokémon considerably, before sending her for well earned rest. Already, other scouts had notified her of a considerable force of like-minded Poke-girls heading directly to her base, lead by what seemed to be an ordinary human female. Eve smiled. This was going to be interesting.
Nighttime, and Erika was bored. Not content from the offers of her servants, she had sent them to bed without release, something they would not enjoy. They had not satisfied her, so she will not satisfy them. Only her lieutenant lay awake, keeping a watchful eye over the girls, like the faithful sheepdog to the farmer. Dragonair had not slept in days, and her eyes were baggy and dull. But she could not sleep until her master commanded her.
Erika, feeling a nighttime walk may help her sleep, set off daintily to walk by the lakeside they had camped upon. It was beautiful moonlit scene, and Erika fantasized about all the things she could do with her slaves her, when everything was settled. She briefly wondered how the other gym leasers were going, searching for her and Misty, but put such thoughts out of her head. They might encourage weakness.
It would be another ten minutes before she would come across the flower bed. Lit by the stars, a growth of fantastic green and white lay out like an inviting bed on the ground. Erika smiled. It was beautiful.
But she felt a pressing need to get rest, and prepared to turn back. But the need to rest was too strong, and Erika stopped. The slaves wouldn’t mind if she slept away, would they? And here was a lovely natural bed, ready for her. Just once. Just take a quick moment.
Erika lay down on the bed of unknown flowers. As she did, the contact from her bare skin on the flowers caused them to pollinate, releasing a luscious red fume into the air. Erika smiled. It was so pretty. So very pretty….
…She had no Idea who she was anymore. She couldn’t think straight. All she could think about was how lovely the flowers were, and how she should stay there, forever. She couldn’t think about anything else. The flowers were so arousing, the scent sooo good. She had felt something wet cover her leg multiple times, but she didn’t know what it was. It felt so good though, so she let it happen. Felt…so…Nice….
…
Dragging. Flowers going away. I want flowers…come back flowers…
Erika screamed herself awake. Her body was sweating, and she panted heavily. Had she…had she just been hypnotized? That’s what it felt like? More importantly, it could be done so easily to her! She thought she had built mind blocks to this! How had she been so stupid?
“Mistress is awake?”
Erika turned her head to look at the concerned face of Dragonair.
“You…you dragged me out, didn’t you? How did you resist the fumes?”
“I cover nose. It block smell. I drag you to safety away from nasty flowers.”
“…Thank you Dragonair. Thank you very much. That shows considerable bravery on your part. Would you like to be rewarded?”
“Yes…please”
“Alas, I am too tired from…the event, to provide you with help my dear slave. So I’ll have to get someone else to do it for me”
Erika beckoned clumsily to the horde of girls surrounding her, and all moved in closer.
“Slave, collect my “Rewarder”. Everyone else, please satisfy Dragonair here. You know how”
They did know how, and as the girls began to poke and tease the aroused Dragonair, a solitary Slave walked over to a small clasped back, and withdrew from it, the Rewarder.
Black and hard, the oversized dildo quivered in the slave’s hand, fueled by the powerful vibrator stored inside. Cold and stiff, the sexual weapon was ceremoniously handed to Erika, while the eager eyes of Dragonair watched on. Erika smiled.
“I haven’t had a chance to use this in a while, have I? This should be good then. First, some rules. This will be in your pussy for the remainder of the night, got that? It never leaves. That’s the number 1 rule. Secondly, while it does have a VERY powerful vibrator, that’s not enough, and therefore you must use one hand to thrust it back and forth inside you. That hand cannot leave the Dildo at any time. And third, and probably the most important rule, you cannot come until 6 o’clock tomorrow morning. You can become aroused as fuck, but no coming until then. That will also be when the other rules end. One final note. Slaves, you will be continually arousing Dragonair in everyway possible tonight. Nobody sleeps. This arousal of her will equal in arousment in your self, and should lead to cum. M-Dragonair, when you see their cum, you are twice as aroused as before, got that? Now...Have fun”
12’ o clock and the puddles of cum has become a pool. Erika dipped her finger in, and It tasted sweet.
