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It was supposed to be but a one-shot, yet ideas came and we wanted to do more...but we knew it couldn't be eternal and we decided to end on a high note. The secret behind the gems, the fate of the resistance and so forth is shown here. We had a lot of fun writing that one and I hope you all enjoyed the ride.
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THE EMPRESS STRIKES BACK
“A year ago I had a vision, a revelation. It was something important to me, a personal project that some considered to be impossible. Today I can finally assure you that I, Rouge, your hypnotic and powerful mistress, finally achieved that dream. I’m thankful for my group of slaves, all of you were important in my life and we will be together, now and forever. Long live the reign of your hypnotic mistress!”
Rouge said before commanding the special group of slaves currently present to drink. All felt honored by just being invited to this unique event and were more happy to see that their mistress considered them important. Everyone that was part of the “Tra-anh-ce group” were there, not only the special groups like her Harem Squad or the Chaotix, but also her second-in-command, her royal guards and of course Silver and Sticks, her butler and maid who were invited as guests and not as part of their regular jobs.
Closer to Rouge were two chairs, for the slaves that she considered the most valuable to her. In one was Sonic, her own personal favorite slave, a former hero who was nothing more than a toy for her these days. She danced for him, made him enjoy her belly to the point of addiction and even had some more personal times together. He was a good slave and while the alluring bat liked him, she still couldn’t stop thinking about the other slave who should be sitting in that other chair: Tangle.
Looking at the empty seat, she could only think about the former leader of her Harem Squad, the only one that presented herself with enough abilities to be almost up to par with her own belly dancer skills. The reason for her not being there wasn’t related to self-control, as in reality someone else took her out of the hypnotic dream. Two months ago, right after defeating the last Resistance group and turning the hostages into her loyal slaves, the last rebel escaped. Her name was Whisper, a wolf that was shy but also clever, as she found a way to escape and had possibly found a way to defeat Rouge. She traveled to a lot of places, making her capture a challenge in its own right. To be sure that the wolf would have no success, that she’d be caught and added to her own ranks, she sent Tangle to capture her…but the plan backfired.
Whisper had acquired the “Dah-zeh” gem, one that also granted the same kind of powers to the user. From what she knew, The two gals had a belly dance duel and while Tangle did her best, the wolf gal ended up as the winner of their confrontation. With her friend no longer under trance, the two got away from the place where the gem was found. All of this was told to her by her spy, one who was at this reunion, Espio.
“They will come back, I just need to be patient,” Rouge said to herself, sipping from her glass as she observed the festivities. She was tired of waiting for the duo to inevitably come to confront her, but the alluring bat was aware that if she was patient then she would receive more than she could imagine, that everything would be going according to plan. Not wanting those thoughts and her current lack of patience ruin the event, Rouge decided to leave it behind before continue with the evening, starting with taking with Sonic, her favorite slave. “Remember, my dear. Once this is over, you and I will have some quality time together. I will dance for you and then you’ll kiss my belly. Maybe even after that we could…enjoy some private time together.”
As the former hero started to smile, imagining the time he would get with his dear mistress after the celebration, Rouge decided to proceed with her other “guests. She might be a ruler, but she always treated her slaves with respect and ever shared some of her opulence, time and counsel to them whenever she could. Wealth amassed and not shared with those beneath, not used to their full potential, was wealth wasted.
While that group was enjoying that moment, in a secluded house in the city there were two survivors that hoped to change everything: Whisper and Tangle. After two months hiding and trying to come up with an idea on how to save everyone, the wolf and lemur arrived at the city where the Rouge’s current palace could be found. They felt lucky that no one saw them, but still weren't sure if she was waiting for them or not, if they could outplay her. During that time Whisper had the opportunity to practice with her new abilities. She didn’t like it, but she used Tangle as her test subject, dancing and hypnotizing her so she could go deeper into trance. There were two main reasons why the wolf gal did that. Tangle usually would react badly to their own situation and the dance would put her in a deep and calm state of trance. Being aware of what she had done in the past was not the best kind of train-of-thought, thus trances helped with that. The other reason was that with her hypnotic dance she could know some important information that might help them with their plan.
During these inductions, Whisper discovered some important details, from a secret passage to Rouge’s palace to how she and Sonic got taken by Rouge. There were also other things she wanted to know, but it looked like the memories when she was the leader of the Harem Squad were in a deeper place. Whisper also didn’t want to go deeper, out of fear of both making Tangle remember those bad moments and because she didn’t want to get corrupted by the “Dah-Zeh” gem. She still wasn’t sure if it would have the same effects, but the wolf-gal wasn’t taking any chances given what had happened to Rouge. “You can sleep now, let your mind and body go into a deep slumber. Nothing bad will happen, you can safely rest,” Whisper said before finishing her routine with a few shimmies. As Tangle smiled goofily she started to close her eyes, not caring about anything else but the dance of her pretty friend.
After Tangle closed her eyes and dozed off, Whisper took the gem out of her belly and carried her friend to a nearby bed. The wolf-gal still felt guilty for doing this to her and hoped that after they saved everyone she could repay her for that. “You might be our only hope, but…I’m still not sure if everything will go as planned. And why do I have these ideas…one of a sumptuous palace and another of a wish-granting genie. Either I’m going crazy or this gem is trying to tell me something…” Whisper said to herself while looking at the pretty gem, the one that might just give them a fighting chance. There were a lot of things on her mind, she wanted to take her time to find the meaning behind them, but the wolf-gal had more important matters to think about. Tomorrow was the day she and Tangle would infiltrate the palace and save everyone, and with the information she received Whisper knew what to do. “Please...we need to save everyone…” Whisper said to the precious stone before putting the gem in a compartiment of her belt, removing the gem making the bedlah disappear and her body turn back to normal.
The next day, the two heroes went to one of the buildings that had a secret passage. Like the first time, Tangle went to the building that used to be an ice-cream shop. “Kinda strange that this place was left abandoned even after all this time,” the lemur-gal wondered before opening the secret passage, the one she had used prior during her first attempt with Sonic. Walking around the place made Tangle have flashbacks of what happened, and how that was the last time she saw him, both acting like heroes that were supposed to stop Rouge and save the day. As they walked, Whisper kept reassuring her that she would save everyone, that this time they were more prepared and had what it would take. She said this not only to reassure her friend…but herself as well.
One thing that neither Tangle nor Sonic took into consideration was that it wasn’t the only secret passage. While the main one was actually for the basement of the palace, there were a few others. “This path goes to the basement, and if my memory recall, that other path goes to a closer office,” Whisper said while pointing at the path behind her. All of it came from her time as the leader of the Harem Squad, reminiscing about this not being the most pleasant of experience for the lemur. Before going in the direction they agreed on, Whisper had to calm Tangle. She was scared and felt that something bad was going to happen to her, as if they were on the precipice of an upcoming tragedy. Even if they didn’t have a lot of time, Whisper let her friend take the minutes she needed so she could be prepared mentally as it was already difficult for her. Understanding that she needed to be strong, Tangle took a deep breath and opened the bag she had with her, which had the old harem outfit she used to sport. The day she was freed from the trance she took off her outfit and swore to never use it again, but it was an important detail in their plan. Tangle quickly changed into her harem outfit, and while she was uncomfortable, she knew it was necessary.
“Go to the basement, Rouge might be expecting you to go there like last time. If you do see her, try to buy us a few moments, fool her and protect yourself from the Tra-anh-ce gem by closing your eyes. That way she won’t see if you still have the spirals or no,.” Whisper commanded, but before they went in different directions, she hugged her friend tightly and assured her that things would go well for them. While she looked at her friend going in the opposite direction, Whisper quickly ran into the other passage. Before opening the door, she took the Dah-Zeh gem out of the compartiment. “Well, this is it. Let’s hope you help us…” the wolf-gal said before putting the gem in her belly, making her clothes change into that extravagant bedlah and her body turn up with new proportions. She was ready, during those two months she prepared mentally, practiced a lot and even got a plan that looked as infallible as it could get. Not wanting to leave her friend on her own for too long, Whisper opened the door and went inside the room that Tangle had spoken about during one of her trances. It was a supplement closet, the door was disguised as a pile of boxes. Before going out, Whisper had to be sure that it wasn’t an illusion or a trick. She could see that the boxes and other elements around the place were as real as her, meaning that she was alone. Now that she finally infiltrated the palace, Whisper was ready to stop Rouge’s reign.
