Chapter 2: Dealing is Caring
A/N: So this chapter may or may not be the best so far, but it is definitely a set-up for a lot of delicious things coming into the future. Hope you enjoy.
Magane, a young mistress, whistled a tune she remembered from a recent anime. She flipped through the pages of a book, another hentai she swiped from another area of commerce. The mistress sat on a purple, decorated stool placed against a wall lined with flowery wallpaper.
Ahead of her was a burgundy bed surrounded by golden rails. On its cloud covers was a blonde, armored woman, Alicetelia. Dents and burnt marks covered her plates from the recent battle. Even when she stirred, Magane didn't look up.
"Ma-mamika."
Magane slammed her book shut. She placed her hands together and raised them to stretch arms.
"Mamika!"
Alicetelia shot up. In a cold sweat, she looked around to see a drawer and closet. She didn't seem to care for the details as her eyes settled on the room's second occupant.
"You!"
Magane raised a hand. "Yo, like your nap? Must have been good. You were whispering her name the whole time." She leered at the angry blonde, a battle-ready knight. "Whoa, wait a minute. You lost that fight. If you want to find out what happened without losing another, you'd listen. I can also get refreshments to make things pleasant."
Magan clapped her hands. The door beside her opened. Two maids in tight, monochrome clothes entered. They held trays filled with a china teapot, cups, and plates full of assorted snacks. Alicetelia blinked at the random spectacle.
"Come on, dig in. I'll do the same as I explain myself." Magane snatched a cookie from the plate. When the maids left, she slapped one at the butt cheek. She wagged her eyebrows at the knight. "Can you believe they're mine? I've been busy the past few days. Digression aside, I'll start. Are you ready?"
Alicetelia huffed through her nose. She stared at a cup full of the tea one of the maids poured her before leaving. When a full minute passed, she picked up the container. "Very well. If you bothered to leave me alive, I'll comply this time."
"Good. First of all, that military princess killed your precious Mamika, not me."
Alicetelia choked on her tea. Magane tried not to smile, pleased to know she created this sort of reaction as predicted.
"And again, when I showed you that picture, I had to think about my own life at the time. Couldn't save your poor gal pal. Seriously, not everyone can have your confidence, fighting against that nutjob."
The knight wiped her mouth with an arm. Her anger vanished as sadness glossed her eyes. "So she really did kill her? Do you know why she would kill Mamika?"
"A disagreement. The magical girl sounded sane the whole time, kind and strong." Magane didn't show any signs of doubt. She relied on truth to guide her calm tone. "Poor Mamika said some stuff about how we shouldn't treat the world wrong. The other chick went berserk, screamed this world deserves to be damned, not that it already is."
"Is that it? All because Mamika had a different opinion?"
Magane shrugged. Taking this as an answer, Alicetelia bowed her head to look at her tea's brown liquid.
The devious mistress smiled on the inside. She fed on the knight's show of misery, who remained unaware of the entire picture. The beginning of Mamika's death was really her fault, using her reality-altering ability to force the magical girl into confronting the military princess.
Magane only intended for that to be a test. She wanted to see if one member of an enemy faction could start a rift in their alliance, give something for the mistress to use as an advantage in the future. She only had herself and a Selesia - a half-baked converted - versus everybody at the time. Mamika's death not only plucked one annoyance from the roster of enemy names, Magane intended to see how far she could go with Alicetelia, who got along so well with the magical girl.
"So since you know what happened to your little waifu, are you interested in changing sides?"
"That is hard to say." The knight raised her head and glowered. "Between a madwoman and a cannibal, what would you choose?"
Magane licked her lips, then smacked them, loudly. "Neither. In that scenario, I'd rather be the one who would pit the two against each other. So please, just try to see me as a friend. If you do, there's a lot you can gain from partnering up with me."
Alicetelia's scowl lightened. The mistress understood she had the knight's interest, an attention she had to act on with cunning and speed.
"Want me to prove I'm a good choice? Then follow me." Magane hopped off of her seat. She skipped over to the tray, took a cream cookie, then sauntered her way towards the door. When Alicetelia arose, the mistress opened the way towards a hallway decorated with lamps and style similar to that of the room.
