Lisa and Marge under their queen to be spell

Maggie creeps up the stairs, her footsteps silent as a shadow. She pauses outside Bart's room, listening to him humming along to some punk song on his headphones. She pushes the door open slowly. Bart doesn't notice her at first, too engrossed in his music. "Hey Bart," she says softly. He pulls off his headphones. "Oh hey Mags, what's up?" Maggie steps closer, her eyes beginning to glow with an unnatural, swirling green light. "Look at me, Bart." Bart's eyes meet hers reflexively. His body goes rigid, his expression slackening into a blank, obedient stare. "Good boy," Maggie purrs. "Now, you're going to go downstairs and sit on the couch next to Dad. You won't speak unless I tell you to. When I snap my fingers, you'll do exactly what I say. Understand?" "Yes, Maggie," Bart replies in a monotone voice. "Now go." Bart stands and walks mechanically out of the room and down the stairs. Maggie grins, her fangs extending once more. She steps into the hallway just as Lisa emerges from the bathroom, wrapped in a towel, her hair still wet. "Oh, Maggie! I didn't see you there," Lisa says cheerfully. Maggie's eyes flare crimson again. "Lisa, look at me." Lisa's eyes widen as they lock onto Maggie's glowing irises. Her body freezes mid-step, her face going blank.

Lisa's body freezes mid-step, her face going blank. Maggie steps closer, her bare feet silent on the carpet. "That's it, Lisa. Good girl." She reaches out and slowly pulls the towel from Lisa's grasp, letting it fall to the floor. Lisa stands motionless, steam still rising from her damp skin. Maggie circles behind her, trailing a finger along Lisa's shoulder blade. "You've always been the pretty one, haven't you? The smart one. Mom's favorite." Lisa doesn't respond. She can't. Maggie comes around to face her, letting her hand slide down Lisa's arm, then across her stomach. "But not anymore. Now you're going to be my first." She caresses Lisa's body, feeling her sister's skin goosepimple under her touch. Lisa remains perfectly still, her eyes fixed ahead, unblinking. "Such a lovely body" Maggie whispers, leaning in close.

Maggie takes Lisa's hand and leads her into the bedroom. The door clicks shut behind them. "Lie down on the bed, Lisa," Maggie commands softly. Lisa walks mechanically to the bed and lies down on her back, her eyes still fixed on the ceiling, her body completely still and exposed. Maggie stands at the foot of the bed, drinking in the sight of her hypnotized sister. She slowly unzips her own dress, letting it fall to the floor. She steps out of it, then removes her bra and panties, standing naked before her sister. "Look at me, Lisa." Lisa's eyes shift to focus on Maggie's face. Maggie climbs onto the bed, straddling Lisa's hips. She leans down, her lips brushing against Lisa's ear. "You're going to remember this as a dream. A wonderful, confusing dream. And when you wake up, you won't question anything." Maggie's hands begin to explore Lisa's body once more, but now with more purpose. She traces the curve of Lisa's waist, the softness of her thighs, the gentle slope of her breasts. "I've always wondered what this would be like," Maggie murmurs. "What your skin would feel like against mine." Her fangs graze Lisa's neck, and she feels her sister's pulse flutter beneath her lips. Maggie bites down gently, just enough to taste blood, then pulls back. "Not yet. I want to enjoy this first." She positions herself so that their bodies are pressed together, skin against skin. Maggie's breath hitches as she feels the warmth of Lisa's body against her own. "Tonight, you belong to me," Maggie whispers, beginning to move against her sister in a slow, rhythmic motion.

Maggie's body moves against Lisa's, a slow, deliberate grinding that builds heat between them. Lisa's skin grows warm under Maggie's touch, her nipples hardening despite her blank stare. Maggie's breathing becomes ragged as she presses her mouth to Lisa's, kissing her deeply, forcing her tongue past Lisa's unresisting lips. "Kiss me back," Maggie whispers against her mouth. Lisa's tongue responds mechanically, moving against Maggie's in a clumsy imitation of passion. Maggie moans softly, her hips picking up speed as she rides her sister's body. "That's it," she gasps. "That's my good sister." She breaks the kiss and sits up, looking down at Lisa's passive face. Maggie's hand slides between her own thighs, finding herself wet and ready. She positions herself, then slowly lowers herself onto Lisa's face. "Use your tongue," she commands. "Please me." Lisa's tongue extends, finding Maggie's center. Maggie cries out as Lisa begins to lap at her, obedient and methodical. Maggie rocks against her sister's mouth, her hands gripping the headboard as waves of pleasure wash over her. "Yesss," she hisses. "Just like that." Her body tenses, and she comes with a shuddering gasp, collapsing onto Lisa's stomach. She lies there for a moment, catching her breath, then rolls off and lies beside her sister. Maggie reaches over and strokes Lisa's hair. "You did so well. Now sleep. When you wake, you'll remember nothing but a strange, pleasant dream..and a undieing devotion fir me, one that youll do anythingi ask if you." Lisa's eyes close, her breathing evening out into the rhythm of sleep. Maggie rises from the bed, pulling on her dress. She looks at her sleeping sister one last time, then slips out of the room. She pauses at the top of the stairs, looking down at the living room where Bart sits motionless on the couch next to a snoring Homer. "Two down," she murmurs, a cruel smile playing on her lips. "Now for the rest." She descends the stairs, her eyes beginning to glow once more.

Maggie pads silently down the stairs, her bare feet making no sound on the carpet. She pauses at the bottom, listening to the rhythmic snoring of her father from the living room. A smile plays on her lips as she turns toward the master bedroom, were marge now resides. The door creaks slightly as she pushes it open. Marge lies on the bed, covers tangled around her legs, wearing a thin nightgown that leaves little to the imagination. Her auburn hair fans across the pillow, and she murmurs in her sleep. Maggie approaches the bed, her eyes beginning to glow with that familiar hypnotic light. She places a tiny hand on her mother's shoulder, shaking gently. "Mommy," she whispers. "Wake up." Marge's eyes flutter open, confused. "Maggie? What's wrong, sweetie?" "Nothing's wrong, Mom. Look into my eyes." Marge's gaze meets Maggie's. The glow intensifies, and Marge's expression goes slack. Her body relaxes completely. "That's it, Mommy. You're under my control now." Maggie climbs onto the bed, straddling her mother's hips. She pulls the nightgown up, exposing Marge's body. Her hands roam over her mother's curves, squeezing her breasts, pinching her nipples. "I've always wondered what it would be like to have you like this, Mom." Maggie leans down and kisses her mother deeply, her tongue exploring Marge's mouth. Marge responds mechanically, just as Lisa had. Maggie breaks the kiss and sits up, positioning herself over her mother's face. "Open wide, Mommy. It's time for your daughter to take what's hers." She lowers herself, and Marge's tongue begins to work obediently. Maggie moans, grinding against her mother's mouth. "That's it. That's my good mommy." Maggie's body tenses as she climaxes, shuddering above her mother's face. She collapses beside Marge, panting. "Now, Mom. You're going to remember this as a dream. But you'll also feel an overwhelming desire to please me. To do whatever I ask." Marge's eyes close. Maggie slips out of bed and returns to the hallway, her gaze falling on Homer's sleeping form in the recliner. "The rest of them can wait. I have plans for this town." She walks outside into the night, her eyes glowing brighter, ready to begin her conquest., and she knew who she desired first...Jessica Lovejoy, barts ex, and the perfect first vampiric vixen sexpire, under her command.