Mind Control Quest: Witch ( MudkipSage)

You really are brutal, aren't you? Before long, you have the flute warped and bent out of shape and the would be pied piper sobbing into her gag. After just a bit of lubrication, you then force it inside of her bottom. Ouch.

It's getting late by the time you finish. After leaving the girl in a hogtie made out of her own hair, you collapse onto the bed and get a nice bit of sleep.

You groggily awaken from your slumber as your mind reorients itself. Hard resetting your personalities is a bitch and a half apparently, definitely need to make a trigger for escaping them. As you attempt to get up you find a lattice of finely drawn, and oddly pretty tattoos all over your body.

"Well glad to see your fucking awake, bitch" you hear the voice of the witch coming from a nearby chair.

"I have to say, i didn't fucking expect you to throw off my enchantment spell like that Especially considering how completely pathetic your manna is." she says as she shifts in her seat uncomfortably, you see welts on her lush skin even from where you are sitting. You try to talk your way out of your situation, but something is preventing you from speaking.

"Don't bother trying to speak, Those tattoos are meant to completely lock you down. If you can manage to finish the hour long spell to put them in place, your pretty much trapped until I decide to release you." She grins evilly, her body shows her complete honesty and your soon to be punishment for your earlier harsh attitude.

The truth of your capture hits your subconscious and Kismet watches with renewed interest as the tattoos flare to life in a crimson bloom as Bonnies comes up with a vengeance.

Something has to give, and unfortunately for you it isn't the ancient runes.

You feel the part of you that is Bonnie shatter apart in your mindscape sending cracks in your psyce, as you fall over, false memories of who she was, eroding into mindscape in a fractured mess.

"Wow, okay what the hell was that?" Kismet half-ask, half-demands.

You tell her about your personas as you gasp on the floor, unable to relax your mind enough to begin to repair the damages.

Kismet looks at you for a moment, before she begins laughing, despite clearly being in pain from her treatment. "Oh now I recognize you, Your that mentalist bitch Alice Smith, who they say is one of the best around, took me forever to recognize you. Able to get into anyone mind she she wants with just a glance. I can't believe it." She sits down "And here you are, The best at getting into other's head, and now her I am, how did you put it? 'only good for milk and meat' have a direct line into yours." She looks you straight into the eye. How many more do you have? How do you trigger them?" Through your mental strain, you answer

"Bring her out now"

You want to resist. You try, but Tattoos glow once more, and you can only reply "Yes Mistress."

Brenda burst forth from your mind from the trigger and tries to force the red haired bitch into submission, however once again your alternate selves wrath is not only held back, but forced back onto itself crashing back into your mind.

You learned once long ago that the devil truly was in the details. Most people don't need all of their history most of the time , just a few key events, and you fabricated those to your sleeper selves. You've made hundred of false memories for yourself to help you always have the edge in a mind game ,however now they where uncontrolled and turned rampant as they begin to tear out your own memories, and each others to try to make sense of what was going on. It is taking all of your mental command to keep yourself sorted. Your face bends into a look of stress and confusion.

Kismet laughs outright. "Oh this is priceless, for once I wish I could get a camera that works properly, just so I can saver this. I wish you could see how much of a mess you look like. There is a reason brain washing people is considered a bad fucking idea and you go and do it to yourself not once, but twice. God your stupid, your grand plan to protect yourself is tearing you little mind apart. And you know what? I'm going to help by distracting you!" she decides on the spot, as she lifts you up in surprisingly strong arms. 'likely magic' says some part of your brain you don't recognized that is instantly snapped up into the fray.

She takes you over to her broom and sets you down straddled on the smooth wooden shaft as it now floats leisurely in the air. She looks around the room and quickly appropriates a couple of phone books and pillow cases which she works around your ankles. "One of the first thing you learn as a witch is how to cushion yourself with your flying focus, and the second is how to sit to minimize discomfort. Add a bit of practice and you can ride for hours without any discomfort. Unfortunately for your pathetic little ass, you don't have any of that." She says and she directs her manna into the broom, as it slowly raises.

