The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Even through the dark gags that filled their mouths the two struggling and screaming women were far louder than the heavy armor of the guards who forced them into the dimly lit room. At its center was a sturdy if small wooden table with a candle placed at the center. A heavy wooden chair sat at either side of the table. Heavy steel shackles hung from the chairs, and at the sight both women began to struggle all the more violently.

Their sad attempts at blows threatened to bruise their skin before affecting the women beneath the heavy armor.

Within moments both were shoved into a chair. Many moments after that they both found their wrists and ankles bound to their chairs. There was a significant enough reach afforded to their arms, but their legs were trapped tight against the smooth wood. Both tried to rise and pull away, but found their chairs immobile and their bonds too thick and tight.

“What a pair you make.” A husky voice laughed from the darkness. It was a woman’s voice that neither recognized. “Thank you for your assistance, ladies. You may leave.”

The armored women gave no verbal response, only quick nods. Their heavy footsteps were almost inaudible over the quite loud objections of the bound women. Even gagged they managed an impressive volume each. Together it formed a maddening flurry of sound.

In the left chair sat Lorena. Her face was exceptionally soft and round. Combined with her long straight blonde hair and gentle blue eyes she looked entirely too young. Her shape was that of a woman, subtle elegant curves that rested under a glittery dress that clung tight to what there was of her chest before billowing out more loosely over her legs.

In the right chair sat Rhian. Contrasting Lorena her features were sharp, with strong cheekbones and an angular face complimented by a sharp chin. Her blazing red curls set off her gorgeous green eyes and milky pale skin in equal measure. There was no mistaking her as anything less than a woman in her corseted black dress that looked as though her heavy bosom would escape if she moved poorly. Her escape attempts showed that not to be the case, but jiggling still spread across her breasts with every struggle and tug.

“You will be silent. Now. I am the Queen’s chosen arbiter, and it will do neither of you favors to make my job more difficult.” A tall woman stepped into the light, her lips curled into a pleased grin as the women quickly silenced.

Both of the sitting women possessed soft bodies clearly used to lives of leisure. The arbiter’s voice was firm and tight as her body. It took hardly a glance to see she was a woman of doing. She wore a white, heavily-embroidered vest that held tight to her body and exposed her visibly muscled arms. Her skirts were far shorter than the ladies she stood over, exposing so much of her long toned legs that looked threatening and beautiful both.

“Good. Very good. My name is Ghada. Your queen called upon an outsider because I have no stake in your quarrels. Quarrels that she feels are growing quite… tired.” Ghada smirked as she stepped closer. The candle light illuminated her face and danced seductively in her deep brown eyes. “But by the time you leave this room, your quarrels will have ended. Permanently.

“Now, if you will both promise to behave, then I can remove your gags and we can discuss this matter like civilized women. Or you can continue to struggle against the inevitable, and neither of you will leave of your own will.”

Lorena’s small hands squeezed tightly at the heavy wooden armrests under them. She looked past the candle flame to Rhian’s eyes as if for an answer. Rhian sighed and gave Ghada a quick nod.

A moment later Lorena did the same.

“This is very good. I would quite prefer to enjoy this as much as possible. Your queen’s orders were very strict, if blessedly nonspecific. You may not have heard of me, but those with power know my name, and know what I am capable of. I am not a woman one enlists lightly.” Ghada’s smirk softened to a calm smile as she moved behind Rhian and began slowly loosening the leather strap. “And this way, the two of you have a choice. That does make it much more . . . fair.”

Once Rhian’s gag was pulled away her hands rose to rub at her sore face. Her mouth parted for a moment, words on her tongue to protest. Her eyes again met Ghada on her way to loosen Lorena’s.

Rhian’s mouth fell back shut.

“Do feel free to speak, however. You are my prisoners, but there’s no reason for you to be silent. From what I’ve heard of your voices not raised in anger they’re both quite lovely.”

Ghana pulled away Lorena’s gag, and again stepped from the light. Blue and green eyes both followed her as she disappeared. The blonde sunk back into the chair, frowning at its unyielding surface. Her movements were clearly a retreat, but there was nowhere for her to hide. There was not even a way for her to sink away from her rival. She kicked her legs in vein in a final attempt to break free before letting out a heavy sigh. There seemed to be no escape.

Maybe if I was stronger, I could have escaped. Maybe If I was more powerful I could have bribed the guards, or made them too afraid to grab me up. One can never be too wealthy or too well connected. Lorena sighed again as she slowly shook her head. If I get out of here I’ll need to learn about this Ghada. Ignorance is a weakness I can’t afford.

