The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Limini stared up into the beautiful, swirling eyes of the coil fiend Celeste. She gazed into eternal spirals of blue, green, and gold, feeling her mind slipping into those lovely whirlpools without even thinking. It wasn’t as if she needed to think to sink—to sink down, down, down, deeper and deeper into those lovely, achingly gorgeous, hypnotic, enthralling orbs of light.

To sink inexorably deeper into Celeste’s power.

She whimpered. Again.

She could barely even comprehend anything outside the eyes. Very faintly, very vaguely, she was conscious—almost like a memory, for how could she look at anything outside those irresistible spirals?—of Emma behind her, the jungle witch still dazed with pleasure from Limini’s indulgent play. She was vaguely conscious of the forest around her darkening as long, heavy coils of crimson scale slithered across the branches above, blocking out what little light shown through the canopy.

In the darkness that followed, the only illumination came from Celeste’s spiraling eyes… and from the coil fiend’s pulsating red scales, glowing with that faint heat Limini remembered so, so well—a heat that would soon be wrapping around her and massaging her into an ooey-gooey, weak-willed bimbo slave.

At the thought, she suppressed another whimper of fear.

Of longing.

And Limini was conscious, very vaguely, of the satisfied smirk on Celeste’s lovely heart-shaped face as the demoness descended towards her. “Sssooo… Minnie.” She cooed the pet name—Emma’s pet name for Limini—and Limini whimpered as she heard Emma giggling behind her. “It ssseemsss I’ve caught you in quite the predicament!”

Normally, Limini knew, Emma would never allow anyone else to use that name. She was fiercely territorial about it, in fact. But now… now Emma was only too happy to go along with anything.

Anything Celeste wanted.

Just as Limini soon would be, she thought, heart racing, if she didn’t snap out of it. “H-Hello again, Celeste,” she whispered, fighting through the haze. But try as she might, she just couldn’t tear herself away from Celeste’s sinfully seductive gaze.

“Jussst look at you,” Celeste cooed, bobbing her head from side to side—and giggled as Limini, still mesmerized, found her head bobbing back and forth in tandem, following those beautiful eyes. “Ssssoooo lossst already. Are you truly this excited to return to my coilssss, my little plaything?”

For a long time, Limini thought she’d answered—until she noticed Celeste’s smirk widening, and realized to her humiliation that she’d only half-dreamed of speaking. “Um… no,” she managed, biting her lip. She couldn’t look away. But she had to. Had to hold on. Somehow.

“Really?” Celeste beamed. “You sssseeem very excited. Doesn’t she, pet?”

Emma giggled. Limini squeaked as she felt the witch’s luscious lips smacking against the back of her neck. A moment later, Emma’s fingers joined in, stroking over Limini’s thong, tantalizing her through the fabric. “Ooooh,” Emma purred in Limini’s ear, and the bounty hunter shivered at the husky arousal and dreamy, mind-fucked glaze in her voice. “Wow, Minnie, I… mm… totally had no idea!” Her every indulgent kiss sent tingles of pure delight down Limini’s spine.

Limini suppressed a moan as the fingers stroked subtly, as Emma’s plump lips planted sensuous kisses on her sensitive skin. She was wet. So, so wet. Just as she’d teased Emma for earlier.

And as she struggled to resist moaning aloud, she felt the spirals growing brighter in her mind, bigger, more intoxicating. Her eye ward was long gone. Her mind was already mush, she realized, and what little magic she had remaining was draining right into Emma’s fingers.

And into… Celeste’s… eyes.

“I’m not,” she tried, but gasped as the fingers toyed and played, as she felt her leather jacket sliding off her shoulders. “I-I’m not… g-gonnnna…” She bit her lip hard, desperate to hold in a moan as Emma cooed wordlessly in her ear. Then her jacket fell away, leaving Limini clad in only a thin white blouse and some of her most… scandalously revealing lingerie.

“It ssseemssss,” Celeste hissed, laughing wickedly as she watched the display, as she slowly rocked back and forth, guiding Minnie—Limini to sway in time with her, “that my little plaything has come all thisss way just to sssee me again! How cute.”

The tip of her tail tickled under Limini’s chin, and Limini realized her head was lolling downwards, too heavy from the weight of the spirals to… to… she forced her head back up and desperately tried to push some magic into the tail, into Celeste, but too slow.

“Did you misssss me ssssoooo much?” Celeste cooed sympathetically.

