Music is life, love, it's our very existence. Music is everything and everywhere—from the hum of an elevator, to the steps we take to the beating of our hearts. It's the greatest thing in life. That's why it's important for it to spread all throughout the galaxy to bring forth a new melody. Humanity long since achieved a harmony like no other, after a long-fought war with an alien race. Since then, humans have begun to spread throughout the stars in an attempt to contact other alien races in the hopes of understanding them. Using the power of music, humans hope to bring forth a new age throughout the galaxy, in an effort to spread the same song they once heard.

Tonight, Galactic-Arc Anthemusa plays host to the hottest new singer around: Serena Teles, the Galactic Siren. Debuting only a few short years ago, she took her home colony of Paestum by storm. Since then, she's toured multiple colonies all across the galaxy, attracting fans with her wild performances.

And now it's Anthemusa's turn to fall for the siren!

In just a few minutes, Serena Teles will be up on that stage singing her heart out for her adoring fans. This is just one of three shows that she'll be playing across Anthemusa in the next week. It's going to be electric!

Music represents a lot of different things to a lot of different people, but to Serena: It represents freedom! This is what allowed her to get off her dingy backwater colony and travel across the galaxy to so many new locations! Some of them colonies, some of them planets where former colony ships now rest.

It's a tiring job, but she loves it.

After all, why shouldn't she? She's the Galactic Siren— one song and you're under her spell. Kidding, of course. That's not how any of that works. She sings for the love of it, for those screaming fans in attendance every night. And when those spotlights are right on her, shining down, she can't help but want to scream herself.

A knock at the door grabs her attention away from her makeup. "Serena, five minutes to showtime," a tall woman with deep blue hair wearing a teal-green skirt suit reminds her. It's Her. It’s Manager. Serena can't remember how long She's been managing her for, but that's not important right now.

"Yes, Sir!" She leaps out of her makeup chair, twirling for Manager as she does. It takes a considerable amount of willpower to keep her eyes from drifting down, instead looking into Manager’s green eyes. "How do I look?" It's a rhetorical question, she knows how she looks. Perfect.

Even still, she does one final check in the mirror to be sure. Her outfit for the night is pretty odd: A full-body suit which projects her costumes for the set onto her as she performs. It's hard to remember the details of how it works, but Manager says she doesn't need to know that stuff.

There's also the collar, can't forget that! Not a collar collar, just a collar. Helps project the voice and stuff!

"Absolutely divine, my dear." Serena squeaks out a moan as She playfully spanks her. "Now, go out there and make them listen to you."

Gods just the way She speaks, makes her want to orgasm so bad, but her cock is currently tucked tight against her groin. A layer of tape makes sure there are no unsightly erections, after all she doesn’t want to be anything less than perfect.

"I'll do my very best, Sir!" She blows a kiss to Manager. Then, without another word, Serena skips out of the dressing room and into the backstage. She can hear the roar of the crowd getting louder as the lights begin to dim.

It’s time to get up there and do her thing. But she’s stopped by a PA before she can step onto the stage elevator. “This’ll just take a moment, Miss Teles.” They kneel down, strapping a belt around her waist containing a dozen small gas canisters, capable of sending her flying! Once done, she’s handed her microphone, made to look like a whip, which rests on her right hip.

Serena giggles. “Oh, you can just call me Serena, everyone does!”

They give her a thumbs up, pushing a button to send the elevator downward. “Would it be too much trouble to ask for a selfie? My friends will never believe I got to meet you!”

“None at all! I’m always happy to meet an adoring fan!” She smiles, flashing a peace sign, while the PA does the same thing. “Ooh! You got my good side!” It’s the little things like this that make being an idol so rewarding.

“An idol must always have time for her fans.” One of the many rules she’s learned!

The PA ushers her onto the elevator. “Thank you so much!”

“No, thank you for being such a loyal fan! Enjoy the show!” She gives the PA one final smile.

Serena steps onto the elevator. It rises upwards towards the dark stage, while her bodysuit activates the first outfit of the night: a ship captain's jacket in a gorgeous navy blue, with gold trim and a gorgeous deep red against the cuffs and collar. A black waist corset cinches tight around her waist. Her pants complete the look with cutouts for her inner tights and coattails to make her look drop dead! Then to complete the look, a simple Captain’s Cap!

Showtime!

She takes in the roar of the crowd, listening to them chanting “Siren” over and over again. Her heel clicks against the stage, sending a burst of light into the air. Another heel clicks, bringing a hushed tone over the crowd.

They’re right where she wants them now.

Serena unclips the microphone from its holster, cracking it like a whip. “LISTEN TO MY SONG!”

The stage lights activate, spilling a mixture of green and purple lights right onto her. And once again, the crowd are erupting in cheers, chanting her name.

Her opening number is a personal favorite of hers, it’s the perfect song to get the crowd screaming for her. She taps her foot once, twice, thrice, matching it in perfect sync with the beat. “People of Anthemusa, hear my song! Let it guide you!”

The backing track has a loud and steady drum beat, that really gives the song that extra edge. It’s a track appropriately titled “Don’t Be Late”. After all, you wouldn’t want to keep the Galactic Siren waiting, would you?

Inversely proportional to gravity

The glowing fins reminds me of a volcano. Did you know?

My heart is beating.

If you fall from the galaxy of fantasies, what lies below is a sea poison.

Across countless light years, with a daring kiss.