Carefully, she went out of the room and made her way to the basement. Whisper couldn’t run or make any loud noises, for someone there might see and try to capture her. As she went sneaking stealthily, she could see that some slaves were walking around the place, making her hide behind a nearby statue depicting the hypnotic mistress herself. The thing that surprised her the most was the identity of the slave that passed by. “Breezie? Oh no, don’t tell me she turned you into a Harem Squad member too…I’m sorry for taking so long, this will end soon, I promise…” Whisper said to herself, feeling guilty for what happened to the former leader of the last resistance group. Yet it was not the right moment to lament, not wanting to waste her time lamenting the outcome of that terrible night, Whisper stopped hiding and went in direction to the basement when Breezie was far away from her own position. She expected the door that Tangle had mentioned to be closed, yet saw that it was open instead, making her realize that someone else might be in there.
As Whisper tried to silently sneak in, a faint chuckle was heard as the wolf-gal could hear someone talk to another, a tone that she recognized all too well. “Congratulations, my dear Tangle…your bravery knows no bounds,” Rouge said as she paced herself around a figure that Whisper knew all too well: Tangle. Roped and somehow captured by either the bat herself or members of the Harem Squad, the lemur was helpless and yet not entirely done for yet. Coming closer, Whisper could see that Tangle was with her eyes closed. While she waited, hidden from the one who would be mistress to all, she needed to wait until Rouge put her guard down, meaning that she still had to let the alluring bat continue with her interrogation if only to wait for the proper moment to strike.
“I have to admit that even though I don't know the extent to which my gem is capable of exerting my power, I do want to find out for myself. After all, who’s to say you aren’t still entirely devoted to me?” Rouge stated, being surprised by the lack of answer coming from Tangle. Whisper just needed to let her ask more questions, to position herself carefully and then everything would be done. Getting the Tra-Ahn-Ce gem out of that navel, freeing Rouge from its corrupt influence…but what she wasn’t aware of was this approach and her patience would end up being problems for her plans. “Let’s try something very simple…why don't you open your eyes? I’m still your mistress after all, so I’m giving you both the permission and privilege to wake up and let me take care of you.”
“Oh no!” Whisper stated, almost saying it out loud. What indeed if Tangle still had deep subconscious submission for Rouge, hopelessly still enthralled to her will? Luckily for her, the alluring bat didn’t hear this small exclamation, instead concentrating on Tangle, who tried to keep her composure and not blow her cover. The lemur gal remained quiet with her eyes closed as she tried to come up with an excuse but it was difficult to come up with something on the spot. While she struggled, Rouge looked calm, as if…she knew more than she let on.
“Come on, I know you want to wake up and take a look at your mistress. I remember all those times where you fixed your eyes onto my belly~” the alluring bat teased, her voice a little suave and mischievous. Those words had an impact on Tangle, as the mention of the midriff of her former mistress made her remember all those moments, being one of her personal favorites the time she was hypnotized by that part of her which she had tasted many times over. Tangle started to tremble, the more she tried to keep herself calm the more she thought about that sweet abdomen. It wasn’t the right time yet, but Whisper had to act now as her friend was obviously struggling. Before she could get close to Rouge, the pretty bat walked closer to Tangle. There was another difficult choice, following Rouge and surprising her from behind, even though she still didn't have her guard down, or wait until she got distracted and used her own abilities.
“Don’t be afraid, your mistress is not angry at you. On the contrary, I missed you so much, and the only thing I want to give you is a reward,” Rouge said, as her voice dripped with seduction and domination. Tangle kept telling herself to be strong, not only for herself but for Whisper and their friends. “You were always one of my favorite slaves, my own pretty little lemur.”
Hearing the last phrase made Tangle go deeper into memory lane, she called her that during their first meeting and usually she would say it when Rouge danced for her. She just couldn’t take it anymore, as the lemur gal doomed herself by opening her eyes, revealing that she no longer had the spirals within them…though their return would be only a matter of time if Rouge had her say.
“I can see your pretty eyes, but the spirals are nowhere to be seen. It is, of course, not an issue. I can fix that~”Rouge said before giggling, being aware of the outcome of the situation. She started to sway her hips slowly, going from one side to the other. Now that she had her eyes open, Tangle followed the movement, fixing her gaze into the gem that once took her mind and will. Whisper knew she had to act, it was a risky move but at that point she needed to do something. Yet something strange occurred as even though she knew that she had to act…the rump of that admittedly gorgeous bat did sway as well and provided her with an unfortunate distraction. Even without the gem it seemed to be mesmerizing, that generous booty wrapped in this daring ensemble of hers. Yet as she began to stare, a voice began to resonate in her mind.
“Focus. The fate of the world depends on you.”
As this mysterious voice made Whisper snap out of it, Tangle got on her knees, wanting to take a closer look at the belly of the alluring bat. “I’m…sorry mistress…I did wrong…by leaving…I’m nothing without…your power and control over me…please forgive me…I love being your slave…” Tangle said while kissing the tantalizing tummy of her mistress. She felt regret for leaving her, she had committed blasphemy and craved for forgiveness. Rouge wasn’t angry at her, she assured her that by petting her head and hair. Whatever resistance Tangle might have thought she had in her was all but gone in a few instants.
“It’s fine, my pretty little lemur. Your mistress isn’t angry, on the contrary, I’m glad you came back. Later you’ll get more of this, in fact your room is already prepared. But before we enjoy our time together, I need one thing from you. Just like old times, you know what to do~” Rouge said in a calm voice, one that gave Tangle back her confidence and certainty. She wasn’t feeling sad anymore, happy that such a nice mistress like Rouge gave her a second chance. As she didn’t want to disappoint her again, the lemur gal was ready to obey, spirals back in her eyes and a huge smile on her face.
“Yes, mistress!” Tangle stated, wanting to please her so badly. Standing up, Tangle used her tail and extended it so that she’d catch Whisper as she approached. Had the wolf gal not being slightly dazed and seduced by Rouge’s rear, she might have changed the entire fate of Mobius and her friends, yet her ally had returned to her Harem Squad ways as that tail then wrapped itself around her, pinning her arms to the side and then lifting her up from the ground. This made it so Whisper was helpless, unable to move either forward or away, entirely at the mercy of both Rouge and Tangle.
“You really had no idea what was actually happening, didn’t you?” Rouge asked, chuckling as she found the whole situation particularly amusing. The reason why Tangle had been easily taken by the newfound powers of Whisper had a simple explanation: Rouge commanded her to fall for them. If the Dah-Zeh was found, then there was a failsafe for Tangle to indeed “surrender and submit” to its powers. She expected Whisper to come to her, to try and vanquish her and so she’d need Tangle as a sleeper agent in that eventuality. While the lemur gal got taken easily, Rouge was surprised that Whisper’s own dancing abilities were almost up to par with her given that Tangle did show some resistance to her own induction, an unplanned event. Now that the two gals were where she wanted, the alluring bat could take back her favorite girl and also enslave the last member of the resistance. The victory was close and she could taste it…yet what she wanted in truth was to savor it to its fullest.
“Let me go!” Whisper said, struggling and yet Tangle did not obey that suggestion, taken back into the clutch of Rouge’s mental control. Those spirals from way back had their holds on her, a symbol of her devotion and obedience to the corrupt bat as Tangle went on to wrap her tail furthermore around Whisper as a response to that demand. “Don’t you see that you’re being controlled, completely twisted by that gem?”
“Neither can hear you, little Whisper…not Tangle and certainly not Rouge~” the hypnotic mistress went on to say, a thin and devious little smile on her face as she approached and made it so Tangle would bring her latest captive closer to her. She went on to caress the Tra-Ahn-Ce gem with a light touch of two fingers, making it dazzle a little as she chuckled softly. “But you knew that quite well already, didn’t you…Shahra?”
“W-who?” Whisper answered back, that name completely strange and unheard of before…yet she felt a tingle inside her own navel as one loop of that lemur tail coiled around her went on to budge to reveal the wolf gal’s midriff. The white and black gem seemed to respond, glowing as Whisper was merely confused by all of this.
“I wasn’t talking to you…but you may as well hear the whole story, if only so that someone might know my true might and genius for a final time~” Rouge said as she clapped her hands twice, making it so Sonic of all people went on to bring her a cushion to sit upon…which she then made levitate with a display of magical powers that none ever suspected Rouge to ever possess. “You see, the gem within your navel houses a djinn…or a genie if you prefer that boorish term. Her name is Shahra and she is bound to stop me, has been ever since I escaped the world of that book…The Arabian Nights.”
Seeing that Sonic waited beside her on his knees, a subservient and silent slave, Whisper wanted to shout and to tell him to wake up, to be the hero he had always been…yet one loop around Whisper’s own mouth put a stop to that before it ever happened. The lemur then went on to assume the same position, opposite in side to the hedgehog, yet still carefully making certain that Whisper was still a captive.
