The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Saturday morning came and went as Insinua slept soundly in the bed of Darren and Veronica Cain. All three of them slept naked, with Insinua and Darren cuddled up under the sheets while the villainess ordered Veronica to sleep curled up like a cat at the foot of the bed. Both Darren and Veronica woke earlier, but their mistress had commanded them to stay in bed until she ordered it otherwise, and so the married superheroes simply lay their quietly, occasionally exchanging contented glances at one another.

Insinua woke shortly after noon. She began her day by ordering Darren to fuck her senseless while Veronica cooked her a nice breakfast. Darren, also known as the superhero Tenebraen, the Dark Paragon, was in phenomenal condition. Despite not being a meta, he kept up a rigorous workout schedule and ate healthy. He was also naturally gifted with a cock that resembled a porn star’s, and Insinua was eager to get as much use out of it as she could.

While the mink-fucked superhero thrust himself into his new mistress’s slick, inviting pussy over and over, she managed, somehow, to form the words to order him not to cum until she allowed it. She herself rode his attentions to three increasingly mind-shattering orgasms before his wife, the superheroine Veil, reentered the room with a tray full of French toast, bacon, and a selection of juices. Feeling momentarily generous to her male slave, she ordered Tenebraen to cum all over his wife’s perfect tits.

Insinua ate her breakfast naked and content while Tenebraen recovered and Veil, as per her orders, licked up her husband’s semen. The villainess savored the sensation, not just the taste of the food or the afterglow of a great fuck, but the feeling of absolute control she had over these two defenders of justice. There was nothing they would not do for her now. They would rob banks and museums for her. They would fight for her, perhaps even kill for her. They would willingly sell out their colleagues, their friends, and even their family.

This thought made her think once again about the daughter of the superheroes, the fledgling meta superheroine known as Fugue. Danica Cain, from the picture her mother had shown her yesterday, was a veritable sexpot, and Insinua was beginning to grow impatient at the idea of owning her. At only eighteen years old, Fugue still had a face that whispered of youth and innocence, but a body that screamed “fuck me!” as loudly as any Insinua had ever seen.

The villainess debated ordering Veil to text her daughter and tell her to come home, but fortunately, her intelligence won the battle over her lust and her greed. Such a request would surely make Fugue suspicious. Even if the girl had no way of guessing the specifics, she would know that something was amiss. It was better to wait until she came home, which she had told her mother would be the next day.

Besides that, Fugue was a telepath. She was new to the superhero scene, and had only been in the news a few times, so it was impossible to guess the full scope of her power. Even Tenebraen and Veil did not know for certain what their daughter was capable of. But they warned their mistress that she was powerful, and Insinua was not quite brash enough to ignore such a warning. If Danica were able to sense the villainess’s intentions before Insinua had the chance to say the activation phrases, she might be able to stop her, and that was unacceptable.

That did, however, beg the question of what Insinua and her two new slaves should do to the time. It was Saturday, after all, and she wanted to have a little fun. So, after breakfast, she ordered her slaves to get dressed—well, marginally anyway—and began asking them for information. She asked them who they knew, and who would make a good next addition to their Mistress’s increasing stable of loyal slaves. Although the heroes knew several of the other do-gooders in Veneba City, they had never ed any of the various superhero organizations or factions. Therefore, although they were respected by the newer supes in town, they were not close friends with any of them. They did not even know any of the other heroes’ secret identities.

During her interrogation of the two, however, she did learn that they were close friends of a detective named Tracy Dixon. Tracy had been Veronica’s roommate back in college, and Veil itted that she and Tracy had fooled around a few times, which was something that even Tenebraen hadn’t known, apparently. More importantly, though, Insinua learned that Tracy was a detective in THEcinct.

Veneba City was massive, and was laid out roughly in a spiral when looked at from overhead. The streets were still mostly in a grid pattern, but there was a distinct shape to the city that was unlike most other large metropolitan areas. The force required to police a city this large was massive, and they had divided the area into precincts. Like the city itself, these precincts spiral their way toward the middle, and the center-most was known as THEcinct. Similar to Scotland Yard in London, THEcinct is the headquarters for the entire Police Force of Veneba City.

