The Path of Insinua
Part Two (a): Home Videos
Insinua reclined languidly in the opulent, king-sized bed that was ostensibly owned by Darren and Veronica Cain. In truth, though, everything in their mansion in the Hills now belonged to her. Not officially, of course. Officially, everything would stay in her slaves’ names. Less suspicion, that way. Less risk. But owning a pair of millionaires, possibly billionaires—she would need to to check—carried with it a great many benefits.
The red-headed villainess closed her eyes and relished the moment. She was completely naked, laying atop the blankets, slowly running her hands over her curves. This is what she had always dreamed of. The money and the comfort, sure, but she could have gotten that through other means. She was beautiful and sexy enough to have married some rich man, been his arm candy for a couple of years, then stayed or left according to her whims. She could have used her meta-human manifestation to transfer vast sums of money to her personal . But while all of that was nice, it meant little without the total control she felt right now.
Insinua turned her head to her right. There, standing like statues at the side of her new bed, were her slaves, Darren and Veronica Cain, better known to the citizens of Veneba City as Tenebraen and Veil. They had been two of the first superheroes to take arms against the crime in this city. They had a wide-spread reputation as two of the most stalwart, most dedicated defenders of the people, for years. Their devotion to justice was second to none, or had been, until it was replaced with devotion to Insinua.
Now, they stood there, naked and waiting for a command, any command, from their new goddess. A part of her wanted to think of them as pathetic, but that was unfair. She knew exactly how powerful her subliminal programing was, and how many years these two, and countless others besides, had exposed themselves to it. Insinua had been very careful, and very patient, running her subliminals for years and years before she was ready to make her move. Now, though, it was time to reap the rewards of her patience.
Besides, she thought, it’s hard to think of two people as pathetic when they looked this good. Insinua ran her eyes over her newest slaves and couldn’t help but be impressed. Although both were in their early forties and neither were meta-humans, they both still looked like the Platonic Ideal of the perfect porn stars. Always very sexually active and thoroughly bisexual, Insinua simply could not believe her luck. She had not planned on taking these two first. She had hoped, of course, that someone useful and interesting would show up at the museum yesterday, but things had gone better than she could have hoped for.
Tenebraen’s body was chiseled and muscular. This was a man who took care of himself, eating right and exercising religiously. He had none of the stereotypical “dad gut” so often associated with men of his age, and in fact had virtually no fat on his entire body. But while Insinua had some appreciation for eye candy, she was, ultimately, a practical woman. And as much as Tenebraen had size where it didn’t matter, he had even more where it did. His cock was long and thick, healthy and robust, and even knowing that she owned it—and him—completely, she could still barely keep herself from swooning at the sight of it.
And Veil, too, was a walking wet dream. Her long, dark hair framed a face so beautiful that it could never go out of style. Her stomach and legs were thin and toned, but with just enough softness to them to maintain their feminine allure. Her ass was nicely rounded and her pussy was tantalizingly inviting. But when it came to Insinua’s taste in women, the thing that really sent her over the edge was Veil’s breasts, which were, for lack of a better word, perfect. They were large and full, with only the slightest sag to them to give them the most thrilling bounce when she walked, ran, or bounced on her husband’s cock.
She had been in their house—her house, for all intents and purposes—for a bit under a day now. After taking control of Tenebraen on the museum rooftop, and simultaneously taking Veil through the comm system in her husband’s suit, Insinua and Tenebraen had made their exit in the helicopter she had brought as an escape. A quick scramble of the police systems had made them completely lose her trail, and, after stashing her take at her safehouse, she made her new slave take her to his home.
The Cain Mansion was not only built in the Hills, as in one of the richest areas of Veneba City, but was actually built into the hills. A system of tunnels led from the back of the mansion, through the hills behind it, and down into several strategic locations below. This was what allowed Tenebraen and Veil to come and go without leading villains or the police directly back to them. It was through these systems of tunnels, which had remained a secret for all the time Tenebraen had been a superhero, that he led his new mistress to his home.
As Insinua and Tenebraen had entered the Cain Mansion, the first thing they saw was Veronica Cain, the superheroine Veil, kneeling naked waiting for her new goddess. Insinua had run a hand through the other woman’s dark hair, smiled at her, and then directed her to lick her mistress’s pussy. She had ordered the muscular Tenebraen to her weight as his wife ate her out. Both of her slaves obeyed without hesitation, and what followed was a long night of carnal pleasure, with the two submissive heroes following every direction the villainess gave them.
The entire next day, Insinua had treated them like servants. The once-proud heroes were made to give her a tour of her new property. She made them kneel at her feet as they divulged every piece of personal information she could think to ask about. The first hero of Veneba massaged her feet lovingly as his wife made Insinua breakfast. She alternated between pleasure for herself and humiliation for her slaves, and now they both stood, awaiting her next whim.