"Do your best to keep balanced, but don't take any weight off while you do so." she orders to which you comply as the impromptu weights pull your cunt painfully onto the unforgiving wooden surface. "You should really thank me. Normally someone as weak as you, would never be able to hold a broom aloof for even a few minute, whereas now you have a wonderful and powerful mistress like me who can keep you aloff all night" She hops up to stand on the bed to torture your nipples as the pain from your pussy continually increases at the abuse. "Tell me slave how is your little mental war going? Am i distracting you?" You answer truthfully, the tattoos don't even have to force you at this point, would gladly follow anyone who seems like they have any sort of control of the situation. You feel your mind slipping more now, your identities have all fragmented. You will never win the game, whatever that was, now as it would take you months maybe even years to sort yourself out. Your cunt is aching and the pain only growing, and your ass is uncomfortable as well.

Kismet looks on with a dark satisfaction in her eyes. "You really look good as a little flying slut, i'll have to make sure to do this often to keep you in line." she shifts on her legs as she admires her handiwork and winces slightly as she moves a hand to a welt on her ass. "But i honestly don't think your suffering just enough yet. she says. as she moves your broom towards the bathroom. the weights tied to your angles swinging painfully and unfortunately you are not allowed to take off the pressure yourself.

The part of you who had laughed at a joke about redheads being angry and vengeful when you where twelve feels completely validated. before forgetting how old you where when that happened.

"Ooh, jackpot!" you hear her state as she shuffles through the cabinets a pulling out three items you don't like her having anywhere near you.You see two new, based on the paper attached to the handles, short handled toilet brushes, one shaped like a bristled loop the other black, round, and star-bursting in every direction , and a large bar of soap.

"Man someone must of thrown in extras by mistake. Must be my lucky day! Now. I've decided how i will finish your punishment for your earlier transgressions. As i see it, you've done four things wrong. One you've used my flute to beat my ass, which is why i started your first punishment to make sure you get as good as you gave. I shall continue that later. Second, you shoved it up my ass, which i shall address soon enough moment. Lastly you insulted me. which we shall deal with now. she lowers your broom down low enough to offer some slight relief as the heavy books lay on the floor. "I don't want you to break before i finish punishing you, so i order you to completely remember what you did to me do deserve this, and for you to not break until i give you permission."

The runes glow, and like a light switch your mind snaps into a hazy focus. All three..or four sides completely sharing in the memories of your attack on your mistress, and unable to move against each other despite the continually growing pressure from the mental imbalance.

floating inches off the ground she directly to near the sink in the large bathroom, as she opens the soap package which she begins to run under hot water as she roughly begins to rub building up a lather.

Realizing what she plans to do but not able to form sentences due to your fractured mind, you watch helplessly as she soon shuts off the sink. "This is your punishment for daring to speak down to me. She says as she reaches into your mouth and pulls out your tongue.
And wordlessly begins rubbing the incredibly bitter bar into your mouth. She seems to have picked a favorite corner as she is enthusiastically rubbing  enjoy rubbing the slightly worn corner down the living canvass as the scent of lavender fills the room. Your eyes tear up as you begin to silently cry prettily from the taste alone, much less the humiliation as she continues to coat your tongue. When she pulls she lets go off your tongue, you don't even bother to lift it back in, in hopes of keeping the taste out of your mouth as possible despite it being infused there. You note that one edge of the bar is significantly more worn than the rest, as you feel some of the bubbled from her thick coating pop.