Limini whimpered. “I-I didn’t—you—I—”

“Oh, she missed you, like—mwah—sooooo much!” Emma bubbled between delightful, wet, messy kisses. “She had sooo many—mm—books about demons and—mm… mmm… mwaah~—every page on coil fiends was, like, puppy-eared!” She giggled as Limini stammered a feeble attempt at denial.

“Oh, really?” Celeste asked silkily. She smiled down at Limini. “Were any of them… naughty booksss?”

Limini’s lips parted, and as Emma kept stroking and kissing, a tiny moan slipped from her. Emma knew, she realized, her cheeks burning under the witch’s tiny kisses. Emma had seen her reading them. Reading and… and… doing other things.

Emma knew, which meant Celeste must know. Emma had told Celeste everything.

That’s… that’s what she would do, were she Celeste’s bimbo slave. Again.

And as Emma stroked and kissed Limini’s most sensitive, vulnerable places, vulnerabilities only the witch knew—vulnerabilities she now seemed positively overjoyed to use to turn Limini into Celeste’s obedient brainwashed soulslave—Limini was forced to cancel her own brainwashing spell before it drained her completely of magic.

And now, she realized, heart rate quickening, she was effectively disarmed completely.

“No,” she whispered, shaking her head meekly. “I-I…”

“Ooh, Minnie,” Emma murmured, as her fingers tickled Minnie’s breasts, tugging at the bra, “what about the roleplaying we did?”

Minnie’s eyes widened. “No.”

“Yes!” Emma kissed Minnie on the cheek. “You know, when I pretended to be a coil fiend and you would ‘tame’ me?”

“No.” Minnie shook her head weakly.

“Except…” Emma gave a pouty sigh. Her fingers petted slowly, daintily, down below, as Minnie felt her breasts bouncing free, the bra falling away. “… it always turned into me on top, weirdly. Once you got horny enough to admit it, you wanted me to take control.”

“Oh, my,” Celeste said silkily, her voice dripping with triumph and glee. “Is that ssso?”

The eyes suddenly started swirling in the other direction. The sudden shift drowned Minnie anew in rapid, irresistible rapture, pulling her deeper, as if she’d been playing tug of war for hours and suddenly been made to swap sides without warning. Minnie panted, the cunning, ever-prepared bounty hunter now replaced with a shy, red-faced, whimpering mess.

And the whimpering mess felt a high-pitched moan slip from her quivering lips.

A moan that sounded distinctly like a ‘yes’.

“She doesn’t have her Milky Baroness to save her, Mistress,” Emma bubbled. “This time she’s all yours!”

This galling remark gave Minnie some strength. “I—” Minnie glared. “I d-didn’t need m-my old employer to—to ‘save’ me! I saved myself!”

“Oh?” Celeste’s single-word question was positively vibrant with smug doubt. Minnie’s cheeks went bright pink and her spirit quailed from the casual blow to her basic dignity. It was devastating. It was humiliating.

It was…

… so, so, so hot.

“Minnie,” Emma cooed in the bounty hunter’s ear, making her quiver with longing as those lips smacked so sweetly against her neck, “you will feel…” mwah~“… so much better when this silly thing is off!” The witch giggled—and pulled the string of Minnie’s thong back to snap it against her skin.

Minnie squeaked, her eyes widening slightly as she stared powerlessly into the endless swirls. “E-Emma,” she cried, trying to shake her head no even as the tip of the tail under her chin made her nod yes. Even as Celeste’s bobbing head made her keep rocking her head yes, long after the tail had pulled away.

“Minnie,” the bimbo behind her moaned, taking Minnie’s hands into her own and guiding them down to Minnie’s hips. “C’mon. It’s… so… eeeeasy…”

Dimly, Minnie felt the coils falling around her feet, around her ankles, as the eyes she was so very lost in slowly bobbed to the left. Minnie felt herself being guided in a stalling, stumbling counterclockwise twirl. But she couldn’t help herself. She couldn’t stop following the eyes. She couldn’t help but stare needily, greedily, desperate not to miss a single second of those gorgeous, hypnotic, mind-melting spirals.

So the blonde bounty hunter just… drooled… and whimpered… and stared… and twirled.

Like a total dumb, horny, obedient, captivated bimbo.

“Ssseee how happy she is,” Celeste purred, and Minnie felt her gaze being slowly guided, as if by an irresistible, seductive hand on her cheek, to stare…

… at Emma, as the gorgeous, curvy springheel witch swung her hips.

Back and forth.

Back and forth.

Dimly, smokily, Minnie—Limini—sensed an opportunity. She stared at the swinging ass, mouth hanging open, brainless and inattentive to the coils slowly tightening around her ankles. Somehow she kept her balance, as if the swaying of the ass, and her own swaying, were perfectly balanced. Like the pole of a tightrope walker.