Just thinking about having an easy in for THEcinct made Insinua’s lips wet. Both sets. If she could enslave Detective Dixon, she would surely be able to get information on which detectives and chiefs habitually watched the kinds of streaming services that spread her subliminal control. Statistically, about eighty percent of them did, but just strolling in and trying was still a risk. With Tracy providing her inside information, she would be careful and methodical, taking one at a time, and using their own colleague to help trap them.

Suddenly, Insinua was determined. She turned to Veil, who was wearing a lacy and nearly see-through bra and matching panties, as well as high heels with black straps almost up to the knee, and nothing else.

“Slave Veronica, I want to meet your friend Tracy Dixon.” She grinned slyly as she spoke, brushing her red hair back behind her shoulder. “How can we get her here?”

Veronica thought about this for a short time. “We try to talk every couple of weeks, Mistress, and we meet up about once every month or two. I could probably just invite her over.”

Insinua considered. “Would she find that suspicious?”

Veil frowned. “Probably, Mistress. Unless I have a good reason to do so.”

Tenebraen, who was dressed according to Insinua’s orders in nothing but a red speedo and a black bow tie, chimed in. “Tracy’s a lesbian, isn’t she, Ver? And single. You could invite her over saying that we have a friend—you, Mistress—who is new to town and also interested in women.”

“That is brilliant, slave,” Insinua said, patting him lovingly on the crotch.

“She is bi,” Veronica corrected, “but I think she almost exclusively dates women. But as far as I know, she is single. It might seem a little odd for me to call her to set her up, as I’ve never done that before, but I think I could convince her, if she’s not busy.”

Insinua moved sensually over to Veil, licked the tips of her index and middle finger, and ran them down the superheroine’s midriff and into her panties. She began slowly rubbing her slave’s clit as she leaned in. “Be persuasive, pet.” Veronica moaned. “Be very persuasive.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Veil purred. “Anything for you, Mistress.”

Insinua smiled a wicked smirk. “By the way, do you know if she watches streaming shows?”

Tracy Dixon blinked several times when her cellphone rang. She had been binging a new show all morning and had apparently zoned out a bit. She glanced down at the phone and saw that it was Veronica Cain, her old friend and college roommate, and for some reason, she found herself saying so out loud. She paused for a long moment, then answered.

“Hey, Veronica! How are you?”

“I’m great, Tracy! I didn’t wake you up, did I? You sound groggy or something.”

“No, I’m fine. Just taking it easy on my day off, you know?”

“I get it. Hey, sorry to be blunt, but you’re still single, right?”

Tracy’s brow furrowed for a moment, confused at the question, but then smoothed out again and her eyes became slightly unfocused. “Yes, I’m single. I’m not seeing anyone at the moment.”

“Oh, great!” Veronica said, sounding excited. “Listen, I can’t talk long, but Darren and I have a friend. She’s new in town, she’s into girls, and she’s absolutely drop-dead gorgeous. She’s having a hard time meeting people, and so I thought of you. I’d love to introduce you two. I really think you’d hit it off. Are you busy tonight?”

“Are you trying to set me up on a date, Ver?”

“Absolutely I am,” her friend said with a little laugh. “Look, it doesn’t have to lead anywhere or anything. No pressure. In fact, all I was thinking was a nice dinner at our place tonight. I’ll introduce you two and we can see if you hit it off, and if not, no problem.”

“Tonight? That’s pretty short notice.”

“I know, I know, but she’s still getting settled into town, so this was sort of last-minute. Do you have plans tonight or something?”

“Well, no, but—”

“Perfect! Come on, please say you’ll come? Besides, we haven’t seen each other in a while. You’ve cancelled on me the last two times we were supposed to have lunch, ?”

“Yeah, I ,” Tracy said, not really ing. “But I don’t—”

“Please?” Veronica interjected.