I hunger!

Let’s head for the next stage!

The opening verse comes out so smooth from her pale red lips. They’re already eating it up; glow sticks are being waved frantically in the crowd to cheer Serena on.

Wouldn’t want to disappoint them now.

The lights shift to a bright green hue shining down onto her as she dances across the stage, letting the words flow oh so naturally. Her image is projected all across the stadium, allowing even the fans in the nosebleeds to see her up close.

Carry me!

Take me on a date through the shooting stars!

A puff of smoke explodes, covering the stage in a thick smokescreen. Holographic versions of her appear in the smoke, but the real Serena is nowhere to be found. They imitate her moves perfectly, while she waits for the right moment. With one click of her heel, the smoke disappears to thunderous cheers from her audience!

Here’s a challenge for you, let’s ignite our passion!

Fly higher!

Your chest smells so sweet!

Serena can’t even think over the roar of the crowd! Not that she needs to think!

Leave it all to me, I’ll make you feel better, just trust me. Scorpius, 9PM, don’t be late!”

Your false destiny is unforgivable!

Beauty is but a fleeting dream!

A moment of romance melts and soon follows regrets.

In this weightless state, my feet don’t reach the ground.

The holograms disappear one-by-one, until only Serena remains standing. With each verse, the lights on her grow a little brighter, giving off a subtle glow to the already radiant singer.

I’ll fill this universe with my feelings!

My heart throbs so bad, I want to give you all of my love!

A sudden darkness encapsulates the stage as the lights dim for the instrumental. It’s with another loud click of her heel that her costume changes once more! She sheds her coat for a pair of black leather hot pants, held up with red suspenders and a matching tube top! She calls this look “Bondage Siren” and it’s perfection.

She taps her foot and bops her head, listening to the beat pick up in speed, giving her the cue to sing again.

Even if get hurt

…My future of love and life is not about to say good-bye!

Carry me!

Take me on a date through the shooting stars!

What a rare chance this is for today’s time, let’s ignite our passion!

Serena holds the microphone up to the sky, listening to her enraptured fans chant ‘hey’ with each verse. They’re so passionate tonight, making her job all that much more fun!

Fly faster!

At the speed my feelings travel for you!

They’ll spread forever!

I’ll make your heart beat faster, just trust me!

Blowing a kiss into the audience, she soaks in their adoring praise. They love her, they absolutely love her. And as the song winds down, the crowd sings along to the final verse.

_{Serena, my dearest Siren, it’s time to spread your Empress’ song. Make them worship Her.}

A wild grin spreads across Serena’s face. This is the part of the show she loves the most. When the voice of Manager Mistress commands her to begin the actual show. She’s not just a siren in name! Her song is one of not only love, but submission to her Empress

The lights dim and the spotlight illuminates her. “Anthemusa let me hear you scream for the fallen angel!” Her costume shifts for the next song: The hotpants and tube top change shape, becoming a black angelic dress. While her heels become pure white ankle boots. Two black angel wings appear on her back when she spreads her arms out wide.

Serena smiles widely listening to the screaming.

Finally free, my wings have been severed and I’ve fallen to earth.

Slowly, her wings begin to shed feathers, activating the canisters on her belt to propel her into the air, leaving behind a trail of purple gas and fallen feathers. They’re ready to hear Her song, the time draws near for the grand reveal.

Unlike the upbeat tempo of the last song, she’s not singing with a peppy sound to her voice anymore. It’s lower, distorted, filled to the brim with such delicious emotion. The Fallen Angel’s Song of Despair demands a certain attitude to it. One that she loves to spread.

Your voice won’t reach anything!

I’ll destroy it and take your body, soul, whatever I please from it!

I don’t want your heart, no, I have no interest in that pathetic thing!

With every verse sung, the audience falls deeper under her spell, slowly but surely pledging their entire beings to the Empress!

Flying ever higher, she lands on a floating platform and dances across it, spotlight illuminating her with every step being made. Serena sinks down onto one knee as if she were begging for the words to come out.

The beginning of the end echoes, heed its call, listen to its words!

The lights begin changing to match the darkening lyrics. Dark shades of red, green and blue fall over the crowd, while a hushed tone falls over them.

An Angel from the abyss calls out screaming it’s song of despair!

Standing once more she spreads her arms out, falling backwards off the platform, never letting go of her microphone. Pure black feathers fall from her back and into the crowd, just as the gas canisters on her hip activate, shooting out a trail of dark purple smoke, ensuring she lands on the stage to begin the change!

EVIL! EVIL!

Those words cause her very being to change accordingly. Her collar glows dark green, a ‘Slave’ branding suddenly evident on it. Kneeling on the stage, a single jagged and twisted horn sprouts from her head. Serena clutches her head head tightly, screaming out the passionate lyrics as her beautifully kept blonde hair changes into two long flowing twin-tails.

The microphone is the first thing to change, becoming more twisted and thorny. Her corset changes shape next, losing its color, to take on the mirrored luster of perfectly maintained leather. Crisscrossing her black sleeves, a bevy of straps and buckles tighten accordingly, eliciting a lustful moan in response. Her ankle boots grow in length, covering her thighs in shiny, tight goodness. Finally, a sleeveless crotchless leotard forms to complete her transformation. Her slave brand glows bright green in response to the transformation, sending a shiver of lust down her spine.

