Tactical Errors...

Ramza, Orlandu, Agrias, Mustadio, and Meliadoul came to the main doors of Limberry Castle.

"We need to stop Elmdor!" yelled Ramza.

"As long as we have my sword," Orlandu affirmed, "we'll be fine."
"And mine as well," interrupted Agrias, looking at her holy sword confidently. It had accompanied her in so many battles as she brought out the energy of her purity and stabbed her enemies from afar. She felt a little bit weak after her last battle, her blonde hair in a few tangles and beads of sweat glistening her neck.

"Ramza Beoulve..." said a voice from behind them.

They marched into the main room to see the Marquis, now with pale gray skin and menacing red eyes. His true vampire form had been revealed, as he stood there, his cape flowing behind him and he held the Masamune, glimmering in the faint sunlight that reflected off the dew of the grass below.

"Elmdor!" cried Ramza. He knew where this battle would take him, and realized why he needed to fight.

Ramza drew his blade- as did Orlandu and Mustadio with his gun.

"Agrias, can you run in and get the Zodiac stone? We can handle things out here!"

"Are you sure? I'm worried for you-" Agrias chimed back, concerned.

"We'll be fine," Ramza said over his shoulder, "Go! We'll all make it out alright."

"Alright!" said Agrias, turning around and leaving the battle behind. Her hands met the heavy oaken doors as they creaked open as she slinked inside. Lying before her was a large throne room decorated with chandeliers, candles, and stained glass windows. This was the throne room of Limberry Castle, but it was devoid of life now. She looked around, and decided to walk cautiously forward through the room, hoping that there would be some sign on the throne or some secret passage of sorts. Her greaves clicked rhythmically and slowly as she inched forward.

"Looking for this?" teased two sultry voices in unison through shiny glossed lips. Two shapely female protectors stood at the end of the throne room, back to back with their long tanned legs bent. Both of them wore shiny velvet cloaks that cover their bodies, deep blue and pink, respectively. One of them held a stone in her hand, gently caressing it with her milky light fingers.

"Celia and Lede! The vile assassins... who probably could never have learned anything better but to hurt the lives of others,” thought Agrias. But she was a knight of true honor, and she could take over these vile vixens. She took a moment to notice their outfits, though. Lede wore a blue velvet halter top which clung tight to her breasts. Same with Celia, except hers was magenta. Their short blonde hair was slickly permed. They were both incredibly voluptuous, with sexy outfits, dancer’s bodies, and graceful moves. The perfect seductresses. This wouldn’t get to Agrias, though. She needed to admit to herself something- this was something she had fantasized about. Even though Agrias was a holy knight, she still sometimes had fantasies at night and in her dreams, sometimes involving these girls. She took a vow of celibacy, and it wracked her with guilt that she not only had fantasies of losing herself sexually, but to girls. These never manifested themselves past her subconscious mind, though. She would be fine in battle.

At least, that’s what she thought. In the few moments that Agrias let her guard down, Celia and Lede chanted “Shadow Stitch” with a viciously seductive smile on their faces, licking their lips. In moments, black energy coated Agrias as she was stopped in place. She could still move her head and speak, but her body was bound, and there was nothing she could do. “Uh oh…” she thought, a nervous bead of sweat trickling down her face. She was afraid that they would kill her, fearing for her life, and wanting to scream but not being able to come up with the energy beyond a faint whisper. But it didn’t look like the two pretty assassins were going to do that to her.

“Shall we show her what she’s about to experience?” asked Celia.

“Of course…” replied Lede, reaching behind her to the rear of her halter top. Celia did the same as Agrias’ first instinct was to ready her sword, but she couldn’t obviously because she was shadow-stitched in place. All she could do was watch as… what? It seemed that Celia and Lede were… undressing!?!?!? One by one, they unsnapped their tops (which were snappy halter tops, a rare kind) as they fell in unison, gently grazing their torsos as they exposed their chests for Agrias. She squirmed for a second as a rush went through her with this teasing. They had the most beautiful pairs of breasts she had ever seen, firm, rounded, and flirty, ready to be grabbed and licked and… wait. “No,” she stopped herself. She couldn’t have these thoughts. But she wondered what on earth was happening.