“Now do be silent when I tell my tale, girl. It is rude to interrupt,” Rouge said, her words telling she was insulted, yet her expression spoke of amusement instead. There was a glow to her, different from prior as she then brought one hand to her lips and then blew a kiss which turned into an incredible amount of smoke behaving in serpentine fashion, invading the room. Soon it invaded Sonic and Tangle’s nostrils and mouth, bringing them ecstasy as their eyes rolled backward as quite a few of those gaseous snakes did the same to Whisper…whether she wanted to or not. “And let me tell the tale of the one known as Morgiana.”
A vision was shared by all, shaped by the power of the one who created it as a being very much like Rouge, down to the species and look. A pretty gal, one who was standing within a village straight from a Middle-Eastern folk tale. “Morgiana was a wise, smart and beautiful woman who wanted what she always did deserve: more. Her own skills and smarts gave her access to many things…yet never enough for what she was truly worth,” a voice could be heard, that of Rouge and yet they all knew who was really talking: Morgiana herself. As they saw many people being completely smitten and devoted to her, this bat was not content in the slightest. “Her chance went up when she heard of the treasure that a certain Ali Baba had found, one owned by forty thieves. As she wanted it all for herself, she introduced himself to her and then turned him into a slave to her beauty and her dominance, hypnotizing him with secret techniques of her own so that people would believe that she had been bought as a slave…when in reality she was the mistress in the situation.”
A Tails look-alike then had rings inside his own eyes, spirals as Rouge danced and brought him under her power as she tried to make him tell the location of the treasure…yet instead was interrupted by the thieves breaking in. “About to get what she truly had earned, the miscreants themselves went on to try and kill Ali Baba to keep their secrets…yet hadn’t entirely counted on Morgiana’s presence. Their mistake proved an opportunity for her, as she then enthralled them and made them all tell of where the cave could be located, in which such opulence could be found. On the way, she went on to sway and induct the thieves and their leader herself, effectively becoming their leader.”
Morgiana then rested and was pampered by the thieves and Ali Baba, each one of them showing spirals and hopelessly trapped within trances of her own design. “To protect herself and give herself more opportunities for vaster riches, she built wholecloth a tale in which she was the dutiful and honorable slave fending off those thieves and protecting her master, ending up married with the man himself…thus the story was spread and became official despite it being a lie. Fate, however, had a different design for her.”
On the pile of coins, gems and other golden items laid a bottle of a most sumptuous design, of brass and jewelry. The bat picked it up and then uncorked it…only to be sucked inside in a torrent of magic and smoke. “Inside her own newly-claimed possessions was a bottle, one she thought housed perhaps some fine and exotic wine…yet it was enchanted and waiting for someone to belong to it instead. It found Morgiana and as capable as she was…she was no magician. Thus she was changed into a djinn…yet the story does not end here and there.”
The transformed Morgiana, smoke tail and splendor added, was subservient for half-a-second until Ali Baba seemed to speak and then she was back to her vivacity and cunning tricks. “A choice set of words from her slave brought her out of blind obedience and then she had powerful magic at her disposal, immortality and eternal youth…the ultimate prizes. Content so far, she added to her slaves and to her treasury, refusing the offer to get out of the book and assist Erazor Djinn when he spoke to her…yet the sight of a great treasure brought her to new designs when she saw him…the legendary blue hedgehog.”
Seeing Sonic as the hero who saved the Arabian Nights along with a minor djinn, Shahra, Morgiana’s gaze grew hungry and greedy, a challenge offered to her. “Seeing that he had bested Erazor and that he might just be the greatest slave that she could claim, Morgiana set out to own him no matter what. With this Sonic out of the picture and with Shahra too weak to effectively fight her, she found a way to escape the bounds of the book and then wound herself into a receptacle, the only way to essentially cross the domains of fiction into reality…thus she housed herself in the Tra-Ahn-Ce gem.”
Things went on quickly then, images of Rouge claiming the gem, being utterly ensorceled by it and then wearing it, only for Morgiana to possess her and start her campaign of enslaving the whole of Mobius…all revealed for them to behold. “She got everything she wanted…yet knew that Shahra would try to stop her and thus much like the tale of the Tra-Ahn-Ce gem was brought into the mind of mortals…so did the legend of the Dah-Zeh gem, the one housing the one once a ring genie.”
The story, the flashbacks, all of it ceased right here and then as Whisper, Tangle and Sonic were brought back to reality. Thus the truth was shared, that Rouge was essentially housing the spirit of her Arabian Nights counterpart, the woman known as Morgiana. Shahra was the one who tried to stop her, empowering Whisper and using the same methods to free and bring more people to her side…yet she had failed.
“And now you know…but worry not, during those two months in which you prepared, so did I…and I have a surprise for you, my dearest Shahra~” Rouge, or rather Morgiana, went on to proclaim as Tangle brought her closer, only for the genie-possessed bat to clap her hands twice and produce a magic lamp that rested upon the palm of one hand. It was golden, mystically-charged and inscribed with plenty of runes on its surface. “You are quite a treasure as well…and I’d rather have you alongside the legendary blue hedgehog~”
Rouge moved her other hand and effortlessly pulled out the Dah-Zeh gem from Whisper’s own navel. Even though it seemed to extend considerable effort to stay in there, as if trying to fuse with the wolf’s flesh itself, it amounted to naught as the gem pulsated upon the bat’s hand, only to be then affixed to the magic lamp itself. The runes began to activate themselves, turning into spirals that seemed to converge toward the precious stone itself. Everyone observed the phenomenon, somewhat transfixed by this surreal event as the runes then merged into a singular spiral which seeped inside the Dah-Zeh gem itself. Seeing this manifest, the bat then went on to rub the lamp as she chuckled in satisfaction.
“Come forth, new genie of the lamp. Unleash your new form and power as I claim ownership of your mind, body and soul. Obey me, your immortal and eternal mistress, Morgiana!” she said, making a show out of it as a lavender, brown, white and light pink cloud of smoke was released from the spout. A new genie unleashed, none could help themselves but stare at her, a human-looking gal with proportions that were out of this world, both literally and figuratively. With a top ponytail bent upward and forward, a lavender top which showcased a brown and smooth skin, cleavage and all, a perfectly-luscious and flat stomach and a plethora of gems, what struck even more as important were her smile and those swirling eyes, a symbol of her hypnotic trance and submission to the owner of her lamp. “I have granted you one of your deepest wish: more power to better serve and assist. From ring to lamp you are bound now, thus your gratitude I deserve more than anyone. You are my slave, my toy…and you shall rejoice with this. Now bow and kneel before me, oh mighty Shahra.”
Witnessing the one being which had somehow granted her a fighting chance doing as she was told, even happy to do so, Whisper herself knew not how hopeless this was becoming. Yet as Tangle’s own fascination brought her focus out of whack, the sudden appearance of a beautiful and powerful genie tending to do that, the wolf was suddenly able to struggle out of that tail. Thus a succession of events went on to occur which would seal the fate of Mobius now and forevermore. Whisper rushed toward this Morgiana, sitting on a floating cushion, trying to take out this gem and free Rouge, and yet a few words would cut these efforts short.
“I wish for you to protect me from assailants by using my own methods~” Rouge said, eyeing Whisper as Shahra went on to stop the wolf in her tracks with naught effort. Immobilized, perhaps half a meter away from success, despair went on to fill Whisper’s mind…yet it would soon be altered to something else altogether.
“Worry not. I shall bring out peace and joy from my mistress to you, as per her wish~” Shahra said, Whisper recognizing that voice from prior, the one that told her to focus. A blown kiss, an immense amount of smoke and then Whisper was left in a daze, the sweetest scent invading her nostrils and mouth as she limped on and fell to her knees. “Allow me to grant you respite, purpose and ecstasy~”
The sight of Rouge and Shahra dancing together, an illusion conjured by potent magic, went on to intrude and then settle within Whisper’s psyche. It was not something she could avoid with something as simple as closing her eyes, for few mortals had complete control over their imagination and their thoughts. The genie went on to mimic moves behind the smaller bat woman, a mirror to one another as belly rolls, hip-swaying, figure-eights and many more were made manifest in the most fluid and sensual of ways. Soon an after-image of Rouge…no…Morgiana went on to appear as things turned exponential in terms of both visions and effects. Two dancers, two genies…yet four mistresses.
Whisper still wore that outfit and those new curves of hers, that look which felt odd at first and yet now…now it suited her so well. She went on to accompany this dance despite herself, unknown impulses activating her muscles and fueling her fantasies as now there were three who danced just like Morgiana. Thus then there were four wolf gals, four genies…and four goddesses. In a way, Whisper went on to see herself perform so well and unwittingly became a part of her own induction, enslaving herself to the will of the great Morgiana.