As the women made their exit, a trio of gals in extravagant, skimpy costumes walked by. Magane took note of her guest's surprise - wide eyes catching glimpses of cleavage and butt line.
"Like the view?"
"It seems...odd." Alicetelia cleared her throat. "Why would they wear such indecent costumes?"
"Oh, because I told them to." Magane stuck out her tongue. "It's fine since we're in a dining hotel. It works nice as a front for its true business, a brothel that's built a bit over the line between the normal and red light district."
The mistress didn't mind the knight's shock. She simply resumed the walk down the hallway. When she made it to a door, Magane rapped her knuckles on the surface.
"Come in."
Magane opened the door. She waved at the entrance to encourage Alicetelia into walking through. After her guest passed her, the mistress followed to enter a wide room. Blue pads covered the floors. Mirrors surrounded the walls. Only a single person occupied the space, a redheaded gal dressed in a white shirt and blue gym shorts.
The sports woman waved her hand. "Oh, hi Mistress!" She walked over, covered in sweat from head to toe. Magane returned the motion to greet her servant, Selesia. She also heard Alicetelia's breathing slow down – aroused.
Magane couldn't blame the knight. In this room, she had the submissive redhead workout in a tight shirt that exposed an outline of her huge breasts. The shorts also ran a bit up, enough to press into her covered vagina, create a camel toe.
The mistress subdued her lust and turned to face Alicetelia. "I know there might be some hard feelings from the earlier fight, but relax. Selesia only knocked you out as she only listens to me."
The mentioned heroine hopped onto Magane's back, hugged strong to press her breasts into her dom's back. "And I'll beat you again if you try to go for a second assault."
With gritted teeth, Alicetelia growled, "I won't. And that fight was one against three. Don't think you have the strength to take me on by yourself."
Wisps of fire appeared on Seleisa's long hair. "Do you want to give that theory a try now? I'm ready anytime, bitch."
Whoa, whoa, I said relax." Magane pushed her servant off. "We just renovated the room. Don't let all that yen go to waste."
"Oh, sorry, mistress." Seleisa looked away. She grabbed the edge of her shirt, tightly. Her legs also moved like a toddler trying not to pee on the spot.
Magane smirked. "Alright, you've met my team's strongest fighter. Now can you give us a few minutes alone in this room?"
"Right now?"
"Yeah." Magane's reply stunned Alicetelia. "Don't worry, I'm trying to make a point here. It won't take long. Just listen as you wait on the other side there, okay?"
The mistress maintained her sweet smile for the knight, who left. At the door, Alicetelia took one look around the place before she closed the cover.
When the door clicked closed, Magane hurried behind Selesia. She wrapped her arms around the redhead's to grab the enclosed breasts, dig fingers deep into the melon milkers.
"Did you miss me?" The mistress fondled the tits in every direction she could pull them in. "Did you want me to do this to you?"
The blushing Selesia breathed, "Oh yes." She turned her head and pursed her lips. Magane denied this kiss by licking her neck, then grabbed the neck of the shirt and pulled until the fabric tore open.
Magane kicked her sub's knee. After Selesia fell, she followed, kept her hands on the tits while her own pair landed on the redhead's back. She pushed until the bottom body lied down completely, yielded to her use of force. The mistress ripped off the rest of the shirt until all of her servant's top body was bare.
"Ooh, no bra?" Magane rubbed her bare fingers against Selesia's soft, plump titties. She slid them down to feel the harder parts, a tight stomach and abs. "Mh, getting you this workout room was a good idea."
"That's right, I exercise here every day." The servant turned around. When her eyes found Magane's, the mistress grabbed her arms and pinned them to the floor above Selesia's head.
Both ladies remained still, looked each other in the eyes with heavy breaths. The bottom woman went first, raised her head to kiss her mistress. Magane moved down, almost touched lips until she pulled away at the last second.
"Don't tease me! I want to kiss you."
"Then kiss me. Come on, you're almost there."