Tracy muted herself on the phone and thought for a moment. She closed her eyes, not sure this was how she wanted to spend one of her few evenings off. But, when she opened her eyes again, she was resolute.

“Are you still there, Tracy?”

The detective unmuted herself. “Yeah, I’m here. Sorry, I accidentally muted myself. You know what? Sure, I’ll come to your dinner tonight and meet your friend. It sounds like fun.”

On the other end of the line, Veronica gave an excited giggle/squeal. “Oh, that’s great! I’ll call her right away and tell her. This is going to be amazing. Dress nice, okay!”

“Um, alright,” Tracy said with trepidation. She wasn’t really a dress-up kind of person. “Oh, by the way, what’s her name?”

But Veronica had already hung up.

Detective Tracy Dixon was decidedly and thoroughly uncomfortable as she stood outside the gate of the Cain manor. Her blonde hair was brushed nicely and hanging down on each side of her head, a far cry from the tight braid she usually kept it in. She was wearing a low-cut, slightly shimmering blue dress, the best one she owned, and she wore a small pendant of rose quartz around her neck. Her purse, which she almost never carried, would probably for matching the dress if the lights were low enough. She was even wearing high heels, although she was already regretting that decision. She rarely dressed like this anywhere, but when Veronica Cain asks you to dress nice, you dress nice.

Tracy was standing at the metal gate, which she knew from her previous visits to the Cain estate were usually locked. Veronica had texted her on the way over to tell her that they would be unlocked today, and that she could come right through. But she was hesitating. She questioned herself, and not for the first time, why she had agreed to come tonight. It was not as though she were looking for a new girlfriend or anything. In what little spare time she had, she preferred to just curl up on the couch and watch some television.

But here she was, and she figured she might as well get the evening over with. Because of Veronica’s text, Tracy didn’t even bother with the security intercom that would have buzzed the house. She simply pushed the gate open and began walking down the path toward the large house her friend shared with her husband Darren. Although she knew Darren well enough, and she knew that Veronica was still, nearly twenty years after marrying him, head over heels for the man, Tracy had never spent a lot of time with him. Knowing he would be there, watching her try to awkwardly make friends with this new mystery woman, did not make things any easier.

As Tracy approached the front door, it suddenly swung open without so much as giving her a chance to knock. On the other side was Veronica, wearing a huge smile and a spaghetti strap black gown that put Tracy’s simple blue dress to shame. Veronica uttered some familiar greeting or another and moved in to embrace her former roommate. Tracy was too distracted with thoughts of the evening, and with the generous and uncharacteristic view of Veronica’s cleavage, to prevent it.

As Veronica’s tits pressed up tightly against hers, Tracy was forced to stifle a sudden moan of pleasure. Her nipples had always been sensitive, but more so lately, and seeing how incredibly her friend looked made everything worse. Unbidden, memories flashed back to her of their time together as roommates in college, and those few but amazing nights they had spent pleasing each other. To Veronica, it had mostly been youthful experimentation. It had been more to Tracy. Veronica was a remarkably easy woman to love.

“It’s so great to see you, Tracy!” Veronica said, pulling away from the hug. “You could have pulled your car in, you know.”

Tracy shrugged. “My personal car’s in the shop, and I didn’t want to pull up in my work vehicle. I had a friend drop me off.”

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that. Well, I can drive you back home after dinner if you want. Or, if things go well, maybe I can take you home in the morning!” Veronica winked, and Tracy, hardened detective of the Veneba City police force, blushed. It was unlike Veronica to make such bold inuendo, and if Tracy were not sure that her friend was helplessly devoted to her husband, she would have almost thought Veronica was flirting with her.

“Anyway,” Veronica said before Tracy could comment on it, “come on in! Dinner is almost ready, and I can’t wait for you to meet my friend!”