2’ o clock, and many of the girls have tired out, they have collapsed on the ground, exhausted but not sleeping, and continually coming. The pool has now become a flood, and Erika has moved to higher ground.
4’o clock, and only the strongest remain. Dragonair long since lost her emotion, and has become a mindless fucking machine, having seemingly lost her consciousness to primal, animalistic pleasure. To increase the experience, Erika herself has come several times in the past hours.
5 to 5, and It’s near the end. No servants remain. All have collapsed. One had to be rescued, for fear of drowning in their own juices. Erika has come very close to Dragonair, and is sitting a few centimeters away from the girl. 3, 2, 1…
Erika softly rubbed herself in the lake water. It had taken two hours to remove the slimy coating that had covered her and all her slaves, and some of the clothes had been slightly stained. Erika sighed. It didn’t seem like much travelling would be happening today. Oh well, tomorrow they would arrive at the paradise anyway, and Erika wanted her troops fighting fit.
Midday, on the final day of trekking. The warriors are tired but exited. They could, quite literally, smell the all too familiar smell of woman’s sex wafting through the air. It would not be long now. Erika had taken from her bag a ceremonious cape and crown, as her only clothing. She giggled at the strange whimsy she had had before she left. This was going to be good. Slowly, the army halted, and Erika could just see a break in the forest ahead. This was it.
“Ok then. You know what you need to accomplish. I do not expect much resistance, but make sure you detain anyone who does defy my will. I will head directly towards their leader, with my lieutenant here, who will bind her and chloroform her with the rag here. This will pave the way for me to place this poke-collar on her. Are you ready for my paradise, unworthy slaves?”
“Yes mistress”
“Good. Subdue on my order. I wish to see their reaction”
And the army walked into the sunlight.
Erika had been expecting hostility. She had expected curiosity. She had not expected indifference. Around her, the woman she had sought to conquer scratched and played with themselves, completely ignoring the “invasion”. Erika hid a smile as she watched the woman indulge themselves. Whoever their leader was, they had style. Finally, Erika spotted the woman who must be controlling them. Sitting on a rock high above them, one woman sat more elegantly, more human than the rest. Erika smirked, and then withdrew it.
The woman was smiling. Why the hell was the woman smiling? Angrier than ever, Erika marched up to the woman.
“Hello. You must be this glorious paradise’s leader” Erika intoned in a harsh voice, “Mind If I steal it from you?”
The woman smiled daintily at her.
“Hello there, I’m not sure if you’re aware, but you have no clothes on, besides a rather horrid cape and crown.”
Erika bridled at this. Pushing her fury down, she spoke through gritted teeth.
“There is a very good reason for that. Namely, I am here to steal from you your little harem here, and take it for my own. I heard from my lieutenant here that you had regained your human consciousness. Prepare to lose it again! Dragonair, strike!”
Erika’s smile soon turned to confusion as Dragonair stayed in place, cloth in hand, smiling dazedly. The woman smiled.
“Wrong on two accounts. First of all, I did not regain my human consciousness, rather my suit one. And two, that is not your Lieutenant. That…Is your downfall”
“what-“
Erika got no more words in as a blue latex hand wrapped softly around her mouth and lulled her gently to unconsciousness.
Erika woke, and was surprised to find the sun setting. She was probably more surprised to find herself bound to a rock by strong rope, and gagged tight. In front of her, stood the woman she had tried to conquer.
“Look who’s awake. Genghis Khan rises again. But not today. For Today, you will be losing that little…attitude of yours. Permanently.”
The woman yanked off Erika’s gagged, and the bound woman snarled.
