The Path of Insinua
Part Four (a): Homecoming
As the sun rose lazily over the Hills of Veneba City and its light started to peek through the bedroom curtains in the Cain Manor, Insinua awoke with a nervous excitement. Today was the day. It was Sunday morning, and Danica Cain, also known as the psychic meta-human superheroine Fugue, was going to be hers by nightfall. The red-haired super-villainess felt a tingle in her pussy at the thought.
It had been an eventful weekend for Insinua. For years, she had been using her meta-human manifestation of controlling technology to imbed powerful subliminal messages into all of the video streaming services, installing her triggers into, statistically, about eighty percent of the population. Three nights ago, she broke into a museum in her first attempt to utilize her control. It had worked better than she could have hoped.
First, the four guards of the museum fell under her sway. She used them to clear out some of the more valuable displays, but that wasn’t her real goal. She had hoped someone would come to stop her, and her luck had paid off when Tenebraen, the Dark Paragon, the first of the Veneba City superheroes, did just that. But Darren Cain, Tenebraen’s alter-ego, enjoyed his share of streaming, apparently, and fell quickly and fully under her thrall.
Darren’s beautiful wife Veronica, better known as the superheroine Veil, fell in the same moment, listening to everything Insinua had been saying through the microphone in Tenebraen’s mask. With the Cain couple completely enslaved, Insinua spent Thursday night and all of Friday alternatively humiliating and fucking them. It was the best sex she had ever had. And last night, she had also conquered Veronica’s friend, detective Tracy Dixon, and Dixon’s hitherto secretive meta-human mistress, the investigative reporter Hattie Tanaka.
All of that was great, but the real prize was Fugue. Last night, after breaking in Hattie and Tracy, Insinua grilled the Cains on their daughter and her abilities. Obedient slut-slaves that they were, they told her everything they knew. Danica had been born a meta-human, like Hattie and Insinua herself, but her manifestation was that of a powerful telepath. She could read minds and communicate telepathically, but her strongest ability is the one that gave her the name Fugue.
Danica apparently had the ability to induce fugue states in people, to disassociate their personality and supplant it with one of her creation. Nobody, even Fugue, knew for sure how long these states would last, but Tenebraen theorized that they lasted as long as Danica wanted them to. That meant that if Fugue decided to turn someone into an obedient, loving sex slave for someone, she could. And if Insinua had anything to say about it, Danica Cain would be making those sex slaves for her.
Sure, Insinua’s control over her slaves seemed to be complete. After all, Darren and Veronica were happily giving up all the information needed to help enslave their only daughter. But there were people who did not watch streaming video services. That meant that approximately twenty percent of the people she encountered would have no susceptibility to her control. But Fugue could mind fuck virtually anybody. The likelihood of encountering someone who is immune to Fugue’s power and who never streamed video was very low. And if they did encounter one, Insinua could just use Hattie Tanaka to convert them with her magical tongue.
This was a delicate matter. Neither Darren nor Veronica knew the extent of their daughter’s powers, but they knew she, at the very least, could read minds. If she got a glimpse of Insinua’s plan, or even a sense of her parents’ new-found enslavement, the entire game was over. Danica would simply blast Insinua’s mind and that would be that. This was going to require subtlety and strategic brilliance.
Fortunately for her, Insinua was a mistress of subtlety, and her new slave, Tenebraen, was a master strategist. Danica was not expected back until the evening, so Insinua and her slaves spent the morning planning out every detail. They needed to be careful, and cover every possibly contingency, to ensure that Fugue fell under Insinua’s control quickly and smoothly.
First, they needed to ensure that Danica would not scan any of their minds. The only way to guarantee that was for Darren and Veronica to be elsewhere when their daughter got home. Neither knew if Danica was in the habit of reading their minds, but they could not risk it. There was no lie they could come up with that would overcome Danica’s suspicion if they simply ordered her not to scan them.
For Insinua’s mind, and in fact her very presence, Darren would need to send his daughter a carefully worded text. He would need to explain that he and Veronica had “something come up,” which was a long-established family code for fighting a crime. Then he would need to explain that an old friend of theirs was visiting. Lastly, in a separate, encrypted message, Veil would need to warn Fugue that their guest, Insinua, was a “reflector,” a meta-human who reflected powers used on them back, and therefore, she should under no circumstances, use her powers.
It was the best plan they could come up with in the time they had. If Danica suspected anything, or chose to ignore her mother’s warning, it would be the end of Insinua. The danger, the risk of losing, added an edge to the endeavor that Insinua hadn’t expected. She wanted to own Fugue. She wanted to bend the sexy young superheroine to her will and use her for her pleasure. But the thought of losing to her was almost as exhilarating as winning.