Her makeup is next to transform, her bright red lipstick loses its color, becoming a pale purple. Thick black dots cover her eyes, with her face becoming paler. Bright blue eyes once full of life have lost the color to them, a vacantness overtaking them. Her pure and innocent smile, twists into a maddening grin.

What innocence she once possessed is gone, ripped away and corrupted by despair.

MUSIC IS DESPAIR!

She shouts, watching as the crowd chant ‘despair’ in perfect unison. It’s impossible for her to not laugh like a madwoman right now: she’s spreading her Empress’s song to the masses through the subliminal music!

Fall into madness with my song!

Her command takes hold of them, all around Serena, her captive audience are screaming their hearts out to cheer her on.

Pledge yourselves to your Empress!

Right now they’re all mindless slaves, she could tell them to do anything and they would. Her entranced audience scream at the top of their lungs, filling the Siren with so much wonderful despair. It's enough to make a girl want to submit to a higher being!

HEAR THE SIREN’S CALL AND OBEY!

Fuuuuck, she’s so horny right now, but her cock is safely taped up. Maybe Mistress will let her cum tonight as a reward?

Lights shine all over her adoring slaves in the audience. They’ve gone quiet but continue to mindlessly pump their light sticks in the air.

Fall! Fall for the Galactic Siren!

A look of pure ecstasy overtakes her, as her glowing green crest, sends a wave of pleasure throughout her body for carrying out Her will.

Submission brings me pleasure!

I’ll enjoy it more and more, yet it’s still not enough!

Her loyal, brainwashed fans stand rapt as the holograms condition them to better serve the Empress and the Empire. Seeing all of them dead-eyed and drooling makes Serena want to cum soo badly, but that’ll come later.

Show me your struggles, your grief, your submission

The beginning of the end for us all arrives yet again.

An angel from the depths of hell, screaming ruin throughout the song.

FALL!

FALL FOR THE SIREN!

FALL INTO HER GRASP!

NEVER TO LET GO!

Thunderous, jubilant screams erupt from the audience as the commands take root. They’ll never escape the Galactic Siren now. Just like Paestum, they’re under the Empire’s complete control.

***

Serena runs the sweat towel over head and downs her bottle of water. She's always so sweaty after a show. Tonight was her best performance yet, they were eating out of her hands by the end. The science behind how her song affects people doesn't make sense to her, but it doesn't have to! Mistress said that she's an idol and idols don't need to think, just obey.

And she's just sooo right!

It's right as Serena peels off her bodysuit that Mistress walks in with a grin on Her face. Serena rushes to kneel in front of Her, kissing the black stiletto heels. "How'd I look out there, Mistress?"

Mistress pets Her nude idol's head and squeezes a breast. "You were wonderful, darling. The Empress will be pleased with your performance."

Serena moans in pleasure, kissing Her other heel. The Empress will be pleased!? Gods, those words alone make Serena's cock break free of the gaffe tape. She wants nothing more than to please the Empress! After all, it's a Siren's job to do Her bidding! "Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you, Mistress!"

"You've been such a good girl tonight, Serena. I believe you're due for a reward. After all, I am nothing if not a benevolent Mistress, am I not?" Mistress asks the silliest questions.

"You are, Mistress! Does this mean... I get to cum!?" Serena stares up at Her, pleading.

She grins, watching the eagerness in Her Idol-Slave's eyes. "I suppose you've earned it. After all: tonight is special my dear." She snaps Her fingers, pointing to Her high-heels. "Worship them."

“An idol must always do what her Manager commands."

Getting to worship Her heels is the best part of being Her Idol-Slave. Just one whiff of them makes Serena’s head feel fuzzy. She’s done her best to not stare at them or even think about them all night, but now she’s in heaven. Those leather stilettos hold in the most divine pantyhosed feet, that make her mouth water, remembering the taste of.

Lowering her head, she begins coating the right toebox in a fine layer of saliva, paying extra attention to not let her tongue touch Mistress’s foot. A soft lust-filled moan, leaves Serena’s mouth as the taste of leather hits her tongue.

If anyone were watching right now, they would be shocked at the sight of a "pure and chaste idol" moaning like a slut for high heels. Thing is, she is a slut! Mistress's Slut! An idol must strive to preserve the image of purity, except of course, in private, when her owner allows her to shed the mask.

Her tongue moves across the vamp, allowing her to inhale the majestic scent of leather. Every taste and sniff drives her brain that much more wild. This is even better than sex with Mistress, she swears!

Mistress snaps, pointing to Her left heel, prompting Serena to switch her focus. The fresh leather on her tongue makes her cock throb with need. Her tongue carefully cleans the heel, making the leather shine once more. Moving up to the quarter, she repeats the same thing, worshiping the heels of a goddess with the reverence they deserve. They should be perfectly clean, so that even the ground that She walks on is as perfect as She is. There’s a certain taste to the leather that is enough to make Serena need to cum! It’s salty, but not overtly. She can still taste the polish that she carefully applied last night. It makes the fuzziness in her head that much thicker.

By the time she’s finished with the second heel, it shines just as beautifully as the first. She feels like she could get lost staring into them, but another snap wakes her up. “Serena, fuck them.”

She wraps herself around Mistress’s leg, letting a high-pitched moan out. When those beautiful black leather heels touch Serena’s cock, she’s overcome with lustful joy. “An idol must learn to love leather and latex.” Another of Her rules. It makes so much sense!