“I’ve got a couple of questions before any of that kinda of stuff happens. First of all, why did my Lieutenant, who I hand raised to total obedience of only me, betray me at a pindrop? Second, what has become of my more loyal slaves? Third, why have you not simply converted me while I slept and finally 4, how the hell do you think you can tame me? Because let me tell you, my mind is so much stronger than any of these harebrained sluts you have. I’ve done numerous courses on how to protect your mind from things like you.”
The Woman smiled.
“You don’t even want a name? I’ll give it anyway. It’s Eve. In answer to your first question, you did not, in fact, train her for total obedience only to you. You see Erika, that suit was meant to be your downfall all along. We PURPOSEFULLY dropped it in your garden, because my former human self had full access to the list of buyers of suits, and your name was on it. Many times. I have sent scouts all around the country to places run by woman like yourself, In order to bring them here with their army of suitable woman, and convert them to our side. You have in fact just been a lonely pawn in my large game of chess.”
Eve Paused to let this sink in, and watched with glee as a horrified curiosity spread across Erika’s face like butter.
“How…”
“…Did we do it? Simple. You believed that a poke-collar would easily tame all types of minds. Wrong. It was designed primarily for humans, so it won’t work on Pokémon or, in this case, suits. The suit your dear lieutenant is wearing was aware of the situation the whole time. It just played along so that you would eventually use it. You see, in your rush to control that poor woman, the suit saw its chance. While you were playing with it immensely and masturbating with glee over her loss, the suit was sending the entire sequence to me telepathically. Then, after you were done and asleep, the suit set to work, adding new instructions. Namely, to obey me over you in times when we were together. The suit, exhausted, finally gave up after that. Then, you did all our work for us. you even left no trace at your home. You see how far back your mistake actually was? We had you from the start.”
Erika shivered. It was all so well played. Eve continued.
“In answer to your other questions, your more loyal slaves are tied up together away from here. Like the ropes make a difference. In your absence, they’ve reverted to your auto-order, to play with themselves nonstop. Pretty funny actually, watching them try with hands behind their backs. Third question, I did not control you while you slept because it is a highly dangerous action that could cause brain damage. And not the one you like either. And 4th and final, well, I’ll guess we have to see huh? Lets just say we have a back-up plan for you.”
Erika tried to hold back the tears. It could have been so perfect. Now, she was going to lose it all! Eve ducked behind a rock, and came out with a suspiciously familiar pile of clothes.
“Now, I heard you trained grass types, so I got you a Gardevoir suit. Isn’t that nice?”
Erika stifled a laugh into a badly done cough, and Eve looked perturbed.
“What are you happy about?”
“Oh…nothing a sane person in this situation would laugh about…”
“Hmmm. Well, no more dilly dallying, lets get you ready for your new life!”
Erika smiled as the suit went on. It didn’t matter anymore. She had lost everything. She had no where to go. She might of even have been found out, and become a leper to the community. Right now, this was looking a better way to die. She giggled uncontrollably as the suit grabbed onto her legs. It tickled, and Erika laughed dementedly. She knew that going into this with a positive attitude might be essential for survival. Eve looked concerned. She had never seen an attitude like this before. Regardless, she continued to work, adjusting the suit accordingly. Erika laughed and moaned out load as the delicate suit played with her senses. She knew she could be as happy and aroused by this as she wanted, as long as she didn’t come. However, she had plenty of training in the area of holding back, and she reckoned the suit was in for a surprise.
She watched with detached eyes as the suit crawled up her legs. It had attractive coloring, green and white latex. The design was very clearly Gardevoir. It was also a very clearly a one-piece, but a very protective one. At the feet, two high heeled white soles stretched up seamlessly to the waist, at which point, to billowy sheets of white latex flapped uselessly around the legs, giving the dress impression Gardevoir was recognized for. The white continued on al the way to the neck. Around the stomach, a tight green corset, designed to flaunt the waist and expand the breasts, was ready to be buttoned on when the white was finished covering her. For sleeves, two green appendages stretched all the way to the hands, where three stubby fingers on each hand lay limp, ready to fit her own delicate and refined grasp. Erika smiled, and tried to keep desperately optimistic. At least she hadn’t lost the use of all her fingers, like the one in the Lugia suit over there! That was a plus!
