Episode 3 Final Confrontation! Scene 1

Magical Girl of Pleasure: Herra, stood on top of a brick building overlooking the three Hypno Girls loading another innocent girl into an unmarked white van (Call back to the first chapter!). For weeks she had been tracking the disappearance. But no matter how many minions she took out, she hadn’t been able to figure out what they were doing with the girls or where they were taking them. There must be dozens by now all in the clutches of the Forces of Evil!

But tonight by Merlin’s Beard Herra, the mother goddess, would fulfill her sacred oath, save this girl, beat up some goons with style, solve the mystery, and be back before Amy and Darren knew she was out late again.

It was a tall order: six Hypno Girls. All of them, identical.

They wore black bodysuits that cut open in a sharp V from throat to navel, sleek and uniform. Their hair was pulled back into perfect high ponytails the same height, same length, the same unnerving bounce. Their upper faces were hidden behind black VR-style visors glowing faintly with green light, and they moved with a stiff, marionette precision that made Herra’s skin crawl.

These weren’t fighters.

These were puppets.

Herra exhaled slowly. Six was a lot. But it wasn’t too much….. Not for her.

And she, unlike certain hyperactive magical girls she could name, did not do flashy rooftop jumps.

Herra raised a hand and traced a glowing sigil in the air. With a ripple, a translucent orange platform formed beneath her boot—then another, and another. She stepped down them one at a time, descending from the rooftop with the calm authority of someone who had absolutely no intention of scuffing her knees or ruining her hair for a dramatic fall.

By the time Herra’s elegant descent reached street level, all six Hypno Girls had stopped what they were doing and turned their faces up toward her. Their blank visors reflected her light, making it look as though a half-dozen mechanical worshippers were gazing up at a descending deity.

Honestly? Herra didn’t mind the effect.

Herra’s costume was more revealing and daring than even other magical girls. It consisted of only two orange sting like pieces of fabric that formed a V bikini on her torso before disappearing behind her back. It looked like it was painted on her and that any sudden movements would expose the woman! So Herra was extra careful that all of her fighting was graceful, elegant and wouldn't cause anything to jiggle too much!

“Good evening,” she said warmly, as though addressing neighbors who were making too much noise past curfew. “I hate to interrupt, but I’ll be taking her back now.”

The first of the Hypno Girls charged at her…..

Herra escalated the situation immediately. With six Hypno Girls closing in, there was no reason to hold back. The first one lunged faster than expected, her movements jerky but strong. She caught Herra’s forearm in a vice-like grip and yanked, hard enough that Herra’s costume shifted awkwardly across her shoulder.

Round 1
**** Shield Bash (Escalation, Spirit) 2d6 +2 = 9 (Partial Success)
Herra (1/6): Grabbed
Hyno Girls (1/6)

She flicked her wrist.

A circular forcefield burst outward like a shockwave, slamming into the Hypno Girl and sending her flying down the alley in a graceful, unintended arc.

Herra rotated her hand with exaggerated elegance, casually inspecting her orange manicure as though she hadn’t just launched a cybernetic minion across the street. “Honestly, ladies,” she sighed, “personal space is not difficult to understand”

The moment Herra freed one arm, two more Hypno Girls surged in to replace the first, snapping onto her like magnets. Their hands locked around her biceps and waist with unnerving precision, and their visors flared a sudden, eerie neon green.

Each of the girls' pelvises sprouted a six inch mechanical vibrator. The devices buzzed, and spun and twisted about.

Herra gave a look of concern at the phalluses that the Hypno girls had sprouted. “Oh?” Herra said, breath catching just slightly. “Two at once? It seems you do know how to treat a lady.”

She planted her heel.

Hard.

Round 2
Defy Danger 2d6 +2 = 7 (Partial Success!)
Herra (1/6): Grabbed Removed!
Hyno Girls (1/6)

A crack shot through the pavement, and a molten-orange orb erupted around her—like a bubble of liquified glass snapping into existence. The impact threw both Hypno Girls backward in a coordinated slide, boots scraping, heels digging, bodies dragged almost twenty feet before they managed to recover their footing.

Herra exhaled, rolling her shoulders as the last traces of their grip tingled across her skin. She’d broken free, but the spell hadn’t scattered them as much as she hoped. All of them were advancing now, with mechanical steps. The remaining five tightened their formation. like pieces on a board maneuver into a checkmate pattern.

Herra flicked her hair back and lifted her chin.

“Oh sweethearts, You are all really slow learners aren't you.”

Round 3
**** Field Bash 2d6 +2 = 14 (Critical Success!)
Herra (1/6):
Hyno Girls (3/6)

Herra was done playing, so she raised both of her hands up and brought them down in a dramatic flourish like she was a stage performer taking an exaggerated bow. This time the forcefield appeared above the Girls. And it slammed down into them. Hard.

They got hit by the forcefield, pushed into the ground and then bounced off the pavement from the ****. To them it must have felt like falling six stories. Only three of the Hyno Girls managed to stand up from the attack. Rather than charge, they all looked at each other for a second as if thinking, calculating. Their visors Glowing brighter as their gazes turned towards Herra.

