The Valor Force 2
by Second Chair
Chapter Nine
Sacrifice
After midnight on Saturday night and, as always, Lady’s Charmz is packed and the music is pulsing with a life of its own. Victoria Bridgewater could not only hear, she could literally FEEL it pulsing through the walls as she sat at the desk in her office in the back of the club. The thirty two year old, five foot, nine inch tall woman has deep blue eyes and long, raven black hair. The expensive, merlot colored, lace, bodycon dress she was wearing only highlighted her deep, sexy tan and her natural 36D breasts. Designed to scream sex, power and confidence all at once without saying a word in her own carefully crafted, signature style, she also wore Elsa Peretti diamond drop earrings, a single diamond ring on her right ring finger, one platinum, one gold and one silver bracelet on her right wrist, a sapphire ring on her left middle finger and a Pasha de Cartier women’s rose gold watch on her left wrist. Dark red glitter nail polish on her long, coffin nails and dark grey Gianvito Rossi suede over the knee boots finished tonight’s look. As always, the beautiful and very powerful, magical cameo that was her former “super villain” namesake and the source of all of her incredible abilities is around her neck. As it ALWAYS is! Except for a hot, steamy shower or a long, relaxing soak in the bathtub or hot tub, (almost always with her girlfriend, Summer Jordan) the cameo NEVER leaves her neck. As the owner of the hottest and most popular up-scale Gentleman’s club in Valley City which is consistently voted one of the top clubs in the state and the nation, she was finishing up a few of the more mundane, not so fun details of actually running a very popular and entirely legal business before she headed back out to the floor. She wanted to be seated comfortably at her corner of the bar, drink in hand, relaxed and ready when Summer, Imani and Lyndsey hit the main stage in a few minutes. After she had enslaved Imani Weston, the former meta human super heroine known as Wind Jammer after the powerful heroine had chased a couple of armed crooks into the club a few weeks ago and had absolutely had her way with the tall, black and very beautiful super heroine in this very office, Victoria had commanded her new slave to take her to the apartment she shared with her lesbian girlfriend and crime fighting partner, Lyndsey Daniels, the tall, deeply tanned and damned sexy, redheaded meta human known as Fire Hawk. After using her cameo to as quickly and easily enslave Lyndsey as deeply and completely as she had enslaved Imani earlier, Victoria and Summer had very happily spent the rest of that weekend making themselves totally at home in the girls’ own large and very spacious, luxury apartment happily dominating, controlling, being served by and just absolutely fucking the hell out of both of their beautiful, new, super heroine sex slaves. The two VERY former super heroines were now Victoria’s worshipfully loving, deeply devoted and absolutely obedient slave girls. She and Summer have thoroughly enjoyed owning, fucking and playing with their powerful, new pets ever since. Even with their true personalities, thoughts and memories still fully intact, they both genuinely believe that they were born to be her slaves, that they exist only to serve and obey her and that they absolutely love and worship her as their beautiful owner and Mistress. Her AND Mistress Summer too, of course. Which was why she knew the club was about to “go off.” Again. The crowd always went nuts when Summer, Imani and Lyndsey hit the stage as a trio at the top of every hour from eight p. m. till one a.m. before the club closed at two on every Friday and Saturday night. And the always obsessively detail-minded Summer made sure that all three of them looked mouth-wateringly sexy every night. She made damn sure that their costumes were perfect down to the smallest detail when they stepped through the curtain and out onto the main stage to do their act. After finishing the show and taking a break backstage, they would come back out one at a time, do their solo shows on the main stage and then make their “tour” of the five strategically placed, small, square stages known as the “Ring” that circled the large, sunken floor area that held most of the customer tables and was known as the “Well.” Afterwards, they would make their way back to the dancers’ private area in the back of the club. In their last show at midnight, Summer had dressed herself up as the cliche’ hot school teacher in her tight, seriously sexy and too-short, black skirt, her tight, white, button down dress shirt, her dark purple, lace bra and matching panties, a pair of fake glasses and had her long, blonde hair up in a tight bun complete with actual pencils. The click clack of her six inch, black heels was drowned out by the music as she moved confidently around the large, triangular-shaped main stage. She had Imani and Lyndsey dressed as hot school girls