Their Modesty

Heels clicked against the tiled floor as Allyndra strode across the room. Each step was an elegant, gliding thing, as though she was being carried along by a gentle breeze. And with each step, the two Bravos head’s followed her, tugged along by the wooden medallion.

Allyndra settled between the two and reached down to twist their chairs so she could admire their figures. Two women, both rather busty and with wide inviting hips, though Emmaline’s curves were softer, more inviting while Liv’s figure was of a more toned variety. Muscles tensed beneath her skin even as she sat there breathing in mind blank peace. Neither of their figures was quite outrageous, but something about Emmaline just felt more indulgent somehow, more lewd.

“Stand up,” Allyndra commanded and the pair obeyed. “You may remove your clothing.”

“Mistress!” Cassio’s voice was barely a chirp, but it pulled Allyndra’s head nonetheless. “Wh-why? They were just going to leave! And… they didn’t do anything. Not really.”

“Oh?” Allyndra said. She was already turning back toward the bravos, watching as Liv tugged out of her bottoms to reveal a pale, fuckable pussy, then turning to see Emmaline pull the string of her top. It stretched out longer and longer until the tie slipped away and her gravity defying tits bounced out into the open.

A sly smile twisted onto Allyndra’s face as she reached out to grope the soft titflesh.

“They insulted me, and threatened our business, boy” she said. Cassio shrunk back from her brasen display and Allyndra smirked, fondling Emmaline’s breasts even more vigorously, savoring the way her fingers sunk into the pillowy flesh until small moans started to flow past Emmaline’s lips. “Not to mention how rude they were the entire time. I used to lay curses for far less.”

“B-but--” Cassio stammered.

“Are you scared?” Allyndra said. Even as she spoke, the two brainwashed women had kept moving, stripping away the rest of their clothes and leaving two gorgeous bodies on display. “They can hear us, but it doesn’t matter. Every word just goes in one ear and out the other. They’re like helpless puppets.”

“I just--”

“If you’re so worried, then you don’t have to watch,” Allyndra said. The boy scampered off and Allyndra was left alone with a pair of prizes. A pair of nuisances.

“Adventurers…” she spoke the word like a curse. “Always so eager to start trouble. Always so self righteous and obnoxious.”

Her hands worked their way idly over their bodies as she spoke. Dark slender fingers stroked over their stomachs, feeling the subtle differences in the musculature, savoring the decadent softness of Emmaline’s skin and the more rugged structure of Liv’s body in equal measure. She felt up their hips, groped Emmaline’s bubbly butt and Livs more bouncy one, her hands jiggling them as though she was a scale weighing them against one another.

“But those bodies…” Allyndra said. A quick swat on both of their butts punctuated her words. Even though the smack rang out through the room and left bright red hand-prints on their bottoms, neither woman reacted in the slightest. They both just stood there, vacant stares focused off into the distance. “It would almost make it worth it to put up with your nonsense. Ugh, I wish Narissa had never let the guild in. So many more of your type recently. I’m fed up!”

Her hands traced forward around two sets of broad hips and toward their pussies. It would be so easy…

Allyndra stopped and squirmed slightly, adjusting something between her legs. Then she withdrew her hands and tugged up the front of her dress where it had been slipping down her chest.

“It’s just to punish you. Not for my own pleasure,” she muttered to herself. Then to Liv “I’m not a monster. Not even a thief or a scam artist. I just want you to learn your lesson, that’s all.”

Her hand stretched out, fingers crossing over Liv’s stomach until the back of her hand just brushed up against the weight of her breast. So perfect and heavy. She could imagine the way they would bounce and jiggle as the woman was fucked on her table.

“That’s all,” Allyndra hissed.

She took a step back, face flushed and cleared her throat.

“I have an order.” Liv and Emmaline perked up at the word, backs straightening and eyes swiveling to look at the elven Mistress. “From now on, until the magic wanes or until you are released, neither of you shall ever again wear clothing in moonlight. Do you understand?”

“Yes mistress,” came the words in perfect synchronized monotone.

“Very good. If you ever find yourself touched by moonlight and clothing at the same time, you will immediately correct the impropriety. No matter what. Is that understood?”

“Yes mistress.”

Allyndra nodded. It felt a suitable punishment for insulting the elven arts. She would allow them to get dressed and send them on their way, she only had one more thing to do first.