Four became eight, then eight became sixteen as Whisper felt like a spirit peeping at first…and then a precious guest being offered something exquisite. She eyed it all, even her own sumptuous body seeming entirely seductive, as if it belonged to someone else. It did, it belonged to mistress Morgiana. This realization turned her cognition into being an observer to being a slave that simply had to watch, yet also that adored this nevertheless. To obey was a privilege, an absolute boon and all of this was whispered to her in the secret djinn language. Words passed by, edicts barely heard and understood, yet assimilated all the same as sixteen became thirty-two…then sixty-four and things began to feel overwhelming, yet in the best of ways. Her view turned into a new perspective, from above as the overall pattern was revealed to her.
A spiral.
She was part of it, yet so was Shahra and Morgiana. In fact, the bat was at the epicenter of it, her own dance making it so all others converged in a grand and yet intricate pattern. She was part of the whole…and the whole was shaped, owned, created and graciously directed by none other than mistress Morgiana herself. This realization dawned on her as now Whisper was entirely trapped, enslaved within the power and control of the bat and her new genie slave as those around could only observe the smile and spirals pop up on Whisper’s face, a sign of her complete surrender.
“And so my victory is complete, as is rightful and was ordained,” Morgiana said, the cushion getting back on the ground as she got up and then admired her handiwork. The legendary blue hedgehog was hers and so was Shahra, his once-helper. The symbols of the resistance had crumbled, begging for further reeducation down the line. She had her palace, her people, her power…everything she deserved.
And she would enjoy it forevermore.
After taking care of the last rebel and the genie who tried to stop her, there was no one else in Mobius that would ever come close to being able to take down her reign. Before Morgiana, still posing as Rouge, could move on she needed to take care of her two new slaves. While going out of the basement, the alluring bat saw that everyone in the “Tra-anh-ce group” were there, all waiting to see if their mistress would come back with the last target, the one that would essentially seal the empire at its apex and for good. It was a surprise since neither of them got instructed to wait there. “They felt that something bad might have happened to their mistress, how nice of them. They are so deep into my power that at the first sign they came to see how I fared,” Morgiana said, proud about herself and her hypnotic powers, never minding telling such things out loud. Since it was more than obvious what they wanted, the alluring bat made Whisper come out of the basement, her eyes filled with spirals and carrying the lamp which housed her newest and most powerful acquisition. “Your mistress finally did it! The last rebel was taken down. Everyone, give a nice welcome to Whisper, the new member of our group!” Morgiana said, making a show of her own triumph.
With the news that she won, everyone started to cheer. Some chose to properly greet and accompany Whisper, thanking her for joining them, while others congratulated Morgiana. She decided to let them enjoy the moment before making everyone go back to work. Like usual, she had the Harem Squad, her butler and maid to help her taking care of her new slaves. There were still small cells of the resistance here and there, palaces to be built and many other elements that needed to be taken care of, after all…but the gist of it was done as far as Morgiana was concerned. Tangle and Whisper were sent to the special room, the one where Morgiana would dance for them to continue and reinforce their loyalty through various inductions. Before starting, however, she wanted to talk with Shahra, the sole true element of note that could have been a thorn in her side.
“Dear Shahra, your mistress needs your services,” Morgiana said, rubbing the lamp as the genie came out. Hearing the call of her mistress, the genie gal came out of the Dah-Zeh gem-encrusted receptacle, ready to serve her new mistress as she made a show of her new appearance and her improved power…as well as her servitude. “You did your best, and while it was fun while it lasted, you couldn’t stop me. Normally, I punish people that disobey me, but I’ll make an exception for you, since you didn’t know any better,” Morgiana said, as she looked at Shahra, who remained quiet, sporting a calm smile on her face. Just an hour ago she left her old life behind and became the newest slave of Morgiana and she wanted nothing more than to please her, to be her best and most loyal self for her new owner.
“From now on, you have no freedom. Instead, you will be my personal assistant, protector…anything I tell you to be. Your only purpose is to serve me and to grant each and every single wish I want, as my genie. Is that clear?”
Not wanting to ignore her commands, Shahra nodded her head, the signal that she was ready to serve under her new job. Now that Morgiana got what she wanted, it was her turn to give her three slaves the induction they deserved. With no more true fighters left, no more resistance that would dare try to stop her, Mobius would become a new place, the world that Morgiana had always imagined. With the help of her second-in-command and her personal genie, the alluring bat changed this whole planet into her own paradise, the domain in which she would have complete control.
The civilian slaves also got new ideas, new thoughts showered upon them. For each and every single one of them, Morgiana was their goddess. Each and every single resident pledged allegiance to the reign of the hypnotic bat, All of them wanted to show how loyal they were, and most had the same dream: Having the privilege of being part of the “Tra-Anh-Ce” group. Everyone was aware that this important selection of slaves had more benefits, but most only cared about serving their divine goddess. The important servants also had their fair share of important projects, the Harem Squad and the Royal Guards had more recruits and soon each team installed different branches around Mobius.
Once all the difficult jobs were done, which included the construction of the new palace, Morgiana was ready to give herself and the other members of the “Tra-Anh-Ce” group some quality time. Tails and Wave had spent time toiling on the architecture of the new home that their great goddess-empress would inhabit, while many others were put to work on gathering material and handling out the construction. Even though she could have Shahra do it with but a snap of her fingers, the toil of her own subjects and servants was a sweet spectacle for her eyes, one that she never grew tired of as adoration shown at length was much more satisfying than immediate gratification. They all worked hard, trying to one-up each other if only for one specific reward, one that ever made her chuckle to think was the crux of their inherent desires as slaves. It was obvious that each of them wanted to enjoy the dance of Morgiana, which was considered a high honor to witness. Since they were going to wait for a while, she commanded the main harem dancers to dance for both the slaves and for themselves, as a way of making them have a smalll reward before getting what they wanted. Some extra motivation after each individual day of work, a gesture of generosity…and a firm handling of their continuous trances.
As Morgiana thanked Amy and Blaze for being in charge of the dance and for keeping everyone entertained, she moved on to please her two most important slaves: Sonic and Tangle. Like their first night of pleasure, both were in the personal dance room of their mistress. As soon as she arrived at the room, Silver and Sticks gave them their respectives drinks to enjoy. They would drool aplenty soon enough and hydration would be paramount as both butler and maid went out with a little bow, understanding that this was meant to be a private audience.
“Just like our first time. Even after I became the supreme mistress, one of my favorite moments was your first induction. From the way Sonic admitted his feelings for me, to the way Tangle kissed my belly. That time I said there were more people to enslave and more work to do. Today, I can assure you that there will be nothing more than pleasure in your life. No more rebels, no more worries, just the opportunity of seeing me dance and to enjoy it all. And just like that night, I will dance for you two. Then, Tangle, my pretty little lemur, will show us her own dance. Finally, Sonic, my favorite slave, you will kiss our bellies until I tell you to stop. The more you kiss it, the more you will crave for more, until you are turned into nothing more than a little supplicant begging for one more smooch. Without further ado, let’s enjoy this night of pleasure~”
Before starting, Morgiana pulled out the Dah-Zeh lamp, needing the help of her personal genie. “What is your wish, mistress? Ask for anything and it shall be done” Shahra said, ready to give that divine woman whatever she wanted as she bowed with the most serene expression in the world. Looking at her two slaves and at her personal genie, it was difficult for Morgiana to choose something new, after all, she had everything she could wish for. While looking at her body, an idea came. “ I wish for the ability to put even souls into trances, so that their own adoration and worship shall become eternal~”
“Your wish is my command, mistress.”Shahra said before granting the wish of her dear mistress. A new power, a spiritual attunement was placed upon Morgiana, Rouge’s flesh somewhat being the very first thing to be affected as whatever remained of the bat, already firmly entranced and loving, was pushed past the point of no-return. The ex-genie of the ring used her newfound might with profound skills and thus it came to be that Morgiana had reached a whole new level of mastery, dominance and seduction.
“Now get ready for a pleasurable night, courtesy of your divine mistress~”Morgiana said before kissing Sonic on the lips and starting with her dance, making certain that none would ever escape her appeal whatsoever.
It took her a long time, but Morgiana got what she wanted. From loyal slaves to the complete control of the genie that tried to stop her. Looking at her two favorite slaves, their big smiles and the spirals in their eyes, this granted her immense happiness. Her new life as a ruler would be a busy one, but with all these loving slaves by her side, things ever be bright for her no matter what. Even though she was pleasuring her two favorite slaves, there was someone whom Morgiana needed to thank: Rouge. Without the bat’s adventure and greed, she wouldn't have had the chance of getting to that world. She owed her everything, from the treasures to the slaves.