in their own cliche’ and very sexy school uniforms complete with short, red, tartan plaid skirts, white, button down dress shirts and short, dark red neckties. The girls’ long, loose hair only added to the scene after Summer had the girls put them up in long pigtails. Victoria thought the club was going to explode when “Poundcake” by Van Halen started playing and the lights came up to show Imani and Lyndsey already sitting at their desks “talking in class” when Summer burst through the curtains to take the stage. The cash started hitting the stage as Summer played the strict teacher in the “classroom,” complete with the two student desks and an actual chalkboard, who spanked the two misbehaving girls with a ruler for getting out of their seats and dancing in class until they grabbed her, “pinned” her arms up against the chalkboard and started caressing and groping her tall, tanned body and kissing her as they slowly cupped and squeezed her large, firm 40D breasts. Laughing as they played with their “trapped” teacher’s body, the girls slowly stripped her, and themselves, all down to their matching, barely there, dark purple, lace thongs. Before the song even stopped, every customer in the club was standing, cheering and literally throwing money at the stage. The only thing flying faster than clothes and cash was the liquor off the shelves. When Victoria had first enslaved the two famous, powerful and stunningly beautiful super heroines, made them her slaves, turned them into strippers and put them on stage in her club, she had SERIOUSLY considered having them debut as their super heroine selves and even dressing them in their own actual costumes. She had reluctantly decided against it. The last thing she wanted was to risk gaining the attention of one or more of the city’s other Supers. She knew that having “Wind Jammer” AND “Fire Hawk” suddenly stripping in her club so soon after the two heroines had seemingly disappeared from the city’s skyline was all but literally asking for trouble. Besides, with Summer’s incredible imagination and her amazing gift for costumes and dance routines, Victoria didn’t need to flaunt or show off her two ‘Super’ slaves. Tonight’s response from the crowd had once again proven that beyond a doubt. Fortunately, while both were very beautiful women, the sexy, mocha-skinned, five foot, ten inch, twenty four year old Imani Weston with her perky 36B breasts didn’t draw that much more attention than usual for a tall, attractive dancer. Unfortunately, her very noticeable and natural bright blue hair and the very real henna tattoos that ran from her fingers almost to her elbows on both arms certainly did. And it certainly didn’t help when you put Imani on stage with the six foot tall, twenty six year old Lyndsey Daniels. Between her height, her deep, golden tan, her red hair that looks more like living fire with its natural mix of orange and yellow running through it and her much larger 36DD breasts, they can’t help but stick out. And what the hell? Why not just send up a damn flare and put these two tall, damned sexy and very beautiful women on the same stage and at the same time with the club’s long time running, number one headliner, the lovely miss Summer Ann Jordan. Summer herself stands six feet tall, has long, platinum blonde hair, bright blue eyes, 38D breasts and a very real, patiently earned, sun-worshipping, deep bronze, ALL OVER tan of her own. Her work finished, Victoria was about to shut off her laptop and head for the bar when Boris Damon, her massive and very muscular, six foot, eight inch tall head of security stuck his head in the door. As always, Boris himself was looking sharp in one of his usual tailor-made Brioni suits. Tonight, he had selected a charcoal grey suit. The pressed, dark blue dress shirt, the light purple tie, matching purple pocket handkerchief and silver tie clip made the large, black man look very good. A short, military style haircut, black and silver Patek Philippe watch on his left wrist, a gold chain bracelet on his right wrist and polished, black Oxford shoes finished his look. Victoria smiled to herself. Even though they’re both confirmed lesbians, she and Summer have seriously discussed spending a night or... two together with him more than once. Of course, he doesn’t know that. That thought fresh in her mind, she smiled to herself as she looked up at him and smiled.
“Hey boss, you got a minute?”
“For you, Boris? Always. What’s up?”
“There’s a pretty, little redhead out here that says she needs to speak to you. She says it’s very important. And I think you should...”
Victoria looked at her watch and frowned. The girls would be on stage in a few, short minutes. She was NOT going to miss the show for anything!
“Now? Seriously? Well..., tell her to come back around... noon tomorrow and I’ll take a look at her and watch her dance then. I am NOT missing Summer and the girls’ show again!”
Boris laughs as he steps into the office and closes the door behind him.