Dimly, through her dopey, docile, dollhouse dream, Limini realized that she was being… allowed to escape the eyes. She could escape! Celeste was touching her without a care now—she only had to activate the spell again and Celeste… Celeste would be hers!

She only had to look away from.

Emma’s.

Swinging.

Curvy.

Flawless.

Ass.

“That’s right,” Emma cooed encouragingly, giggling at the dazed expression on Limini’s face. She ran her hands indulgently over her curves, showing off her gorgeous hourglass figure to Limini with a knowing grin. “It is so easy to stare, yes?”

Limini barely held in a whine. Her spirit fought desperately. She had to look away from… from this, from Emma. Everything was out of control right now. She watched needily nonetheless as Emma’s fingers played with the string of her own lovely thong, and Limini’s fingers began half-mimicking the enticing movements.

“Ssssoooo easy,” Celeste cooed in Limini’s ear. “And guessss what, little Minnie?” Her seven tongues tickled Limini’s cheek. “It’ssss even easier… to obey!”

“Uh-huh,” Liminnie moaned softly, without even thinking. Her cheeks flared bright pink as they both laughed.

“Wow, you really can’t look away, can you?” Emma smirked. “Aw… you are such a bimbo!”

“Ssswing your hipsss for me,” Celeste murmured sweetly in Liminnie’s—Minnie’s—Limini’s ear. “You can’t resissst.” Limini quivered as Emma swayed—back and forth, back and forth—ever-closer. “Go on. Be my gooooood sssslaaave.” Minnie—Liminnie whined at Celeste’s sensual, moaned hiss.

“No,” she whispered, transfixed on Emma’s swinging hips. Her own hips gave a little shift—almost a twitch, positively not even a squirm. A little shift to the side. And back. And forth. “N-Noooo…” Her pathetic objection sounded like a moan of delight even to her ears.

“Watch her sssway,” Celeste purred, the exquisite, erotic sibilance of her voice sending goosebumps up Liminnie’s naked legs. “Ssswinging her hipsss around… and around…”

“Around and around,” Emma gushed, gyrating her cute, round bubble butt. She flashed the mesmerized Liminnie a sly grin. “Aren’t I such a bimbo, Minnie?”

“Um…” Liminnie bit her lip. It was hard to think of what to say. Words were hard. Watching was easy. Emma’s swinging hips swung around and around—spiraling, almost. Such a gorgeous, flawless ass…

“Am I not a total bimbo?” Emma giggled. Swayed. “I thought you said I was!”

“N-No… I-I mean, yes, but…” All of Liminnie’s planning, all of her preparation, and here she was. Staring dumbfounded at her rival’s ass. Hypnotized. Hipnotized. Like a… like a…

“A complete bimbo,” Emma sang, “who juuust neeeeds to be fiiiilled!”

Filled. Liminnie felt absolutely molten at the thought. She swung her hips mindlessly, lost in the display. Lost in her own imagination. Filled. Filled…

Emma flashed Liminnie a big, dumb smile over her shoulder. “Hey,” she breathed. She was very close. “So, like…”

“Uh?” Liminnie whined. It was so hard to keep looking at Emma’s gorgeous swinging ass when her eyes were right there, all pretty and glassy and filled with Celeste’s brainwashing spirals.

Emma’s smile was coy. Her voice was silky. But her words were those of a brainless, bubbly, slutty bimbo. “Wanna take that cute thong off for me, Minnie?”

Liminnie whimpered and shook her head desperately. Even feeling so unbearably, wonderfully weak, mind reduced to almost mush by the bimbo’s heavy hips, humiliated and yet helpless to not enjoy it—she knew, somehow, that she couldn’t. She couldn’t undress herself. Not with Celeste right behind her. That would be the ultimate humiliation, surely.

Surely.

She hated how wet that thought made her.

“No?” Emma pouted. “Are you suuure?”

Liminnie’s eyes briefly half-flitted to those plump, disappointed lips, then sank into Emma’s eyes at last as the bimbo witch turned to face her. Her own fingers, she realized, were already wrapped around the straps of her thong. So delicate. So easy to just… tug them down. So much more… comfortable…

She barely managed to shake her head in a tiny, minuscule ‘no’.

Emma gave a long sigh. “Okay, fiiiine.”

She leaned in close. “Naughty girl.”

And Liminnie jumped as Emma’s hand gave her butt a light smack.

“What!” she squeaked.