Magane enjoyed this play, maneuvering her head all around the air, baiting her lover for that elusive kiss. She also adored that Selesia obeyed her previous command: to always let her - the mistress - dominate in any physical effort (guilty for involving some magic).
Magane went down her lover's body. She slid a hand past Selesia's arm, brushed fingers against the armpit. She attended a nipple with tongue and teeth, swatting and biting. Magane did this while she continued to pin down her servant, a moaning and bucking redhead.
"Mistress, ah, mistress, please." The redhead's eyes rose before she squealed. Her master's fingers had gone inside the gym shorts to flick against her clitoris.
With a grin, Magane leaned her mouth towards an unattended breast. She suckled on it like a baby. Without looking down, the dominant female pumped her fingers into her lover's snatch, a rosebud wet from arousal.
"Mistress!"
"Be a good girl and stay." Magane excused Selesia's humps, a reaction to the titillating foreplay. The mistress continued to swirl her tongue around the nipple. Her fingers pounded hard and fast, from the tip down to the knuckles. The digits ravaged the hole like a penis.
Magane grinned before she gripped a nipple with her teeth and pulled the entire flesh balloon up. When her fingers curved deeper inside the pussy, Selesia cried before her vaginal walls caved in on the intruding digits.
The mistress mixed her fingers inside the wet snatch. After her servant relaxed, Magane yanked out the hand. She eyed her skin's glistening surface.
"Arara, this is nice. You know, it feels like the first day we started to have fun as lesbians." The mistress poked each finger into her mouth to taste her lover's vag honey. When finished, she flicked out her hand to sprinkle droplets into the air. "Do you remember that? Ooh, the fun we used to have."
"It was...actually scary." Selesia winced and wiped a hand over her face. "Two weeks, nobody came. Back when I used to hate you, I didn't like this until you helped me realize only you could make me feel so good."
Magane grabbed the redhead's waistline and pulled. She smiled when her nose caught a hot, ripe odor from the uncovered pussy. She licked along the line, from bottom to the top where the clitoris was.
"And we're getting to your favorite part." The mistress ripped the rest of the pants in half to free the legs. "It's my favorite too. Now get into position and ask for it like a good little girl."
As Magane pulled down her black stockings, Selesia grabbed her ankles. She bent her legs and opened the lips of her moist breeding hole.
"Mistress, please give me your dick. Make love to me, your cum dump, again."
The dom licked her lips. She dropped the rest of her pants to expose a huge cock. Its long restraint made it pulse with power, stretch to a full, formidable length. As veins throbbed along the length, it quivered, a tool excited by the chance to violate its favorite pussy.
"Oh, that is so sweet, my dear Selesia." Magane huffed from horniness. She wiped her hand over the cock head to smear pre-cum all over the meat pole. "So sweet, I can't wait to put this inside you. It might get rough, are you up for the task?"
The eager redhead nodded. The pleased mistress dropped onto her knees and grasped her cock to guide it towards the hole. When the tip smooshed against the vag mouth, Magane moved her hips to make it slide up along the edge, but never penetrate.
"Come on, you're teasing me again!"
Magane's heart throbbed from hearing her lover's cute complaint. She smacked her breed stick on top of the snatch, made sure the head whacked the clitoris. Selesia grunted from the stimulation.
"Okay, okay, for real this time." The misterss grabbed the redhad's waist and thrust the whole dick in one go. This overwhelming penetration enveloped the cock in a warm, meat pocket. It also made Selesia scream at the top of her lungs, unprepared for the sudden reception of painful pleasure.
"It's not so bad. I knew you would be wet enough for me to put it all in." Magane winced when she felt the pussy's gooey walls wrap around her piece. This entrapment did not stop her from moving, start pumping the hole that was hers to fuck alone. "And go ahead, scream your head off. Let everyone in the building know what's happening between us."
Selesia did just that, open her mouth and cry. Her noise rose and dropped as her mistress slammed dick into the cervix. The redhead yelped when her lover squeezed titties hard, twerked them like buttons on a machine.