The suit, meanwhile, had reached her hips, and Erika experimentally wiggled her toes. It felt nice and comfortable, as latex should. It might be awkward to walk on grass, but the heels would give her elegance and grace, as befitting Gardevoir. The suit had touched her crotch long ago, and had thrust itself upon her shaven sex, but Erika had easily resisted such attempts, even when it tried to bunch itself within her, she pushed back, and the suit gave up. This was easy. Why was it so hard for them to resist this before?
Eve looked carefully over the scene, as Erika smiled as if watching a comedy film. Reaching down, she lifted up the forlorn corset and deftly untied Erika’s hands from the rock. The former Gym leader briefly considered making a break for it, but the suit, as if in answer to the thought, tightened considerably around her legs, to the point that they were effectively paralyzed. Satisfied, Eve pulled the corset around Erika, and roughly pulled it together. The loss of easy breathing made Erika’s battle harder, but she consoled her self at the fact that her breasts were firm and huge now. She smiled.
“Good work Eve. Now I can see them in the corner of my eye!”
“…Godammit…you are good at fighting, aren’t you dearie? In your own mad way.”
The suit was not finished yet. Eve slowly slotted each of Erika’s strangely unresisting arms into the slots, and let the suit do the rest. Erika was happy as anything now. 90% done, and the suits voice, which had for sometime now been shouting out at her, was still a distant sound. Finally, the suit straightened itself out, and tried one last push against her. Shoving into her orifice and squeezing hard on her nipples, all It would get out of her was small giggle. It had lost. Erika laughed insanely.
“Haha! So much for controlling me, ‘Eve’. Guess this suit doesn’t work on perverted madwomen then, huh? Too tough for itty bitty Eve? Poor girl. Here, have a lollypop. Oh that’s right, I don’t fucking have one. Too fucking bad.”
Eve mock frowned.
“Well well well, the first to completely resist the suit. My, what a disaster.”
Eve then smiled brightly, as if an idea had only just struck her.
“But wait! This is perfect! Finally, someone to test our secret weapon on!”
Erika’s smile vanished.
“...secret weapon?”
“Oh yes. You thought it was over? Its only just began my dear girl. Only just began. Come with me.”
While Erika was immune the mental commands, physical commands were where the suit took over, clumsily following Eve for quite a while, until they reached a suspicious dent in the ground, covered by two huge leaves. Eve smiled.
“Behold, our secret weapon!”
And as a Lugia and Buneary roughly tugged the leaves away, Erika was pushed head first into the field of green and white flowers.
The world was green and white and pretty and green and white and pretty. Soooo soooo pretty. Soooo aroussssing. Words from high place. Talking. Sound.
“I see that didn’t take too long. No doubt you recognize this from a few days ago. Yes, we know about that one. Truth is though, that was only a group of premature flowers, with entirely different effects. You see, as children, the flowers are very nasty carnivores. They lure Pokémon or humans like yourself in, lull them into blissful, arousing sleep, in which they will never wake up if not removed. This usually kills them from starvation or dehydration. They don’t feel a thing. Once their dead, the meat slowly dissolves into bountiful manure for them to grow big in. as a plus, the smell attracts other animals, and the cycle is repeated. Grim, but beautiful don’t you think?”
Pretty flowers make head think hard. She ask question. What I think? I no think. Oh so aroused. So want to cum. But must not cum. Why not? Not sure, just no cum. No cum. Yes cum. No cum. Yes cum. What to do?