Emma giggled. “Aw, does that sting a little?” she cooed. “Maybe you should stop being naughty!”

Her eyes swirled as the bimbo spanked her again. Again, Liminnie gave a pathetic little squeal. Emma wasn’t spanking hard enough to really hurt, but it was enough to startle her, to make her flinch, to… to make her cheeks burn with shame as she realized Emma was going to do to her exactly what she had done to Emma.

“Off,” Emma murmured, smirking slightly. The bimbo was positively bouncing with wicked glee. “Off!”

“Ooh,” she heard Celeste cooing with delight, as Liminnie squirmed helplessly to avoid the hand giving her another gentle swat. “Goodnessss, little Minnie… are you… enjoying thisss?”

Liminnie moaned and tried to muster an objection. The Milky Baroness had never—never been so—she cried out as Emma spanked her again.

Was she… flinching from pain? Or from… from something else?

“Stop!” she cried, realizing Emma was going for another spank. “I-I’ll—Emma, pleeeease!”

Emma beamed brainlessly back. “Off!” she said, her eyes bright and eager and devoid of any mercy. There was only pleasure now, pleasure and glee and obedience and silly, bubbly lust.

“Okay,” Liminnie heard herself whispering meekly. “Okay.”

Emma jumped in joy, and Liminnie’s eyes sank down into Emma’s vast, bouncing tits, watching them bounce and sway. Dimly, the bounty hunter realized Emma was beginning to pull off her own thong—slowly, slowly, as if guiding Liminnie through it.

And, as if she were being guided, Liminnie began to tug her own thong down.

She was barely conscious of doing it. All she could think about were Emma’s tits. Emma’s hips. The lingering slight sting off the spankings.

And Celeste’s hot voice was in her ear, pouring in like poisoned honey. “That’ssss right,” she purred, as Liminnie squirmed a little to get the thong down her hips. “Sssooo easy to ssswing your hipsss…”

“Swing,” Emma sang, as she rhythmically pulled the thong down, swaying her whole body with every inch the thong traveled. Liminnie found herself mirroring the movements unconsciously, unable to stop herself from enjoying the feeling of… wiggling her hips like that. “Swing!”

Swing. Liminnie barely held in a little giggle as she swayed her hips thoughtlessly. It… it did make it easier to take off the thong, at least, when she wiggled her hips a little. And focusing on that made it easier to stop thinking about the eyes. Easier to stop thinking about the breasts. Easier to stop… to stop thinking about…

… to stop thinking…

All she had to do was swing her hips. She poured her focus into that. All she had to do was put everything out of her head but swinging her hips back and forth. Following Emma’s motions. Doing exactly as Emma did.

Emma giggled as the thong at last slipped down, with slow, sensuous care, down from her hips, down, down her thighs. “See?” she chirped. “It’s so easy to slide it down!”

“Yessss,” Celeste purred, and Liminnie could hear the syrupy smugness in her tone. “Sssooo easy. Jusssst concentrate on… ssswinging… ssssliding those pretty thingsss down… down…”

Liminnie heard herself giggle, and she bit her lip too late to stifle it. She concentrated on the motions, trying desperately to tune Celeste out. She just had to focus on sliding the thong down. Sliding it down. Sliding down. Slipping down.

Slipping it down her soft, smooth, curvy thighs, down her legs, bending over slightly, wiggling and wriggling. She barely noticed except to whimper—and lick her lips to manage a little drool—as Emma leaned over and gave her another spanking. This one felt almost playful, strangely, lingering in a way that made Liminnie’s heart flutter. It was almost affectionate.

As if Emma was… rewarding her.

“Ssslipping it down…” Celeste hissed triumphantly, as her fingers tickled over Liminnie’s bare shoulders, tickled her bare breasts, “down, sssweet thing, ssslipping down, down, down…”

“Down,” Liminnie breathed. She had never felt so… so empty of thought. This felt so impossibly relaxing. Bending over, supported by helpful coils, so she could pull the thong down to her ankles. “D-Down…” So vacant… so empty…

“Jussst…” Celeste gave Liminnie’s breast a little squeeze. A little playful bounce. Liminnie whined with pleasure. “… let your pretty little mind… ssslide away.”

“Slide…” Liminnie barely recognized her voice, so soft, so needy. So pliant. So submissive. So heavy and… and hazy… and happy…

… empty…

“Goooood,” Celeste and Emma cooed in tandem.