Tracy started to ask what her friend’s name was, but Veronica grabbed her by the hand and pulled her inside, barely managing to get the door closed in the process. Tracy was led by her excited friend through a few hallways and into the cavernous dining room. At the head of the long table sat Darren Cain, looking almost regal in a sharp suit and tie, as ruggedly handsome as the day of his wedding to Veronica.

Next to him at the side of the table was a stunningly beautiful red-headed woman, and Tracy’s breath caught in her throat. She had always considered herself a woman of substance, and was attracted to the same. Physical attractiveness, she had always thought, was a nice bonus, but what really mattered was personality, intelligence, emotional maturity. But looking at this woman, with her flowing, wavy red hair, her perfect complexion, her neckline plunging down into a teenager’s wet dream of cleavage perfection, she found herself thinking that maybe looks were enough after all.

Darren looked over when they walked into the room, and he smiled and stood up. “Tracy! It’s good to see you again. I’m so glad you were able to make it on such short notice.”

Tracy was bisexual, and she had always found Darren Cain to be attractive. She was also friends with him, in the sense that he had a good, happy marriage with one of her best friends. But even with Darren’s warm greeting, Tracy could not pull her eyes away from the vision of loveliness beside him. Wordlessly, the red-haired woman stood up alongside her host, and then moved to cross the floor in Tracy’s direction.

The woman was an absolute vision. She was slim, but not sickly so. She had the kind of body that accentuated everything about her that was feminine. Her thin waist emphasized her large but perfectly shaped breasts and her hips, as well. She wore an elegant red dress that left just the right amount to the imagination, and Detective Tracy Dixon had a great imagination. As Tracy was thinking about how the slit up the side of the woman’s dress was like a tantalizing path to a hidden treasure, she became aware that the woman was talking, her voice like honey.

“—to meet you, Detective Dixon,” was all Tracy managed to hear as the woman reached her hand out, palm down, as though a noblewoman offering a hand to be kissed by a gentleman. It took all of the detective’s will power to shake the hand instead.

“Please, call me Tracy.”

The woman smiled more broadly. “I shall.”

Tracy was too busy thinking about how thoroughly out of her league this woman was as Veronica led them to the table, disappeared for a moment into the kitchen with Darren, and then reappeared with dinner. The meal was a whirlwind of conversation, mostly focused on the Cains getting Tracy to tell this new woman about her job and some reminiscence of Tracy and Veronica’s days in college. The red-haired woman was demure and charming, and seemed genuinely interested in Tracy’s stories. Occasionally, it occurred to Tracy that she never caught the woman’s name, although she just assumed she had given it while Tracy was understandably distracted.

Finally, after everyone had finished eating, Tracy managed to turn the conversation to this mystery woman. “So, enough about me. What do you do?”

“Oh, me?” the woman said, bringing one hand up to her chest to indicate herself, and likely to draw Tracy’s attention to her breasts. “I guess the best way to explain it is that I’m in acquisitions.”

“Oh, really?” Tracy said, trying to sound as genuine as she could manage. “And what sorts of things do you ‘acquire?’”

“All sorts, really. That’s how I met Darren, in fact. I was in the process of acquiring some interesting items and I ran into a few problems. He was able to help me sort things out.”

“That’s nice. Though to be honest, Darren, I’ve known you for a long time now, and I’m still not sure exactly what it is your company does.”

Darren laughed charmingly. “That’s okay. I think the same can be said for most of my employees! But this had little to do with my company, anyway. More of an ‘off the clock’ sort of thing, really.”

“I see,” Tracy said, even though she didn’t. She turned her focus back to the immaculate woman sitting next to her. The woman’s emerald eyes were piercing Tracy’s blue ones. “So tell me more. What is one of the strangest things you’ve had to acquire?”

The woman seemed to think for a moment. “I suppose one of the stranger things would have to be the snakeskin lubrication aardvark venereal enzymes.”

Tracy struggled for a moment to make sense of those words. Something about them did not seem to go together, but the woman said she had acquired them, and it seemed like Tracy should believer her. “Oh, wow. Snakeskin…uh, enzymes? I’m not really sure what that is, really, but it sounds interesting.”