Tenebraen and Veil left around three o’clock in the afternoon. They would go to one of their safehouses, and when night fell, they would patrol Veneba City. Insinua may have been a villainess, but it did not suit her ambitions to have the City descend into chaos. The heroes she controlled would still protect the City, from everybody but her. She would craft her own paradise here, and she would rule it like a queen.
Insinua ed several anxious hours waiting for her prey. She paced the halls, she wrung her hands, and she looked out the window every few minutes. Part of the villainess’s persona was the look of quiet confidence she wore, but it was shaken to pieces now. A small part of her begged her to cut and run, to flee the Cain mansion and Veneba City both, and give up her plan. But the rest of her shouted this fearful voice down. It is not in a queen’s nature to submit to fear.
The sound of a key in the front door brought Insinua’s mind back to sharp awareness. She took one last deep breath, and then moved off toward the dining room. It was the same place she had conquered Detective Tracy Dixon, and it would be a fine place to ensnare Danica Cain, as well. The moments ed by as Insinua pretended to read a book at the dining room table. Then, finally, the moment came.
Danica bounced into the room with all the energy of the eighteen-year-old she was. Insinua looked up in practiced vague interest, but even she was only barely prepared for the vision of loveliness she saw at the far door. The young woman was blonde, unlike either of her parents, but the color looked so incredible on her that Insinua was forced to conclude that fate itself had intervened over genetics. Her face was round and flawless, and would have been termed “cute” if the rest of her didn’t scream “hot” at every eye that perceived her.
She was wearing a white hoodie unzipped over a tight, extremely flattering blue shirt that revealed the perfect amount of cleavage from her generous chest. Insinua could almost make out the shape of her nipples beneath the top, although she conceded to herself that it might have been wishful thinking. She wore skin-tight leggings that matched her top perfectly, and seemed to pull the eye upward over her wonderfully toned legs and towards what Insinua assumed must be a flawless ass, although she lamentably could not see it from this angle.
“Hi!” Danica said with a high, chipper voice. “You must be the family friend Dad texted me about. I’m Danica.”
She walked over and offered her hand for Insinua to shake. With a small smile, Insinua took it, feeling the younger woman’s smooth skin. “Of course. It is very nice to finally meet you, Danica. Your parents have told me so much about you.”
The Cain heiress frowned slightly. “That’s nice, but I don’t think they’ve ever mentioned you before. I was super confused when Dad texted. And Mom’s text said you were a meta?”
Insinua nodded. “Yes. Like you.”
Danica’s eyebrows shot up. “They told you I was a meta? That’s…surprising. They’ve always taken steps to make sure nobody knew.”
“Believe me, I understand,” Insinua said, standing up and moving to place a comforting hand on Danica’s shoulder. “I know what it’s like to have to hide who you are.”
“I guess,” Danica said, shifting her weight slightly to dislodge the stranger’s hand. “But, I mean, who are you?”
“I am very close to your parents, but I haven’t been in Veneba City for a number of years now. I’ve been out West, in Ravensport, doing what I can for the Hero thing.”
“Dad made it seem like there was some ‘hero stuff’ that needed doing here,” Danica said, suspicion starting to line her voice. “Why aren’t you helping my folks?”
Insinua sighed and looked away. She had been practicing her look of quiet embarrassment all afternoon. “I’m afraid I wouldn’t be much help. Did your dad tell you what my power is?”
“No, but Mom sent me a message. Said you’re a ‘reflector,’ or something?”
Insinua nodded. “Yes. If a Meta uses their powers on me, I reflect them back. It makes me very strong, but only against other Metas. The trouble your parents are dealing with did not seem to come from meta-humans.”
“I see,” Danica said, considering. “But you still haven’t even told me your name.”
“Oh, of course!” Insinua said, acting disappointed in herself but, inwardly, celebrating. “I am called Insinua.”
“That’s your name?” Danica asked incredulously. “What does that even mean?”
“I took it from the word ‘insinuate,’” the older woman said. She had prepared for this, too. For her O.B.E.Y. trigger to work, her target needed to know she was “Insinua,” so she couldn’t just make up a new, appropriate codename for a reflector meta-human. She had, in truth, taken the name because “insinuate” can mean to slide oneself secretly into position. But that is not the explanation she gave Danica. “The word means to suggest something indirectly. And since my power relies on other powers to be used, they are, by nature, indirect.”
“Huh,” Danica said with a shrug. “I would have gone with ‘Mirror’ or something like that.”
