Hypnotia and the weird heist part 2
Everything was fuzzy for a while. The environment was unclear, her vision so hazy that she could not distinguish anything except an endless void of white. She was touching something, as she easily stood on some kind of floor and she could still smell the sublime smell that she could somehow feel in her lungs, yet nothing else really made her senses seem at ease.
The whole area somewhat forming as she began to puzzle herself on her situation, some new thoughts began to pop in her head as colors popped to sculpt shapes all around her. Ivory white walls began to place limits on the endless horizon, confining her to a vast, yet finite area as sunlight made themselves known as they came from open window. It was hot now, making her sweat ever so slightly. Feeling a rugged sensation under her feet, she saw that a rough, yet utterly beautiful carpet had appeared beneath her. Her sight fixated on her, new information was fed inside her mind as she began to understand just what she was doing here as the smoke began to stir in her mind and her lungs.
She had been lost, both in spirit and in body in a vast desert. She had been abandoned by many, those she cared for. She was about to die, yet a powerful being had helped her, brought her back to health and cared for her. Dressed in an outfit that her benefactor would love to see her in, Hypnotia had no trouble doing this for her savior. All that she could remember was in how bad she had it until she had found that bottle. Now nursed to beyond perfect health, this was the first day in what she knew would be a long succession as she still remembered what her mistress told her.
''I shall help and take care of you, but you will have to dedicate your remaining days to me.''
Many would have balked at this statement, even her if she had been able to push away her offer. However, the mistress had been kind and loving all the way through. This was not about payment, but about finding her true purpose now.
This was all about serving her mistress, Aliyah the genie.
Her senses coming back to her, she could finally see that she was in the great hall where the genie relaxed when she was not doing great deeds. She could smell fruits and sweet meats through the smoke as well as hear music echoing from afar. However, the sense that made it back in a most grandiloquent effect was her sight, as he vision of the lovely genie was quite something to see. Fiery red hair, red lips, curves to die for, powerful red eyes and an outfit that never got in the way of her beauty and power, she was breathtaking, which made her new vow to her all the more easy to keep.
Seeing her mistress float above the bottle that normally housed her, Hypnotia bowed before her as she silently looked at the alluring genie. Awaiting a command of any sort, she was almost impatient with the promise of more time spent with this merciful and dominant goddess.
The genie, however, knew very well that she had Hypnotia under her grasp. Seeing her spaced out inside this place they called a ''museum'', her spells and her smoke, no matter how limited they were, were very effective even with her powers restrained by the bottle. Impatient for this weirdly costumed and enslaved woman to finally let her out of her bottle. Impatient due to her centuries in captivity, she nonetheless knew the virtues of careful planning and manipulations as she needed to maintain the illusion and cement the new reality in her slave. Pouring out smoke continually from the tip of her bottle, she moved her arms as she concentrated on many tasks at once, her multi-tasking talents being a result of being more than a simple three-dimensional being.
Caught in this amazing dream, Hypnotia dared not look up until her mistress went on to command her. She needed to respect her and to act out of her own will and desires would be counter-productive to that. Her eyes set on the carpet, she was anxious to start in her new path, to prove herself worthy of being Aliyah's.
''Rise, my faithful slave.''
Hearing her wonderful voice ringing in her ears, Hypnotia obeyed her instantly. Standing up, she looked at the superior being that floated in a sitting position above and before her with a faint smile on her lips. ''What can this humble slave do for you, oh mighty mistress?'' she asked, reassured that her mistress was confident in her choice to serve her without hesitation.
The genie, casting and manipulating the fields of reality within the perceptions of Hypnotia's mind, soon became amused at how easy it was to manipulate mortals. While it was decidedly unfair considering how powerless they were before her, Aliyah nonetheless received great joy in seeing them caught in her web. They were so quickly convinced about imaginary scenarios about how special they were and how they needed justifications to serve her that it made her laugh internally. The desire to make them do whatever she wished was always so hard to shake off, if only because the thrill of control was addictive beyond words. Considering the limitations and rules places on her bottle, any mortal she directly controlled felt like a victory, one that she needed to savor fully before letting go. Trying to focus on this illusion of her own design, she concentrated on what this woman perceived instead of what was really around her.