And it all started with Rouge searching for a gem.
And thus both Mindtasker
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THE EMPRESS STRIKES BACK
“A year ago I had a vision, a revelation. It was something important to me, a personal project that some considered to be impossible. Today I can finally assure you that I, Rouge, your hypnotic and powerful mistress, finally achieved that dream. I’m thankful for my group of slaves, all of you were important in my life and we will be together, now and forever. Long live the reign of your hypnotic mistress!”
Rouge said before commanding the special group of slaves currently present to drink. All felt honored by just being invited to this unique event and were more happy to see that their mistress considered them important. Everyone that was part of the “Tra-anh-ce group” were there, not only the special groups like her Harem Squad or the Chaotix, but also her second-in-command, her royal guards and of course Silver and Sticks, her butler and maid who were invited as guests and not as part of their regular jobs.
Closer to Rouge were two chairs, for the slaves that she considered the most valuable to her. In one was Sonic, her own personal favorite slave, a former hero who was nothing more than a toy for her these days. She danced for him, made him enjoy her belly to the point of addiction and even had some more personal times together. He was a good slave and while the alluring bat liked him, she still couldn’t stop thinking about the other slave who should be sitting in that other chair: Tangle.
Looking at the empty seat, she could only think about the former leader of her Harem Squad, the only one that presented herself with enough abilities to be almost up to par with her own belly dancer skills. The reason for her not being there wasn’t related to self-control, as in reality someone else took her out of the hypnotic dream. Two months ago, right after defeating the last Resistance group and turning the hostages into her loyal slaves, the last rebel escaped. Her name was Whisper, a wolf that was shy but also clever, as she found a way to escape and had possibly found a way to defeat Rouge. She traveled to a lot of places, making her capture a challenge in its own right. To be sure that the wolf would have no success, that she’d be caught and added to her own ranks, she sent Tangle to capture her…but the plan backfired.
Whisper had acquired the “Dah-zeh” gem, one that also granted the same kind of powers to the user. From what she knew, The two gals had a belly dance duel and while Tangle did her best, the wolf gal ended up as the winner of their confrontation. With her friend no longer under trance, the two got away from the place where the gem was found. All of this was told to her by her spy, one who was at this reunion, Espio.
“They will come back, I just need to be patient,” Rouge said to herself, sipping from her glass as she observed the festivities. She was tired of waiting for the duo to inevitably come to confront her, but the alluring bat was aware that if she was patient then she would receive more than she could imagine, that everything would be going according to plan. Not wanting those thoughts and her current lack of patience ruin the event, Rouge decided to leave it behind before continue with the evening, starting with taking with Sonic, her favorite slave. “Remember, my dear. Once this is over, you and I will have some quality time together. I will dance for you and then you’ll kiss my belly. Maybe even after that we could…enjoy some private time together.”
As the former hero started to smile, imagining the time he would get with his dear mistress after the celebration, Rouge decided to proceed with her other “guests. She might be a ruler, but she always treated her slaves with respect and ever shared some of her opulence, time and counsel to them whenever she could. Wealth amassed and not shared with those beneath, not used to their full potential, was wealth wasted.
While that group was enjoying that moment, in a secluded house in the city there were two survivors that hoped to change everything: Whisper and Tangle. After two months hiding and trying to come up with an idea on how to save everyone, the wolf and lemur arrived at the city where the Rouge’s current palace could be found. They felt lucky that no one saw them, but still weren't sure if she was waiting for them or not, if they could outplay her. During that time Whisper had the opportunity to practice with her new abilities. She didn’t like it, but she used Tangle as her test subject, dancing and hypnotizing her so she could go deeper into trance. There were two main reasons why the wolf gal did that. Tangle usually would react badly to their own situation and the dance would put her in a deep and calm state of trance. Being aware of what she had done in the past was not the best kind of train-of-thought, thus trances helped with that. The other reason was that with her hypnotic dance she could know some important information that might help them with their plan.
During these inductions, Whisper discovered some important details, from a secret passage to Rouge’s palace to how she and Sonic got taken by Rouge. There were also other things she wanted to know, but it looked like the memories when she was the leader of the Harem Squad were in a deeper place. Whisper also didn’t want to go deeper, out of fear of both making Tangle remember those bad moments and because she didn’t want to get corrupted by the “Dah-Zeh” gem. She still wasn’t sure if it would have the same effects, but the wolf-gal wasn’t taking any chances given what had happened to Rouge. “You can sleep now, let your mind and body go into a deep slumber. Nothing bad will happen, you can safely rest,” Whisper said before finishing her routine with a few shimmies. As Tangle smiled goofily she started to close her eyes, not caring about anything else but the dance of her pretty friend.
After Tangle closed her eyes and dozed off, Whisper took the gem out of her belly and carried her friend to a nearby bed. The wolf-gal still felt guilty for doing this to her and hoped that after they saved everyone she could repay her for that. “You might be our only hope, but…I’m still not sure if everything will go as planned. And why do I have these ideas…one of a sumptuous palace and another of a wish-granting genie. Either I’m going crazy or this gem is trying to tell me something…” Whisper said to herself while looking at the pretty gem, the one that might just give them a fighting chance. There were a lot of things on her mind, she wanted to take her time to find the meaning behind them, but the wolf-gal had more important matters to think about. Tomorrow was the day she and Tangle would infiltrate the palace and save everyone, and with the information she received Whisper knew what to do. “Please...we need to save everyone…” Whisper said to the precious stone before putting the gem in a compartiment of her belt, removing the gem making the bedlah disappear and her body turn back to normal.
The next day, the two heroes went to one of the buildings that had a secret passage. Like the first time, Tangle went to the building that used to be an ice-cream shop. “Kinda strange that this place was left abandoned even after all this time,” the lemur-gal wondered before opening the secret passage, the one she had used prior during her first attempt with Sonic. Walking around the place made Tangle have flashbacks of what happened, and how that was the last time she saw him, both acting like heroes that were supposed to stop Rouge and save the day. As they walked, Whisper kept reassuring her that she would save everyone, that this time they were more prepared and had what it would take. She said this not only to reassure her friend…but herself as well.
One thing that neither Tangle nor Sonic took into consideration was that it wasn’t the only secret passage. While the main one was actually for the basement of the palace, there were a few others. “This path goes to the basement, and if my memory recall, that other path goes to a closer office,” Whisper said while pointing at the path behind her. All of it came from her time as the leader of the Harem Squad, reminiscing about this not being the most pleasant of experience for the lemur. Before going in the direction they agreed on, Whisper had to calm Tangle. She was scared and felt that something bad was going to happen to her, as if they were on the precipice of an upcoming tragedy. Even if they didn’t have a lot of time, Whisper let her friend take the minutes she needed so she could be prepared mentally as it was already difficult for her. Understanding that she needed to be strong, Tangle took a deep breath and opened the bag she had with her, which had the old harem outfit she used to sport. The day she was freed from the trance she took off her outfit and swore to never use it again, but it was an important detail in their plan. Tangle quickly changed into her harem outfit, and while she was uncomfortable, she knew it was necessary.
“Go to the basement, Rouge might be expecting you to go there like last time. If you do see her, try to buy us a few moments, fool her and protect yourself from the Tra-anh-ce gem by closing your eyes. That way she won’t see if you still have the spirals or no,.” Whisper commanded, but before they went in different directions, she hugged her friend tightly and assured her that things would go well for them. While she looked at her friend going in the opposite direction, Whisper quickly ran into the other passage. Before opening the door, she took the Dah-Zeh gem out of the compartiment. “Well, this is it. Let’s hope you help us…” the wolf-gal said before putting the gem in her belly, making her clothes change into that extravagant bedlah and her body turn up with new proportions. She was ready, during those two months she prepared mentally, practiced a lot and even got a plan that looked as infallible as it could get. Not wanting to leave her friend on her own for too long, Whisper opened the door and went inside the room that Tangle had spoken about during one of her trances. It was a supplement closet, the door was disguised as a pile of boxes. Before going out, Whisper had to be sure that it wasn’t an illusion or a trick. She could see that the boxes and other elements around the place were as real as her, meaning that she was alone. Now that she finally infiltrated the palace, Whisper was ready to stop Rouge’s reign.
