I decided to head back to my house—and by house I meant an apartment that I was using as a temporary base of operations.
I reclined in my chair. Now that that was done it was time to check up on where Cinder's little gem had gotten off to. I closed my eyes and let my semblance pull me to her location. My semblance was honestly a bit broken. Of course there were stronger semblances, but 'Will of the Voyeuristic Conqueror' was one of the most multifaceted I'd ever heard of.
There was a long very specific way in which my semblance worked, but the just of it was that I could blow the clothes off of, and observe from afar, anyone I 'marked' by coming into physical contact with them. My semblance also grew stronger if I 'defeated' a person, and as far as I knew there was no limit to the amount people I could mark. It was nice, but fairly useless in a serious fight.
The world rippled around me and I was looking down at Emerald. She was breathing heavily. Maybe she had been running? Flustered from our fight? Emerald was in a dark room. A storage room or something, I didn't care too much about what exactly it was. I was wondering what exactly Emerald was up to. I would have figured that she would have headed straight back to Cinder.
Emerald's breathing had calmed down. Now she was surveying her surroundings. Once she was satisfied that everything was to her liking Emerald closed her eyes. I wondered what the girl was doing.
I was pleasantly surprised when Emerald lifted up her top. The cloth slid over her milk chocolate breasts. I hadn't gotten a look at them before, they were certainly nice. As smooth and soft as the aforementioned milk. Emerald hesitated before reaching up and wrapping her hand around her her breast. The same breast I had grabbed.
"N-No…" Emerald whispered as she groped herself. The world around her twisted. I was standing there, or rather a copy of me. Which was strange as I wasn't actually doing anything. It must have been Emerald's semblance. It was annoying that I couldn't see through that even now. Anyway, Emerald was fantasizing about fake me groping her. Her hands on top of mine. Interesting, it seemed that her illusions weren't capable of physical interaction.
Fake me had pushed Emerald against a wall. I had both hands on her breasts. Emerald wasn't putting up a fight, she just was looking at fake me with fearful eyes. At least on the surface. I could tell she wanted this, but of course she wanted this, she was doing this to herself after all. Emerald swallowed as fake me's hand drifted down to her waist.
Her belt and other accessories clattered to the ground. Emerald was shaking, but panting at the same time. Fake me tugged and her pants slid down her long brown legs. Her skin was just as smooth as it was everywhere else. Her soft thighs, her smooth calves… Not her feet because that wasn't my thing…
And her panties. Green. Of course. Everyone on Remnant was so obsessed with their color schemes. Well, I couldn't really complain, considering what I was wearing. At any rate Emerald was wearing a green thong with some black lace around the edges. She really was trying to imitate Cinder, or at least Cinder's outward venier.
But enough about me. Emerald was whimpering as fake me stroked her through her panties. "Stop!" Emerald begged as I groped and teased her.
It worked, fake me released her and took a step back. Emerald looked at fake me, he eyes filled equally with fear and hope. This girl… How much of a masochist was she? Fake me pulled out a small pink bullet and placed it inside of Emerald's panties. Emerald trembled as ropes were added to the illusion. Her arms were tied above her head and she was unable to cover herself. Not that she had been, but I wasn't complaining.
The world shifted and my minions were there as well. Emerald was squirming in embarrassment as so many people looked on at her defenseless body. Her bare breasts and sexy green unmentionables were candy for all the onlookers.
With a click the object in Emerald's panties started to buzz. The girl gasped and tugged at her bonds. "Not this!" she said, her voice choked with emotion. I could see her trembling. Scrolls came out and Emerald was bathed in the flashes of cameras, recording her humiliation. Emerald writhed as pleasure was forced through her body.
Tears fell as Emerald realised the futility of her situation. The realisation that she was being driven to orgasm in such a place really seemed to turn her on. With a moan of resignation Emerald let the pleasure overcome her body.
Emerald slumped against her bonds. Breathing heavily she looked out. Fake me stepped forward and grabbed her panties. "Anything but that!" Emerald pleaded. Fake me sneared, but, before she could be fully exposed, fire swept through the illusion and burned all of us to dust.
An illusion of Cinder stood there, hand raised. Emerald looked up at the fake Cinder. The older woman sashayed over to Emerald. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Emerald sobbed.
"What happened?" fake Cinder asked.
"I-I was captured and humiliated…" Emerald whimpered in a resigned tone.
"You poor girl." Fake Cinder stroked the still bound Emerald's cheek. Her hand slowly trailing down the girl's collar towards her navel. "But you failed, so I'm afraid you'll have to be punished."
"Punished…" Emerald's voice was most certainly less scared and more wistful. "How so Cinder?"
Fake Cinder's hand shot out and wrapped around Emerald's nipple. The green haired girl biting back the pain as fake Cinder pinched her nipple. "You will call me mistress. Is that understood?" fake Cinder hissed.
Emerald nodded. "Yes, Ci- Mistress… What punishment?"
The ropes holding Emerald were burned away. "Get dressed," Fake Cinder ordered.
Emerald pulled up her pants and tugged her top back on. I frowned. Was it over? I hoped not. I hadn't seen all of Emerald yet.
"Strip," fake Cinder said.
It seemed like it wasn't. Emerald looked horrified at the prospect, or as horrified as she could be seeing as she was the one who had made fake Cinder order her to strip.
Not wanting to disappoint her mistress Emerald dropped her pants. Her green panties once more on display. With trembling hands Emerald lifted her top. Her breasts jiggled as they were freed from their confinements.
"All of it." Cinder was firm and, with a flushed face, Emerald complied.
Her fingers hooked around the waistband of her panties. Emerald whimpered, but let her panties slip down her legs. She stood awkwardly, her arms moving as if to cover herself, to hide her naked body from fake Cinder, but she didn't. I gazed at the girl's naked body. Her breasts I had seen, but her pussy, hidden by a patch of green hair… It had been a day since I had scene such a sight, and it had been a week since I had seen it in conjunction with such a perfectly embarrassed expression.
"That will be all for now." fake Cinder turned and motioned to Emerald's clothes. "Get dressed. No panties."
Emerald blanched at the last part, but nonetheless dressed herself. The sound of keys turning in the lock caused her to start and in seconds she was out the window. Her illusion dropped. A confused security guard caught a glimpse of her, but he wouldn't care—it was above his pay grade.
I waited for a few seconds for her to realise what she had forgotten. When she realised it Emerald stopped running. She just froze.
"No… No! No!" Emerald screamed, her face as red as a tomato. "My panties! That man will have them. And he saw me. He'll take them home and do this and that with them, and he'll be imaging me as he does! And I can't take them from him because Cinder said to keep a low profile..."
Emerald had a very active imagination, I must say. The girl gave a forlorn look back before turning and darting away.
I smiled and dropped my semblance.