Lede approached Agrias and extended her hand as the knight could smell her sexy scent. She ran her hand along the knight’s cheek as she attempted to recoil, but because she was frozen had nowhere to recoil to. She felt the soft hand that had caressed the stone earlier on her cheek. It was relaxing and nice, but she still needed to recoil. To fight to the end. Lede brought her body closer to Agrias, slowly humping against her with her breasts and bringing them near her face. She planted a little kiss on Agrias’ cheek as she flinched and said “EWWW! Get away from me you bitch!”

"Stare at our bodies... Agrias..." teased Lede.

“Huh, What the!!!” cried Agrias again, deliberately angry at this onslaught. Why couldn’t they just fight her like normal combatants?

“Shhh… just stare. Let our curves mesmerize you…”
“If you’re trying to hypnotize me, it’s not going to work. I’m a girl, remember? I’m sure the other guys couldn’t even fall for you.”

“To the contrary,” said Lede confidently, playfully dancing around Agrias and occasionally running her fingers up and down the helpless heroine’s body, “I think our… talents would make seducing you and your friends very easy. Eassy…. Just watch.”

She continued to dance as Agrias couldn’t help but stare at her, her moving figure, and her belly button, adorned with a tiny jewel. Agrias could focus on nothing else. It was almost silly to… she might as well study her enemy and try to find a weakness.

Big mistake. Her response time slowed a tiny bit as the jewel went back and forth. Back and forth. Baaacccck and foooorth. She had to shake her head a little bit, but it was no use. Celia came behind her and cupped her face in her hands lovingly, forcing her to gaze forward at Lede’s dancing. “Stare at me Agrias. That’s right… yes, it’s ok… I think you were right, I can’t charm you.”

Yes, that was right. Agrias was perfectly alright. The dancing was having no effect.

“See, you truly are powerful. While I could hypnotize a normal person with my wonderful, slow, rhythmic and hypnotic movements… my swaying… swaying so much, swaying so rhythmically and hypnotically… so slowly… while I could hypnotize… hypppnotiiiize someone so easily… soooo easssiillly. You’re strong. You can fight so well. You can resist me… good job.”

Agrias’ conscious mind acknowledged that it had no effect, but it was not her consciousness Lede was concerned about. As she continued her rhythmic dance, she sought to invade Agrias’ subconscious and wipe away any notions of resistance. Lede smiled wickedly as she saw her dance having this effect…

”I can fight, you can’t get to me…” Agrias said, but her words were getting more and more slurred. Celia licked her glossed lips before giving Agrias a slow, breathy peck on her neck. She then made eye contact with her fellow assassin with a victorious acknowledgment as Agrias didn’t even budge, as she did before. She was just gazing forward, lost in the show before her.

“That’s right, just stare at me. That’s right. I think you really like this show. It’s helping you rest, helping you get rid of all those silly worries.”

Celia began to massage Agrias to the rhythm of the syllables coming out so slowly and with such command from Lede’s beautiful vocal cords… strumming and filling her mind like a siren’s harp.

“Keep staring. Listen to my voice. The sound of my beautiful voice. My beautiful voice fills your mind with commands and suggestions…”

What? Agrias questioned herself. Wait… what was going…

“Shhh… just keep listening, dear,” said Celia, cupping Agrias’ mouth and massaging her temples, clearing away those pesky thoughts. This calmed the heroine as her muscles relaxed. She then gave her a loving peck on her neck.

Lede continued. “Keep listening… to my commands and suggestions. Let the touch draw you in, and stare. Deeply, deeply…”

WAIT!!!! Agrias cried. This was wrong. She had to fight, what was happening? Had she fallen into their trap? Was she so dumb as to let herself lose like that, and fall into the touches and caresses of two vile and venomous women?

“ALRIGHT! I let my guard down. But you won’t get to me.”

“What are you ever talking about, Agrias,” asked Lede?

“I wasn’t under anything… I was just… pretending. Pretending.” Agrias thought desperately for responses to distract them- she just needed to buy more time… in a few turns, she would be free of the binding that held her in place. She could feel her ability to move coming back.

Unfortunately for her, they were two steps ahead of her. “Shadow Stitch,” chanted Celia with a loving giggle. Agrias was frozen in place again. “Damn…” she thought. That plan wouldn’t work. What could she do… just wait for the others? Her options were so limited…

“Just keep staring, Agrias. You’re not going anywhere. Nowhere, noplace. You can’t go anywhere…”

“Ughhh…” thought the Holy Knight. This wasn’t good at all. She could pretend to fight them but deep down a part of her knew what was happening. Being held in place and lulled constantly by Lede’s voice and Celia’s soft touches behind her, caressing her neck, face, arms and body opened her up. Made her relax. Relaxing felt so nice. No! Wait, she couldn’t… just relax. Just relax..