Across from the table Rhian’s neutral expression failed to betray the thoughts racing behind. Her nails tapped an imperfect beat on her chair as she shifted to find comfort in the firm surface. It gave nothing, but it took nothing. The curve of her rear provided a most welcome cushion.

“Then if neither of you are feeling quite talkative, I shall begin. Your queen gave me a task. To settle your dispute. For a time I hid in the shadows. I watched your dealings. I studied your grievances. I had imagined that I might find one of you in the wrong. Perhaps one of you had begun this petty bickering purposefully. Perhaps one of you had escalated it too far in some unique, unforgivable way.” Ghana laughed. “But no. You’ve both been quite well matched.

“Your loathing has been mutual from the start. An oddly rare thing, that. You would still both be here, but one of you would be in an advantaged situation. Your games have begun to destabilize civil discourse. So I have chosen the method to end your dispute. A game of chance.”

Two chalices preempted Ghana in her return to the light. They looked to be made of heavy steel. Intricate knots traced from one side of them to the other, though they seemed otherwise unremarkable. The woman carrying them was far more interesting. She smiled more as she set a chalice before each of the women.

Both were empty.

“This is a rather basic game. One of these cups will make the woman who drinks from it a slave. The other, will make the woman who drinks free. You must choose together who is to drink from which cup. In fact, you must agree. This is to be a fair game.”

Though Rhian simply looked thoughtful, Lorena whimpered and clutched ever tighter at her chair. It must be Elysium! It’s said to drink enough is to never escape paradise within one’s own mind… With one’s good faculties melted away in bliss, the body, and what remains of the self, becomes obedient to those who would command her. No cure. Never ending. Lorena shuddered. I can’t afford to lose. Even if it wasn’t to Rhian, I can’t be like that. I won’t.

Green eyes hooded as Rhian’s lips slowly shifted to a smile. “I suppose this is a lot better than being exiled, mm? So is that all? We decide who drinks from which chalice, and then…”

“And then.” Ghada nodded as she returned to the shadows much more briefly, filling each cup slowly from an unadorned glass decanter. “There is nothing more for me to do now that your cups have been filled. Discuss. Agree. You have an hour to come to a conclusion, or you forfeit this chance for mercy and instead both become my payment. Begin.”

Their eyes met from either side of the table as Ghada fled anew to the shadows. They were alone together in the light. Lorena’s expression slowly turned into a wounded pout. Rhian’s fell to a grin.

“So here we are. To think that we would pose such a threat to stability that our queen would call an outsider! And here I thought us below her notice as we danced through her realm that was more ours than hers. But I suppose between our dealings so much of the land is divided, mm? Our competition has set so many at one side or another. Merchants. Guilds. When did it even begin, Lorena?” Rhian threw back her head as she laughed. Her chest jiggled and shook in its tight confines, yet somehow remained contained.

Lorena again tried to hide back inside of her chair. A defeated sigh slid slowly from her lips before she huffed quietly. “You know as well as I do, Rhian. It began young, when we fought over the hearts of our classmates and marks.”

Rhian tapped a finger thoughtfully against her painted lips. Lorena ignored her finger, and focused instead on her eyes. She couldn’t allow herself to be distracted.

One drink was going to decide everything.

Blue eyes slid shut as Lorena tried to focus her thoughts. I can’t let her decide. That’s always been her advantage. Decisiveness. Of course saying that… To choose my own downfall…

“Why don’t we just end this quickly? Neither of us has any idea what lies in either chalice. I’ll simply choose to drink at the one before me. They make no difference either way. To prolong this is to give our captor and queen more pleasure than they deserve, mm?” Rhian raised an eyebrow as Lorena slowly opened her eyes. “How does that strike you?”

“No.” Lorena spoke so quickly that she couldn’t resist laughing at herself. It was a soft, quiet laugh but to her constant annoyance possessed an airy youthful quality.

“Very well. I can accept that. Then… here. It seems our bonds were arranged to afford certain opportunities.” Rhian leaned forward with a crooked grin as she reached for the chalice before both herself and Lorena. She rested them before her, and with a hand over their round bases began to shift them like a poor version of a shell game before placing one back before Lorena.

The blonde woman raised an eyebrow and looked curiously at the chalice placed before her. I can’t tell… It looks the same, but then so does the one before Rhian! She could have kept track of which was which, but as she said… Neither of us know which is which.