Emma spanked her again as Liminnie bent over all the way to tug the thong off completely. Liminnie just submissively allowed it, feeling her pussy tingling at this teasing, degrading, humiliating touch. She struggled to find it in her to object, but she felt so unspeakably… so molten… so…

… powerless.

“You can’t resissst,” Celeste whispered, and Liminnie’s eyes positively rolled back into her head in ecstasy at the relish in Celeste’s voice. “Sssubmit once more, my sssweet… sssimple… ssslave.”

Liminnie straightened, head spinning with effort. She held her thong, her last item of clothing, in one hand. Her heart was sinking along with her mind, but for a different reason.

She remembered what happened next. Desperately, she tried to rally her will, to keep from turning to look into the gorgeous eyes of the gorgeous creature whose coils were even now beginning to wind around Liminnie’s unresisting body.

But Emma wouldn’t let her get away so easily. The bimbo witch beamed, meeting Liminnie’s eyes, and batted thick lashes. “I bet she’d like to see that,” she burbled, as she handed her own thong up to Celeste’s waiting hand.

Liminnie trembled. She could see Celeste’s other hand there, palm-up, empty.

Expectant. Waiting.

“Aw, come on, Minnie!” Emma smirked, her own hands dipping down… to cup her massive tits. She gave them a little bounce, and her bubbly laughter filled Liminnie’s head as she clearly noticed how quickly Liminnie’s gaze… settled. “Be a good bimbo like me!”

“Emma,” Liminnie whispered. She didn’t recognize her own voice anymore. She sounded so meek. So defeated.

And so eager to be humiliated. Her knees felt weak at the mere thought. The thought of Celeste claiming… her prize. Once and for all. And punishing Liminnie’s hubris.

How had Liminnie ever believed she could win?

Or… had she ever?

She was a bimbo.

“Bounce-bounce-bounce,” Emma sang, drawing Liminnie’s mind from her thoughts and into her tits. She giggled, those plump, pouty, kissable lips overflowing with bubbly laughter. “Bouncy-bouncy-bouncy!”

“Emma.” Liminnie’s voice was barely a breath. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the coil fiend’s hand beckon.

Bouncy. Bouncy. Bouncy.

“Bouncy-bouncy-bouncy!” Emma bounced on her toes as the coils began to wrap around her hips. Her tits jiggled and bounced, so… so soft and squishy… Liminnie knew all too well just how soft and pillowy they were… “Boobies bounce, thoughts go squish! Boobies bounce, thoughts go squish!”

Her words sank into Liminnie’s emptying head like liquid candy. She swayed, eyes wide. Thoughts bouncing and squishing and… and… gods, she was so horny, and the pulsing red coils all around them were flashing with that dull, mind-melting glow, and it was so warm… so hot…

“Squish,” Liminnie gasped.

Emma flashed her a smug look. Her bouncing rhythm changed. Slowed down. “Boobies squiiish,” she said, her voice dissolving into almost a moan as she fondled herself, “thoughts… go… bounce!”

“B-bounce,” Liminnie whimpered. Pleaded.

And as the coils wrapped around her own ankles and rapidly began to climb to her knees, she found herself staring between two sets of bouncing breasts. Celeste had curled around to smile down at her.

And still she held out her hand, waiting for Liminnie to obey.

And meekly, obediently, cheeks burning hot pink, staring up at the quadrupled assault of bouncy squishy hypnotic pleasure, Liminnie found herself handing her thong to her enemy.

Celeste smirked as she took the thongs from them. “Now I have two from you, sssweet thing!” Her eyes glimmered. “What a pity I mossst likely won’t get to take a third.”

As if for emphasis, the tip of her tail delicately teased Liminnie’s asshole, making her jump.

Liminnie squeaked. She didn’t know how she had any thoughts left. She felt so weak, so squishy and bouncy, so… so horny and empty and slutty…

And she loved it. She loved it more than anything. But she knew she wasn’t supposed to. She had to resist! She had to… had to…

So bouncy. So squishy.

She stared dumbly, positively drooling, as the demoness and the witch bounced their tits in front of her, clearly both loving her totally subservient, suggestible state. Bouncy. Squishy.

She felt the coils starting to slide under her rear end, and instinctively, she flinched. Bouncy. She knew she was in danger. Squishy. She had to fight back! Had to flee. Had to. Had to.

Bouncy bouncy bouncy… squishy squishy squishy…

… had to…

She started slack-jawed, glazed, glassy, dazed and drooling, at Celeste’s massive, bouncing breasts, as Emma took her by the hand and started to gently, firmly, insistently, guide her to sit back, back down, even as Liminnie’s wobbly knees struggled to hold on for dear life…

“Isss Minnie..” Celeste purred, a sly, seductive smile flitting across those perfect lips, as her breasts bounced and squished and jiggled. And Liminnie’s heart lurched into her throat as she realized too late. “… a thirsssty girl?”