Insinua laughed demurely. “I suppose so. I just like to be a little more creative. It’s like my unique battle cry. It’s sort of an opulent benedictory exclamatory yielding.”
Insinua carefully masked the satisfaction she felt as she watched Danica’s expression shift from neutral to confused to interested to lustful in just a handful of seconds. The subliminal programming Insinua had planted in the streaming services made anyone who heard that trigger unbearably attracted to “Insinua,” and clearly it was working on Danica. She watched as Danica made an awkward attempt to check her out without her noticing. While she did, she allowed herself one quick glance at Danica’s chest. If she hadn’t been able to make out the young woman’s nipples before, she certainly could now.
Finally, Danica managed to speak again, making direct eye in a much more interested way than before. “Well, it is certainly good to meet you, Insinua. Are you going to be staying with us long?” The teen did a poor job of hiding the hopefulness in her voice.
“Oh, I think I might,” the villainess said with the barest hint of a smirk. “I need your parents’ help with a few things, you see. Something is going on in Ravensport, and I need their help researching snakeskin lubrication aardvark venereal enzymes.”
Danica’s eyes seemed to glaze for a moment before she collected herself. “Wow. I have no idea what that is, but it sounds interesting.” She pulled out one of the chairs to the dining table, shrugged off her hoodie, draped it across the chair’s back, and sat down. “Tell me about it?”
Insinua smiled warmly. Everything was going according to plan. With the S.L.A.V.E. trigger, Danica would be compelled to believe just about anything Insinua told her, so long as it wasn’t completely out of the realm of possibility. And, combined with the O.B.E.Y. trigger, she would be able to set up a series of premises and conditions that would lead the sexy young superhero into permanent enslavement, just as Insinua had with her mother and father. With a tingle of excitement down her spine and a growing wetness in her vagina, Insinua sat town and started talking.
Half an hour later, Danica was hanging on Insinua’s every word. It would have been obvious to any but the most inexperienced, thick-headed, awkward teenager that the girl was smitten. Danica, though beyond beautiful, did not seem to be particularly experienced in matters of the heart, or matters of a lower part of her anatomy, for that matter. She kept stealing glances at Insinua’s cleavage like a clumsy fifteen-year-old boy on his first date. She tripped over her words. At one point, she actually drooled slightly. It would have been cute if it wasn’t so incredibly gratifying.
“Tell me something, Danica,” Insinua eventually said. “You are a charming, intelligent, and extraordinarily beautiful young woman.” She paused as the younger woman blushed feverishly. “Is there anyone special in your life right now? A significant other, as they call them?”
“Well, there might be someone I’m interested in,” she replied, trying and failing to be subtle as she made eyes at the red-haired goddess sitting next to her. “But no, I’m not seeing anyone, if that’s what you’re asking.”
Insinua edged closer, lifting her hand to gently stroke Danica’s arm. This time, the younger woman did nothing to move away. “And tell me,” Insinua continued, “have you ever been with a woman before? I promise not to tell your parents if you don’t want me to.”
Somehow, Danica’s face turned even more red, but finally, she gave a small nod. “I’ve kissed and stuff,” she confirmed. “And maybe a little more.”
Insinua smiled. It was time to close the net. “Danica, I believe in being honest with people. I find you incredibly attractive. And, as we are both adults, I would very much like us to go to bed together.”
Danica’s eyes widened, and an unconscious smile came to her face. But it was immediately clouded by a look of concern. “But, what will my parents say? I don’t know if they would like a friend of theirs sleeping with their daughter.”
Inside her own mind, Insinua was grinning like a cat that just caught the juiciest mouse. Outwardly, her expression grew serious. This was the in she had been waiting for. “Danica, it is time that you learn the true order of things. You are an adult, and your parents have no right to tell you how to live. Now, I am an expert at reading people. You need to believe me. I know exactly who and what you are.”
The super-villainess could see the wheels turning in Danica’s brain, her natural intelligence fighting against her months and years of subliminal programming to believe Insinua. When the young woman spoke, her voice was barely a whisper. “And what am I?”
“You are a sexual being, Danica. A woman who was born for the bedroom. And more than that, I can tell just from this conversation that you are a natural submissive. Possibly even a natural sex-slave.”
“Sex-slave?” Danica asked, confused.
Insinua did not give her time to think about it. “That’s right. Believe me. I know. I know because I am what is known as a natural dominant. A Mistress. I can tell you like the sound of that. You should say it. You want to say it.”
“Mistress…” Danica said, almost dreamily.