For just a moment it occurred to Lorena that all of this could be an elaborate setup by her rival. Both cups could be poisoned, but Rhian could have already taken a preemptive antidote. This “Ghada” could just as easily be a foreign woman who valued Rhian’s coin. The guards that had taken her from the square had worn the queen’s crest but that was hardly conclusive.

With enough money anything was possible, and both of them were born into families with financial clout. Then they’d expanded from such paltry bases. Lorena was sure she could hire such guards if she wished to.

And if I could, so could Rhian… but I saw her pulled from that building with a gag in her mouth. Public. Far too public. She could have done such a thing, and doing so certainly furthers the believability of such a scheme. But no. This escalation is not of her style. If she was going to hire someone in armor to kidnap me, she would pay more for their knife than their armor.

Lorena frowned and stared intensely at the chalice sitting before her. “I have always hated you. Even when we were younger you possessed features that drove others to take you more seriously. To desire you. Responsibilities and power both, thrust at you without end.”

Even as she spoke a part of the blonde recoiled at how her voice twisted the spite in her words. She wanted to hurl venom, but her soft small voice made the words cute.

I’ve never been dishonest with myself that I loathe her out of envy.

“And you, Lorena. Always pampered like a babe. So much done for you because none would assume you could do it for yourself.” Rhian snorted as she slowly shifted the chalice in front of her. “While things became more difficult for me, they became easier for you. Those pretty blue eyes filling with tears, a quiver from your lip… I might be able to laugh and make anyone do whatever I wish, but you never had to laugh. You just had to pout.”

Again their eyes met. The candle between them flickered and danced as if pushed side to side by the intensity of their gazes. For a long moment there was silence.

Several times Lorena began to part her soft pink lips before they fell shut anew. She could remember hating Rhian more intensely than she could remember anything else. Everything that I’ve accomplished has come from our mutual distaste. I earned it all myself, but oh the motivation she’s given me. She’s never fallen far behind, or gotten far ahead…

Lorena leaned close to her chalice and took a long slow sniff. It smelled like no poison she had ever heard of. Elysium had no scent. That was one of its more popular properties.

A powerful desire to choose almost overpowered the young looking blonde. This must be the same urge that Rhian felt. To choose and be done. To pick the one before me and get it over with. Such little thought in it, but it does have appeal.

“Sitting here like this, trying to decide my fate with the choice of a cup… makes it all seem so foolish. Our rivalry has given us so much, and it feels so much more positive in this moment than it ever has.” Lorena paused, and pushed the cup away from her slowly until it threatened to bump into the candle. “It makes all of the petty things we’ve done, as our hostess put it, seem so… misplaced.”

“Indeed. You might be a brat who gets so much freely given to you and so many burdens lifted without care… but you probably didn’t deserve that slight at the ball. Or that little tiff that I started in the hall of guilds over your association…” Rhian smiled a thin lipped, flat eyed smile.

Lorena sighed as she slouched back against the hard wood behind her. This time she didn’t try to hide or escape, but to focus on the firmness of the texture. There was a comfort to be found in how solid it felt. “And you hardly deserved that rumor about the creams you use to maintain your bust… the mishap with the shipment to the seamstress’s guild… or the mess with your jeweler…” The two laughed. Rhian’s shook through her bust. Lorena’s made her sound like she belonged sitting in front of a smaller table.

Both of them frowned.

“You are a shrewd woman, Lorena. When you take action you take it well. If perhaps… hesitantly.” Rhian slowly shook her head, red curls bouncing a fraction of the shakes her laugh sent through her bust. “It would be a shame for your mind to end up a puddle on your underclothes.”

“And yours, Rhian.” Lorena paused, and looked to where she had last seen Ghada disappear.

She hesitated for a moment too long to feel it honest to argue with Rhian’s taunt. The thought seemed too soft. The act betrayed what she had been about for so long.

Perhaps… Perhaps this is better than choosing poorly.

“Ghada?”

The first reply was a slow creek of wood. The second was a soft laugh. “Yes, Lorena dear?”

“Is there any chance of… Of an allegiance between the two of us leading to a less… destructive result from this arbitration?” Lorena sighed, her teeth closing slowly around her bottom lip. Rhian visibly shuddered, but Lorena did her best to pretend she didn’t notice it. Those were her charms, infantile though they may have been. That Rhian found her distasteful was secondary to avoiding eternal obedience. “I find little desire to see my rival’s potential so wasted. If we could come to some form of—”

“No, Lorena. There is no chance.” Both shackled women whimpered as Ghada laughed again. “Your past behavior has shown an ebb and flow of hostilities. For a while you can remain civil, even behave. There have been times some recalled to me where it almost seemed as if one or both of you actually had legitimate respect for the other.