Minnie sat back down against the coils, obeying Emma’s touch, plopping her bare, sensitive ass down onto the pulsing, vibrant crimson coils with barely a sound.

Her own plump lips moved, almost of their own accord, as she whispered, “Li… minnie is a thirsty girl.”

And she melted a little bit more as they both giggled, beaming down at their captive, hopeless bimbo.

And she heard herself positively mew aloud as Celeste moved in closer, bringing those soft, heavy breasts closer, closer… “Are we a thirsssty girl?” she cooed, her voice as sweet and dreamy as warm honeyed milk before bedtime.

Just like Emma knew the Milky Baroness had liked to make it for Minnie.

“Minnie is a thirsty girl,” she squeaked.

And her lips parted as Celeste leaned in closer still, and Minnie began to suckle.

“Good bimbo!” she heard Celeste purring. She heard Emma giggling—giggling at how easily Minnie had slipped, at how eagerly she had obeyed, at how Minnie was giving little moans of pleasure now as the sweet, intoxicating milk trickled into her mouth. “That’ssss my good, eager, obedient bimbo. There she is!”

“Mm-hm!” Minnie could only gaze up as she suckled, entranced, adoring, into Celeste’s beautiful eyes—eyes she had missed so very, very much, eyes she had so long craved to look into, to lose herself to once more, all the way this time.

And there was no one to save her now.

Only, the bimbo bounty hunter thought, as she felt Emma’s lips smacking against her neck and arms, planting kiss after kiss on her pretty, pleasure-enslaved body, former friends to drag her even deeper down with them.

Other bimbos to play with, the bounty hunter bimbo thought, as she eagerly, obediently, docilely suckled at Celeste’s breast like an eager, thirsty bimbo who needed to be filled. Minnie was a thirsty girl.

She stared up happily into Celeste’s swirling, spiraling eyes as she felt the tail massaging her ass in an all-too-familiar embrace, one that left her whole lower body feeling ever-so-deliciously limp.

Celeste was smiling slyly, eyes heavy-lidded with amusement. She whispered something, her sweet, sibilant voice trickling into Minnie’s empty head, filling Minnie with more degrading, humiliating praise and promise.

Minnie drowned in the coils as they squeezed and massaged her. She barely noticed Emma get pulled away, the coils starting to wrap up, up around her belly, and then her breasts. She gasped and sighed, the breath from her chest stolen as easily as her mind and heart, the coils tightening around her chest, massaging her upper body with the same care as her ass.

She was being corrupted through sheer indulgent pleasure. Sheer gluttonous decadence. Minnie moaned and sucked and wiggled helplessly in the serpent’s coils as she rose higher and higher into the air.

I can’t… She squirmed and nodded happily as Celeste cooed something to her, something questioning, something that merited only ever a ‘yes’. She suckled eagerly, needily, and nodded along with Celeste’s and Emma’s teasing praise. Can’t… lose… this easy…

But even the stubborn spite of an amoral bounty hunter was a candle to the furnace of lust Celeste was melting her in.

The eyes were so swirly. Such pretty, pretty spirals. Minnie beamed as she sucked at and worshiped Celeste’s glorious breasts, drank down the wonderful corrupted milk of the serpentine succubus, utterly powerless to stop grinning like a brainless idiot bimbo.

And as the tail continued to knead and stroke and massage her, the smooth, hot, pulsing scales sliding so delightfully against her nipples, between her legs, massaging her ass, making her quiver with lust even as she melted into a state of total weak limp submission, Minnie knew her own eyes had to be swirling with that same pretty pattern.

“Thirsssty girl,” she vaguely heard Celeste murmur, as she was lifted up, higher and higher and higher even as she sank deeper and deeper, staring worshipfully into those glimmering eyes as her plump lips remained locked, greedily suckling the corruptive nectar.

The tight coils lifted her until she was plopped right down on her rear astride the very tip of Celeste’s endless tail.

She half-blinked. Celeste smirked down at her as her suckling merely half-slowed, as confusion began to dawn in her mind. Confusion mixed with a growing terrifying realization, a dim, fuzzy, hazy, milky memory of what was going to happen next. What Celeste always did next.