“Oh, it is,” the woman said. “I am a very interesting person. In fact, I am utterly fascinating. Don’t you agree?”

Tracy believed her. She had considered the woman attractive before, but she noticed herself growing interested in her as a person now. She found her, what was the word, fascinating. “Yes, I do agree…” Tracy breathed.

“I’m so glad to hear that, my dear. Because I am finding you very attractive. Of course you know, Veronica brought you here to set us up. And that is a good thing, because you are starting to get so horny you can barely think.”

Tracy felt a tingle in her pussy at those words, but something about them didn’t seem right. People shouldn’t talk like that on a first meeting. “I don’t think—”

“No, you don’t think, at least not very well. Not while I’m around.”

That still felt odd, but somehow, she believed her. Her mind was getting a bit foggy. It was no wonder, considering how horny she was.

“Veronica has told me so much about you,” the woman said. “You are a horny, desperate pussy-licker.” Believe her “You are incredibly submissive to women you find attractive.” Believe her “You want to devote the rest of your life to a beautiful, sexy mistress like me.” Believe her

Tracy was so wet she could barely sit still. Something seemed wrong about this whole thing, but she just couldn’t think straight for long enough to piece together what it was.

The woman demurely stood up, putting her tits tantalizingly in front of Tracy’s eyes, and reached up to stroke the side of Tracy’s face. She then lifted the detective’s chin and locked eyes with her and, very deliberately, said, “opulent benedictory exclamatory yielding.”

Tracy shook her head, just slightly so as not to shake off the touch of the woman. “What does that mean?” She managed to ask in a whisper.

The woman smiled, and although the smile was, like the rest of her, beautiful, it was somehow almost wicked. “I don’t believe we have been properly introduced. I am Insinua.” Tracy’s eyes grew wide. It was as though the woman in front of her suddenly revealed herself as an angel, or even a goddess. She was incredibly attractive before, but now, the moment Tracy heard her name, she suddenly became the most amazing being on the face of the planet. “And you,” the woman continued, “are my willing, obedient, loving slave.”

Tracy, with every brain cell available, believed her. Why wouldn’t she be a willing, obedient, and loving slave? She was, after all, incredibly submissive to women she found attractive. And Insinua was impossibly attractive to Tracy. She knew that she could barely think whenever the other woman was around, so why not let this woman, this goddess, do her thinking for her?

All she wanted to do was to devote the rest of her life to a beautiful mistress, and now Insinua, the single hottest woman on Earth to Tracy, was offering her just that. She struggled for a few more moments, feeling the loyalties rearrange themselves within her mind. The things that mattered most to her, like her duties as a law enforcement agent, began to fade into the background in favor of her new loyalty to Insinua.

Finally, her mind as it was shattered, and was replaced by an entity that only existed to please this woman. “Yes, Mistress,” she said. “Your slave lives to please and obey you.”

“So eager,” Insinua said. “I like that. Remove your clothes, slave. I want you completely naked.”

“Yes, Mistress. Your slave obeys.” Tracy immediately rose and slipped off her dress, letting it fall to the floor. Insinua stepped back to ire the view. Tracy was in good shape, with a tight, toned body and a bit of definition to her abs. As the enslaved detective removed her bra, Insinua nodded her appreciation. Tracy’s breasts were a little larger than Veronica’s, although a bit less shapely and with a tiny bit more sag. But they fit with the rest of her body like a classic work of art. When Tracy removed her soaked panties and slipped off her heels, she stood proudly to show her toned—and excited—body to her new owner.

Insinua turned around and walked toward the door that led toward the master bedroom. “Slave Veronica, please us in the bedroom. Slave Darren, go into the other room to prepare slave Tracy’s surprise, as we talked about earlier.”