“Yesss…. Just reeeeellllaaaxxxx…” Celia gave her another, long wet kiss in the rhythm of the relllaxxx…

“Uhhhh…”

“Yes Agrias. That’s right. Just relllaxxx, listen to my voice. Listen to my voice. Listen… deeply, slowly, listen to my wonderful voice as it mesmerizes you. Mesmerizes you completely and utterly… watch me. Just let go. Just surrender, there’s no purpose in fighting.”

Agrias just gazed on. She couldn’t find the strength to speak or retort. It was all just a blur. The words, the strumming of the melodic syllables, the wonderful, lovely touches of Celia who smirked behind her and occasionally gave her a little kiss on the cheek here and there. But part of her still wanted to fight… wanted to… what?

“Yesss… keep on listening. Don’t think.”

Something was wrong. What was it… so hard to think… what could she… so hard…

“Mmmmm…. That’s right. What a lovely thing to do. Just watttccchh mmeeee… adore me, call me… mistress.”

It was that notion, of calling her enemy mistress that woke her up. Her mind shook itself free of the hypnotic cobwebs that Lede’s voice weaved around her.

“UGH! What’s the matter with me?” she cried, snapping out of her trance once more.

“Absolutely nothing… you’re doing fine. Just keep listening…”

“No. No. NO!” Agrias cried. The second time was more embarrassing. This couldn’t keep happening. “I’ll fight you… just… if we play fair.”

Lede let out a giggle as Celia and Agrias looked on. “Play fair? Where’s the fun in that, pretty? Teehee… Celia, what shall we ever do with her?”

What Agrias didn’t realize was that she was that her already lulled mind was all ready to completely succumb to the twin assassin's charms. She didn’t expect the twist that was coming next… a spell that normally only worked on men, but because of her suggestible and hypnotized state, would work more than sufficiently to be her final curse, her final demise and mark into servitude. Agrias had regained her senses, but after being lulled so many times her subconscious mind was completely open to the spell they were about to cast.

“Allure…” Lede chanted, as a stream of hearts enveloped Agrias, exploding around her head and causing her eyes to take on a dull pink color. The explosions filled her mind and heart with thoughts and smells of lust and sexiness. When she emerged, she seemed… different. She could still think, but her perceptions were altered. She was dazed, confused, and a little bit out of focus. In fact, Celia held out her hand for Agrias to kiss, and the knight… no, the slave, because she didn’t deserve to be called a knight anymore… was surprised at herself as, almost immediately, she slipped down on one knee, her greaves clicking against the cold hard stone as she submissively brought down her head and planted a kiss on Celia’s waiting hand. The effect of the Allure spell was to control one’s mind, and to remove inhibitions, bringing out subconscious dirty fantasies and opening one up to brainwashing and control. As a result, Agrias let go. Her purity didn’t matter anymore in light of the wonderful chance to realize her deepest, most intimate fantasies. It was a privilege to kiss the hand of an assassin so charming, so beautiful, her spellbound mind thought. Celia let out a giggle, raising her hand to her lips in a sigh afterwards. This was a wonderful little conquest.

She chanted “Allure” again as Agrias was filled with a wonderful warmth. The spell took a deeper effect, and Agrias bent down more and began to kiss the hand constantly in abject adoration. Lede looked down at her part with love, part with victory, and part with a form of contempt at her submission.

“You can’t be a Holy Knight anymore, Agrias. Not after this,” she teased.

“Mmmmm…” she moaned. A part of her mind was still fighting, though. Yes she could… she just had to…

“No you can’t,” Celia teased in unison, reading the resistance in her mind and doing what she could to quell it.

“Uhhhhhhh…” Agrias was so confused. Her whole quest, everything, seemed so meaningless now. What did she have to do again? It was all a blur… these wonderful ladies were telling her things so sweet…

“Wait, I can… I’m a Holy Knight…”

“No, you cannot be a Holy Knight,” said Lede, “I said this already… it’s logically inconsistent. It’s impossible for you… you cannot, you can’t. You’re done, the class is beyond your grasp.”