“Good bimbo,” Celeste purred, and tugged back, leading Minnie’s lips to leave the nipple with an audible pop. Minnie stared up vacantly into Celeste’s gorgeous swirling eyes, her mouth still hanging open. Her lips were parted in an inviting ‘o’ shape, she realized, staring up and seeing the faint reflection of herself in those eyes—the strawberry-blonde Minnie naked, straddling a vibrating crimson-scaled serpent’s coil, red-faced and swirly-eyed, gorgeous in her pure wanton sexual desire.

Parted in an inviting ‘o’, as if waiting to be filled.

Filled. Filled. Emma’s word echoed in Minnie’s increasingly syrupy head. Minnie swayed back and forth atop the tail, watching Celeste bob back and forth. Bimbos needed to be kissed. But they really, truly needed… to be filled. All their holes filled. Obedient. Eager. Filled.

She could almost feel the sinfully delectable milk sloshing around in her head as she swayed. Filled.

With a tiny gasp, Minnie swayed forward, following Celeste’s alluring eyes, her beckoning finger… and slumped limp as a rag doll onto her chest.

She lay there for a long moment, trembling with lust, as the tail vibrated against her whole body, stimulating her needy, perky nipples.

Filled, she thought happily, and heard herself giggle as she began to slide downwards. The tail stroked along her breasts, her nipples, and between her slick thighs as she slid down the spiraling coils and towards her final destination.

“That’sss right,” Celeste hissed in triumph. “Ssssiiiink.”

And Minnie sank. Minnie sank down, down, down, staring deep into the endlessly spiraling serpentine lengths as she slid face down along the coil. Her mind felt like it was melting with colors as she watched her surroundings swirl around her. Her breasts tingled with helpless delight as her nipples stroked daintily against the smooth, warm, pulsating scales.

She slid down, down, heedless of the giggles around her, heedless of the laughter, unable to even think about her own humiliation as she lost herself in the swirling coils surrounding her. Her lips remained parted as a single word echoed in her head.

Filled.

Filled.

Filled!

And she only snapped out of the trance at last when the coils suddenly snapped taut, and tightened, and with little warning, Minnie felt Celeste’s coils bind around her in a comfy, warm, pulsing prison—a cocoon of coils without end.

She hung there, upside-side, and couldn’t help but moan as they rubbed over her body, giving her the most indulgent, mind-melting massage of her life.

Soul-melting, almost.

It was just like before. She drooled, remembering. Exactly like before.

Only this time…

There was another hot body trapped in the coils with her.

She felt hot breath against her dripping pussy lips, and whimpered as Celeste’s eyes met hers, shining with amusement even as Minnie’s shone with powerless pleasure.

“Comfortable?” Celeste cooed, tapping Minnie’s nose with her finger. Like she was a cute little pet.

Minnie whimpered. By this point, the spiraling eyes had her completely brainwashed. Completely helpless. She could feel that drooling smile spreading across her face, beatific, positively radiant with dumb, brainless bimbo bliss.

“She w-wants—aah!—m-more, Mistress,” she heard Emma sigh, voice half-muffled and punctuated with tiny squeaks as the coils writhed and pulsated and massaged around them. Minnie felt a tiny lick between her thighs, and she squirmed eagerly, powerless to avoid the touch—powerless even to beg for more. “B-Bimbos—ooh!ee!—always do!”

“Oh, do they?” Celeste asked smugly, sweetly, as she leaned in toward her entranced plaything. “More… hypnosssissss?”

Swirl. Swirl. Minnie whined. Yes, yes, absolutely, that was it. She needed more hypnosis! More, more, more!

The eyes’ spiral seemed to swing, shifting to counterclockwise. “More… boobies?” Celeste reached down and gave Minnie’s tits, squished between the coils, another long, indulgent squeeze.

Squish.squeeze. Bounce-bouncy. Celeste’s own breasts were magnificent, glorious, awe-inspiring. Minnie stared at them worshipfully as her own tits were fondled. Toyed with. “Ggghhuuuh…”

More boobies. Yes, definitely, of course, it made sense now. More bouncy, squishy, soft, pillowy, milky bliss. More, please, please, more!

“Or do bimbossss,” Celeste whispered, smiling innocently as she wiped a tiny droplet of drool from Minnie’s parted lips, “ssssimply want more… pleasssssure?”

And Emma gave her another lick.

Oh.

Minnie’s eyes widened. She couldn’t help but bob her head eagerly—and more eagerly still as Emma licked her again, nodding with an intense need she had never felt before in her life—and would only ever feel from now on, she sensed, she hoped, she prayed. “Oh! Ooh! Y-Y-Yes! Yes, Ce-Celeste! pleEEEeease!”