“Anyway, you’ll be both pleased and saddened to hear what the adult flower does. You see, unlike its violent offspring, an adult is more pacisfist. But In the end, its much more of a danger to you. You see, when a something wanders into a field of adult flowers, the effect is repeated with much more speed and arousal. The person or animal quickly collapses, and proceeds to mastur…what you’re doing right now. However, unlike the child, the flower does not need the manure. Rather, it needs special nutrients. Ones received through, you guessed it, masturbation or sex. However, unlike the child, sexual release with these flowers comes at a much greater cost. The added effect of the flowers and primal concentration completely destroys the pre-existing thoughts and desires, and replaces them with a simple, permanent order. This is only one cure for this, and it only works in the event you came outside of the flowers, which I’ll come to later. Once you cum, your stuck. The flower simply keeps you there, always coming, only stopping to feed or drink, so as to keep a supply coming. It has been predicted by the researchers at the latex store that you bought from, incidentally, that a sexually mature person could literally live the rest of their life mindlessly serving the flowers. Isn’t that cool? However, If a person is removed from the flowers before coming, the effect is completely removed.”
Stupid voice. Stop talking. Me want pleasure. Me no want cum though. But want cum. No, don’t want cum. Cant decided, hand pleasure soooo goooood. No cum. No cum n-cum cum cum cum cum! It not happening! Stupid body, cum!
Eve laughed.
“I’m talking to death ears, I see. I wonder how your incredible mental defenses are now, hmmm? Pretty weak, I imagine. Excuse me if I prattle on for just a bit longer. You see, if removed from the flowers power AFTER coming, excluding times where the slaves go to eat and drink, since they always take a petal with them, the person will simply become a hollow, aroused shell. It will not masturbate, it won’t do anything. It will simply die, like a victim of the offspring flowers. However, combined with the suit, and the cure, we have hypothisised that it will actually allow us to take out any mental defenses you have. Isn’t that nice?”
Stop talking. Want to cum now. Screw everything. cum cum cum c-yes! It’s about to! I can fee-stop! Let go! Leave me to my flowers! Leave me to my…oh god! I…nearly lost it there! My…my mental defenses! It was so quick…
Eve smiled wickedly.
“My dear, that was just to soften you up. You see, we wanted to finish you off in the style. You see, while you were having happy fun time in the flowers, my assistants here, noses plugged, filled this little red triangle here, the final part of your costume, with a concentrated essence of the flowers. Now, put your hoodie on. That’s it, all over the face. Nostrils blocked? Good. Let’s destroy you all over again.”
Erika was forced to splay her legs on the ground in a submissive pose, as Eve stood above her. Behind her, a line up of all of Erika’s servants, including Dragonair. All of them smiled happily, their pussy’s clearly wet. Erika realized with grim horror what was about to happen. One by one, the girls were lead towards her thurst out chest, with the evil red shape jutting out of it. One by one, they would sniff, buckle their knees, roll back their eyes and cum. Ordinary humans might of lasted longer, but this were humans now used to coming at every opportunity, and the now blank girl would be led to one of Eve’s servants, to be instructed on their new life. One by one, Eve was effortlessly converting Erika’s prized slaves to her side. Erika shed the first true tear in years. All of it gone. All gone. All her work, all her money, all her slaves. And every slave she lost was because of her own mistake. It was too much to bear. Finally, Dragonair came over. Unlike the others, she reckognised her former master under the hood, and smiled, before looking obediently at Eve, who nodded. Dragonair took a long wiff, came, and fell down, silenced. Her best slave, her favourite. In the end, she was what caused Erika to be this way, and she was why Erika was here now. It was gone now. All gone.
Erika walked slowly back to the main part of “paradise”. It had been nothing but hell to her. She was walking of her own accord, to her own doom. She had given up. The mighty Erika, broken. Eve calmly told her to sit submissively to her. Like the opposite of a firing squad, the mask was somberly taken off, her nose held tight by Eve’s hand. It was the only thing tying her to humanity. Eve smiled.
“You know, where almost like Ying and yang, you and me. Nearly the exact same people, with completely different motives. Guess I won though. It was fun Erika, it really was. Best game of chess I’ve had in a while. But your 1st in a line of fools rushing here, and you know what? You’re special. I really, really enjoyed destroying you from the inside out. Goodnight, Erika. Don’t worry. You won’t remember a thing.”