"Oh wow, you look so cute sitting there with your soapy little tongue hanging out like a dog. Well if your going to beg like a good little dog I'm certainly not one to say no. I'll have to make a point to do this again some time" she says and running the bar under water again and lathering up her fingers before reversing the bar, attacking with the other sides corner. "And keep your tongue out bitch, I like seeing you droop over your mistress punishing you." she taunts as you push your tongue out to its furthest as she attacks your mouth for a second time with with a newer end. Knowing your mouth is simply to small to allow the whole bar in effectively the takes to breaking of tiny wet chunks with her fingers and smashing them down to paste,coating the inside of your mouth. Drool flows freely out of your mouth as the slippery substance is painted coated down the sides of your cheeks. The sensation is both gross and pleasant and Kismet is clearly not one to do things by halves as she soon has broken off yet another piece is pasted and is rubbing the roof and bottom of your mouth. Soon you have to breath in through your nose and out your mouth as bubbles begin to form and pop throughout, each time you exhale tiny spheres float their way free It take her a lot longer to truly coat this time and soon the line blurs between punishment and reward, as between your aching cunt still suspended on her broom, but at the same time rubbing against it, and her fingers humiliating massage of your mouth far better than any kiss. You let out a moan, causing her to freeze up, her smile disappearing before snapping her hands out.

she slips her other hand to the area where your cunt has been achingly waiting. The lack of alternate stimulation distraction reminding you of the still rising discomfort withing. "You little fucking whore, who told you you could enjoy your punishment?!" she accuses you as you drool slightly, as if you had control of the situation.

The takes a moment to collect herself before continuing. "Fine then, i guess its time to move on to the next part anyways." She grabs the bar of soap and breaks it in half lengths wise, pushes it into your mouth. "I put a lot of work in soaping up your mouth, i don't you want to just drool it away, so keep that in your mouth and lick it to keep you from forgetting about watching what you say." she orders, as you obey. The bitter taste returning and replacing any pleasant feelings.

"This is going to be fairly straight forward i think. You need to learn not to use objects in ways they aren't meant to be used, " She says ominously as she picks up the round toilet brush, and pulls off the paper tags, holds it up to your bear skin. you flinch away when it first touches your stomach however that sends a swell of pain from your cunt as you wiggle uncomfortably, soapy drool still dribbling down your chest. "You know this might be a good time to give you a little cleaning i think. She comments as she drags it up your stomach and brushing the soapy mess that had been dribbling from earlier. The bristle are hard and sharp as they pull across your smooth skin, scratching it enticingly. Each aspect of your mind recalling different times you've used your favorite hairbrush that you used on your female subs with long hair. You liked it because the bristles where harsh, but they where far more forgiving than this new interloper. She moves her hand to rub the wetness around your chest as she gently pulls the bristles against your chest. The sensations are incredible. The light touch of the harsh bristles tantalizingly scratch against your breast as she pulls the brush between your fairly well sized boobs sending tingling sensations.

You sense ill intent from her body language and tense up, however she falters in her advances. "Shut your eyes. I don't want you reading me." You do so.

Somehow the sensation is all the more intense than before for not seeing as she once again begins to tantalize, however your pleasure is whisked away from you as she sharply slaps it into your the side tender perky breast as you moan through your bitter gag.

"Oh what a pleasant noise. You know i may forgive you yet for breaking my flute if you can make sounds like that. First however i'm going to have to learn to 'play' you." she whispers huskily in your ear, sending arousal and pain through your already overstimulated sex.

her tool is once again drawn against you as she draws it down, this time down you neck, rolling it across your throat and shoulders before bringing it it down once again, to give you a matching pair. and once again forcing a moan from your mouth. Again and again she draws your skin, sometimes not striking a breast at all, but in the stomach, or under the arm. Wherever she sense the weakness of soft flesh, to draw out another moan.  The only noise she makes is a giggle when a bubble escape from your mouth as your work to follow her orders to keep her hard work in place.

"Well if i had to guess, this is likely the cleanest your whore tits have ever probably been." she comments rubbing the soapy foam around your front a bit for emphasis "See what i mean when i said its best to put objects to their proper use?" She says, in regard to your 'cleaning'. Her voice switches to a quiet tone, as she whispers, right in front of you with an almost sinister glee.  "Now lets explore some of the improper ways. You feel a soft smooth hand begin to kneed your left breast, however as you begin to enjoy it. Pain jumps into your mind as, for the first time this morning, she brings the brush to bear on your nipple.