Round 4
**** Field Bash 2d6 +2 = 5 (Failure)
Herra (2/6): Exhausted (-1 to rolls for the rest of the scene)
Hyno Girls (3/6)
June was by the pool on her back. Brad was on top of her pumping his huge cock deep inside her. June writhed under a flood of multiple orgasms. As she looked to the side she could see her two children, Darren and Amy giving her thumbs up. “Yessss! Yes I want it! I want it” June cried out.

Then she was back on the streets of Neon City, still fighting. ‘Shit!’ June thought. ‘They have some sort of psychic attack, that wasn't real…. It couldn’t have been.’ Junes hands shook from the images that were still lingering in her mind. ‘I should have brought a martini. I could have held it aloft elegantly during the fight and then chugged it..... after…. After that….’

Herra had been brought down to one knee by that flood of images she was unprepared for. “Well. Don’t just stand there, darlings. Come here and finish embarrassing yourselves.”

June summoned multiple fields at once—far more than she usually dared. The sudden strain rippled through her arms and shoulders, a hot ache that threatened to steal her breath. For the first time tonight, she felt her composure slipping, her power stretching thin at the edges.

Cubes of glimmering orange snapped into place around each Hypno Girl’s head, locking onto their visors like shimmering helmets. June wasn’t even sure if forcefields blocked psychic signals.

But her options were running out.

“Let’s hope you’re not Wi-Fi compatible,” she muttered.

Her fingers curled into a tight fist.

One of the cubes answered her command immediately and collapsed inward.

It struck the Hypno Girl’s head like a collapsing star, a sharp, ringing boom echoing through the alley as the forcefield pancaked into a flash of light. The trapped girl staggered, knocked backward in a dizzy arc before crumpling to her knees.

“four down,” she said, voice cracking at the edges before smoothing into something colder, “and I’m still not impressed.”

June let loose another forcefield attack as the Hypno Girls redoubled their efforts and thier visors growing brighter even as they advanced on her.

Round 5
**** Field Bash 2d6 +2 = 7 (Partial Success)
Herra (3/6): Exhausted (-1 to rolls for the rest of the scene), Top Shredded.
Hyno Girls (4/6)
June was in some dark dungeon. A single red rope criss crossed over her body, binding her. It was tight against her skin. Cleverly tied to that is spread her pussy lips, prevented her from taking deep breaths and lifted and separated junes tits. Her hands were tied together above her head suspending her from the ceiling.
She was covered in chocolate and honey. Other magical girls were licking it off of her. June squirmed in delight.

Herra was no more prepared for the second mental attack….. The flood of images left her panting and on the verge of moaning. As she came back to reality, she was aware that one of her foes had repositioned Herra’s top. Instead of covering her small erect nipples, the pieces of fabric were pulled off to the side, pushing June's tits together. The little puppet girl was moving her mouth to start licking Herra’s just like in the dream.....

Round 6
**** Field Bash 2d6 +1 = 6 (Failure)
Herra (4/6): Exhausted (-1 to rolls for the rest of the scene), Top Shredded, Prone.
Hyno Girls (4/6)
Herra..... no she was June again, sat in a luxurious lounge chair. In front of her was some little sissy boy, painted up to look like a girl with lots of make up and a bad wig. He was rubbing his cock though lace panties at June’s command
"Good boy, keep going but dont you dare cum from your tiny clitty and ruin those panties" June said
She sipped her drink, loving the boys growing frustration as he played with his little clitty in front of her.
The boy…. The boy was Darren....... her son…..

Once again Magical Girl Herra snapped back to reality. She was completely naked now, her arms being held behind her back as one of the Hypno girls was trying to line up its cyber cock with pussy, or ass. Herra wasn't sure which hole the minion was interested in, but it felt so good as that vibrating technological terror slid against her sopping wet cunt.

For a moment Herra just wanted the girl to push it in her and take her right there on the street. She was tired. This whole ordeal was just too much for her. She needed to be fucked right now on the street like a cheap whore. It had been so long since she had, had a real man. Not since…. Not since the divorce.

But Herra collected herself. Her hands were being held behind her back, but that didn’t matter when she was fighting. June Matron had never thrown a punch in her life, and as Herra, she didn't need to.

The rest of the fight went quickly.

Round 7
**** Field Bash 2d6 +1 = 10 (Success!)
Herra (4/6): Exhausted (-1 to rolls for the rest of the scene), Top Shredded, Bottom Shredded.
Hyno Girls (5/6)

Round 8
**** Field Bash 2d6 +1 = 10 (Success!)
Herra (4/6): Exhausted (-1 to rolls for the rest of the scene), Top Shredded, Bottom Shredded.
Hyno Girls (6/6)

Junes **** fields blasted the girl behind her and soon took the other one down to. June collected herself and fixed her hair. She was about to collect her costume from the ground and fix her wardrobe malfunction win another unmarked van roared down the street. It came skidding to a halt right Infront of Herra. All of the doors popped open and a flood of more minions popped out!

“…Of course.”