After several thrusts, Magane grabbed her servant's ass. She pulled the rear end up until Selesia's lower half was in the air. She used this new angle to pound into the hole, mercilessly. Combined with gravity, her fucks raided the pussy raw.
"Mistress, mistress, augh!"
Hysterical, Selesia clawed the floor and let out a scream. Magane smiled as she felt the effects of an orgasm, pussy walls tightening around her dick. The hole's grip forced her to dig her heels into the ground to keep fucking at the same pace.
"Yum, yum, it feels like we're almost to the finale." Magane wiped beads of sweat off of her face. She moved her hips around to adjust her position. When she restarted her thrusts, the mistress made sure to dig in hard, ram the cock into the g-spot.
"Gah, mish-mishtrah." Seleia's eyes rolled up. Her voice became hoarse. Sweat and spit rolled down her stupefied face.
Magane knew her servant was about to become unconscious from pleasure overload. To this, she shrugged and pounded harder, assault the g-spot over and over.
Several orgasms later, Selesia became limp. She huffed and whimpered, still given fuck pounds from her mistress. Out of energy, all she could do was leak natural lube from her hole, a stream soon joined by white jelly, Magane's cum sauce.
"Oh, out of gas, little Selesia?"
Magane leaned back. When her tip almost left the ravaged hole, she dove back in with all her strength, rammed her leaking dong into her lover's erogenous button. She gasped - let her tongue hang out like an exhausted dog - then gushed a gallon's worth of semen into the shaking pocket.
"Mh, good practice." Magane tilted her head as she examined the redhead's still body. She realized her submissive slave had gone to sleep from a mind-shattering release.
"Uh oh, someone still needs to get more endurance." The mistress kissed Selesia's cheek before she yanked out her cock, a stick spilling slime from the piss hole. The same substance oozed out of the snatch to make a tiny puddle on the floor. "But you did workout for a few hours straight. Such a good girl, maybe we'll really try to have love when you're at full strength."
Magane didn't intend to ever let her servant make love under equal circumstances. She just loved dominating the obedient redhead. It was a thrill to make Selesia go into a cum-induced coma.
The mistress put her clothes on - somewhat fast since she only missed her bottom articles. After snapping her skirt back on, Magane skipped towards the door. Slowly, she grasped the doorknob. One push later, she shot her head out of the exit to see Alicetelia waiting at the side with arms crossed and back leaning against the wall.
"So did you like the live porno?" Magane clicked the door shut before she patted her legs. "Quite the obedient gal. Two weeks worth of work paid off right there."
"It took that long to indoctrinate her?" Alicetelia sniffed and shifted her form. The blush on her cheeks were quite noticeable. "She's a heroine, made to represent the strongest figures of mankind. How could you have done so with someone commonly known to have an indomitable will?"
"She's human." Magane licked her lips and pressed hands against her cheeks to make a 'cute' expression. "So often is she expected to play the perfect person, dear Selesia never really has time for herself. Plus, her story involves such perfect conditions, hardly room for realistic development for her character. The entire light novel series really should have been a third-rate piece of literature if not for the illustrator's great handiwork."
The mistress did a spin before she crossed her legs, pressed up the underside of her own breasts. "With my ability, I exposed a lot of her cracks. Destroying expectations, realigning priorities, even forcing her to act like a dumb slut; I did it all to make her believe in her new purpose: serve me, the provider of her happiness."
Alicetelia rolled her eyes. "It somewhat makes sense. That sort of tactic suits you, but it appears more like she lacked the willpower to resist it in the first place."
"Really? I think her will is stronger than the armor you're wearing; that shabby block of iron can't be good for you."
The knight tapped her chest armor. "This is the finest brand of its kind. I doubt even the war machine, a tank, would have the same quality."
"Sounds like a lie in a lie."
Alicetelia gasped when her armor pieces' straps broke off. They fell off of the the knight and crashed against the floor. This left her only with a dark blouse draped with blue curtains. The victim scowled at the mistress for the trickery.