“For that reason… no. You cannot be trusted to move on from this behavior unless a victor is chosen. One of you will have no rival when you leave this room. The other will no longer comprehend how she could have.”

Lorena let out a low whimper as she stared worriedly down at her cup again. Rhian smirked and nodded. “Reasonable. I suppose I wouldn’t trust us either.”

Silence overtook the room again. The redhead wore a thoughtful smile as she looked forward to her rival. At a glance she seemed very confident. Nothing had changed that bettered her position but somehow she wore the revelation with a look of victory. It disquieted Lorena, who could not fight the pout that fell over her face.

She still doesn’t know which cup will spell her doom! She’s exactly clueless as I am, how can she-

“Choose.” Rhian interrupted Lorena’s thoughts with her firm, harsh command. “Before, I was happy with ending things as they started. You weren’t. So… since I’d rather like a chance of half than a chance of none if we run out the entire hour… choose. I will cede to whatever you choose.”

Blue eyes blinked. “You really want me to choose? I could chose correctly, and you—”

“Could choose poorly. But I don’t see any reason why, were I you, that I would let me choose. So I shall cede it to you entirely.” Rhian shrugged. “This will end the wait. Choose.”

Lorena nodded, and again stared down at her glass. “Fine. Then I’ll choose.” It was easier to say than to do, but the thought of delaying and giving her rival a reason to gloat seemed unforgivable.

The easy choice would be to leave things as they are. That’s what she wanted. But then she changed them… and if this is my last act, I can’t let her show me up! Lorena grinned, and reached across the table as she switched the cups one more time. For all I know this is the same cup I started with, but it isn’t the one that she put in front of me. This is my choice. Nothing can take that away from me, even if I fail.

“I choose this.”

Ghada stepped from the shadows, looking between the two. Her smile grew as she looked from one cup to the other. Lorena suddenly feared she’d chosen poorly, but there seemed no better way to choose.

“Are you both quite certain? There will be no going back. Not for one of you. The other will be going significantly further forward.”

Lorena stared daringly into Rhian’s eyes.

Back down. Go ahead. Do it. Show the queen’s arbiter that the wonderful and clever Rhian can’t even follow through with her own plan. Lorena’s lips slowly coiled into a smirk.

“I’m ready when she is, Arbiter Ghada.”

Rhian scowled. Lorena wasn’t sure if Rhian was regretting giving her the final choice. It didn’t matter. Even if it was just the two of them and a woman from another realm. If Rhian backed down from her own idea they would both know. Even if the length of their knowing was short the failure would taint her forever. Lorena wiggled in her seat and barely restrained a girlish giggle. She almost hoped Rhian backed down.

“It was my idea, wasn’t it? Let’s get on with it and see just which one of us is the lucky one, mm?” Rhian transformed her scowl into a smile, and raised her chalice slowly in her hand as though testing the weight.

Ghada looked between the two one final time, and then nodded. “Very well. Then drink, and meet your fates. May justice be satisfied.”

Lorena raised her cup in turn, and stared into the dark depths of what she presumed was wine. Again she sniffed before cursing herself for assuming it could possibly reveal what awaited her. “To justice.”

“To victory.” Rhian laughed as she raised her cup. Lorena followed moments behind. Their arbiter watched silently as both chalices raised higher. The smaller woman almost choked in the attempt to swallow it in one gulp, but a sight of her rival managing it with a graceful elegance helped her struggle through the urge to cough.

Lorena’s chalice slammed down first, followed shortly thereafter by Rhian’s.

“Well, I don’t feel anything.” Green eyes rolled before Rhian leaned forward. Lorena struggled not to let her eyes be caught in the depths of her rival’s tightly packed cleavage. It was a technique her rival loved to employ to taunt her.

As much as I’d like to think that I’d have adapted to it by now… Somehow it still works every time. The blonde’s cheeks lightly flushed as she pulled her eyes away and stared deliberately down into the now empty metal cup. At least I’m hardly the only one caught in them so easily. I’d hate for anyone to think that I actually… desired her… That would be…

Blue eyes blinked slowly. They felt heavy. Her lids had an easy time opening and closing, but something in her eyes themselves felt burdened.