“No, boss. She’s not looking for a job. You won’t believe it, but she... uh, she says she’s here for... uhh... because she’s...”
“She’s... What?! What does she want, Boris? What are you so obviously trying to NOT tell me?”
Boris takes a deep breath. He’s almost certain he knows how his boss is going to react to what he’s about to tell her.
“She says she’s here... on behalf of... R-Rochelle.”
Victoria’s smile instantly disappears and even the tall, well-built, 2X former M.M.A world heavyweight champion wishes he was... anywhere else.
“ROCHELLE!?! As in Rochelle... fucking... Saan Martine!?! Are you serious!?! What does that fucking... skank want?! You telling me she’s.. here, Boris?! In the club... right now?! Oh... My... God!! Talk about having fucking balls!! I’m going to...“
“Whoa! Hey, claws in, boss. Rochelle’s NOT here in person. My guess? This girl’s almost certainly one of her slaves. As for what... she wants, I... I don’t... know...”
Victoria takes a deep breath as she follows Boris’s eyes down to her own hands and realizes she was gripping the back of her chair so tight that her knuckles had turned white. Almost laughing, she lets go and shakes her hands to let the blood flow back into them. She reflexively reaches up and rubs her cameo as she takes another breath and forces herself to relax. She NEVER expected to see Rochelle again after what that bitch fucking did! After she... she..
Victoria took a slow, deep breath as her mind flashed back to that night a few years ago. They were all right here in the club having a private party upstairs in the “Box.” The “Box” is what Victoria calls the one way mirrored and very private area that takes up roughly the full front half of the second floor of the club. The Box’s one way mirrored floor and interior, stage-facing, one-way glass wall allowed you to look out and down on nearly the entire first floor of the club without being seen yourself. Rochelle Saan Martine, the very powerful telepathic villain called Psi Ann, Sandra Ralston, the beautiful, meta human villain known as Artifact, the sexy and absolutely identical twins Sophia and Olivia Rossi better known as the super villains Glimmer and Gloss, and, of course, Victoria herself back when she was the much more active, powerful and dangerous super villain known as Cameo were having a “ladies’ night” full of very adult fun with great food, bottomless drinks and their pick of Victoria’s sexiest ladies. Back then the five of them were known as the “Domme Squad,” Valley City’s most powerful, most dangerous and the only known all female team of super villains anywhere. Thanks to her cameo, Victoria replayed that night with perfect clarity in her mind. Natalie “Natty” Singer, Victoria’s long time floor manager was dealing with a difficult customer and had called her boss down for help. As soon as Victoria stepped out, Rochelle used her powerful telepathy to instantly and completely enslave Cindy Ames as she was serving her a drink. She forced the now deeply enslaved and very pretty waitress and bartender to strip herself naked, get down on her hands and knees and kiss and lick her dark grey ankle boots. Then, when the other women told her to stop fucking around and let Cindy go, Rochelle told them to just chill the fuck out and let her enjoy her pretty, new toy. Ignoring her teammates completely, Rochelle reached down, grabbed Cindy by her long, black hair with her left hand and pulled her skirt up to expose her pantyless pussy with her right hand and shoved Cindy’s face between her legs, held her face tight against her pussy and forced the straight girl to eat her out. Things quickly turned serious when Olivia told her to stop for the second time. Rochelle looked at her and simply smiled as she quickly and arrogantly seized Olivia’s mind, forced her to stand up, strip herself naked, get down on her hands and knees, take Rochelle’s boots off and kiss and lick her stocking covered feet and suck her toes. Watching her suddenly silent, obviously enslaved and blank-faced twin sister obediently stand up and start taking her clothes off, Sophia got “insta-pissed” and started charging up her own powers as she told Rochelle to let her sister go right... fucking... NOW!! Rochelle simply laughed again as she looked right into Sophia’s eyes and just as quickly and easily enslaved her and commanded her to strip and get down on her hands and knees next to her sister so they could both worship her feet. When the now equally blank-faced Sophia went silent and started to strip, Sandra decided that enough was enough and told Rochelle to stop fucking around and let all three of them go. With Olivia AND Sophia completely enslaved, naked and devotedly worshipping her feet and Cindy eating her pussy and before Sandra could think of doing anything to stop