And the hand came off.
Cum cum cum cum cum! Forget mind, just cum. It no matter, cum. Stop…cum…thinking…cum…about…cum…stopping…cum. JUST…………………..CUMMMMMMMMMM
The tiniest dribble. The merest white dripped slowly out. Then it stopped, as the whole mind relaxed. Then, it came again, bringing everything the day had thrown at her in one massive orgasm. Then it stopped. And Erika stopped. Erika, the gym leader, stopped. Erika, the pervert monster stopped. Just stopped.
<finally, I can speak. Phew boy, I’ve been yelling my metaphorical ass back there. You ready hun?>
…
<Sounds like it. Ok then, here we go: Repeat what I say exactly, and when you do, remember it in the lowest, deepest part of your brain. The bit that can’t be erased>
Repeat what you say exactly, and when I do, remember it in the lowest, deepest part of my brain. The bit that can’t be erased.
<Good. You are a Pokémon. A Gardevoir. You were never a human. You were always, Gardevoir. You speak human. You do not question it. You think in English, but your mind is Gardevoir>
I am a Pokémon. A Gardevoir. I was never a human. I was always, Gardevoir. I speak human. I do not question it. I think in English, but my mind is Gardevoir.
<Yes. You also serve Eve. Eve is your master. She caught you. Do what she says. ANYTHING that she says.
I also serve Eve. Eve is my master. She caught me. I Do what she says. ANYTHING that she says.
<Good. I think that covers it. You will now listen to instructions by Eve. What she says, you will remember. Also keep in mind that the red spike with the flowers in it will be there for a while, so all orders and instructions must be remembered in your deepest subconscious, the place the flowers can never go. Don’t bother repeating that, by the way. Just say yes>
Yes.
<Good>
“E-Gardevoir, can you hear me?”
“Yes.”
“Will you obey me?”
“Yes.”
“Good. From now on, you will refer to me as mistress. Understand?
“Yes mistress.”
“Perfect. Now, in your past life, you were the most dominant creature on the planet. Now, as punishment for your crimes, you will be the lowest. From this moment on, as long as that red triangle is full of flowers, they will arouse you considerably, and will make you come every time you smell that scent. Since the scent is coming from your chest, that must mean you will be coming nearly every second of everyday. However, you also have other duties. Your main job is stress relief. Basically put, everyone here has a right, not a privilege, to fuck you in any manner they please. You don’t mind. You’re just a submissive slut. You will constantly orgasm, and will do NOTHING except come, all day, and all night, without sleep or rest. To eat, you will be hand fed. To go toilet, you will have to be helped. However, this will only last until your immune system eventually gets used to the flowers, thanks to our special cure placed in your food. After that, I may give you something better to do, but until then, your job is to stay here and become a solitary figure of sex. You understand?
“Y-HUH-HUH-ES-HUH-MISTRESSSSSS”
“Good. Now, for your…coronation ceremony”
Eve roughly grabbed Erika’s head, and thrust it into her crotch. Instinctively, Erika licked, her tongue jumpy from the sweet perfume wafting from her chest. She stuck her tongue in further and further, trying to taste the juices. Eve smiled. Reaching down slowly, she lifted one of Erika’s limp hands to Eve’s breast, and the hand latched on and squeezed. Eve laughed, and lifted the other hand to the same position. The proud and intelligent lion had become the weak and stupid kitten, desperately trying to get what it wanted, all the time. Eventually, Eve let go, and Erika lapped up the juices and thoroughly cleaner her pussy dry, before sitting back, and beginning the cumming cycle that would be her life for quite a while. Eve sat up, yawned, and walked over to her bed, falling softly asleep to the sounds of exctasy.
***
In the great forest, several fires burned. Man made fires. People were coming to Paradise, people Erika would have called allies. Like mice to the cheese, they edge ever closer to the fate of Erika, never realizing that someone, just one person, could be smarter than them.