“Perhaps I can’t quite say the same for you, eh Lorena? I do hope that you enjoy that feeling. You’ll be needing to grow quite used to it.” Rhian laughed, throwing back her head again as her breasts shook.

Lorena’s eyes wandered from the metal to Rhian’s flesh. She really does have such amazing breasts. So round… So… Mmm what it would be like to reach out and… squeeze… Lorena blinked and shook her head with a frown. N-no… No! I can’t have lost, I can’t lose now…! This doesn’t feel like Elysium is supposed to feel… It feels… More…

“Of course you would be the one to fall, Lorena. I was confident of that from the beginning, you know. As soon as Ghada told us the rules of the game I knew that all I had to do was get it over with.” Rhian watched Lorena stare at her chest with a pleased grin.

Lorena’s lips parted to reply, but she found herself distracted. I feel… different. Not… lesser. Almost like… The smaller woman furrowed her brows in concentration. An ephemeral sensation lurked just beyond her ability to grasp. She tried to reach out with her senses, to smell it, to see it, to hear it, but it eluded all of those parts of her without an active attempt. It could be perceived, but by some part of her that she didn’t know how to focus.

She ignored Rhian and let her eyes stay trained on her chest as she desperately reached for that warm feeling.

“Luck wasn’t with you today, little girl. But then it had to run out eventually, didn’t it? I’m the clever one, the active one… and you just pout and huff and hope that things work out. You whine until others come to your rescue. You play others against each other and cross your fingers that it leads to your advancement. You’ve earned nothing.” The redhead snorted, and rolled her green eyes.

“Right, right…” Lorena whispered under her breath too quietly for Rhian to hear. The more Rhian spoke it became easier for Lorena to feel that strange sensation tugging at her in ways she couldn’t explain. It felt like color she could hear, or a sight that she could smell.

Whatever it was, it was potent. She could feel Rhian’s distaste with her in an intense way that she had never felt before. Its shape was like the structure of a diamond, tight and compact.

“Right? You’re already agreeing with me? Oh, what a treat!” Rhian squealed as she clasped her hands tightly together. “Tell me, Ghada. Do I get to keep her like this? I think dressing her in something meant for a little girl and keeping her on a leash would be so suiting, don’t you think? I could lead her around the capital by a ribbon…”

“The victor will indeed keep the loser. She will still need to work to consolidate her newly gathered power, but I believe this will serve all the better as a reminder that your queen does this not to be cruel, but to keep things working smoothly.” Ghada smiled as she stepped back from the light.

Lorena half listened. Enough of the words got through to chill her. Being kept by Rhian was more terrifying than succumbing to Elysium, or whatever it was running through her. It did feel pleasant, quite warm in fact, but she could still think. Even if she had to keep blinking her eyes to focus on the strange feeling and see Rhian’s lovely breasts at the same time she still could.

Rhian laughed, and Lorena watched parts of her emotional structure shudder in bright green delight before turning to the deep maroon loathing.

“Oh, and I will be sure to thank the queen personally for her lovely gift. I’ll even donate a large portion of my first year’s profits to her majesty’s coffers to encourage such future arbitration.” Rhian’s pink tongue slowly stroked along her lips as he considered the woman sitting across from her.

The arbiter remained silent, and out of sight.

Lorena swam through a sea of dizziness as she watched the structure of Rhian twist and turn. When she spoke of the queen a sense of golden superiority shaped through a corner of what had been maroon. Her lies of donations turned parts of her shape fragile and black.

Watching the shifts was not unlike watching flowers bloom and only for others to bloom from them in turn. They were so tightly packed, forming a shape that supported Rhian from the inside. They filled her, and yet they were her and without them she would be nothing. Removing the foliage would be impossible, but there felt a conduit between them that Rhian didn’t seem to notice as she continued to speak to the unseen arbiter about her future plans.

A white tether connected them, moving from Lorena’s chest to right between Rhian’s eyes. Lorena shifted her body and watched it bend and twist to accommodate without otherwise being affected.

The smaller woman reached up a pale fingertip and flicked at the white thread.

Rhian’s eyes crossed, staring at the point. Her lips formed a small “o” as her sounds gave way to silence. All of the flowers regrew with soft white petals. Her shape became so much softer.