As one, the two superheroes stood from the table and said, “Yes, Mistress.” Veronica moved to stand with her Mistress while Darren disappeared through a different door. Insinua turned to Tracy and beckoned her toward her wordlessly. The naked detective hurried to obey. Together, the three women walked down the hall and into an opulent bedroom. Tracy had been to Cain Manor on several occasions, but she had never seen her former roommate’s bedroom before. She would have been thoroughly impressed with it, if she had the brainpower to focus on anything but her Mistress.

“Slave Veronica,” Insinua began, “Strip. Slave Tracy, you may pleasure yourself while you watch, but do not cum until I allow it.”

“Yes, Mistress,” both slaves said. As Veronica slipped the thin straps of her elegant dress off each shoulder, Tracy’s left hand found its way to her own breast as her right hand found its familiar place rubbing her clit. Tracy had always lusted after Veronica, and having tasted that particular delicacy in college, she had often fantasized about dining on it again. To her, Veronica had always been the hottest woman in the world, at least until a few minutes ago when she had seen the Earth-shattering beauty of Insinua.

Veronica’s striptease did not take very long. She was only wearing that one thin dress and the tiniest conceivable panties. When she went to remove her high-strapped heels, Insinua stopped her, told her to keep them on, and instead ordered the dark-haired woman to lie back on the bed. Insinua then sauntered over to Tracy and whispered in her ear. “My slave has already told me about your college dalliances. She tells me you are both a talented and practiced little pussy-licker. I might try out that tongue of yours later tonight, but for now, show me what you did to my slave’s snatch back in college.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Tracy breathed, and then practically dove head-first into Veronica’s cunt. Insinua smirked and pulled up an armchair that was in the corner. Tracy’s technique was impressive. She started by teasing Veronica, licking her inner thighs and above her pussy, then continuing with slow, long licks from the bottom to the top, just barely touching her clit with her tongue. When she had Veronica moaning and thrusting her hips, she starting flicking her tongue out and hitting the spot in a way that, judging from her friend’s reactions, was just right.

Insinua kept them doing this for some time until it looked like Veronica was about to climax. “Stop!” Both of her slaves stopped immediately. “You are good at that, slave. Let’s see if slave Veronica has learned anything from eating me out these last two days. Slave Tracy, crawl on top of slave Veronica. Sit on her face. Slave Veronica, be a good little pet and eat your friend’s pussy for me.”

The two enslaved women again said, “Yes, Mistress,” in chorus and Tracy positioned her dripping pussy just above Veronica’s mouth. What the Cain woman lacked in experience, she made up for in enthusiasm. She had Tracy moaning within moments, and then licked her to the edge and kept her there. Tracy rubbed her own tits as her friend pleasured her, trying desperately to keep from ing out. Her whole body needed her to cum, but she couldn’t. Her Mistress had ordered her not to.

Tracy lost all track of time, locked in the pleasure of Veronica’s tongue, but eventually, their Mistress stopped them again. She positioned her living dolls so that Tracy was sitting on the edge of the bed facing the door with her legs hanging off the side. Veronica had her long legs wrapped around her from behind, and she was covering Tracy’s eyes with her hands.

“Alright, slave Tracy,” Insinua said. “Your Mistress has a surprise for you. I have decided to be generous to my newest acquisition. Serve me well, and your rewards will be infinitely pleasurable.” She turned toward the bedroom door. “Come on in, big boy.”

Tracy heard someone enter the room, and a moment later, Insinua ordered Victoria to move her hands. When the detective opened her eyes, they instantly grew wide.

“Tenebraen!” She said, the shock echoing in her voice.

“That’s right, slave,” Insinua said, walking over to the superhero and running her hand down the chest of his costume. “And trust me, he’s the real deal.” Tracy believed her. She had seen him so many times on television, in the papers, and in her dreams and fantasies. She has masturbated to thoughts of this man for more than twenty years. “Slave Veronica told me about your little hero fetish. And I am nothing if not a giving mistress. She tells me that Tenebraen saved you from an attack years ago. Is this true?”

Tracy’s eyes did not leave Tenebraen’s perfect masculine form as she answered Insinua. “Yes, Mistress.”