''I see you are fully dedicated to being my slave. Your...outfit is certainly a beautiful indication of that...'' Aliyah said, gazing at the beautiful curves of her slave.
''I live to serve, mistress,'' Hypnotia replied, almost blushing at the attention the genie gave her. Hoping that every day could be like this, she looked away for a second before giving Aliyah her full attention once more. ''Perhaps you might like for me to do something that would be apropos to what I am wearing, mistress?'' she suggested, her own idea making her waver a bit due to her own anticipation.
The genie, now completely confident about her hold on this woman, began to see how easy it would be to make her release her right this instant. However, she had to maintain the facade she had built in this dream invading the reality of the harem-clad beauty before her. She had to be honest with herself, luck was with her considering how amazingly pretty this enslaved woman was. Not minding a bit of entertainment before getting the result she wanted, Aliyah knew that she at least deserved to prolong her fun for a little while longer. After all, the woman was so lost in this hypnotic trance that she even fantasized about it when she subconsciously chose this harem getup from within her mind. To see a gorgeous blonde do alluring things before her would be too great a pleasure for her to pass upon.
''I would most certainly like it, my slave. Go on and surprise me,'' was all that Aliyah answered, smiling in a faintly seductive way as her powerful red eyes laid upon the thrall in front of her.
Hypnotia, with her heart beating fast in her chest, knew that this was her big chance. She could seduce and make herself closer to the seductive mistress if she played it all right. Taking a heavy breath of air to calm herself, she then refocused her thoughts as she looked seductively at her mistress. Rising her arms up in the air, she then began to sway her hips in a smooth arc as to accentuate her fluid movements.
Unable to hide how pleased she was with this development, Aliyah smiled, both inside her bottle and in the carefully crafted illusion. It had been quite a while since she had seen someone so receptive to this fake reality and her controlling powers that they wanted to emulate parts of her ancient culture. Decades had passed since she saw a good belly dance, one that was beautiful in many ways. Hoping that she would indeed get instantly better, the genie sent new information to her slave as to make sure she would not make a fool of herself, to make things more beautiful and pleasant for the both of them.
Starting out without any idea how to proceed, Hypnotia soon began to grow in confidence as her movements became slightly more intricate. Remembering how the genie had shown her how to dance, she mimicked those moves of hers to put on a show she would never forget. Her belly controlled with expertise, it rolled and swayed as the faint sound of music only served to encourage Hypnotia in her initiative.
Aliyah, pleased beyond words that she was so receptive to new information, almost desired for the dream to be reality. Seeing her dance so beautifully in such a dull environment, she watched as the guards accompanied her in this activity, with everyone lost in the grace and allure of the newly-talented Hypnotia.
Hypnotia, all the while, gave her best effort as her arms were still up in the air, moving in a serpentine manner as her eyes were blazing with satisfaction. The interest of Aliyah pleasing her to no end, she knew nonetheless that she could do better. Her abilities, which she had used before to captivate and control others, could be used for other things and it was high time to get more creative now that she had someone worthy of seeing the more positive effects of her skills. Activating her powers, the rings on her midriff began to activate as they expanded toward Aliyah, spinning toward the center located in the white stone in her navel.
Aliyah, unsuspecting, began to look with interest anew at the dancer in front of her. Thinking that it would be almost impossible for her to be even more fascinating, her slave somewhat proved her wrong as her stomach motion got even more sublime than before. The rings of yellow, red and orange colorization calling out to her, the genie began to crave for more as her desires began to grow and grow for the beautiful dancer in front of her.
Seeing that her mistress was definitely vulnerable to her powers, Hypnotia smiled in satisfaction as she merely continued her dance routine. Her hips swaying and bumping as her belly sent waves and rings, she kept a pressure of hypnotism that would cause ecstasy and desire to overflow in her mistress mind, if only to make it more enjoyable for her.