Obedience brings its own rewards, like this! Serena presses her cock against the black leather, grinding against the outsole. Her body shivers with pent-up desire as she fucks it. There’s nothing better than fucking it. She needs to fuck it!

Every time she rocks her hips, her cock feels even better than before, making that fuzziness in her head even thicker. Her head is empty, she’s so close and so needy. “Fuuuuuuck, Mistress y-your heels are just sooo good!” As she moans that, she’s silenced with a single finger. She stares up at Mistress, in the middle of a call. "Send her through, have her wait down the hall, we're just finishing up here." Serena doesn’t mind, after all, Mistress knows best.

Need to cum so bad. Just gotta wait. Mistress is still talking to someone. But it’s haaaard! And Serena’s is haaaaard too! Every thrust of her cock against those beautiful perfect heels of a goddess brings her closer to an orgasm.

Mistress only stares down at Her Idol-Slave and laughs. “Beg for it.”

“M-MISTRESS! PLEASE! I-I NEEEED TO CUM!” Serena’s needy words and expression only make Her laugh more. “P-PLEASE, MISTRESS! I’LL DO ANYTHING TO CUM!”

She raises an eyebrow. “Mm. If I allow you to cum, then you’ll have to be my assistant for a new pet project. How does that sound?”

How does that sound? That sounds, “SO GOOD, YES, MISTRESS! I’LL DO IT! I’LL DO ANYTHING! PLEASEEEEEE!”

Mistress pets Serena’s head, smiling. "Then, I want you to cum for me, Serena, you've been such a good girl!" Those words cause her to shoot out a large load onto the shiny black leather toebox. She brings to heel to her mouth, a hungry look on her face as she begins to clean the heel with her tongue. The taste of leather, polish and cum mix together, really making her head spin. The sensation brings a blinding, numbing whiteness that threatens to overtake her vision...

Then, as Serena blinks, she's...fully dressed and walking down the hall. Too much polish makes her empty head hurt! Wait, that means they're in public! Okay, Serena, time to be the bubbly happy go lucky idol who definitely isn't enslaving people!

"Sir, where are we going?" She asks, the words slurring. Her head still feels fuzzy. If not for Mistress Manager to hold her hand she would be totally lost right now.

"Oh, Serena. My dear, sweet Serena. We're going to meet a prospective co-star." Manager chuckles softly, as if She were reading Serena’s mind. Co-star...? But— "Oh, but don't worry dear: I'm not looking to replace you. Just stop thinking, and listen to me, okay?"

"Yes, Sir." Serena obediently responds, practically skipping down the hall, holding Manager's hand. Manager's knows best, because She's helped Serena for so many years! They've been since... since... since... Well, she can't actually remember. It's like there's some sort of weird static over her memories. Honestly, she can't even remember what Paestum was like, which is weird, because didn't she grow up there?

Oh well! It was probably just too boring to remember!

For every staffer they pass in the halls, she greets them with her trademark smile and double peace signs! Always gotta make a good impression, even on the staff! They're the ones making the magic happen, she's just the cute singer on the stage!

"Where are we going anyway, Sir?" Serena knows better than to question Her, but it's okay, because curiosity is normal, right?

Manager grins, stopping at a door. "I've taken the liberty of setting up my office here during our residency. After all, a manager's work is never done, right?"

"Right!" Serena waits patiently while Manager uses a thumb print to unlock the door. Weird, guess they have top notch security here? Inside is a totally normal office, though: a big, spinny chair sits behind an imposing, lacquered wood desk made of rich mahogany, with two smaller, straight-legged chairs across from it; a small, jet black leather couch sits in the corner near the door; and lush, luxurious carpeting sprawls over the hardwood floors. There's a really nice smell that Serena can't quite point to, but it feels familiar.

"Now, then… Have a seat and get comfortable. You just got off stage not long ago, so would you like a mineral water?" Of course She would offer that. She knows how much that relaxes Serena, after all!

"Yes, please, Sir!" She sits down in one of the smaller chairs, crossing her legs and getting comfortable. With a soft, relaxed sigh, she lays back in her chair, while Manager hands her a mineral water. "So, who's the 'prospective co-star', you wanted me to meet, Sir?" An idol is always to mind her manners, even in private.

Manager sits down at the desk sporting a soft grin to Her expression. “She’s a girl we’ve been looking at for quite some time. In fact, she’s from this colony. I have no doubts that the two of you will get along.” Well, if Manager says they’ll get along, they definitely will, right?

There's a knock at the door. Manager presses a button on her desk, and the door slides open.

Serena sees a young girl in the doorway, unsure of if she should enter. The girl stands a few inches shorter than her. What strikes Serena the most is that she's wearing... a school uniform?

Is she…a kid? Ughhhhh, can’t let the mask drop that means.

“Serena, I’d like to introduce you to Sara Renault. Ah, but don’t let the schoolgirl appearance fool you, she’s not a minor. Are you, Sara?” Manager ushers Sara in with a smile.

“N-No, Ma’am! I’m eighteen, almost nineteen, in fact! I-I can’t believe I get to meet the Galactic Siren herself!” Sara quickly takes the other seat, trying to contain her excitement. “It’s such an honor to meet you! I’ve been following your career since you first started! And that show was just sooo amazing!”

Oh. She’s a fangirl! That’s easy peasy to deal with!