“And you never thanked him properly,” The red-headed goddess said harshly.

“I…I never had the chance, Mistress!”

“Hmm. Well, it seems you have that opportunity now, don’t you?” Insinua turned to face the masked superhero. “Tenebraen, darling, please be a good little dog and fetch your bone so that slave Tracy can show you her gratitude.”

Tenebraen nodded and reached down, lowering the pants of his costume and exposing his massive cock. Tracy’s eyes locked on it instantly and refused to let go. This had been the object of her desire for over half her life, and here it was, in all its glory. Tracy had spent years watching porno videos where actors dressed like Tenebraen and fucked some porn star’s brains out, and she always wondered if the real one would be so impressive. He was.

“Now, slave Tracy, get on your knees, and suck your hero’s cock.”

“Yes, Mistress! Thank you, Mistress!”

Tracy did not have much experience with men. She was thoroughly bisexual, but ever since the attack in college, she had only ever dated women. Some of her friends had suggested that this was a psychological response to the assault, and in a way, it was, but Tracy knew what the issue was really all about. She knew that in her mind, no man would ever be able to stand up to Tenebraen. As she took his thick cock into her mouth, she knew she had been right. He even tasted good. She worked his shaft for a few long moments before she heard him give a soft moan of pleasure, and if not for the mental lock her Mistress had put on her orgasm, she might well have come right then.

She must have sucked him off for a good five minutes before Insinua changed their positions again. Tracy’s Mistress ordered her back on the bed where she was before, with Veronica behind her, this time grabbing and playing with her tits. Tenebraen stood in front of her and thrust mercilessly into her pussy, making the detective cry out in abject pleasure. Still, though, she could not cum. Tears threatened her eyes as she wished she could just cross over that line and cum all over Tenebraen’s perfect cock.

“Is there something you want, slave Tracy? You look like you need something.” There was a vague cruelty in Insinua’s tone.

“I…want…to…cum…Mistress!” Tracy managed. She was desperate now.

“I see,” Insinua said. “Well, as I said, I am a giving Mistress. I can, perhaps, allow that. But you need to understand something, slave. If I allow you to cum, it will seal you to me forever. If you cum tonight, you are agreeing to serve me, faithfully, willingly, and obediently, until the day you die. Do you understand that?”

“Yes…Mis…tress! I…un…der…stand!”

“And do you agree to my ? Once more, I am telling you that if you cum with my slave Tenebraen’s cock inside you, you will be mine forever. No questions, no doubts, no thoughts. You will do anything and everything I command, whether you want to or not. Do you still agree?”

Tracy believed her, and she didn’t care. She would give anything to cum. “Yes…Mis…tress! I…a…gree! I…am…yours!”

Insinua smiled a particularly wicked smirk. “Very well. Then obey me now. Slave Tenebraen, pull out and stop. Slave Tracy, turn around, bend over, and spread yourself open. You are going to cum getting fucked in the ass by your hero. Slave Veronica, get the lube.”

All three of her slaves hurried to follow her instructions, and Insinua gave out a short screech of a laugh. As Veronica applied the lube to her husband’s penis, Tracy was panting heavily with excitement. She had never done anal before, except for the occasional finger or two, and if she were going to give up her asshole’s virginity, why shouldn’t it be to Tenebraen, and in perfect service to her new goddess.

When Tenebraen forced his lubricated cock into Tracy’s ass, she grunted heavily and felt her eyes cross. Tenebraen kept working, eventually finding a rhythm. Tracy pushed back for a while before giving up, putting her face down to the soft blanket, and letting it happen. At some point, Veronica started rubbing Tracy’s pussy as any last hidden fragment of resistance vanished from the detective’s mind. She did not know how long the superhero of her dreams fucked her ass, but eventually, she heard the words that she needed, down to every single cell of her body, to hear.

“Cum for your Mistress!”