A moment later Rhian’s proud smile began to return. She continued to speak as though she hadn’t missed a word. The maroon tide quickly swept over her and her structure became rigid anew. “I won before we even started, you know. Not even counting this encounter, of course. When we were young. I was always smarter... More accomplished. You’ve always been straining to keep up.”

Lorena winced as maroon began to stretch slowly across the white thread. She didn’t notice… but… it didn’t stop her. Didn’t… really… What if I…

Maroon was racing closer faster than Lorena could think. She knew if it hit her she would be overcome by the same loathing and distaste for herself that Rhian felt. If that happened then she would lose. She would be as inferior as Rhian wanted her to be.

She felt a new color pulse inside of herself, and she forced it out across that thread. With all of her concentration she pushed a new color, a new shape, into the other woman.

Bright, warm, yellow. Admiration. Don’t look down at me… Look… up… to me.

Yellow raced up along the thread. When it finally met the maroon the darker color shattered and crumbled. When the yellow pushed past the end of the tether and into Rhian her eyes didn’t cross. Her body didn’t shudder or tense.

Inside of her, that yellow blossoms emerged from between the maroons. The curvier woman’s expression slowly turned dreamy as she let out a warm sigh. “Which is really such a shame, you know. That you lost. I really… You’re just so… A beacon for me. You’re a guiding light that I steer myself by. Without you, I don’t know how I ever would have gotten this far. You might not have my advantages, but you’ve used yours in such an artistic, beautiful way. Would that I could impress you as much…”

Lorena’s lips slowly curled into a grin as she looked up to Rhian’s eyes. They were ever so faintly hooded. At once she could see the beautiful greens, and the yellow that pulsed behind them. More than that, she could feel that she had done it.

“Thank you, Rhian. That really means a lot to me. I don’t think you’re so bad. You certainly are… beautiful.” Lorena giggled. For the first time the fact that it sounded so young didn’t even make her wince inside. She could feel the yellow in the other woman pulse and shimmer that much brighter. Her giggle was a part of her, and she knew how powerfully Rhian found her traits inspiring.

Her finger danced in the air, as though avoiding touching a certain space for no reason as Rhian watched. Her cheeks flushed. “You’re far, far too kind, Lorena. When I’ve been so… unworthy.

“I’ve tried to place myself against you, above you… When I had no right. No hope to succeed. But you inspire me, you encourage me, to see what you can achieve, to see what you are… and yet still you show me such kindness. I find myself undeserving, but I will try to accept it… gracefully.” Rhian leaned ever so slightly forward, and Lorena was certain she wasn’t imagining the bound woman using her arms to press the sides of her chest.

The effect was almost too much for Lorena to take. Not only was her rival flattering her, but she was falling into the same patterns she used to ingratiate herself upon so many. She was offering the sight of her body freely to Lorena.

This time there’s no reason to look away. She wants me to look. She wants me to enjoy seeing her… Lorena quietly moaned. She was still dizzy, but it was a dizziness that she was learning to tune out. It was far less quiet than her force of will. I want her to enjoy it too. Mmmm I want her to enjoy it so much…

Bright pink trailed along the tether from the blonde. Rhian was clearly oblivious to the sight, but was still clearly arching her chest more as Lorena continued to stare. Her nipples silently rose against her dress the moment the pink enveloped her mind.

Her breath quickened as a flush rose over her chest and cheeks. Her tongue wetted her lips again, but took its time as she squirmed and shifted in her seat. Rubbing her thighs together did nothing to ease the feeling but with how much lustful desire now comprised her mind it was enough that it felt good and warm. “O-oh… When y-you… Look at me… like… like that…”

Rhian’s fingers struggled to stay still. Lorena could watch the self control that kept Rhian from sating her own lust as smaller rows of steel colored blossoms pressing back against the pink. “Look at you like… what…?”

“Like you… like you… want me. I know that you enjoy my breasts as much as anyone else, Lorena…” The yellow seemed to linger, some blooms sporting a combination of the petals. Her voice dripped with both as it lingered long and slow across Lorena’s name. “I’ve… used them against you before. Distracted you. Used it to show others your youthful weakness… B-but now…”

“Now…?” Lorena moaned, squeezing her own thighs together so tight. She could feel the pink bright and vibrant between her thighs.

“Now… Oooh…” Rhian groaned as her fingers ran over the curve of her corset with a tight squeeze. Her supple flesh was forced up and out as it blessed Lorena with shudders of delight. “Now… Mmmm I wish that we were unchained. That you could see more… closely.”