Serena smiles, offering a wave. “Please, the honor is all mine! I’m glad you enjoyed the show, because I had such a great time performing up there! What was your favorite song?” Sara is only a few years younger than her, which is odd, because Serena assumed she was much younger.

Sara quickly takes the other seat, trying—and failing—to contain her excitement. She's vibrating with the anxious nerves of getting her big break, fingers plucking at the braid of blue hair that cascades down her right shoulder. “Oh! It was Intergalactic Lover! I loved your costume too, that dress was sooo cute! Could I get a picture so I can tell me friends I actually got to meet you, please!?” Definitely excitable, too.

“Sara, we’re actually here to discuss you. I believe Serena’s performance can wait until we’ve ironed this all out.” Manager takes a sip of water, staring at Sara. “If you’re still willing, that is?”

Sara shoots up nervously and nods. “Y-Y-Y-YES MA’AM! I…I, um, yes. T-that is!”

She’s adorable, there’s no getting around that fact. But Serena can definitely see why Manager would be interested in Sara based on looks alone. Manager’s eye for talent is second to none. After all, She did scout Serena!

Well, found her living on the streets, but still! She owes her entire life to Her!

Manager chuckles. “Please, please, Lillian is fine, after all, I work for you.”Wow! Serena hasn’t been allowed to call Her L…L…L…That name, in like, forever! She can’t even think that name without…pain in her head. “I’ve watched your performances closely, Sara. I must say you have a raw talent so few possess. In fact, I would go so far as to say that only Serena would rival that.” She gets a little closer, staring into Sara’s eyes. “But if you’ll let me, I’d like to mold you into the perfect companion for Serena. I firmly believe the two of you can spread your song all throughout the galaxy.”

Sara’s eyes light up with stars, which is really cute! “You really think so, Miss Lillian?”

“Oh, but of course dear, though, I suppose I should warn you: If you agree to this, you won’t be the same person afterwards.” Manager Mistress folds Her hands against Her chin, watching Sara’s reaction.

“R-Right! I want to be an idol, Miss Lillian, please take me on!” This little cutie will be fun to break. Serena can’t wait to bring her into the world of servitude to Mistress!

“Serena, would you be a dear and help your junior get acquainted with things?” Mistress snaps Her fingers and Serena immediately leans over, kissing Sara’s lips. Sure, the cute little junior tries to squirm and resist, but she falls silent just as quickly. “I do apologize for this Sara. I wasn’t lying when I said you’d become an idol. However, you aren’t ready for the full truth just yet.”

With another snap of Her perfect fingers, Serena breaks the kiss with a satisfied grin on her face. Sara sits, unmoving, the paralysis of getting sexually assaulted by her favorite idol mingling with the paralytic toxin in Serena's lipstick.

“Did I do good, Mistress?” Serena smiles wide, bouncing in her seat.

Mistress grins. “You’re a good girl, Serena. Would you like another treat, dear?”

Serena nods obediently! “Please, Mistress?”

“Take Sara to the couch in the corner and strip her. I’d like to see what I’m working with.” Mistress snaps, and Serena hurriedly obeys. This little cutiepie is really light; looks like Serena’s workouts have been paying off!

Sara cries and weakly struggles. “S-Serena, what are you doing? L-Let me go! Please, you’re hurting me!” It’s so cute that she thinks Serena will let go! Her orders are absolute, but gosh, it makes her miss when She first came along.

“My, my, such a feisty one… I believe the Empress will be pleased with my latest acquisition.” Mistress chuckles, watching the two from Her desk. “Oh, but don’t worry Sara, you’ll be just as happy as Serena soon! In fact, I guarantee it!”

“Miss Lillian, please don’t do this to me! I-I—“

Mistress interrupts the poor soon-to-be-junior with a laugh. “You’ll scream, hm? Oh, don’t worry about that, it’s soundproofed in here. But because you’re amusing, I’ll let you in on a little secret: this is the real Serena. She’s not under mind control. On the contrary, I’ve groomed her for years to be the Empress’ Siren and my personal sex pet. Isn’t that right, Serena?”

Serena nods, with a big smile on her face. “Sorry Sara, I know we just met, but I’m like suuuper impure!” She drops her own skirt to the floor, showing off her lack of panties, but more importantly her crest! “Kinky, huh? Don’t worry, once you come to see the light, you’ll get one too!”

"See? Serena is here of her own free will," Mistress says, wrapping her arms around Serena. "She serves me because she chooses to, and—most importantly—she loves me. Don't you want to be in love, Sara? I can turn you into a star, just like I did for Serena. And then you'll know The Empress' love, like we all do. Mistress is so right. She’s the one who created Serena after all.

The truth is that Serena is a fabrication. Once upon a time, there was a young boy left to fend for himself on the streets—discarded and treated like nothing more than a broken toy. Life was awful: he went to sleep most nights with an empty stomach, sobbing as his "betters" passed him on street. Then, She came along. She said the young boy had talent, and that She would nurture it. And true to Her word, she did! Sure, it took years of training, but She never stopped loving Serena.

The crest is just a symbol of Her love!

Sara lays there, pinned down by her senior. She hasn’t stopped crying, but the squirming stopped. Poor girl, she’s fighting Mistress, because she hasn’t experienced Her love yet.

Mistress walks over to them, inspecting the goods of Her newest idol, which prompts Serena to kneel on the ground next to Her. Noticing Sara’s tears, Mistress lifts the girl’s chin with Her index finger. “What’s wrong? Didn’t you want this?”