Slowly Kismet grinds the cruel implement as you try to move away however her hand grabs your breast towards the back and forces the mound into the, now rotating, teeth as you squirm, bringing waves of discomfort from your now thoroughly swollen pussy for your efforts. She doesn't relent however and moving the object is twisted the wrong way as she slowly, and forcefully pulls it around your nipple.

"You know, I'm kind of curious which hurts more. Your pussy or your tits?" She ask out loud moves one hand forward to hold the brush by the bristles, an pushing it into your untouched nipple, strokes one side firmly with two free fingers not needed to hold the brush into position, Firmly grinding the side opposite of the pleasant stimulation into the painful protrusions, as she slowly rotates her wrist around the hard nipple trying hare to abuse it from every angle.

Her other hand slips below your waist, and with a cruel gentleness begin to massage the well mashed lips of your pussy. Pulling and needing the lips, occasionally jolting you by grinding them against the hard wood of the broom. The sensation crescendos as she takes the brush once again in hands and takes to simply dragging it around both your nipples, alternating between cutting swats and grinding stabs on your poor breast. Her other hand is no better, as she goes to work on your abused clit and pussy, sometimes gently working the soapy lather that had flowed down your chest to the area, gently rubbing the nub, while other times pinching or flicking it against the wood.

After several minutes of mixed pleasure and pain from the alternating stimuli, she finally backs off.
"I thinks your tits have suffered enough, at least for now." she says finally pulling away from your hard, sore nipples.

"Now how should i punish you next?" she ask playfully. "Hmm, Okay i think i know, but first how about i reward you for being such a good little slave and taking your punishment like a big girl" she mocks, as you feel to broom lower down. WHen your feet touch the wet floor, a sharp pang of relief radiates from your sore pussy as the broom lowers itself a few inches below your pussy.  "You can open your eyes now, and while your at it why don't you take a look at yourself in the mirror?" You do so and feel a great sense of shame.

The make-up you had on from earlier has ran divits down your face from your tears. A thin white film covers the entire front of your body, starting at your lips as the bar froths from your enforced ministrations. Your chest is covered from trails and pattered waves froth from the wake of the hard brush, which has left your tits visibly red and puffy, especially around the nipples. Your pussy and clit are the worst of all, as the lips are swathed in foam and are dripping with the mix of soap, saliva, and sexual desire, and have swollen up badly from the constant torment. The worst though is your body language. Your great skill in cold reading screams that the slutty slave in front to the fact that you have long lost any thoughts of resistance. The sight is highly arousing, both more and less so because it's you that in such a diheviald state..

"Do you like my work thus far? I'd always had a bit of a mean steak. But you're the first one I've ever really cut loose on. I have to admit its been very therapeutic." she says, completely at ease as she rubs her pussy with a soapy hand.

"Tell you what you've been such a good slave, how about you play with yourself during the next part. Your not allowed to cum, but it might help on the last part." As you move your hand to carefully play with your swollen sex, she walks over to you and grabs the bar of soap. "Open" she commands and you follow. She draws a finger through your mouth and smiles. "Well you can follow directions if nothing else." She says, as she observes the soap coating the finger she put in your mouth. Looking at the bar she lets out a guffaw right in your face. "Hey, you know this isn't an ice cream bar right. Look at how hard you where trying to eat it!" She says. It really does look like you had attempted to eat it, as there are tongue shaped divets all over the body, and numerous teethmarks from when she was tormenting your tits and nipples and you accidentally bit down.

"I'f you like eating soap so much, i'll have to make sure you get the chance to snack on some later on" she jokes before she places the still large bar right back where she found it much to your displeasure. You try to think of something to  but you can't seem to remember how to make words at the moment. She walks out of the bathroom and into the other room while you finger your sore quim. A bubble of pleasure arising despite the discomfort.

Nodding with satisfaction she moves to the sink and picks up both brushes, which causes your eyes to widen in horror. "Last step of your punishment bitch." she comments as she drives the circular brush onto the broom as though she where threading a needle. As you see her move id down towards you you realize what she is planning to do, letting the handle hang downward. The bristles form a soon-to-be painful ring just below your drooling cunt.