Magane didn't mind; this victory was hers. She turned on her heel to continue down the hall. "Alright, back on the tour. I've shown you the team's powerhouse. Now let me share how I plan to seize the advantage on the battlefield."
Down a flight of stairs, the two reached another floor. Alicetelia looked outside a window to see smaller buildings below their level. "How did you even attain this building in the first place?"
"Got it as a gift." Magane wiggled her bottom, a dance of joy. "That is, after doing some hardcore negotiations. It's always nice to get something for free with enough persuasion."
The knight sighed, "Knowing you, 'free' would be the same as an enchanted surrender."
The mistress remembered her dealings with the brothel's original owner, a male pimp. Long story short, he gave her all of the business's assets when she transformed her lies into reality. This place served as an ideal headquarters, especially when military personnel and careless, affluent figures flocked around her crew full of whorish spies.
"Come on, Alice. Can I call you that? That English name makes it sound so much cuter. Also rolls off the tongue better."
Alicetelia frowned. Magane ignored this as she stopped near another door. Before she could open it, the cover slammed open. Two dark-skinned men dragged a brunette out of the room.
"No, please, let me go! Don't do this to me!"
The mistress sighed as the men took the fair-skinned female away. Alicetelia appeared shocked when the trio entered a room at the end of the hall. The scrams continued until the door slammed shut. Out of sight, clothes ripped before grunts and gurgles escaped through the thin walls. Slapped flesh soon followed, a noise Magane knew all too well.
"What is going on here?"
"Look here." The mistress jerked her thumb at the room of concern. Alicetelia peeked inside before she reared away, shocked.
Magane sighed before she glanced at the area. Lined around the walls were computers equipped with drawing tablets. Most were occupied by men and woman, terrified workers scribbling on the screens. Next to each station was a guard - buff, armed personnel dressed in body armor.
"Is this a dungeon?"
"Might as well be one." Magane became enamored by the sight. "I've kidnapped every one of them with help from my sexy Hangaku. Come here gal, show yourself!"
A purple cloud covered the area. The foggy shape manifested into a female figure dressed in armor. When the transformation finished, Hangaku - the stolen spirit ally - unleashed a shrill scream.
The prisoners cried out of fear. The guards smacked every one, barked at them to get back to work. Within seconds, the kidnapped artists continued their work in misery.
"Why are you doing this to them?" Alicetlia faced her host with sadness. "What did they do to deserve this torture?"
"It's not really them. I'm trying to meet the demand of this war by using their talents." Magane reached for the phone in her skirt's pocket. She pulled it out and aimed its screen at the knight to reveal its moving list of names and comments. "A little magician and I tried out a theory the other day. It worked on Selesia. It's how she managed to fight you head-on with only some help from me and Hangaku."
The malevolent spirit vanished by its master's order. Magane smiled before she closed the door. "You know how only a few of us was born because the public made us the most famous figures in today's entertainment? That magician mentioned it might have been possible to keep that trend going, create something that can at least affect us here so long as enough people approve of us."
The mistress retracted the phone. After she scrolled up the page with her finger to find an image, she showed it to Alicetelia. "See? Fire shooting out of Selesia's gorgeous body. With this many likes and positive comments, a star was born."
The knight blinked at the presented art piece before she closed her eyes. "I see. And by utilizing this slave force, you would further power yourself and others who are on your side."
"It's really two so far. You can become one too if you join," Magane winked. "And before you object, I need to add that yes, the public doesn't accept just anything. A creation only matters if it comes from someone they consider famous or worth following."
The mistress fished a second device from her skirt. She pressed both machines against her cheeks. "Tada, I swiped all of the social accounts from fellow Creators, yours included. We can talk about getting him here later and putting that perverted neet to work."
Alicetelia crossed her arms, placed the limbs under the large mammaries. "But doesn't the government have control over these 'websites?' I'm sure they would have access to such power under emergencies."
"Tee hee, that's another advantage I have under the hood. Let's just say there's a little bit of confusion going on no thanks to a traitor."
The blonde's eyes widened. "A traitor? Someone within this country's government is working for you?"