her, Rochelle had simply enslaved her mind and forced her to strip, get down on her knees and kneel before her as well. After adjusting her slaves’ positions and making Sandra remove her stockings and kiss and lick her bare feet and suck her toes for a few minutes in a very deliberate show of power, Rochelle again shuffled her slaves around so that the naked Sandra was on her hands and knees and acting as her living foot stool while Sophia and Olivia continued to obediently worship her bare feet. Rochelle squeezed Cindy into the space between the couch and Sandra and made her continue to eat her out. A few minutes later as Rochelle enjoyed the orgasm that was coursing through her body from both Cindy’s crude efforts and having four beautiful, naked women completely under her control, Victoria walked back in from dealing with the very self-absorbed and all too rich, fucking asshole of a customer downstairs. Already upset by the egotistical asshole downstairs, as soon as she saw what was happening, Victoria immediately exploded in surprise and anger!! Using the magic of her cameo, she quickly neutralized Rochelle’s telepathic control and released ALL of the women... once free of her control, and being fully aware of what they had done because she deliberately kept them aware to experience being her enslaved puppets, her three teammates all moved to attack her together. Victoria had to use the cameo to freeze and hold them in place while she turned to Rochelle, her own anger obvious in her expression and... barely under control.
“Get... the FUCK... out of here, Rochelle!! And I mean... right goddamn... fucking... NOW!!!”
Rochelle looked directly into Victoria’s eyes for a llooong, silent moment. What she was thinking was all too obvious to both of them. Victoria smiled as she answered Rochelle’s stare with her own.
“Try it, Rochelle. I’m begging you! PLEASE fucking try it!”
Rochelle just laughed, stood up, deliberately took a long moment to finish her drink, set the empty glass upside down on the table, grabbed her bag, very deliberately looked right into Victoria’s eyes, smiled and walked out of the room. After giving Rochelle time to get downstairs, out of the building, into her car and “down the road,” Victoria released the others. Totally unconcerned about being completely nude, Sophia and Olivia both immediately started to go after her. Knowing what they intended to do and how easily Rochelle would’ve enslaved them again, Victoria stopped them.
“Stop! Don’t try it, girls. Just... just calm down. We all know that even together you two wouldn’t stand a chance against her. You know as well as I do that your physical powers are no match for the sheer force of her telepathy. You go after her now and you’ll just end up as her permanently mindless, little fuck puppets.”
Taking a deep breath in an attempt to calm herself down, Victoria then looked over at the naked, obviously humiliated and totally freaked out Cindy Ames. She was still on the floor, leaning against the couch, trembling with her legs pulled up against her naked chest trying to cover herself with tears in her eyes as she reached for her clothes, hands shaking. Victoria could see how badly what had just happened to Cindy was affecting her. Victoria walked over and knelt down next to her. She didn’t say anything as she helped her gather her clothes. As Cindy got dressed, she looked into her boss’s eyes and saw the genuine regret in her eyes. Cindy knew how much Victoria honestly cared about her.
“I’m SO sorry, Cindy!! I NEVER imagined that she’d do something like this. You know this would NOT have happened if I had been here, right?”
Dressed and feeling... slightly less vulnerable, Cindy looks at Victoria.
“Y-yeah, boss woman. I... I know. I... I just... I need... a few m-minutes here.., okay? Please?”
“I understand, Cindy. I’ll have Boris take you home. You just go home, relax and take a few days for yourself, okay?”
“Thanks, boss woman, but I’m... uh, actually... yeah, that sounds like a... a really good idea. I think I’ll... do that. I... yeah, thanks, boss woman.”
After getting to her feet Cindy takes a minute to speak to the other women in the room.
“I... uh.., th-thank you for... for trying to... to help me. I don’t... I don’t really... know any of you... that well, but I’m... I... uh, th-thank... you.”
As Victoria starts to lead Cindy out of the box and down to the first floor, Sophia makes it clear that she and her sister have plans of their own.
“Hey... uh, Cindy.., is it? If it helps you feel any better, hon, trust me, this is NOT over!! I promise you...!”
“...That if we EVER get that fucking bitch under our control...“
The mood lightens some when they all laugh as Olivia seamlessly continues her sister’s thought. Without missing a beat, Sophia finishes making their point.