Slowly the broom starts to rise, just as it makes contact with your hand she removes it, and forcing you to lean forward, puts it on the handle. "You can use the other hand to stay balanced, but this one will work the handle. I want to see you punish yourself so that is what you will do." You try to fight the insidious order once more but you're willpower has long ago been spent.

The broom raises up to life you , and to add insult to injury, the Witch spreads your swollen pussy lips so you will be stimulated right on your most sensitive and abused spot. The pain is terrible as the barbs dig in and are pushed aside by your weight. However it doesn't stop there as the broom continues lifting and you suddenly realize that Kismet never took off the weights tied to your ankles. which where slightly soaked now from your earlier exploits. Before you can adjust to the new sensations a sharp pain comes from you ass causing to you shift forward, right onto your pussy. You let out an animal like groan, a mix of pain and indignation and look behind you to see Kismet smiling as she waves the rounded cousin too your cunts current assailant. "Your final punishment is this. You are going to punish your selfish cunt until you orgasm, while return the favor and punish your ass." She states as she begins to swat your ass with the business end. toilet brush.

Again and again she brings the bristled end to bear on your poor flesh with an almost mad enthusiasm. You quickly learn to take her abuse instead of jumping as it just magnifies tenfold, however that doesn't stop her from trying. Soon your ass and legs are sore as you continue to simply sit grinding your poor cunt as its pulled into your other tormentor.
After a few minutes the swatting stops and you see Kismat rubbing the handle in and out of her pussy, bringing herself to an orgasm as she uses her other hand to rub your sore ass. You try and focus on the slivers of pleasure between the pain of your punishment as they slowly accumulate as you wetten the brush with your efforts, your body glistening with sweat, as you are fairly sure you've never had to work this hard for anything before in your life. The sounds of Kismet bringing herself off somehow help greatly in your efforts as you try and imagine your situation being reversed.

You're imagination is soon interrupted as you feel a prodding on your asshole. "Lean forward bitch I'm just returning the favor one last time." You have not choice but to grind your clit into the bristles. To your surprise, despite the increase of pain, the increase of pleasure puts you much further along the way to orgasm than you had been. Your hand soon increases the sensation by twisting the handle and increasing both parts.

You feel the brush handle probing your asshole and Kismet doesn't give you any more time to adjust to the sensation as she shoves the orgasm lubricated handle up your ass, all the way to the base, which she spreads your asscheeks around to make sure you feel the bristles as the flesh wraps around the head of the intruder.
 She giggles "You look like a little bunny with that 'tail' in you" she comments happily.

You feel something give inside your mind, like a house of cards falling apart, as the runes flare up.
"Oh so you finally broke then little bunny? Those runes only glow when enforcing my will, and the only order I've given you is for you not to Break before I was done with you. I guess we'd better make your last time before your mind breaks count right? So i give you permission to break just as soon as you cum." she says as she runs her hand over your sides.

You're not far off, but the fear of your mind finally breaking is keeping you from grasping for it fully. You try to beg for her forgiveness but all you can to is make muleing animal noises, however the tone must have given it away. As she laughs "Aww, is little bunny afraid of having her mind broken? Well too bad. Even if you could talk I'd still break it no matter how nicely you asked. Don't feel too bad, all the little pieces should still be there. Who knows, maybe I'll order you pull yourself together enough so i can taunt you and break you again. Don't count on it though, Its been fucking turning me on so much just to think about having my little mind-broken slave." she says as she begins to finger herself for a few moments before bringing it up to your nose to smell. "See? Don't worry little Alice, I know your scared. How about i help you along? " With that she grabs your tits and pulls you all the way forward before trapping them between her fingers with one hand. "Hands behind your back slave." you respond instantly. You'r briefly afraid that you might fall off, however it seems that her tight hold on your nipples is keeping you balanced, despite the pain from your attempts to move back, and put less force on the brush below. Her face is only a few feet from your own, as she takes the now free brush handle with her free hand and works it into your pussy with a vengeance. You moan in pleasure and intense pain as you feel the orgasm slowly building, promising to be massive. You try to pull away from the position however her tight grip on your nipples only increase your stimulation. "Chew on that bar, might as well enjoy your last 'meal' before your mind goes bye-bye." she taunts, as you bight down  on the bar, half falling to the ground, but Kismet doesn't seem to mind. You feel the soft matter gush through your teeth as it fills any free space between your teeth and rapidly spreads itself through your mouth as you diligently chew any free bits.