“P-Please… let me go…M-Miss L-Lillian, th-this is wrong!!” Sara cries, struggling against her captors.

“If it’s so wrong, then why are you so hard?” She strokes the poor girl’s cock, laughing as She removes the bow from ribbon from Sara’s braid.“If anything, you should be thankful. I’m about to uproot you from your boring life here and turn you into a galactic superstar! Don’t you want to share the stage with your idol?” Without a word of warning, the ribbon is tied tightly around her cock.

“I… I-I don’t—I don’t know!” Sara cries, but can’t do much else. “… Please… I-I won’t tell anyone if you let me GOOOOO—“ She moans at the sensation of Mistress’s hand on her girlcock.

Another snap of the fingers; Serena stands at attention, ready to deliver her Mistress’s will. “Yes, Mistress?”

Mistress pets Serena’s head. “Good girl, now I believe it’s time to share with her my gift, don’t you? Right desk drawer, second down.”

“Yes, Mistress!” From the desk drawer she pulls out a syringe with a purple glowing liquid in it. It's mesmerizing to look at, reminding her of the love the Empress has for all of Her slaves. Soon she'll have a cute junior to dominate and fuck and play with! She doesn't let herself get distracted, though, delivering the syringe back to Mistress and taking her place by Her side.

"Thank you, Serena," Mistress says, leaning closer to Sara as her hand continues to stroke. Sara groans, trying once last time to fight. "P-PLEASEEEE OH...OH...GODS PLEASE! N-NO!" Mistress traps Sara's cock in a vice-like grip, watching the vein bulge for a moment. "You'll make a good partner, Sara," she coos, before slipping the needle into the vein and depressing the plunger. Sara lets out a sharp, needy whine, wanting so badly to cum. Disobedient idols aren’t allowed orgasms!

Then she's out cold, slumping over on the small couch. “Serena, please grab her, it’s time to bring her home.”

***

When Serena opens her eyes, the first thing she notices is Mistress standing over her with a sweet smile on Her face. She’s always so sweet, waking Serena, so she doesn’t sleep in and miss the daily agenda. An idol’s work is never done!

The second thing thing that she notices is that she’s naked? That’s weird, she doesn’t remember taking off her clothes. “What time is it, Sir?” She clears the crust from her eyes and yawns.

Manager Mistress chuckles lightly, petting Serena’s head. “You’ve been so very obedient, so I allowed you to sleep in until ten.” Ten!? Wow, She never lets her sleep in that late!

But that does mean no beach day, because she’ll need to help Mistress Manager break in the new girl. Ughhh, and Anthemusa has such good beaches, too!

“Manager, what happened to Sara?” Serena slides out of bed and stretches. Nothing like a good nights sleep after a great show to make you feel like a million bucks!

“Serena darling, please, just call me Mistress. After all, you’re my loyal slave, aren’t you?” Mistress is right, Serena is her loyal slave! That’s why she wears Her collar and does what She says! “But as for Sara, why don’t I show you?”

“I’d love that, Mistress!” Part of her thinks she should feel guilty for what’s being done to Sara...

Eh. Guilt, schmilt! submission is soooo rewarding! And it feels even better than ‘doing the right thing’!

A visor sits on her face, something flickering and pulsing and casting geometric shapes onto the girl's face. A thick band of wires snakes from it down to the floor, winding along the ground before curling up and into a rack of cutting-edge servers.

Mistress pulls up a holo-terminal on Her right arm and begins typing away. In seconds, the visor lifts away from Sara's head. A blank expression marks her face. She stares at the two, not moving, not even blinking, as her mouth and cock leak—spit from the former, and precum from the latter.

“What’s she doing in there, Mistress?” Serena doesn’t recall ever having to sit in one of those contraptions.

Mistress laughs, petting Serena’s head. “Oh, she’s just getting the needed conditioning to be the perfect idol, just like you. I can’t quite have her on the same regiment as you yet.”

She nods, staring at the blank-faced Sara. “Is she okay, Mistress? She seems…out of it?”

“That’s because she’s still deep in trance. Why don’t you wake her up, dear? After all, I want you both to get better acquainted.” Mistress smirks, smacking Serena’s perfectly toned ass.

She squeaks at the smack, giggling. “Yes, Mistress! Of course!”

Carefully laying her adorable junior down on the ground, Serena pinches one of Sara’s nipples. She doesn’t respond, but that’s to be expected, she had such a busy night that she’s probably super out of it! Serena doesn’t stop there, though. She grabs hold of Sara’s gorgeous girlcock and strokes it, listening for the reaction sure to come.

Gosh, Serena’s just so lucky to have such an adorable junior in her care. Together they’ll get to spread the Empress’ influence and serve Mistress at the same time, what more could a galactic idol ask for?

"W-What happened? Where am I? S-Serena!?" Sara tries to cover her naked body, even as Serena notices the way her junior's gaze roams over Serena's naked body. "P-please! Let me go--" Serena interrupts her with a deep passionate kiss to the lips, holding her junior tight, refusing to break the kiss, despite the adorable protests. Silly girl, she'll come to love these soon! Her hand reaches over to Sara's girlcock, stroking it again. It's so hard and smells so good.

