"~Taa Taa. Have fun." She waved the newly formed couple before turning to her beloved audience.
"Haa, I love this job." She said with a sigh as she slipped down from her throne to Bob's shoulders then to the floor.
Perform, enslave and repeat.
Perform, enslave and repeat.
Yasmine did this for every batch that came.
Most of her audience were of the male gender, it seemed like the females in her region were too weak to survive the trial.
By now the couple she had put together had returned, number 2 carrying Sydney princess style since it seemed like she was sore, but the wide infatuated smile on her face showed that she enjoyed the treatment.
Yasmine decided to let them be, even giving number 2 the order to be himself, almost as if he wasn't being mind controlled.
He turned out to be a sweet, helpless romantic as well, Sydney's giggles resounding in the environment as he told her funny stories of the past.
All in all, everything was going on smoothly as Yasmine was amassing slaves like taking candy until the eventual wrench in her plans came.
"Bob. Bob honey what's going on and why are you half naked on the street." A lady who could be described as a head turning beauty a league above Yasmine arrived, her thick accent reaching Yasmine's ears.
"Esme darling, long time no see. You look good, did you get a make over or something." Yasmine called from her throne.
"Yas, what the heck is going on and -Oh for heavens sake put on some clothes." Esme said, shielding her eyes from Yasmine's obscene figure.
"Esme, Esme, Esme. You slutty b*tch. You always act high and mighty like something was stuck up your ass. Guess I was wrong about the location where something got stuck."
"WHAT. Yas what the heck are you talking about … and why are you sitting on my husband."
"Hehehe. He's not your husband anymore, I doubt he even remembers you after our passionate session. He's all mine now, mine and mine alone." She hugged Bob's face, practically suffocating him with her feminine assets.
Shocked and confused, it took a moment for the vulgar scene in front of her to register, and when it did, everything else fell in place like a puzzle.
"Yasmine, you did all of this. Wait, what did you even do?"
"Hehe. I didn't do anything, Bob did. My skill only works if you lust after me and as you can see, Bobby is under the influence of my skill. It shouldn't be difficult to put two and two together." Yasmine teased, her quick reply showed that she had been waiting for this moment for a long time and she was going to savor it.
"B- But Yas. Why Bob. You know that we're married so why did you even use your skill on him."
"Oh don't act innocent. I enslaved him because of you and that attitude of yours. The way you walk about nose high up in the clouds and look down on everyone just because your connected to this royal and your family owns this oil company and your husband is a prime specimen." Yasmine ranted on before eventually slowing down.
"So then when the world came to shit and I realised how to use my newfound powers, I thought to myself. How do I make Esme pay for all the years she looked down on me and everyone else."
"I knew I couldn't do anything to that royal relative of yours, and I couldn't destroy your parents oil company, so guess what, I took your darling husband here away from you. And with the way he went at it, I think I might also be pregnant." Yasmine rubbed her belly while still perched on Bob.
"You, you wh*re. I'll kill you." Esme roared with all her might, running to Yasmine, one eye glowing golden.
"Ooh, you look dangerous, but you forget… Bob isn't my only slave."
"Long live the queen."
"Long live the queen."
Watching as the army of slaves stampeded towards her, Esme steadied her breathing, entered a stance and prepared to face the fervent wave.
The first guy came, arms flailing aimlessly only to be pushed back by a kick.
Another came, only to find their movements redirected like water, before being pushed back.
Then a pair came but all Esme needed to do was bend down and let them punch each other since they attacked from opposite directions and had no sense of self preservation.
Soon, a third of the slaves were sprawled on the floor, each defeated one giving Esme a sort of power boost, overconfidence spilling out so much that she thought she could laugh at Yasmine.
"Ha. Pitiful Yas, you call this unorganised mess an army. You know I'm a brown belt, right. So throwing these uncoordinated mob at me is like sprinkling water on a rock."