Carefully, she went out of the room and made her way to the basement. Whisper couldn’t run or make any loud noises, for someone there might see and try to capture her. As she went sneaking stealthily, she could see that some slaves were walking around the place, making her hide behind a nearby statue depicting the hypnotic mistress herself. The thing that surprised her the most was the identity of the slave that passed by. “Breezie? Oh no, don’t tell me she turned you into a Harem Squad member too…I’m sorry for taking so long, this will end soon, I promise…” Whisper said to herself, feeling guilty for what happened to the former leader of the last resistance group. Yet it was not the right moment to lament, not wanting to waste her time lamenting the outcome of that terrible night, Whisper stopped hiding and went in direction to the basement when Breezie was far away from her own position. She expected the door that Tangle had mentioned to be closed, yet saw that it was open instead, making her realize that someone else might be in there.
As Whisper tried to silently sneak in, a faint chuckle was heard as the wolf-gal could hear someone talk to another, a tone that she recognized all too well. “Congratulations, my dear Tangle…your bravery knows no bounds,” Rouge said as she paced herself around a figure that Whisper knew all too well: Tangle. Roped and somehow captured by either the bat herself or members of the Harem Squad, the lemur was helpless and yet not entirely done for yet. Coming closer, Whisper could see that Tangle was with her eyes closed. While she waited, hidden from the one who would be mistress to all, she needed to wait until Rouge put her guard down, meaning that she still had to let the alluring bat continue with her interrogation if only to wait for the proper moment to strike.
“I have to admit that even though I don't know the extent to which my gem is capable of exerting my power, I do want to find out for myself. After all, who’s to say you aren’t still entirely devoted to me?” Rouge stated, being surprised by the lack of answer coming from Tangle. Whisper just needed to let her ask more questions, to position herself carefully and then everything would be done. Getting the Tra-Ahn-Ce gem out of that navel, freeing Rouge from its corrupt influence…but what she wasn’t aware of was this approach and her patience would end up being problems for her plans. “Let’s try something very simple…why don't you open your eyes? I’m still your mistress after all, so I’m giving you both the permission and privilege to wake up and let me take care of you.”
“Oh no!” Whisper stated, almost saying it out loud. What indeed if Tangle still had deep subconscious submission for Rouge, hopelessly still enthralled to her will? Luckily for her, the alluring bat didn’t hear this small exclamation, instead concentrating on Tangle, who tried to keep her composure and not blow her cover. The lemur gal remained quiet with her eyes closed as she tried to come up with an excuse but it was difficult to come up with something on the spot. While she struggled, Rouge looked calm, as if…she knew more than she let on.
“Come on, I know you want to wake up and take a look at your mistress. I remember all those times where you fixed your eyes onto my belly~” the alluring bat teased, her voice a little suave and mischievous. Those words had an impact on Tangle, as the mention of the midriff of her former mistress made her remember all those moments, being one of her personal favorites the time she was hypnotized by that part of her which she had tasted many times over. Tangle started to tremble, the more she tried to keep herself calm the more she thought about that sweet abdomen. It wasn’t the right time yet, but Whisper had to act now as her friend was obviously struggling. Before she could get close to Rouge, the pretty bat walked closer to Tangle. There was another difficult choice, following Rouge and surprising her from behind, even though she still didn't have her guard down, or wait until she got distracted and used her own abilities.
“Don’t be afraid, your mistress is not angry at you. On the contrary, I missed you so much, and the only thing I want to give you is a reward,” Rouge said, as her voice dripped with seduction and domination. Tangle kept telling herself to be strong, not only for herself but for Whisper and their friends. “You were always one of my favorite slaves, my own pretty little lemur.”
Hearing the last phrase made Tangle go deeper into memory lane, she called her that during their first meeting and usually she would say it when Rouge danced for her. She just couldn’t take it anymore, as the lemur gal doomed herself by opening her eyes, revealing that she no longer had the spirals within them…though their return would be only a matter of time if Rouge had her say.
“I can see your pretty eyes, but the spirals are nowhere to be seen. It is, of course, not an issue. I can fix that~”Rouge said before giggling, being aware of the outcome of the situation. She started to sway her hips slowly, going from one side to the other. Now that she had her eyes open, Tangle followed the movement, fixing her gaze into the gem that once took her mind and will. Whisper knew she had to act, it was a risky move but at that point she needed to do something. Yet something strange occurred as even though she knew that she had to act…the rump of that admittedly gorgeous bat did sway as well and provided her with an unfortunate distraction. Even without the gem it seemed to be mesmerizing, that generous booty wrapped in this daring ensemble of hers. Yet as she began to stare, a voice began to resonate in her mind.
“Focus. The fate of the world depends on you.”
As this mysterious voice made Whisper snap out of it, Tangle got on her knees, wanting to take a closer look at the belly of the alluring bat. “I’m…sorry mistress…I did wrong…by leaving…I’m nothing without…your power and control over me…please forgive me…I love being your slave…” Tangle said while kissing the tantalizing tummy of her mistress. She felt regret for leaving her, she had committed blasphemy and craved for forgiveness. Rouge wasn’t angry at her, she assured her that by petting her head and hair. Whatever resistance Tangle might have thought she had in her was all but gone in a few instants.
“It’s fine, my pretty little lemur. Your mistress isn’t angry, on the contrary, I’m glad you came back. Later you’ll get more of this, in fact your room is already prepared. But before we enjoy our time together, I need one thing from you. Just like old times, you know what to do~” Rouge said in a calm voice, one that gave Tangle back her confidence and certainty. She wasn’t feeling sad anymore, happy that such a nice mistress like Rouge gave her a second chance. As she didn’t want to disappoint her again, the lemur gal was ready to obey, spirals back in her eyes and a huge smile on her face.
“Yes, mistress!” Tangle stated, wanting to please her so badly. Standing up, Tangle used her tail and extended it so that she’d catch Whisper as she approached. Had the wolf gal not being slightly dazed and seduced by Rouge’s rear, she might have changed the entire fate of Mobius and her friends, yet her ally had returned to her Harem Squad ways as that tail then wrapped itself around her, pinning her arms to the side and then lifting her up from the ground. This made it so Whisper was helpless, unable to move either forward or away, entirely at the mercy of both Rouge and Tangle.
“You really had no idea what was actually happening, didn’t you?” Rouge asked, chuckling as she found the whole situation particularly amusing. The reason why Tangle had been easily taken by the newfound powers of Whisper had a simple explanation: Rouge commanded her to fall for them. If the Dah-Zeh was found, then there was a failsafe for Tangle to indeed “surrender and submit” to its powers. She expected Whisper to come to her, to try and vanquish her and so she’d need Tangle as a sleeper agent in that eventuality. While the lemur gal got taken easily, Rouge was surprised that Whisper’s own dancing abilities were almost up to par with her given that Tangle did show some resistance to her own induction, an unplanned event. Now that the two gals were where she wanted, the alluring bat could take back her favorite girl and also enslave the last member of the resistance. The victory was close and she could taste it…yet what she wanted in truth was to savor it to its fullest.
“Let me go!” Whisper said, struggling and yet Tangle did not obey that suggestion, taken back into the clutch of Rouge’s mental control. Those spirals from way back had their holds on her, a symbol of her devotion and obedience to the corrupt bat as Tangle went on to wrap her tail furthermore around Whisper as a response to that demand. “Don’t you see that you’re being controlled, completely twisted by that gem?”
“Neither can hear you, little Whisper…not Tangle and certainly not Rouge~” the hypnotic mistress went on to say, a thin and devious little smile on her face as she approached and made it so Tangle would bring her latest captive closer to her. She went on to caress the Tra-Ahn-Ce gem with a light touch of two fingers, making it dazzle a little as she chuckled softly. “But you knew that quite well already, didn’t you…Shahra?”
“W-who?” Whisper answered back, that name completely strange and unheard of before…yet she felt a tingle inside her own navel as one loop of that lemur tail coiled around her went on to budge to reveal the wolf gal’s midriff. The white and black gem seemed to respond, glowing as Whisper was merely confused by all of this.
“I wasn’t talking to you…but you may as well hear the whole story, if only so that someone might know my true might and genius for a final time~” Rouge said as she clapped her hands twice, making it so Sonic of all people went on to bring her a cushion to sit upon…which she then made levitate with a display of magical powers that none ever suspected Rouge to ever possess. “You see, the gem within your navel houses a djinn…or a genie if you prefer that boorish term. Her name is Shahra and she is bound to stop me, has been ever since I escaped the world of that book…The Arabian Nights.”
Seeing that Sonic waited beside her on his knees, a subservient and silent slave, Whisper wanted to shout and to tell him to wake up, to be the hero he had always been…yet one loop around Whisper’s own mouth put a stop to that before it ever happened. The lemur then went on to assume the same position, opposite in side to the hedgehog, yet still carefully making certain that Whisper was still a captive.