"Good girl, Serena," croons Mistress. "Be sure to help her see the error of her ways. Swallow all her doubts." Swallow her doubts... Serena's eyes light up. "Mistress, does this mean I can suck her off!?" "Of course, dear." Mistress pulls up a chair and watches Her idols closely. "Consider it the audition for the new duo."

That's all the encouragement Serena needs to put Sara's delicious looking cock in her mouth. Girlcock always hits so different. There's a slightly different taste to it that makes Serena so hard! If she were wearing clothes right now, there might even be a tent in her lace panties!

Sara gasps, staring in horror at her senior’s conduct. “S-Serena please, no!” She cries out in horror, but her body is telling another story; She loves this! Those little squirms and the moaning are telling the truth! It’s okay though, she’ll come to accept it, like Serena did! “P-PLEASEEEEE—N… N… No”

“This must be a wonderful experience for a fan like you!” Her tongue rolls around the cute junior’s cockhead like it was a lollipop. It tastes just as sweet too! Even better are the cute moans coming from Sara, who’s trying to deny how much this is turning her on.

She snaps Her fingers, bringing Serena to attention. “Serena, I want you to ride her.”

Sara stares in horror, attempting to crawl away, but every attempt ends the same: With Mistress stomping on her hands with Her perfect heels. And when Sara screams out in pain, She shows no reaction to the younger idol’s pain, only leaning back in Her chair to enjoy the show.

“Now, now, if you continue to act out, I will have no choice but to hurt you further. And I’d much rather not tarnish the soft supple skin of an idol; it would be a hassle to clean up." Mistress says it sweetly, because She’s concerned for Her property, after all! “Serena, please, continue what I had ordered.”

“Yes, Mistress!” Serena doesn’t waste any time, rolling Sara onto her back once again. “Sorry, Sara, but this is for your own good!” Serena giggles, hovering above her cute junior’s girlcock. Slowly, she lowers herself so that just the tip of the younger idol’s cock was pressed against her entrance.

“Please… Serena… n… no…” Sara’s protests are cute, but since she said please—Serena drops down, taking as much of the junior’s cock as it was possible to take. She groans at the feeling of that big meaty cock inside of her, it’s just so filling. There were only a few centimeters between the two idols, but she certainly isn’t complaining about that!

Serena falls forward, catching herself by planting her hands on her adorable junior’s shoulders. She takes a soft, steadying breath, slowly adjusting to the feeling of the cock inside of her. Sure, she’s had cock inside of her before, mostly Mistress’ after a job well done, but this—this is different. Serena’s never gotten to ride another idol before and she wants to really savor it.

The beginning of the end echoes, heed its call, listen to its words!

Sara’s eyes go wide at the realization of what song her idol is singing, she tries to cover her ears, but Mistress shoots her a glare to stop that. She’s helpless now, all that’s left is to help her fall like her senior did!

“Nghh, S-Serena… p-please…” Sara’s protests are so cute, but it’s already too late for her. One listen to the Siren Song and you’re under her spell. Two listens to it and you’re bewitched!

An Angel from the abyss calls out screaming it’s song of despair!

Sara goes limp, a happy blank look on her face, as the song starts to take effect. That just gives Serena more time to happily bounce on her junior’s cock, moaning just a little at the fullness. And then, she shifts her hips from side to side, forcing the cock inside of her to move around. “C’mon Sara, don’t you just want to fall into the abyss with me? We can serve Mistress forever!”

The cutie underneath her doesn’t respond, too caught up in listening to the corrupting song stuck in her little brain. Leaning forward, she starts playing with the helpless girls’ breasts. They’re just so small and cute! And her little moans? Perfection!

EVIL! EVIL!

“Aww, Sara, don’t you see? I’m evil! And you can be too! Just sing along with me, okay!?” Serena cackles, bouncing on the cock inside of her. It’s so tight inside of her, but so, so delicious! “Come on, you can do it! Just follow my lead, okay?”

Lifting her hands off of Sara’s chest, Serena starts playing with her own breasts, slowly massaging and teasing her stiff nipples. “What’s wrong, Sara? Didn’t you want to fuck your idol? You can’t tell me that you don’t want to submit to the Siren! ‘Cause we both know you do!”

Sara doesn’t respond, silently mouthing the words to the corrupting song. Serena’s bouncing picks up speed, realizing just how close her junior is to snapping. It’s just gonna take a teensy weensy little push to get her there! “You should listen to your senior, when she tells you that all you gotta do is submit!”

MUSIC IS DESPAIR!

MUSIC IS LUST!

Without missing a beat, Sara immediately gives a twisted response to her senior, unleashing her song onto the world. She grips Serena’s hips tightly, digging her nails deep into the senior’s soft, supple skin. “I WANT TO FALL YOU WITH SERENA!” And then, as if to give her response to Mistress, Sara furiously starts to fuck Serena. “MUSIC IS LUST AND I’LL SPREAD THESE LUSTFUL FEELINGS TO OUR ADORING SLAVES!” That happy, blank smile on Sara’s face twists itself into a lustful expression, worthy of a siren.

If Serena is the Siren of Despair, then it looks her partner is Lust. Gods, Sara is just so sexy now! Not that she wasn’t before, especially those moans of denial. But now? Fuuuck, she’s fallen and has become just like her idol!

They can share the stage forever!

Fall into madness with our song!

Serena moans and writhes, biting her lip to stop herself from screaming out in pleasure. Gods, she’s so close, she just wants to cum and be cummed in! “S-Saraaaaa!”