Blue eyes hooded. There was none of the black she had seen before when Rhian had lied about her philanthropic notions. She can’t lie to me. She can’t hold herself back from being however I desire her to be. Already with such faint shoves she craves me. Desires me. As I desire her…

Possibilities bloomed inside of Lorena’s mind. This was more than the victory she could have hoped for. There wasn’t Elysium to be found in her cup. She imagined there wasn’t in Rhian’s, either. Whatever affected her now was… more.

I could have her however I wanted her… Pushing… Shoving… But right now, what I want is so simple. Lorena moaned gain, lower, as she rubbed herself down against her chair.

Grand schemes could wait.

“Oh… Don’t worry. I’m enjoying this plenty… Enjoying you plenty. But let’s make you enjoy me more, hmm? Let’s see how you react to this…” Lorena grinned as color flowed along the tether. Rhian looked confused even as the rainbow of feelings that Lorena pushed into her unfolded themselves to emerge vibrantly in the collage of the curvier woman’s mind.

Her hands squeezed tighter at her heavy chest as a low groan rolled past her lips. “R-react t-to… to… Oooh… What, Miss Lorena? I… want to make sure I’m pleasing. I… need to be pleasing. P-please, tell me how to please you!”

“I will, Rhian. I will tell you how to please me. Don’t you worry for a moment…” Lorena hooded her eyes as she slowly stroked along her thighs through her skirts.

Rhian was hers. She wasn’t a dimwitted pet without a mind. She was a vessel filled with so many vibrant thoughts, memories, and desires. And I can shape them with a thought. I can shape her. My greatest rival dances on my puppet’s string. She’s mine in ways Elysium could never give her to me. I have her body… and her mind.

The blonde had soaked through her under clothes, and nearly came at the thought.

“I’ll tell you what to do… and you’ll do it. You’ll do it and you’ll thank me for telling you to do it. Won’t you?” Instinctively Lorena pouted her lip, and batted her lashes.

Rhian shuddered forward, clutching at the table as she tried to crawl over it to get closer to Lorena. “Yes! Yes, Miss Lorena! In an instant! Whatever you desire, I will do, and I will thank you! Anything, for always, for ever! Please, let me please you! I’ve pleasured so many with my body… with my mouth, with my fingers… Let me share all I have with you!”

Blue eyes fluttered. The erotic high of her once proud rival declaring her fealty was too much for Lorena to stand and everything she’d ever wanted. It was the best victory she’d ever won.

And it was because you told me to chose, Rhian. All of this, is because of your choice. Some time I might push you to be more like the you I knew before today just to taunt you with it. With you chained more than you are now. And wearing nothing. Lorena bit her lip as she rolled her hips with the rhythm of her pulsing clit.

Ghada again stepped from the shadows. Her lips now wore a warm, excited smile. Her dark eyes showed so clearly the delight she took from the show Lorena had commissioned from Rhian.

“Lorena, you have won the arbitration.” Ghada moved to behind Rhian’s chair, and though she seemed to only touch something behind it the bonds holding the redhead unclasped and fell away. She stepped to behind Lorena and her bonds fell away just the same. “Rhian is yours.”

Rhian cried out in orgasmic bliss as she crawled across the floor to nuzzle into the blue dress that covered her once rival’s knee. “Yes! Rhian is yours… Yours! Please, use me!”

Blue eyes looked down to Rhian, and then to Ghada’s browns. Curiosity to know all that she could of whatever tricks the foreign woman employed in her arbitration blossomed a vibrant turquoise through Lorena’s essence. It was still eclipsed by so much bright, pulsing pink. “Would you mind if…”

Ghada rose a hand, and slowly shook her head. “By all means. Please.”

The arbiter removed the chalices from the table with one hand, and took away the candle with the other. Somehow with it gone from its placement the whole room illuminated. It was not much larger than it had seemed, the only new revelation being the chair where Ghada had silently watched them.

Lorena grasped Rhian’s shoulders and guided her up to stand. With movements brutal and unrestrained she tore down at the clothing obscuring her pet’s breasts until they bounced free. “Mine… These are finally mine…”

Moans resembling the word “yours” dribbled past Rhian’s lips as she thrust her chest into her owner’s hands as they kneeded and squeezed. Lorena’s touch was firm, rough, passionate, but it didn’t lack a certain gentleness. She had silently craved to feel them for so long that the chance to finally indulge overwhelmed her. Her softness was not for Rhian’s sake.

She wanted to play with her toy again and again. Keeping it unharmed was important. Damaging such lovely property simply wouldn’t do.