“... We’re going to literally fucking kill her! We’ll even arrange it so you get a little... payback for yourself...”
“...How does that sound, hon?”
Inserting herself into the conversation, Sandra makes her own thoughts just as clear.
“Only after I totally fuck her ass up!! She’s always been an arrogant cunt, but goddamn it, even I can’t believe she did that! I love Rochelle like a sister, but I swear I’ll fucking kill her for pulling this shit!! This time she went to far even for me!”
As the villains make their plans to deal with a now very... former friend and teammate, Victoria looks at the door to the Box, deliberately left open by Rochelle when she walked out of their lives... forever! Victoria knew that if she or any of them ever saw Rochelle again, especially the twins, it would be fucking war! She also knew that someone would almost certainly end up bleeding, enslaved or... dead before it was over! When she heard and felt the music suddenly kick in and heard the crowd go nuts, Victoria was pulled back to the present moment and knew that the girls had just stepped out on stage and she was now missing the show because of the LAST person she ever wanted to see again.
“Damn it! Fine. S-send her in, Boris. Let’s... let’s find out what the... fuck that silver-haired... witch wants!”
“Right away, boss.”
Opening the door and heading back out to the main floor, Boris addresses someone in the hall.
“Go right in, miss.”
“Thank you, sir.”
After taking another deep breath and sitting down, Victoria looked up to see a petite, very attractive and rather busty redhead step into her office. The moment she saw her, Victoria had to laugh when she instantly recognized Rochelle’s needlessly expensive “fingerprints” all over the girl. Like it or not, Victoria had to it that she looked fucking sexy as hell in the short, tight, dark red Oscar De La Renta dress she was wearing. In addition to the shamelessly expensive and barely there dress, she saw Rochelle’s touch in the matching red, five inch strappy Rene Caovilla high heels that wrapped their way almost to her knees, the expensive but tastefully minimal jewelry the girl wore and, of course, the thin, stylish and overly expensive, black leather slave collar around her neck ALL screamed Rochelle. Oh yeah, this girl was definitely her slave!
‘Hmm. Let’s see. Well, of course, she’s beautiful. I would expect nothing less from Rochelle! Tasty, little body too. And those big tits would look very good in a skimpy bra or bikini top. She’d certainly be a big hit on stage. Especially after Summer got her very talented hands on her. And, obviously, she’d look even better on her knees looking up at me from between my legs, her face shining with my juices.’
Victoria allowed herself a quick laugh as she imagined the unknown girl as her obedient slave devotedly eating her pussy. Victoria smiled as the girl stepped closer, met her gaze and smiled meekly at her.
“Excuse me, Ma’am. Are you miss Victoria Bridgewater?”
“Yes I am, hon. what can I...?”
Victoria stopped mid-sentence when the redhead suddenly dropped to her knees to kneel in front of her desk, put her hands behind her back and bowed her head.
“Please allow me but a moment, Ma’am. My Mistress offers you this slave as her gift to you if you will only agree to meet with her in person. She respectfully requests a face to face meeting with you if you will agree to hear her out. My Mistress understands that you may still be... upset with her over certain... past events. She also knows very well that the magic in your cameo is more than a match for even her incredible powers. And so she offers you this slave as gift and peace offering.“
Victoria is ittedly caught completely off-guard. She was already distracted thinking about missing Summer and the girls’ act and now she had an unknown and very unexpected, but delicious looking stranger on her knees in front of her desk telling her that she was her sex slave IF she agreed to meet with the ONE woman she couldn’t decide between enslaving and then happily commanding her to go jump off a tall building somewhere or personally cutting her heart out with a knife. A dull knife. A rusty, dull knife.
‘Hmm. This night just took a serious left turn. Let’s see, on one hand, I get a sexy new slave girl, but on the other, I have to talk to Rochelle. Is one worth the other?’
Victoria laughs out loud as she holds her hands out, alternating one up and one down as she “weighs” her choices. She looks at the girl on her knees and licks her lips as she considers her options.
“Stand up, girl.”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
Bethany quickly stands up. She smiles as she looks at Victoria.
“With respect, Ma’am. What is your answer?”
Victoria meets Bethany’s gaze for a long moment then stands up and walks out of her office.