“Buttt…. What about…?”

“Let me illustrate, silly Agrias. What if Meliadoul wanted to become a Time Mage? Well, she can’t because she doesn’t have the prerequisite… now… you, my dear…”

“Wh…” Agrias stammered.

Lede approached her and traced a heart on her lips as Celia stared on. Agrias’ mind was such a pink haze. Lede continued, “Your desired class of ‘Holy Knight’ requires free will. I’m not sure you have much of that anymore. Do you? Aww…. I guess you don’t. Pity.”

She gave Agrias a kiss on the cheek. It was hopeless now.

“But, you can be a new class with us.” Lede looked on. There was a glance of hope from Agrias.

“…really?” her brainwashed mind replied.

“…It’s called ‘slave,’” she continued.

Yes. That was like music to her… the class of slave, where she could listen to these beautiful women, fall under their Allure

“Just say it… change your class to slave…” echoed Celia.

Agrias hesitated. But Celia bent down and kissed her forehead, and brought her breasts in front of Agrias, who closed her eyes and began to lose all inhibitions and suckle the pert, erect tip. “Good girl” cooed the assassin, and after about a minute as Agrias lost herself, she withdrew and said, “Now, tell me what your new class is…”

She hesitated for a moment. But one more kiss from Celia was all it took to wipe away any notion of that hesitation. She paused once more, for the last time, for everything now would be a quick reaction, one of servitude and immediate obedience.

"I... I... change my class... to slave..."

"Good, good girl," purred Celia, grinning mischeviously while Lede stood behind her licking her lips. Lede held in her hands a metal collar, dangling it teasingly. It was heavy and made a very rustic sound in her deft fingers.

"You're now a Level 1 Slave," said Lede, approaching her and fastening the collar on her neck. As she locked it in place, the new slave moaned. She took a step back and looked on adoringly.

"Uhhhh..." Agrias gazed down defeated. The new collar glistened and seemed to fit her so well now. She would do wonderfully in this class, as the property of Celia and Lede, marked now forever with her new equipment.

“Strip yourself of that silly equipment. You will never… ever need it again,” Lede commanded. Agrias quickly obeyed, taking off her Golden plate, revealing sweat-and juice-soaked skin. Her pussy was very wet from the sheer submission as she rubbed her thighs together, the Shadow Stitch wearing off… and at just the right time too.

They approached her naked body. Celia circled her naked body that glistened with sweat, nipples erect from the sight of the beautiful assassins. Losing her control as they said “Worship us, slave,” in unison, she darted forward at the shaved pussy of Celia, beginning to ravish the beautiful assassin’s clit with her tongue like a good slave. Her eyes were completely glazed over- she was enslaved, brainwashed, turned into a petty sex slave to be used and fucked over and over by these dashing assassins. Lede mounted the back of Agrias, rubbing her breasts against her neck and running her fingers through her hair, shoving her deeper and deeper into her fellow assassin’s pussy, forcing her to submissively lick juices and eventually drive her tongue in. Agrias closed her eyes as she tasted the strong and overpowering juices of her assassin mistress and wrapped her hands tight around her ass.

“You taste so wonderful…” whispered the former knight, the new slave, breaking away momentarily to lick her lips with the taste that grew more and more addictive.

“Quiet,” commanded Celia, “’Talking’ is not a job skill of your class. You can only learn tit sucking, pussy fucking, licking, kissing, kinky sex, and servitude. But not talking, or having independent thoughts…”

“Keep sucking me… and listen to the sound of my voice. The sweet sound of my voice, soaking into your mind like a sponge… open to us completely. You are our completely hypnotized Level 1 slave…”

“Yessss Celia…” thought Agrias, wiping the notion of having independent thoughts from her mind. She resumed the sucking as Lede pushed her in from behind. In the meantime, Lede’s fingers brought herself to her pussy and her own as well, so all three could be pleasured. When the contact of the heavenly assassin’s nimble hands touched her special region, a jolt of pleasurable surprise surged through her body. She began to rock her hips in rhythm to the clitoral touches of Lede, who smiled seeing the effects she was having on the former heroine.