“Good girl,” Insinua said. “That felt good, to hear me say that.” She was careful to phrase it as a statement, not a question. The S.L.A.V.E. trigger was making Danica want to believe her, but questions were neither believed nor disbelieved. And Insinua needed to finish the logic loop before Danica could realize she was being manipulated. “And the reason it felt good was because being called a ‘good girl’ feels good to sex-slaves and natural submissives. You felt good when I said it to you, so that can only mean you are a submissive, a sex-slave, or both.”
Danica’s brow furrowed slightly. “But—”
“No ‘buts,’” Insinua chided gently. “A Mistress is talking. And if you are going to be my sex-slave, you must learn to obey me in all things.”
“I mean, I wanna have sex with you, Insinua. Really, I do. But…sex-slave? I don’t know if I want to be your sex-slave.”
“Of course you do, my pet,” Insinua insisted. “And I can prove it. You are a natural submissive. We have already established that. I am a natural domme. That has been clear my whole life. So here we are, a submissive and a dominant. And you have already said that you want to have sex with me, haven’t you?”
“Yes,” Danica said, uncertainly.
“Yes, you do,” Insinua said with authority. “And I want to have sex with you. Now, if you were just a submissive, and not a sex-slave, you would not be aroused right now. But you are already soaking wet. Clearly, you are aroused. Tell me that is correct.”
“It is,” Danica acquiesced. “But that doesn’t necessarily mean—”
“Are you regularly in the habit,” Insinua interrupted, “of turning into a sex-crazed slut for any friend of your parents?”
“No, of course not, but—”
“Tell me the truth,” she interrupted again. “Have you ever been so turned on so fast by another woman, even one as beautiful as I am?”
Danica hesitated, then shook her head slightly. “No.”
“And yet, you are a sexual submissive. One would think you would have been turned on before, if being a submissive meeting a dominant were enough. The fact that you are so turned on can only mean that you are a natural sex-slave, and I am your Mistress. Do you understand?”
Slowly, Danica nodded.
Insinua smiled a predatory grin. “Do you agree?”
Again, the younger woman nodded, biting her lip slightly as she did. “Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
Danica swallowed air. “Yes, Mistress.
“Good girl. Now, there is one last thing we need to do. You and I are going to make love, Danica. And once you orgasm, the last of your doubts will be wiped away. The last of your resistance will be shattered.” She stood up, and gently reached out to take hold of her young slave’s chin, urging her to stand as she did. “The last of your will is going to be mine.”
She pulled Danica in for a kiss. It started as a slow, pleasant smooch. But Insinua’s lust, and her excitement at her latest and greatest conquest, quickly overcame her restraint. The kiss soon morphed into a thing of primal hunger, of unchecked desire. Within a few moments, the two women were feeling each other up, Insinua leaning her conquest back on the dining room table. Danica’s shirt came off first, followed swiftly by her thin, sexy bra, something that was apparently there only for show.
Danica Cain’s breasts were immaculate. They were high and round, perfectly natural and yet unnaturally firm. Her meta-human genes had given her tits that would be the envy of any porn star who had to pay for something barely half as good. Her round nipples, a dark pink against the paler flesh of her skin, were tantalizing, and without much thought, Insinua found herself leaning in to lick and suck on them. Danica’s genuine moan brought a delightful tingle to the villainess’s cunt.
After a few minutes, Insinua regained control and started reasserting it. The point was to put Danica in her new place, after all, the place of Insinua’s obedient sex-slave. Forcing herself into a bit more decorum, she stood back three steps, and then with a smug smile, slipped off the straps of her dress. Unlike Danica, she wore no bra to hide her own perfection. Danica’s eyes widened again, and the young woman actually licked her lips.
“Kneel, slave,” Insinua said, and Danica was quick to obey. “Slip your hand into those leggings. I want to see you play with yourself while you stare at your new Goddess.”
Danica barely blinked as her right hand slid down her toned stomach and underneath the waistband of her pants. She moaned loudly as she found her own clit, rubbing slow circles as she kept her eyes fixed on Insinua’s chest. The red-haired villainess grinned in victory, her hands resting on the curve of her hips in a pose that exuded power.
“You will not cum until I command it, slave,” Insinua said. The longer she made the girl wait, the more powerful the orgasm would be, and the more thorough Insinua’s domination of her would be. And, after all, they had all night. She had made it clear to her other slaves, Tenebraen and Veil, that they were not to return until morning.
She kept the young heroine on her knees and masturbating for nearly ten minutes, until she saw small tears of frustration welling in her blue eyes. “That’s enough. Strip naked and follow me, on your hands and knees.”