“Be quiet and follow me, girl.”
“But.., my Mistress...? She commands that I... Yes, Ma’am.”
Victoria leads Bethany out of the office and across the large club’s main floor, pausing for a moment to enjoy Summer, Imani and Lyndsey as they dance to Red Rider’s “Lunatic Fringe.” The crowd was, as always, clapping and cheering loudly as several of them lined up to drop their cash on the stage at the ladies’ feet. Seeing that all three girls were already down to their barely there panties, Victoria sighed ruefully at having missed seeing what Summer’s always mouth-watering costume choice for this set had been. Victoria nodded at Summer and blew her a kiss when their eyes met as she continued toward the D J’s booth and climbed the spiral, metal staircase in the corner to the club’s second floor and the Box with Bethany following right behind her. The rest of the second floor consisted of a second, fully stocked bar on the left hand side outside the Box, a second set of bathrooms in the back and three expensive and private champagne rooms taking up the rest of the floor. Standing at the door of the box and looking in, the left hand half of the floor and left hand side of the room were made almost entirely of one-way glass. You can see down and out into the majority of the club, but no one knows you’re there. You have TOTAL privacy. On the right hand side against the wall was a large, overstuffed, black microfiber couch with two matching, large, over-stuffed chair and a halfs on either side and a dark, cherry wood table centered in front of the couch. Their vantage point also provided a satisfying, full view of the club, the stages and the dancers below. The far end of the room was taken up entirely by nothing less than an elaborate, literal throne chair that sat on a raised, faux marble dais. The floor was covered in a very luxurious, black carpet. The wall behind the throne and all along the right hand side of the room was covered in a dark cherry wood ing. The room was deliberately dark with the only light coming from three dimmed but adjustable, overhead lights. There were large, fake trees in the far corners of the room on either side of the throne. Victoria deliberately walked directly to the throne and sat down. She pointed to the floor at the edge of the dais in front of the throne.
“Come here and get on your knees, girl.”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
Bethany walks up to the edge of the dais before Victoria and again drops to her knees to kneel before her with her hands behind her back and her head bowed. Victoria takes a moment to turn to her right and look down through the glass to the main stage and smiles as she watches her girls turn their backs to the audience and very deliberately keep their legs straight as, together, they slowly bend over at the waist to pick the cash up off the stage, then turn back to face the crowd, smile, wave and disappear behind the curtain to a cacophony of cheers, shouts, whistles and clapping. She laughed knowing that when the girls came back out to do their individual sets on the main stage and then the Ring that the guys and more than a few of the ladies would be lined up, each one hoping to be their first customer. God, she loves this club! Smiling, she turned her attention back to Bethany.
“Listen to me girl. I’m going to ask you some questions and you will answer me quickly and honestly. Do you understand me?”
Lifting her head to look at Victoria, Bethany answers.
“Yes, Ma’am.”
Victoria starts to question Bethany when the second floor champagne waitress knocks on the door and sticks her head in.
“Hey boss woman, thought I’d better pop my head in when I saw you come up. You want your usual? Chilled Belvedere vodka over an ice ball in a whiskey tumbler?”
Victoria smiled as she looked almost lovingly at Cindy Ames. Cindy is not only a very pretty and damned sexy girl, but she is her absolute favorite waitress. She also considers Cindy a friend. One of the few genuine friends she has. Cindy stands all of five feet tall, has bright blue eyes, long, curly black hair, a modest tan and not so modest 34E breasts. She hired Cindy four years ago after spending a few hours at a club in Vegas. Having watched her play the crowd like a fine violin, Victoria was amazed at how well the tiny woman flirted with and how easily she played her obviously mostly male customers. After watching her work for all of twenty minutes, she offered her a full time job at triple what she was making, first class airfare and travel expenses on the spot. She has never regretted it!
“Sounds good, Cindy.”
When Cindy noticed Bethany on her knees at the edge of the dais, she looked back to her boss.
“Does uhh... she... want anything?”
Victoria laughs at the look on Cindy’s face. The mix of recognition, understanding, acceptance, and more than a little genuine... curiosity was just too cute to keep a straight face, although it did give Victoria a few ideas. Ideas she quickly dismissed. Victoria would never risk their relationship for one night, no matter how much fun she might have. And, God, how does Cindy still seem so damn... innocent working in gentleman’s clubs so long? Still smiling, she looked at Bethany.