Through the haze of lust and power she had been operating in throughout the past day, Insinua suddenly realized she had forgotten something important. “Slaves,” she began, “where is this daughter you told me about?”
“I received a text from her yesterday, Mistress,” Veronica said. “She is staying with a friend in the City for a few days. She said she would be back on Sunday.”
It was Friday night now. Insinua nodded slowly. She wanted to conquer Danica Cain, also apparently known as the new superheroine Fugue, sooner rather than later. Fugue was a wildcard in Insinua’s current plans. Tenebraen had already told Insinua that Fugue was a meta-human, and a telepath, at that, which made her dangerous until the supervillain could activate the subliminally implanted trigger phrases. Still, Insinua found herself licking her lips. Controlling two heroes like Tenebraen and Veil was exciting, but controlling another meta? Now that was hot.
“Slave Veil?”
“Yes, Mistress?” Veil answered eagerly.
“I want to see what dish you are serving me. Go find me the sexiest picture of your daughter that you have.”
“Yes, Mistress,” Veronica said, and moved quickly out of what had once been their master bedroom, but was now their Mistress’s bedroom.
As the other woman left, Insinua turned herself around so that she was lying on her stomach facing the foot of the bed. She beckoned Darren to step forward so that he was close enough to touch, and then reached out and started to run just one finger up and down her obedient slave’s cock. She felt it twitch beneath her touch, and she spent a few short moments just teasing him.
“So, tell me something, slave,” Insinua said. “Have you ever thought about fucking your own daughter?”
“No, Mistress,” Tenebraen said, as casually as if she had asked him if he’d eaten yet that day.
“Really?” She said, grabbing hold of the tip of his cock and giving it a loving squeeze. “Is she attractive?”
“She’s beautiful, Mistress, but it’s wrong. She’s my daughter.”
Insinua gave a little non-committal noise that was more like a verbal shrug, and then started slowly stroking her sex slave’s dick. “So you have no interest in fucking your own daughter’s brains out?”
“No, Mistress,” Darren said, his breathing beginning to respond to her attentions.
“And,” Insinua said, hanging on the word for a moment as she flicked the tip of his cock with her thumb. “What would you do if I ordered you to fuck her?”
“I’d fuck her immediately, Mistress.”
The redhead smiled a contented smile. “And why is that?”
“Because you are my Mistress, and I am your sex slave,” he said. “You command, and I obey.”
“Very good, slave,” Insinua said. “That makes me very happy.” She started picking up her pace as she looked up at him. “And you know what happens when you make me happy, don’t you, slave?”
Tenebraen did not say anything, but he nodded enthusiastically, a dumb, self-contented look coming over his face. Insinua kept stroking her slave, although after a minute or so she decided to be cruel, and thus ordered him not to cum until she gave him permission. That was why, when Veronica Cain finally came back into the room with a picture of their daughter, she found her husband breathing heavily, tears threatening his eyes, as the pain in his engorged member was outweighing the pleasure.
Insinua beckoned Veil over, and had her hold up the picture she had found so that both Insinua and Tenebraen could see. It was a picture of Veronica and Danica together at the beach. Veronica was wearing a more conservative one-piece swimsuit, but her eighteen-year-old daughter was wearing a skimpy bikini that left little to the imagination. And, where the naked Veronica here was like a professional porn star, the Danica that Insinua saw in the picture was a living, breathing goddess. Perfect face, perfect stomach, perfect tits, perfect everything. Insinua smiled as she thought about owning this immaculate beauty.
Insinua took the frame from Veil and lowered it, so that the picture of Danica’s was lined up with Tenebraen’s cock. Then, slowly, she leaned up to put her mouth next to his ear and whispered, “Cum for your Mistress!”
With a roar, Darren Cain exploded all over the image of his daughter’s face. The exhaustion took him, and Insinua allowed him to fall forward, faceplanting onto the mattress. Insinua chuckled at the image of the once-mighty hero lying there, almost unconscious on his bed, ass in the air. The cruelest part of her almost wished that she had a strap-on dildo at hand, to give the hero the ultimate humiliation, but as she thought about her two slaves, with bodies like porn stars, she came up with a better idea.
“Slave Veil,” she said. “Do you and your husband keep a video camera in the house?”
“Yes, Mistress,” Veronica answered without a thought.
Insinua smiled broadly. “Then I think it’s high time we make a couple of home movies.”
Two hours later, Insinua was playing the role of director in her very own porno shoot. The mere thought of ordering around these two virtuous defenders of right and justice into whatever depraved acts of lust she could think of was, without a doubt, the sexiest thing she had ever imagined. She knew that porn versions of the two heroes existed. They were, in fact, frequent targets of porn parody on the Net. But Insinua intended to give those hero fetishists a taste of the real thing.