Hypnotia's intent translating into results, Aliyah followed the rings as they mesmerized her, making her continually focus on the white stone in a cyclical manner. Her eyes soon matching the rings of colors, she had no resistance to this unseemly powers, mostly due to her ignorance over their existence. Smiling openly, the ever-so hypnotized genie could not get enough of this display in front of her as her desires began to take over her reason. With her smoke continually pouring despite her lesser amount of concentration, her subconscious began to affect the dream in which her slave's perceptions resided.
The dancing slave, still looking at her mistress while she used her powers to please her, began to feel her skin tingle as her mistress somehow sent visible smoke her way. Touched all over by this mist, she could see her costume changing ever so slightly as it seemed that her mistress for her to be showered in even more luxury than before. The mist doing its job, she now had sleeves of red, yellow and orange colorization, as well as sandals with rubies on them. Seeing this as an act of affection, Hypnotia dared not do or say anything about it until she was certain she could stop dancing.
The hypnotic effect driving her mad in basic needs, Aliyah all but forgot about her plans and about her long-term future. For now, she wanted her slave to be even closer. Admiring her from afar would not do the trick, she needed to be in her proximity and now. Sending a golden chain toward the gold ring on her neck, she began to slowly pull Hypnotia toward her, connecting her to the bottle.
Not scared in the least by this development, Hypnotia advanced one step at a time, bumping her belly as well as rolling it to put an emphasis on the rings she sent her mistress way. Getting even closer to the diminutive home of her mistress, the ex super-villainess could not wait for the outcome of this situation as the superb glass bottle got closer and closer due to the irresistible pull of her mistress.
Her needs overshadowing everything else, Aliyah thought of nothing else beside this beautiful blonde woman. She had to simply go ahead and make sure to get to know her in every way possible, if only to satisfy both her needs and hers. With her slave getting even closer to the bottle, the inevitable kept on getting more palpable for the genie mistress.
Finally reaching the bottle, a mere few links was all the distance between Hypnotia and the bottle that had changed her life. Now on her knees, she was unable to continue her dance as she looked up at her mistress. Smiling faintly and seductively, it was all that she needed to show for the genie to fully understand what she wanted to give to her.
Aliyah's gaze connecting with her slave, she knew full well what she wanted and desired: intimacy and quality-time with her new acquisition. Reminded that she was not alone in this room, she absorbed her slave inside the bottle to get to touch her, her logic and her planning all but defeated by the impromptu dance of the blonde hypnotist. Too occupied by her desires and the effect Hypnotia had on her, the smoke cleared as the presence of both the genie and the super-villainess was now removed from the museum...
Jack could not remember anything.
A few hours were simply gone from his memory. Nothing but blank void as far as he was concerned as he finally woke up from a slumber he did not remember ever initiating. Seeing that everyone else in the room was as confused as he was, the guard simply tried to go to the camera archives to look for some answers.
The camera surveillance team being as confused as everyone else, there simply was nothing for them to see on record. Edited to remove the traces of something or someone, Jack began to ponder if one of them had tried to steal anything, yet reports soon told him that nothing had been stolen. Even Rick, who had taken a smoke outside a few hours ago, claimed to not have seen anyone intrude in the museum.
Shaking his head in disbelief, Jack began to clean things up with the rest of the security crew. Reactivating the security system, he then grabbed the key item of the exhibit very carefully. The glass bottle, who had always been a beautiful object, had no scratch on it. As if someone had tried to take it away, if only to have a change of heart at the last second, the bottle had simply been left on the ground.
Scratching his head in confusion, he replaced the priceless object on his pedestal as he resumed his activities. Relieved to see that nothing bad really happened as far as he could tell, he went outside the room to resume his patrol.
Unbeknownst to him, a catastrophe had been averted, as a few sparkles of red, yellow and orange energy sparked for one final time behind him, signaling the last kind of activity this bottle would show for years to come...