The duo pushed her over and away from Celia’s pussy after a while, as they danced along to one another’s rhythm. Then, Celia bent over and began to run her fingers up and down Agrias’ hot, sweating thighs and darted into her pussy, ravishing her tongue to and fro to her own beat as she pumped in and out forcefully. Agrais spread her legs almost immediately as she fell back, caught in the hands of Lede who leaned forward and began to pinch and twirl the tips of her pert nipples with her fingers. Agrais moaned and then screamed as the dual stimulation of the nipple teasing and rotating, as well as the pussy pumping totally overcame her mind. If she wasn’t completely brainwashed before, she certainly was before. “Yessss….. lose everything, Agrias, lose yourself,” commanded Lede. Agrias blushed. This attention from her mistresses was so beautiful, so wonderful. She had lost herself a long time ago… “Keep letting go. You’re no longer anything, you’re nothing except our slave, our nice obedient slave. Good… that’s nice, just give in to us, our touches…”

She kept rocking in rhythm, her face contorted in the agony of teasing and pleasure as she moaned with each pump. She let out a high-pitched sigh each time Celia invaded her with her tongue as she danced over her body with her hands. The collar she wore jingled against her neck, and Lede looked down adoringly at the results of her teasing handiwork, Agrias’ nipples sticking out further than she’d ever seen a girl’s before… even more than Celia when the two of them would “practice” their love and lust techniques on each other. She bent down and kissed Agrias on the lips. Unlike a while before when Agrias flinched when she was still under the Shadow Stitch spell, Agrias let go and completely gave into the kiss, sexily shoving her tongue into the assassin’s mouth and moaning and licking. After a minute or so they broke the kiss as Agrias began to feel it… throbs. Deep throbs in response to Celia’s invasion and the pleasure assaulting every pore of her body, of the deep found lust of giving into her deepest fantasies and finally letting go of everything she ever believed in or fought for. They grew stronger and more rhythmic as she began to rock in rhythm with the throbbing, shutting her eyes and realizing what was coming.

”Cum for me… silly slave…” whispered Lede into her ear. “Yes” she thought. But “yes” was virtually her only thought to everything. Her answer to everything. She was controlled, she was theirs, and she was brainwashed. She rocked more and more as the throbbing grew stronger. She was going to cum, she was going to lose it all. And at that point, she would be there’s forever. Celia continued to massage her slave as Lede resumed the nipple teasing and constant kissing of her lips, ears, and breathing hot breath all over her. Every one of Agrias’ senses was on overload. Her taste buds were completely lost in the overpowering aftertaste of Celia’s juices… her sense of smell was gone to the womanly aroma and Celia and Lede’s perfume. Her touch was assailed by their constant kisses, licked, fucks and caresses, while she heard nothing but suckles, moans, pops and breathy sighs. Lastly, the sight in front of her was of two naked, sexy and voluptuous assassins who she tried to fought before, but was now serving. She was ready to serve them to the next level. She was ready to cum.

Agrias rocked harder and harder until she completely exploded, just as the two wanted. Her eyes rolled back as she screamed louder than she ever had before, louder than any battle cry had brought her in the past. Her passion was stronger than anything she had ever believed as Celia and Lede looked at each other victoriously, ravishing and goading in their conquest. Agrias was no more, she was done, as the collar around her neck had already indicated… but as Agrias came, she began to sweat and moan profusely, and with every throb of her rock-shattering orgasm she let out a fast-paced sigh as her heartrate shot almost as high as her max HP. She took minutes to finally recover as she slowed down over time, shaking and breathing steadily as Celia and Lede continued to caress the naked body of their slave. Agrias the former Holy Knight opened her eyes, and they were blank. Completely blank. She looked up, and greeted Celia with a passionate kiss on the lips… same with Lede, as the three of them lay in a puddle of juices and womanly aromas on the floor of Limberry castle. What a fitting end for so powerful a knight…

Later…

Meliadoul came into the room… “everybody left already, just checking up on you… AGRIAS!!!!” she screamed, seeing the new slave naked in front of Celia and Lede, spent and still licking and worshipping with the little energy she had left. But it was too late for her too. In the moment that she stood, shocked, it spelled her doom. With the words “Shadow Stitch,” her fate was sealed as her clothes were promptly torn off her and with a few hours conditioning became an obedient, pussy-licking slave along with Agrias. They thought her Shellbust “Stab” could be used for some kinky things, anyway. Celia and Lede sat victorious as they knew they had ensured a little harem of their own, having two willing, serving, brainwashed fuck-slaves with them until the end of their days.

-fin.