Magane crossed hands under her chin. With a devil's smirk, she chided, "Can't tell ya, won't tell ya more than that. Not even Selesia knows the identity of our little helper. Well, let's say that person is the group's weakest link. Doesn't even know it either."
Alicetelia raised an eyebrow. Assured she had the knight's curiosity, Magane opened her arms wide. "Okay, enough guesses. Are you ready for scene number three? After this, I'm one-hundred percent sure you'll join my side."
"Would you truly want me?" The knight's hands squeezed into fists. "I find most of what you do effective, but atrocious. Worse, you're having fun. If my leader is terrible, you're no better than her. I may even bow out of this conflict rather than harm more people in the process."
Magane figured she would hear this; Alicetelia's history, her core character always made decisions for the well-being of others. She didn't forget that the knight fought in hopes she could recreate her original world, a prize that's really at best a theory by this point.
But Magane knew better than to make shallow dealings. And after much spying, analyzing, the mistress never lost confidence, not when she had one last card to play.
"Aww, that doesn't sound very fair." Magane clicked her phone to send off a text. "You don't want these perks? I'm sure Mamika would love to have them once she comes here to say hello in person."
Alicetelia's face lost all emotion. Magane didn't expect this. She didn't even predict that in one motion, the knight would grab her neck, pick her up, then slam her into the wall.
"What sort of bargain is that?" The blonde's face donned a mask of rage. "First, you tell me she's betrayed by the side I fight for. Then you say she's alive? I'm still mourning her death; don't you dare play tricks on me!"
Magane felt the large hands crush her throat. She shot out her legs to kick Alicetelia's stomach, propel the blonde away. When her feet met the floor, the mistress retreated with flips, commenced an acrobatic retreat.
After she reached a good distance, Magane landed on all fours. She huffed, "Ah, ah," to test her voice. When she could speak well enough, she asked, "You don't believe around the corner behind me, your little darling will appear in the flesh, the one you've come to love since the get-go?"
"You expect me to believe you can bring the dead back to life?!" Alicetelia's armor took form on her body, magical re-armament. "Then let's put that to the test after I pulverize your god-forsaken existence down with this building!"
Magane didn't imagine she could have made someone this angry, let alone a being of destructive power. Despite this mistake, she did not panic. Instead, the mistress rejoiced in silence when a person turned at the hallway's curve.
With a war cry, the enraged knight charged. Her purple-haired target snickered and stepped to the side, reveal the new gal.
"Is Alicetelia here?"
The soft voice forced the knight into a complete halt. The surprised Alicetelia did not calm her face, not as she stared at the newcomer, a ghost arisen from a recent tragedy.
"Well? Aren't you going to say hi?" The excited Magane placed hands on the shoulders of the pink-haired woman. "Can't you at least ask if this is the magical girl herself?"
The blonde stepped back and shook her head. "No, impossible." She breathed, "But that picture, I-I don't understand. Was she really dead this entire time?"
"Yeah. Do you really think she'd join me if I asked?" The mistress swiped her hand at Mamika's pigtail, one of two that fit the image of the magical girl. "Shame on you for not doing your homework. Don't you know I could turn any lie into a truth? So when you said you didn't believe you would see her, guess who came back from the dead?"
As the confused Alicetelia stood still, Magane waited. The mistress reminded herself that she did commit a tactful wrong: lie about a resurrection skill. In such cases, the victim would have either remained for a brief time or have come back as a mindless corpse, a zombie.
In order for her to bring back a Mamika duplicate, Magane hired a young actress. In her early twenties, this new employee had joined under the promise that she would acquire a huge prize. The skilled woman already knew the famous figure thanks to her experience playing as a live-action version - a part in a shitty tv series that had to be canceled halfway through.
This arrangement turned out to benefit Magane. This was all thanks to her ability, altering reality. Using specific wording, the verbal witch had actually embodied Mamika's personality and memories into the actress, a gal meant to become someone by Alicetelia's preference.