The orgasm Tracy felt threatened to rip her consciousness right out of her body. She was vaguely aware of the sensation of her asshole filling up with Tenebraen’s semen, but the release was far too great to focus on such things. She was not sure if she blacked out or not, but the next thing she was aware of was lying exhausted on the floor of the Cains’ bedroom and feeling a high heeled foot kick her gently in the ribs.

“Follow me, slave,” Insinua said, and then began to walk out of the room.

Tracy was beyond exhausted, but she belonged to her Mistress, fully and completely, and so she forced herself to stand and obey. Insinua led her back to the dining room, and then made her wait by the door while she walked over to where they had been sitting earlier in the evening. Insinua hiked up her dress and removed the red lace panties beneath them, then sat down in what had been Tracy’s chair, where the detective’s discarded clothes were still lying on the floor.

“Crawl to me, slave,” Insinua said in a loud, commanding voice. “Crawl to your Mistress. And every inch you crawl will deepen your devotion to me.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Tracy said, as she got down on her hands and knees and slowly started to crawl. She moved slowly, her strength sapped by the incredible fuck she had just had. After a few minutes, she got to her new goddess, who looked down at her, smiling. “Now, slave, let’s see what that tongue of yours can do.”

Tracy did not even have time to reply verbally, as Insinua grabbed her hair and forced Tracy’s mouth forward to her mistress’s cunt. Tracy began to ply her skill on the divine pussy before her, and Insinua moaned in appreciation. She had only been licking for a few moments when Veronica spoke.

“I am sorry to interrupt, Mistress, but there is a problem.”

“Problem?” Insinua asked, looking up at her other slave. Veronica was standing there completely naked and holding her cell phone. Tenebraen was there, as well, looking ridiculous with only the top half of his costume on. “What is it?”

“I got a security alert on my phone. Someone is crawling up the path to the house.”

“Crawling?” Insinua asked.

“Yes, Mistress,” Veronica verified. “Crawling, and naked.”

She showed Insinua the phone, which was showing video of a clearly naked woman, with a phenomenal body, by the look of it, slowly making her way on all fours toward the front door. She switched the camera view to one imbedded in the steps and zoomed in to show a beautiful Asian woman’s face, set in a dazed and lustful expression.

“Wait, I know that woman,” Darren said.

“You do?” Insinua asked.

“Yes, Mistress. That’s Hattie Tanaka.”

“Who?”

“She is an investigative reporter with VERGIN.”

Insinua, still trying to enjoy Tracy’s ministrations, seemed confused. “She’s a virgin?”

“No, Mistress,” Darren said. “Well, she might be, I suppose, but I mean she works for VERGIN, the Veneba Exposing, Reporting, Gathering, and Investigating Network. She’s a reporter. She’s interviewed me a couple of times.”

Suddenly, Insinua pulled Tracy’s head away from her pussy, and closed her eyes, concentrating on something. Then her eyes shot open. “Ahh. Clever. I was sloppy.” She looked down at her newest slave. “Someone was a very bad girl, weren’t they?” Then she reached down and picked up Tracy’s purse, opened it, and pulled out a small microphone and battery pack. “You were spying for someone, weren’t you, slave?”

Tracy looked at the video Veronica was showing. Her eyes grew wide, and something seemed to come back to her. “Yes, Mistress,” Tracy said. She looked devastated. “Please don’t be angry, Mistress. I had no choice. Please forgive me.”

Insinua tossed the microphone at the woman on her knees in front of her. “Who was listening? How many? Are the police on to me?”

“No, Mistress,” Tracy said, holding up her hands. “Only one person was listening. Just her,” she said, pointing to the screen as Hattie inched ever closer.

Insinua glanced back at the screen, then slowly started to smile. “Only one, you say? Well, if that one is crawling to me, that must mean she heard everything we said in this room. So when I ordered you to crawl to me, she must have obeyed. Well, well, well. This is an unexpected bonus. But there is one thing I don’t understand, slave. Why is a police detective from THEcinct doing an investigative reporter’s dirty work?”

“She ordered me to, Mistress. She was my Mistress before you.”