“Now do be silent when I tell my tale, girl. It is rude to interrupt,” Rouge said, her words telling she was insulted, yet her expression spoke of amusement instead. There was a glow to her, different from prior as she then brought one hand to her lips and then blew a kiss which turned into an incredible amount of smoke behaving in serpentine fashion, invading the room. Soon it invaded Sonic and Tangle’s nostrils and mouth, bringing them ecstasy as their eyes rolled backward as quite a few of those gaseous snakes did the same to Whisper…whether she wanted to or not. “And let me tell the tale of the one known as Morgiana.”
A vision was shared by all, shaped by the power of the one who created it as a being very much like Rouge, down to the species and look. A pretty gal, one who was standing within a village straight from a Middle-Eastern folk tale. “Morgiana was a wise, smart and beautiful woman who wanted what she always did deserve: more. Her own skills and smarts gave her access to many things…yet never enough for what she was truly worth,” a voice could be heard, that of Rouge and yet they all knew who was really talking: Morgiana herself. As they saw many people being completely smitten and devoted to her, this bat was not content in the slightest. “Her chance went up when she heard of the treasure that a certain Ali Baba had found, one owned by forty thieves. As she wanted it all for herself, she introduced himself to her and then turned him into a slave to her beauty and her dominance, hypnotizing him with secret techniques of her own so that people would believe that she had been bought as a slave…when in reality she was the mistress in the situation.”
A Tails look-alike then had rings inside his own eyes, spirals as Rouge danced and brought him under her power as she tried to make him tell the location of the treasure…yet instead was interrupted by the thieves breaking in. “About to get what she truly had earned, the miscreants themselves went on to try and kill Ali Baba to keep their secrets…yet hadn’t entirely counted on Morgiana’s presence. Their mistake proved an opportunity for her, as she then enthralled them and made them all tell of where the cave could be located, in which such opulence could be found. On the way, she went on to sway and induct the thieves and their leader herself, effectively becoming their leader.”
Morgiana then rested and was pampered by the thieves and Ali Baba, each one of them showing spirals and hopelessly trapped within trances of her own design. “To protect herself and give herself more opportunities for vaster riches, she built wholecloth a tale in which she was the dutiful and honorable slave fending off those thieves and protecting her master, ending up married with the man himself…thus the story was spread and became official despite it being a lie. Fate, however, had a different design for her.”
On the pile of coins, gems and other golden items laid a bottle of a most sumptuous design, of brass and jewelry. The bat picked it up and then uncorked it…only to be sucked inside in a torrent of magic and smoke. “Inside her own newly-claimed possessions was a bottle, one she thought housed perhaps some fine and exotic wine…yet it was enchanted and waiting for someone to belong to it instead. It found Morgiana and as capable as she was…she was no magician. Thus she was changed into a djinn…yet the story does not end here and there.”
The transformed Morgiana, smoke tail and splendor added, was subservient for half-a-second until Ali Baba seemed to speak and then she was back to her vivacity and cunning tricks. “A choice set of words from her slave brought her out of blind obedience and then she had powerful magic at her disposal, immortality and eternal youth…the ultimate prizes. Content so far, she added to her slaves and to her treasury, refusing the offer to get out of the book and assist Erazor Djinn when he spoke to her…yet the sight of a great treasure brought her to new designs when she saw him…the legendary blue hedgehog.”
Seeing Sonic as the hero who saved the Arabian Nights along with a minor djinn, Shahra, Morgiana’s gaze grew hungry and greedy, a challenge offered to her. “Seeing that he had bested Erazor and that he might just be the greatest slave that she could claim, Morgiana set out to own him no matter what. With this Sonic out of the picture and with Shahra too weak to effectively fight her, she found a way to escape the bounds of the book and then wound herself into a receptacle, the only way to essentially cross the domains of fiction into reality…thus she housed herself in the Tra-Ahn-Ce gem.”
Things went on quickly then, images of Rouge claiming the gem, being utterly ensorceled by it and then wearing it, only for Morgiana to possess her and start her campaign of enslaving the whole of Mobius…all revealed for them to behold. “She got everything she wanted…yet knew that Shahra would try to stop her and thus much like the tale of the Tra-Ahn-Ce gem was brought into the mind of mortals…so did the legend of the Dah-Zeh gem, the one housing the one once a ring genie.”
The story, the flashbacks, all of it ceased right here and then as Whisper, Tangle and Sonic were brought back to reality. Thus the truth was shared, that Rouge was essentially housing the spirit of her Arabian Nights counterpart, the woman known as Morgiana. Shahra was the one who tried to stop her, empowering Whisper and using the same methods to free and bring more people to her side…yet she had failed.
“And now you know…but worry not, during those two months in which you prepared, so did I…and I have a surprise for you, my dearest Shahra~” Rouge, or rather Morgiana, went on to proclaim as Tangle brought her closer, only for the genie-possessed bat to clap her hands twice and produce a magic lamp that rested upon the palm of one hand. It was golden, mystically-charged and inscribed with plenty of runes on its surface. “You are quite a treasure as well…and I’d rather have you alongside the legendary blue hedgehog~”
Rouge moved her other hand and effortlessly pulled out the Dah-Zeh gem from Whisper’s own navel. Even though it seemed to extend considerable effort to stay in there, as if trying to fuse with the wolf’s flesh itself, it amounted to naught as the gem pulsated upon the bat’s hand, only to be then affixed to the magic lamp itself. The runes began to activate themselves, turning into spirals that seemed to converge toward the precious stone itself. Everyone observed the phenomenon, somewhat transfixed by this surreal event as the runes then merged into a singular spiral which seeped inside the Dah-Zeh gem itself. Seeing this manifest, the bat then went on to rub the lamp as she chuckled in satisfaction.
“Come forth, new genie of the lamp. Unleash your new form and power as I claim ownership of your mind, body and soul. Obey me, your immortal and eternal mistress, Morgiana!” she said, making a show out of it as a lavender, brown, white and light pink cloud of smoke was released from the spout. A new genie unleashed, none could help themselves but stare at her, a human-looking gal with proportions that were out of this world, both literally and figuratively. With a top ponytail bent upward and forward, a lavender top which showcased a brown and smooth skin, cleavage and all, a perfectly-luscious and flat stomach and a plethora of gems, what struck even more as important were her smile and those swirling eyes, a symbol of her hypnotic trance and submission to the owner of her lamp. “I have granted you one of your deepest wish: more power to better serve and assist. From ring to lamp you are bound now, thus your gratitude I deserve more than anyone. You are my slave, my toy…and you shall rejoice with this. Now bow and kneel before me, oh mighty Shahra.”
Witnessing the one being which had somehow granted her a fighting chance doing as she was told, even happy to do so, Whisper herself knew not how hopeless this was becoming. Yet as Tangle’s own fascination brought her focus out of whack, the sudden appearance of a beautiful and powerful genie tending to do that, the wolf was suddenly able to struggle out of that tail. Thus a succession of events went on to occur which would seal the fate of Mobius now and forevermore. Whisper rushed toward this Morgiana, sitting on a floating cushion, trying to take out this gem and free Rouge, and yet a few words would cut these efforts short.
“I wish for you to protect me from assailants by using my own methods~” Rouge said, eyeing Whisper as Shahra went on to stop the wolf in her tracks with naught effort. Immobilized, perhaps half a meter away from success, despair went on to fill Whisper’s mind…yet it would soon be altered to something else altogether.
“Worry not. I shall bring out peace and joy from my mistress to you, as per her wish~” Shahra said, Whisper recognizing that voice from prior, the one that told her to focus. A blown kiss, an immense amount of smoke and then Whisper was left in a daze, the sweetest scent invading her nostrils and mouth as she limped on and fell to her knees. “Allow me to grant you respite, purpose and ecstasy~”
The sight of Rouge and Shahra dancing together, an illusion conjured by potent magic, went on to intrude and then settle within Whisper’s psyche. It was not something she could avoid with something as simple as closing her eyes, for few mortals had complete control over their imagination and their thoughts. The genie went on to mimic moves behind the smaller bat woman, a mirror to one another as belly rolls, hip-swaying, figure-eights and many more were made manifest in the most fluid and sensual of ways. Soon an after-image of Rouge…no…Morgiana went on to appear as things turned exponential in terms of both visions and effects. Two dancers, two genies…yet four mistresses.
Whisper still wore that outfit and those new curves of hers, that look which felt odd at first and yet now…now it suited her so well. She went on to accompany this dance despite herself, unknown impulses activating her muscles and fueling her fantasies as now there were three who danced just like Morgiana. Thus then there were four wolf gals, four genies…and four goddesses. In a way, Whisper went on to see herself perform so well and unwittingly became a part of her own induction, enslaving herself to the will of the great Morgiana.