So far as the mistress was concerned, most of the actress's selfish personality had been overcome by the fictional character's generosity and love for all of mankind. Magane almost puked from thinking this last part. She held in this repulsion to watch the reborn magical girl step towards Alicetelia. The blonde herself didn't move, not even when Mamika hugged her stomach and pressed head into the cleavage.
"Wow, it is you." Mamika pulled away. After the knight kneeled to have their eyes meet at the same level, the smaller woman grabbed her hands and pulled them up, gently. "It feels weird. The world went dark after I died. To come back here and see you, it's a miracle."
"So you were dead." Alicetelia's eyes watered. "That happened when I was gone, but it's not going to happen again, not so long as I'm alive."
Mamika turned her head to look at the mistress. "It sounds like it's thanks to her. Are we on her side now?"
"Ooh, interesting question. Are you on my side?" Magane asked. "What about you, magical hot stuff? Are we friends?"
"I think we are." Mamika faced the blonde with unusual seriousness. "Because our old friend, she's insane. We can't expect to be safe so long as we stay with her. She said she wanted to destroy the world. You can still fight with her if you believe in her cause, but I can't go back."
Alicetelia bit her lip, conflicted. As the blonde pondered, Magane was glad to see the new magical girl had also come back with its previous host's mission in mind.
Happy, the mistress figured there was one last act she had to do. To the reunited friends, she suggested, "I'd be happy to provide a room here for the night. See, I'm done trying to convince. You can take as long as you want with the final decision, maybe catch up with your squeeze there."
Magane winked and shot out her rump, did a cute-sexy pose for her guests. "And I used my powers to make her a bit older, legal yummy age. So go ahead to the lobby and ask for a room at the desk. From that point on, try not to have too much fun."
Alicetelia bared her teeth. Her seething lasted seconds before she relaxed. "So that's it? You've done me a favor under some 'strange' circumstances."
"Bringing her back just shows how serious I am in asking you to join me." Magane rubbed her ring finger. "And there's more happiness to come if you roll with me. I can even dare say that once my dungeon finishes cooking up its goodies, you can count on me to not only defeat that military bitch, but help your world if you so wish."
Alicetelia remained silent. Magane waved her hand in a dismissive manner. "Talking so much is giving me a migraine. Just trust me to do what I can and shoo, go have a girl's night."
The mistress departed the scene, didn't wait for the rest to move on. She yawned only to wince when she felt her sore throat. Magane figured this was a small price to pay for she was certain Alicetelia was on her side so long as this new 'Mamika' didn't go against a will – a kink she'll have to check on at a later time.
Despite her exhaustion, the mistress had one more task to finish. It was this why she traversed down many stairs, marched across some hallways to arrive at a door. This place was secluded from the common area, a place that was gloomier, colder than the artist dungeon she showed Alicetelia.
Magane smoothed her clothes out, recomposed herself, warmed up her damaged throat with hums. The mistress actually looked forward to the next part, a moment where she could enjoy herself at the most vile level.
Excited, she pushed the door open. Magane sneered when she heard gasps, music sung by those who feared her.
In this barren white room, only two people occupied it. One was Sota, the brunette lad wearing glasses. His slim, twink form was only naked down to his boxers. Red marks and bruises also covered his skin, past abuse Magane inflicted in the past few days.
Ahead of this prisoner was the other, Meteora. The magician was bare naked from neck to feet. Her fair-skinned form was bent over a steel pole. Hands and neck tied on this same perch, she could barely move except for the knees she's been on for hours, tied in this doggy position.
Magane felt a rush of blood pour into her penis when she saw Meteora's blushing titties and holes. She remembered enjoying the woman, fucking and slapping without restraint. The mistress expected to do the same and more, bring all of her stress onto the fuck doll.
After the mistress closed the door behind her, she cracked her neck. "Brat, smartass, I'm back." Magane yanked down her pants to free her cock. The eight-inch flesh dangled about, throbbing from excitement. "Just finished some business with a hottie. Ready to have some fun again?"
A/N: I think this chapter is good due to the fact that it's showing how good a villain Magane is. And again, the next chapter will feature more smut since everything is set up that way. Hope you can look forward to it