Insinua had never seen anyone strip themselves so fast. Within a few seconds, Danica Cain, in all her eighteen-year-old, meta-human hotness, knelt naked before her owner. Insinua allowed herself a small laugh, then turned and walked out of the dining room, toward the master bedroom she had claimed as her own. She did not even look back to see if Fugue was following her; she knew that she would.
Sure enough, as Insinua turned around for the purpose of sitting on the edge of the bed, Danica was just a short distance behind her. Insinua shimmied out of her dress and discarded it to the floor across the room, then slowly spread her legs open. “You told me that you have done some things with a woman before, slave.” She stopped to smile. “Show me.”
“With pleasure, Mistress,” Danica said. She scurried up to Insinua and buried her head in the older woman’s lap. Insinua had expected the typical youthful lack of experience coupled with a sex-slave’s enthusiasm. Instead, she got an eager-to-please servant with the talent of a seasoned cunnilinguist. The villainess arched her back in pleasure, and her own moans rivaled those Danica had emitted earlier.
Danica was relentless. Her tongue never seemed to get tired, and the young woman never seemed to need to stop for a breath. She drove her mistress straight to the edge, and then masterfully held her there, pulling back just when Insinua was about to explode, licking faster right when her pleasure was starting to wane. Then, just when Insinua thought she couldn’t take it any more, Danica switched from licking her mistress’s clit to sucking on it, and the sensation pushed her over the edge to a glorious orgasm.
Once Insinua had recovered, she pulled Danica onto the bed and kissed her ionately. She didn’t even mind the taste of her own cunt on the young heroine’s lips. She slipped her right hand down toward Danica’s pussy and leaned to whisper in her ear.
“My fingers will be the most amazing thing you have ever felt. They will drive you to the brink of orgasm. And I will keep you there until you beg me to grant you release. Until you beg me to let you serve me forever. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Mistress,” Danica whispered as Insinua’s finger found her clit. The touch was electric, sending a jolt of pure pleasure through Danica’s pussy, up her spine, and straight to her brain. She cried out in ecstasy, more a primal scream than a moan. Insinua teased her for a while before plunging two fingers inside her, and then three. She kept going, staring at the screeching meta-human with a look of absolute ownership.
To the young woman’s credit, despite Insinua’s commands, Danica managed to hold on for several minutes before she began to beg. It started softly, almost too low for Insinua to hear her. Then the pleading turned louder, more urgent. Danica was screaming out between breaths, barely able to get the words out. Finally, though, Insinua knew she had her, and, staring directly into Fugue’s eyes, she said, “Cum for me now! Cum for your Mistress!”
Her body finally released from the hold that was blocking her, Danica exploded in a mind-shattering orgasm. Her back arched, her neck and toes both curled back, and her eyes slammed shut. Her entire body was shaking, trembling in the unbelievable pleasure her mistress had just gifted her. She rode the orgasm for as long as she could, but soon the experience was too much for her to take, and she collapsed back on the bed, exhausted to the point of unconsciousness.
Insinua closed her eyes, as well, reveling in her victory. She had them all, now. The entire Cain family. Darren, Veronica, and Danica. Tenebraen, Veil, and Fugue. They were hers. And with them would come others. Anyone she couldn’t control directly, her newest slave would place under her control. She had won. The rest of Veneba City, the other heroes guarding it, would fall to her soon enough. With a satisfied smile plastered on her sweat-soaked face, Insinua drifted off to sleep.
She awoke several hours later with the sunlight pouring into the room. She and Danica were still in bed together, but they were up with their heads on the pillows. She did not moving. She looked over at the blonde goddess next to her and smiled. Danica was awake, sitting up in bed and looking down at her with a strange expression that could only be described as “self-satisfied.”
Insinua stretched briefly, then locked eyes with Fugue and spoke. “Good morning, Mistress.” A look of confusion crossed the villainess’s face. “Wait, did I just call you Mistress, Mistress?”
Danica smiled widely. “Yes, slave. You certainly did. Good girl.”
Insinua’s cunt erupted in pleasure at those words. When she came down, she had two thoughts, which she expressed in the order her brain processed them. “Thank you, Mistress,” she said first. Then, she said, “How did you enslave me? I thought I had enslaved you.” There was no anger in her voice. She belonged to Danica Cain. That was only right. She was simply confused.
Fugue smiled and reached up to stroke Insinua’s red hair. “In time, my pet. But I need to speak with my parents first. And since you told them to be home around ten,” Danica craned her neck to see the clock, “we have almost two hours to kill.” She threw off her blanket to reveal the shaven pussy Insinua had so enjoyed the night before. “Why don’t you busy that tongue of yours with something more productive?”
Insinua did not need to be told twice.