Lips and teeth latched to erect nipples as the blonde pushed Rhian back over the table. Lust flowed along Lorena’s thighs as she moaned around Rhian’s flesh and pressed as tight to the warmth of her larger body as she was able.

Mine… Rhian is mine… in every way, in any way that I want her! The pair cried out in unison as Lorena pushed more of that pink desire along with more of that soft, delicate blue submission into Rhian.

Pale hands pulled up Rhian’s skirts and tore away at everything between them and her dripping snatch. Lingerie ripped asunder, but Rhian only screamed in the pleasure of being used and exposed. She screamed louder when Lorena began to eagerly taste her depths. Lorena savored squeezing and learning the fullness of her rival’s ass as her sharp taste of lust overwhelmed her tongue.

Time slowed as she lost herself in the movement of her tongue and her own shuddering thighs. She could watch the yellow in Rhian grow on its own, and the blue merging with the pink.

As pleasure coursed through her rival, Lorena knew that she could change her however she craved, but nothing sealed those changes in better than pleasure. Licking her, stroking her, every time that Lorena wished to change her a touch to Rhian’s clit would seal it in so much deeper than any time she had previously shown the woman her place.

They came as one, screaming and shuddering as lust flowed slick over Lorana’s face. She pulled back with a groan to watch her rival shake atop the wooden table. Her eyes lingered on the way her nipples moved atop her heavy breasts that swayed lewdly at her chest with each breath.

“Mine… MMmm…” Lorena panted as she stroked along one of her own thighs. She danced her fingertips along Rhian’s netherlips before drawing them into her lips to suck. The tether between them was dyed pink.

Even if that meant that she had pushed too much lust into her toy, Lorena didn’t mind. It was a new skill to master. With time, she was sure she could have the tether and the pet it chained doing as she wished without a conscious attempt. I never hoped that in the end not only would I win you, but that I would win the keys to what makes you… you. You’re so much better off in my capable hands, Rhian.

From her chair off to the side, Ghada slowly clapped.

Thoughts raced through Lorena’s mind, but none of them dissatisfied. Ghada had played her part in Lorena’s victory. Any ill will she had once held towards her was long since parted.

“Ghada… Mmm. My dear arbitrator…” Lorena pouted her lips as she lowered her head and looked up to the sitting woman. No tether existed between them. She silently wished she could extend one, if only to see the colors and shapes that made up such a curious woman. “May I ask you a question?”

“Of course, Lorena.”

“You could have dealt with this in… any way you chose. Why this one? Why give me… this gift? Limited in scope, but…” Lorena licked at the taste still on her fingers and sighed.

The foreign woman stood, and slowly stepped closer. Her gaze fell down along Rhian’s sweat slicked body as she gasped for each breath and moaned her obedience with sounds that hardly resembled words. Her green eyes fluttered shut as she writhed on the table, making a show of her helpless surrender to her own lusts. Lorena had planted them, but they had taken such deep root.

“Simple. All that mattered was one side win, and the other lose. Once…” Ghada flicked at one of Rhian’s nipples, and grinned as it shook through her breast and the rest of her body. “And for all. Making one of you a submissive doll would hardly count as a victory. Instead I enabled a way for one of you to truly win. Now there can be no question, can you?”

Lorena grinned, and slowly shook her head. For a half moment she considered being upset with Ghada handling her property but dismissed the thought out of hand. Rhian was her only slave, but she was a possession, not a lover. Jealousy was ill suiting.

The blonde noblewoman had long since learned to share her toys.

“Very true. There is no doubt in my mind that the contest was fair. I won, and now she belongs to me.” Lorena’s lips squeezed together tight before they burst open with another young giggle. “And I owe the opportunity to you.

“Never let it be said that I am an unkind woman, or that I do not show my appreciation freely.” Lorena motioned down to Rhian, and then slowly licked her lips. “Perchance… you would like to share her? She is quite lost in her desire, and I find myself hungering for her more. But it seems cruel to make you merely watch, when I could indulge you. Please. Accept.”

Ghada grinned, and slowly nodded. “I would love to, Lorena. You take well to your gift. Perhaps we shall have further business.”

More notions bloomed in Lorena, but none of them were more alluring than further utilizing Rhian for her lusts. Ghada lowered her lips to a breast, and Lorena followed suit at its pair. The two suckled, and Rhian screamed.

By the time the three left the room, more than justice was satisfied.