Celeste’s smirk widened. “Please? Oh, my ssweet Minnie… would you like… to beg?”

Her eyes swirled. She gave Minnie’s tits one last squeeze as the coils pulsated rhythmically.

And something inside Minnie melted completely.

“Yes!” she squealed, nodding desperately. “Ooh, yes! Yes, Ce—M-Mistress!” Minnie the ex-bounty hunter squirmed and thrashed and moaned as Emma’s licking seemed to speed up, her tongue teasing along Minnie’s needy pussy, her sensitive asshole, up and down, back and forth, around and around… “Please please please,” she whined, “please, pleasure, yes, yes—”

“That’sss aaaall bimbos need?” Celeste purred. It wasn’t even really a question. She pinched and flicked Minnie’s nipples playfully, admiring her prize, her toy, her captive bimbo slave.

“A-All we need,” Minnie managed, as pure pleasure from the spirals and the licking and the squeezing and the flicking and the humiliation of it all threatened to overwhelm her beyond coherent speech. “Please! Ooh, i—i——pleasepleaseplease pleasure yes need need bimbo yes—”

The tip of Celeste’s tail slipped into her mouth, and instantly her bimbo lips locked around it, and she was salivating, moaning, sucking and licking and worshiping it like a cock, like a breast. She heard Celeste laughing, but couldn’t comprehend what was being said as the coils wrapped around her tighter, rising to encircle her head.

And then, as Emma’s licking sped up, the former witch’s pussy came into Minnie’s vision. She breathed in the sweet, intoxicating scent.

And meekly, obediently, the bimbo began to lick. She ate Emma out, and it was like an aphrodisiac, like a drug, and she couldn’t get enough. She moaned in delight at the wonderful, addictive taste, leaning in, licking up and down along pussy and asshole and savoring Emma’s soft cries of delight.

The bimbos licked and kissed and moaned, lost in each other, as the coils around them tightened, began to loop up and down, swirling them in the air until neither knew which way was up or down anymore.

All Minnie knew was pleasure.

And coils.

And Emma.

And that, she thought, glowing with pride as orgasm began to seize them both at the same time, flooding their bodies with brain-melting endorphins and making them squeal and moan and lick even more eagerly, she was a good, good bimbo!

Celeste gave a happy, sly, indulgent smile as she watched the two writhing and moaning, barely visible within her coil prison. All she could hear were their sighs and moans—and the wet, messy, delightful sounds they were making, of course.

She stroked her own breast, somewhat missing the feel of her needy, thirsty girl’s lips on them. Perhaps I’ll bring little Minnie back out sometime, she mused. When she’s ready to be fiiiilled properly.

Minnie would take lots of indulgent conditioning this time. Celeste was not taking any chance of the adorable bimbo getting away from her again. But Minnie, Celeste was sure, watching Minnie’s little toes wiggle with delight—or were they Emma’s toes? Oh, who could tell anymore?—would love every second of it.

Her pet slave bimbos always wanted more in the end.

She giggled. Oh, yes, she would leave these two together in their prison for a while. She could tell they had a lot to catch up on together, a lot of issues to work out.

She was distracted from her reverie, though, by the crack of a twig.

The coil fiend turned, blinking big, swirling green eyes, to behold a gorgeous, curvy redhead, totally nude, face crimson, trying to ‘quietly’ crawl away from the scene.

Celeste giggled again, louder. “Oh, Vivi,” she purred, enjoying the way Vivi froze at her name, “I had almossst forgotten about you!”

The sorceress tried to run, of course. Some niggling remnant of panic seized her as she sprang into the air and tried to bolt for the clearing’s exit—only to be tripped by a coil sweeping under her feet. And then she was in the air, dangling from a single loop around her ankles, squirming hopelessly, writhing in Celeste’s grip like a rabbit in a snare.

Her squirms slowly ebbed and died, though, as she was brought closer—and as her eyes kept drifting towards Celeste’s, lingering longer every time.

At first, she tried to look away. Then she started pretending she was trying to look away. And eventually, she couldn’t help but stare openly.

Her eyes began to mirror the swirl. A soft, breathless moan slipped from her parted lips.

“That’ssss right,” Celeste cooed, watching the fight fade from the bimbo sorceress’s eyes. “Sssink into my eyessss. Oh, how rude of me to misssplace a sssweet thing like you.”

She caressed Vivi’s cheek, brushed a finger over those pouty, cocksucking lips. Vivi whimpered.

“How lovely,” Celeste hissed, almost to herself. “Three for the price of one!”