Sara giggles. “Gosh, Serena, you feel so good inside of me! It’s hard to believe I get to fuck my idol!” She pulls Serena down against her chest, planting a deep kiss onto her lips. “Mistress! I’ll serve you! I’ll be yours forever!”

Pledge yourselves to our Empress!

HEAR THE SIREN’S CALL AND OBEY!

Sara slips free of her senior’s ass, licking her lips with a hungry look. “You feel so good, Serena, but I’ve got a better idea.” The two idols share a dance of ecstasy, rubbing and pushing against each other. “S… So… CLOSE!” Sara’s cock is small, but she knows exactly what buttons to push to get Serena going. She presses hard against Serena’s girlcock, rocking her hips in-time with her senior. The two of them share a long, lewd tongue kiss, they can’t get enough of other each others mouths!

Serena presses her cock against her juniors, giving her everything into the kiss as the orgasm finally takes hold, ending with the two of them shooting their hot loads all over the other’s stomach. Sara stares down at the mixture of fluids all over the two of them, she doesn’t say anything at first, but she absolutely laughs!

“Oh my gods, I… I did it, didn’t I? I’m… I’m just like you now!?” Sara finally calms herself down, kissing Serena again. Even after their shared orgasm, they’re still rubbing at each other, refusing to let go of the other. It’s love! They’re in love!

Serena giggles, groping her junior’s perky tits. “You fell like I told you to!”

Sara smiles blankly, finally collapsing on the ground, holding her senior tightly, as she lay next to her, cuddling up tight. “It feels… amazing. I-I’m sorry for trying to resist the lust!” She lays her head on Serena’s chest and yawns.

“My, my, you’ve done so wonderfully, Serena. And just look at the two of you cuddling, looking almost like lovers.” Mistress laughs, petting their heads. “Sara: I’m pleased to see that you’ve accepted my gift finally. Normally, I might make you apologize for such a display earlier. However, I’m feeling generous. So, tell me: What is your purpose as a Siren?”

“To spread the Empress’ song across the galaxy, Mistress!” Sara beams, feeling the same warm feelings that Serena feels from submission. “We serve her and you, Mistress!”

Mistress scoops up a load of Her idols’ cum with a finger and smiles. “Mm, you both taste delicious. Serena, take your new junior and help her shower. Tonight, we’ll begin her collaring and give her, her crest.”

Serena squeals! That’s her favorite part! She still remembers Mistress collaring her, and fuuuuck adding the crest was just so wonderful! “Yes, Mistress!” Serena nudges Sara. “C’mon, what do you have to say to Mistress?”

“Yes, Mistress! Thank you so much, Mistress!” That lustful smile is still all over Sara’s face. Serena can’t help but makeout with it again! When their tongues intertwine, the two of them moan into the others mouth, sharing their love for the other.

Mistress laughs watching the sight. “Unfortunately, Serena has pressers in two hours, and you, Sara, I need to begin your training. After all, if you’re to share the stage with Serena, you’ll need to keep up with her, won’t you?” Mistress grins, knowing full well that She’s broken the cutie pie.

“Yes Mistress, please, I-I want to be like my senior!” Sara is already hard again and it takes Serena so much restraint to not suck off her cute junior right here and now. Not unless Mistress says so!

_***

_{Serena, Sara, my dear Sirens, it is time to spread your Empress’ song. Make them worship Her.}

As the idol duo finish their second song, those words blare through their empty heads. The lights dim as the change begins for them both. Serena’s dress dissolves in a flash, a tight black latex corset forming on her waist, her breasts are laid bare for the world to see. Her heels twist themselves, growing into a pair of black thigh high boots, with a purple stripe running down them. A simple pair of black panties slide onto her body, hanging low enough to show off her caged cock and glowing purple brand. Finally, a pair of cuffs tighten themselves onto her wrists and ankles, binding her in submission to her superiors.

Her fluffy blonde hair loses its volume and color. The now pale blonde hair gains bright purple stripes throughout. A white veil covers her face, completing her transformation of Despair.

Sara’s transformation is similar to her senior’s. The modest costume is torn away, a black leather corset replacing her school girl uniform, blue X pasties cover her nipples. After all, a Siren has no need for modesty. Much like her partner, her groin has been left uncovered, showing off her glowing blue brand and her caged cock. Long black thigh high boots with blue striping form, replacing the flats she once wore. A lewd moan escapes her throat, as cuffs materialize, tightening along her wrists and ankles.

The junior idol’s hair changes next, her braid disappears in a flash of light Her blue hair loses its purity, twisting and growing until its as dark as her soul. Two long twintails reach down past her arms, while a wicked grin spreads across her face. Makeup that she spent hours perfecting changes accordingly, a blue and black spot appearing over her eyes. Lust is born in seconds, ready to pleasure her senior.

A shiny metallic chain leads from one of the idol’s black cock cage to the other. It represents their submission, not only to their owner, but to their Empress. Now comes the fun part, spreading Her gospel and creating more slaves for Her!

Junior and Senior kiss, a trail of saliva stretches from their tongues, once broken. Their collars shine purple and blue, beginning the fall of yet another colony in Her name. Entranced by the song and depraved display of two idols making out on the stage, the crowd roars to life, forever enslaved to the Empress, just like they are!

Music is life, love; it is our very basis for submission to Her.