The first scene the supervillain put together was a solo one with Veil. The scene started with the heroine, fully dressed in her actual, authentic superheroine costume, addressing the camera directly. She addressed the viewer, chastising them for objectifying her by watching all of those porn versions. After nearly three minutes of her lecturing this assumed viewer, her tone shifted to a teasing tone, and eventually a seductive one. That’s when Insinua signaled her to start her strip tease.
Off camera, Tenebraen turned on some sensual music while Veil started to move with the beat. She had never been to a strip club before, but she had gotten into stripping for Darren years earlier, and she had developed her own sort of style. She moved slowly, running her hands over her impressive curves as she got more and more into it. By the time she actually started peeling off her costume, even Insinua was getting excited.
Veil continued to dance, swaying slowly and teasing as much as she could. Eventually, though, she found herself completely naked except for her mask, which Insinua had instructed her to leave on. Once she got that far, she crawled up on the bed and began masturbating, talking dirty to the camera and encouraging the viewer to stroke along with her. After nearly ten minutes of this, Insinua decided that she wanted to move on to bigger and better things, and gave Veronica the signal to finish. Veil did so, orgasming ionately until she finally came down. She finished off by winking seductively at the camera, and Insinua turned the video off.
The second video featured both of the heroes. Insinua gave them a basic story and told them to act it out as best they could. In this scene, Veil came into shot monologuing about her night on patrol, mentioning that it was a quiet night and she was aching for some action. Then a costumed Tenebraen came in holding his neck. Veil expressed concern, asking him what happened, and he told her that he had stopped a robbery, but they had gotten some shots in and he was a little stiff. Veil, of course, took this little double entendre and ran with it, leading to a hot blowjob, a steamy pussy-licking, and a nice, long sex scene.
By this time, Insinua was getting thoroughly aroused herself, and she decided that for this third and final scene of the night, she would take a starring role herself. This scene started with Tenebraen entering his bedroom, again in full costume. With a heavy sigh, he looked around and seemed to be preparing himself for bed. Then, Insinua slipped into the shot, wearing her sexy black dress and smirking like the villainess she was. Tenebraen, as he had been ordered to do, acted like she were his arch-enemy, and pretended to try to resist her diabolical charms, but of course he was unable to do so.
They worked the scene for a few minutes until Insinua had Tenebraen out of his costume, apart from his mask, and sitting on the edge of his bed, cock pointing straight up. Insinua was just about to lower herself down onto it when Veil burst into the scene. She and Insinua tussled, or at least pretended to, while Tenebraen sat there like a mind-fucked zombie. Eventually, Insinua “won” by grabbing Veil’s head and pulling her in for a long, ionate kiss. Veil, as per her orders for the scene, rocked on her feet for a few moments, pretending to be dazed. Insinua smiled, and moved in to conquer her newest victim.
As a senseless Tenebraen looked on helplessly, Insinua seduced Veil for the camera, moving behind the older woman and running her hands over her body. Eventually, she worked a hand down into Veil’s nearly skintight pants and began massaging the heroine’s pussy. Veil, it turned out, was a fairly decent actress, and played up the helplessness well, and especially the submission. Of course, the fact that she was actually Insinua’s willing slave now probably helped.
After Insinua had completely conquered Veil in the scene, she positioned both of her slaves into the hottest threesome she could orchestrate. She drew this out for a long time, enjoying the heroes’ attentions as they pleased her repeatedly. She ordered both of them not to orgasm until she gave them permission, and even managed to lose herself in the pleasure as Tenebraen fucked her on her back while Veil rubbed her clit and licked her tits. It was some of the best sex she had ever had.
To close out the scene, Insinua decided to make Tenebraen fuck his wife up the ass. She asked Veil if she had ever taken anyone that way before and she hadn’t, so Insinua decided to rectify that. She had always found something so hot, so submissive, about someone taking it up the ass, and forcing the do-gooder superheroine to do it was the perfect cap to the evening. To finish out the heroine’s humiliation, while Tenebraen was pounding into her from behind, Insinua pulled Veil’s mask off and, in the moment of climax, made her scream “My real name is Veronica Cain!”
Insinua then allowed both heroes to cum, with Veil actually ing out as Tenebraen blasted his final load of the night deep into her ass. As he slumped down, exhausted, on top of his wife, Insinua moved over and pulled his mask off, as well. She grabbed the hair on the back of his head and pulled back, showing his unmasked face to the camera. She smiled. “You two belong to me completely,” she said, then looked ominously into the camera. “And soon, so will your daughter, Fugue.”
With that, she let go of Darren Cain’s head and walked, in all her naked glory, toward the camera. She stepped behind it and turned it off, deeply satisfied with her work. It had been a fruitful day. She wondered, hazily, what tomorrow would bring.