Four became eight, then eight became sixteen as Whisper felt like a spirit peeping at first…and then a precious guest being offered something exquisite. She eyed it all, even her own sumptuous body seeming entirely seductive, as if it belonged to someone else. It did, it belonged to mistress Morgiana. This realization turned her cognition into being an observer to being a slave that simply had to watch, yet also that adored this nevertheless. To obey was a privilege, an absolute boon and all of this was whispered to her in the secret djinn language. Words passed by, edicts barely heard and understood, yet assimilated all the same as sixteen became thirty-two…then sixty-four and things began to feel overwhelming, yet in the best of ways. Her view turned into a new perspective, from above as the overall pattern was revealed to her.
A spiral.
She was part of it, yet so was Shahra and Morgiana. In fact, the bat was at the epicenter of it, her own dance making it so all others converged in a grand and yet intricate pattern. She was part of the whole…and the whole was shaped, owned, created and graciously directed by none other than mistress Morgiana herself. This realization dawned on her as now Whisper was entirely trapped, enslaved within the power and control of the bat and her new genie slave as those around could only observe the smile and spirals pop up on Whisper’s face, a sign of her complete surrender.
“And so my victory is complete, as is rightful and was ordained,” Morgiana said, the cushion getting back on the ground as she got up and then admired her handiwork. The legendary blue hedgehog was hers and so was Shahra, his once-helper. The symbols of the resistance had crumbled, begging for further reeducation down the line. She had her palace, her people, her power…everything she deserved.
And she would enjoy it forevermore.
After taking care of the last rebel and the genie who tried to stop her, there was no one else in Mobius that would ever come close to being able to take down her reign. Before Morgiana, still posing as Rouge, could move on she needed to take care of her two new slaves. While going out of the basement, the alluring bat saw that everyone in the “Tra-anh-ce group” were there, all waiting to see if their mistress would come back with the last target, the one that would essentially seal the empire at its apex and for good. It was a surprise since neither of them got instructed to wait there. “They felt that something bad might have happened to their mistress, how nice of them. They are so deep into my power that at the first sign they came to see how I fared,” Morgiana said, proud about herself and her hypnotic powers, never minding telling such things out loud. Since it was more than obvious what they wanted, the alluring bat made Whisper come out of the basement, her eyes filled with spirals and carrying the lamp which housed her newest and most powerful acquisition. “Your mistress finally did it! The last rebel was taken down. Everyone, give a nice welcome to Whisper, the new member of our group!” Morgiana said, making a show of her own triumph.
With the news that she won, everyone started to cheer. Some chose to properly greet and accompany Whisper, thanking her for joining them, while others congratulated Morgiana. She decided to let them enjoy the moment before making everyone go back to work. Like usual, she had the Harem Squad, her butler and maid to help her taking care of her new slaves. There were still small cells of the resistance here and there, palaces to be built and many other elements that needed to be taken care of, after all…but the gist of it was done as far as Morgiana was concerned. Tangle and Whisper were sent to the special room, the one where Morgiana would dance for them to continue and reinforce their loyalty through various inductions. Before starting, however, she wanted to talk with Shahra, the sole true element of note that could have been a thorn in her side.
“Dear Shahra, your mistress needs your services,” Morgiana said, rubbing the lamp as the genie came out. Hearing the call of her mistress, the genie gal came out of the Dah-Zeh gem-encrusted receptacle, ready to serve her new mistress as she made a show of her new appearance and her improved power…as well as her servitude. “You did your best, and while it was fun while it lasted, you couldn’t stop me. Normally, I punish people that disobey me, but I’ll make an exception for you, since you didn’t know any better,” Morgiana said, as she looked at Shahra, who remained quiet, sporting a calm smile on her face. Just an hour ago she left her old life behind and became the newest slave of Morgiana and she wanted nothing more than to please her, to be her best and most loyal self for her new owner.
“From now on, you have no freedom. Instead, you will be my personal assistant, protector…anything I tell you to be. Your only purpose is to serve me and to grant each and every single wish I want, as my genie. Is that clear?”
Not wanting to ignore her commands, Shahra nodded her head, the signal that she was ready to serve under her new job. Now that Morgiana got what she wanted, it was her turn to give her three slaves the induction they deserved. With no more true fighters left, no more resistance that would dare try to stop her, Mobius would become a new place, the world that Morgiana had always imagined. With the help of her second-in-command and her personal genie, the alluring bat changed this whole planet into her own paradise, the domain in which she would have complete control.
The civilian slaves also got new ideas, new thoughts showered upon them. For each and every single one of them, Morgiana was their goddess. Each and every single resident pledged allegiance to the reign of the hypnotic bat, All of them wanted to show how loyal they were, and most had the same dream: Having the privilege of being part of the “Tra-Anh-Ce” group. Everyone was aware that this important selection of slaves had more benefits, but most only cared about serving their divine goddess. The important servants also had their fair share of important projects, the Harem Squad and the Royal Guards had more recruits and soon each team installed different branches around Mobius.
Once all the difficult jobs were done, which included the construction of the new palace, Morgiana was ready to give herself and the other members of the “Tra-Anh-Ce” group some quality time. Tails and Wave had spent time toiling on the architecture of the new home that their great goddess-empress would inhabit, while many others were put to work on gathering material and handling out the construction. Even though she could have Shahra do it with but a snap of her fingers, the toil of her own subjects and servants was a sweet spectacle for her eyes, one that she never grew tired of as adoration shown at length was much more satisfying than immediate gratification. They all worked hard, trying to one-up each other if only for one specific reward, one that ever made her chuckle to think was the crux of their inherent desires as slaves. It was obvious that each of them wanted to enjoy the dance of Morgiana, which was considered a high honor to witness. Since they were going to wait for a while, she commanded the main harem dancers to dance for both the slaves and for themselves, as a way of making them have a smalll reward before getting what they wanted. Some extra motivation after each individual day of work, a gesture of generosity…and a firm handling of their continuous trances.
As Morgiana thanked Amy and Blaze for being in charge of the dance and for keeping everyone entertained, she moved on to please her two most important slaves: Sonic and Tangle. Like their first night of pleasure, both were in the personal dance room of their mistress. As soon as she arrived at the room, Silver and Sticks gave them their respectives drinks to enjoy. They would drool aplenty soon enough and hydration would be paramount as both butler and maid went out with a little bow, understanding that this was meant to be a private audience.
“Just like our first time. Even after I became the supreme mistress, one of my favorite moments was your first induction. From the way Sonic admitted his feelings for me, to the way Tangle kissed my belly. That time I said there were more people to enslave and more work to do. Today, I can assure you that there will be nothing more than pleasure in your life. No more rebels, no more worries, just the opportunity of seeing me dance and to enjoy it all. And just like that night, I will dance for you two. Then, Tangle, my pretty little lemur, will show us her own dance. Finally, Sonic, my favorite slave, you will kiss our bellies until I tell you to stop. The more you kiss it, the more you will crave for more, until you are turned into nothing more than a little supplicant begging for one more smooch. Without further ado, let’s enjoy this night of pleasure~”
Before starting, Morgiana pulled out the Dah-Zeh lamp, needing the help of her personal genie. “What is your wish, mistress? Ask for anything and it shall be done” Shahra said, ready to give that divine woman whatever she wanted as she bowed with the most serene expression in the world. Looking at her two slaves and at her personal genie, it was difficult for Morgiana to choose something new, after all, she had everything she could wish for. While looking at her body, an idea came. “ I wish for the ability to put even souls into trances, so that their own adoration and worship shall become eternal~”
“Your wish is my command, mistress.”Shahra said before granting the wish of her dear mistress. A new power, a spiritual attunement was placed upon Morgiana, Rouge’s flesh somewhat being the very first thing to be affected as whatever remained of the bat, already firmly entranced and loving, was pushed past the point of no-return. The ex-genie of the ring used her newfound might with profound skills and thus it came to be that Morgiana had reached a whole new level of mastery, dominance and seduction.
“Now get ready for a pleasurable night, courtesy of your divine mistress~”Morgiana said before kissing Sonic on the lips and starting with her dance, making certain that none would ever escape her appeal whatsoever.
It took her a long time, but Morgiana got what she wanted. From loyal slaves to the complete control of the genie that tried to stop her. Looking at her two favorite slaves, their big smiles and the spirals in their eyes, this granted her immense happiness. Her new life as a ruler would be a busy one, but with all these loving slaves by her side, things ever be bright for her no matter what. Even though she was pleasuring her two favorite slaves, there was someone whom Morgiana needed to thank: Rouge. Without the bat’s adventure and greed, she wouldn't have had the chance of getting to that world. She owed her everything, from the treasures to the slaves.
And it all started with Rouge searching for a gem.
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