It only takes a few more moments longer.

The pain in your ass as the brush handle asserts its domination on your unacclimated hole, the head forcing your sore ass cheeks appart with its bristles. Your mouth, filled to the brim with a bitter slick substance, that has been thoroughly worked into every inch,caking your teeth and tongue with it's substance, as you feel the soapy film flowing freely out. Your tits and nipples sore from earlier abuse and stimulation, tightly pinched and pulled as you struggle to maintain balance. Your pussy feels like a puffy mass of pain and pleasure, as hundreds of tiny claws tickle and scratch at your sore and swollen lips and clit. And lastly the woman in front of you who has heaped all these sensation on you. Slowly breaking down your willpower to unravel your mind. The humiliation she's heaped on you. The pain, the pleasure, the smell of her pussy. the insults. and her eyes that seem to stare straight into your soul as she eagerly waits, trying to drive you over that last bit needed to finally allow you to break.

Every muscle in your body seizes at once before you feel a massive orgasm crash its way through your body and mind, becoming literally mind shattering as the runes that held you together release their hold and your conscious flies apart into a billion pieces, like an explosion had been set off next to a stained glass window. Your world becomes nothing but stimulation and your mistress as you pullback hard on your tits in shaky waves, while grinding your ass and pussy into their tormentors. Anything to increase the sensation and prolong the pleasure. A long series of guttural moans force their way from your lungs as you spasm before finally falling into blackness.

Hours later you awaken to confusion. You see things but you can't identify them. Shapes you cannot name, You know pain though. You feel soreness from all over, but a couple of places in particular as you look around the place your in. A softness is next to you and for the first time you recognize something. This is your Mistress! You move your form haphazardly the couple of feet towards her, more trial and error than any sort of skill. Shes the only thing that makes sense anymore. Your mistress begins to not-stay still and after moving and sending you into confusion as punishment, She makes noise but you cannot understand. However soon you recognize the noises as words. "Do you understand me now?" she ask. You realize you can make noises too and reply. "yesh?" you state, hoping its the correct reply. "Do you know who i am?" Ohh you know this one "You are Mistress." you reply and once again give her what you later would recognize as a hug.

You like this game. Its hard but rewarding. Red runes glow lightly across your skin. She smiles endearingly, "Its going to take a bit of doing, but i'll have you at the level i want soon enough. In the meantime you are to use your mouth to pleasure my pussy until i tell you to stop. It probably taste a bit strong as it's been a day or two since I've had the chance to freshen up, but given how much soap you still have in your mouth despite my efforts to clean you up for bed, I suppose you will likely take care of that for me."

Most of her talking confuses you, however after only a full three minute you figure out what she wants before you lower yourself to her pussy and begin to lick away hungrily, trying to make her feel as good as possible. Everything else in your world is frighting and strange, but when your mistress tells you to do something it's like her words are magic and make everything clear and okay. You attack her lower region with gusto, liking everything that seems to make her happy, and soon her pleasure hole releases you a reward which you lick up greedily. You feel an nice warmness from parts of your body as you do so, but don't know how it got there, so you just keep on licking hoping doing so will make the parts feel even better. It does make the warmness stronger, but not particularly better, and eventually your mistress decides she's had enough and that you should both sleep. Oh well you can ask your mistress about the warmness later. The world may be confusing, and not make any sense to you. But you know your mistress will take care of you. You feel she's the only thing that is going to ever really make sense from now on.