“Do you want something to drink, girl? What is your name anyway?”
Bethany met Victoria’s gaze as she answered.
“Yes, Ma’am. My name is Bethany and I would like a coke.”
Victoria looked to Cindy.
“You heard her, Cindy. Bring her a coke on ice.”
“Hmm, complicated order, good thing I’m a professional bartender. Back in a minute, boss woman.”
Victoria laughed again at how Cindy always made her smile. She genuinely loved Cindy AND her entire staff. She turned her attention back to Bethany.
“Now then, Bethany. Tell me something.”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“Except for Sandra, I know Rochelle better than almost anyone alive, so I assume that she’s using her telepathy to “listen in” on everything that’s happening around you right now, isn’t she? Be honest.”
“I... yes, Ma’am. She is.”
“I thought so. Well, when my slaves kneel before me, they do so with their asses on their ankles, their hands on their knees, leaning slightly forward with their heads bowed. Yes, like that. Good girl. Now, just kneel there and be quiet.“
“Does this mean that you... ”
Victoria silently stares directly into Bethany’s eyes.
“Yes, Ma’am.”
Bethany adjusts her position so that she is in her correct new position as she sits back on her ankles, puts her hands on her knees, leans forward slightly, bows her head and kneels before Victoria. Victoria smiles as she takes a long, lust-filled look at Bethany then leans against the back of her padded throne chair, takes a deep breath, closes her eyes and starts “talking” in her mind.
‘Well, Rochelle. I’ll say this for you. You’ve DEFINITELY still got the biggest... ‘set’ I’ve ever known any woman to have. That said, while I can’t believe that even you have the nerve to actually come back here after what you fucking did, I’m NOT surprised you’re so willing to use an innocent girl to protect yourself! I’m also curious enough to find out what you want so badly that you would actually come back here in person, so I’ll hear you out. I’ll take pretty, little Bethany here as my new slave and you have safe age to me in the Box.’
Rochelle’s response slides into Victoria’s mind after she lowers the cameo’s protective “screen” that keeps her mind safe from ANY kind of psychic influence or attack.
‘Hello Vix, How have you been?’
‘That’s Victoria, Rochelle!! I said I’d meet with you. That does NOT make us friends again! Now, since we both know you’re sitting in a limo somewhere close to the club, why don’t you just come on in so we can talk face to face. You know how much I loathe these damned telepathic conversations.’
‘Very well... Victoria. I will be there momentarily.’
Victoria opens and takes a moment to rub her eyes. She smiles when she sees Cindy standing there with her favorite vodka served just the way she loves it. She may be capable of having these “telepathic conversations” with Rochelle and or other telepaths, but she’s never liked them. She laughs at the irony of how speaking telepathically always gives her a damn headache.
“Thank you, Cindy. Tell Boris that Rochelle will be here in a few minutes and I want him to personally escort her and whatever girl or girls she’ll undoubtedly have with her up to see me.”
“You got it boss woman.”
Cindy turns around, takes two and a half steps toward the door, realizes what her boss just said, stops mid-step and turns around to face her. All of the joy and warmth that Cindy is so famous for at the club is gone. There is absolutely NO joy in her expression now. Victoria just nods her head and smiles warmly at Cindy, hoping to reassure her.
“Yes, Cindy. You heard me, right. Rochelle Saan Martine will be here in a few minutes. I understand how you feel and I am truly sorry for how you’ll feel when you see her, but I’m going to meet with her and find out what she wants. I’m genuinely curious as to just what it is she’s after. Just... take care of the other rooms. There will be NO repeat of what happened last time! Believe me, Cindy, you are absolutely safe tonight. , I promised you that what happened that night would NEVER happen to you again! You believe me.., don’t you?”
“Su-sure, boss woman. Whatever you... say. You need anything, I’ll... I’ll be on the... on the uhh... the bar. I... I have... uh... drink orders to... yeah...”
“Thank you, Cindy. And please relax. You are absolutely safe tonight. Everything will be fine. I promise.”
They look at each other for another moment, then Cindy smiles and heads back to the bar and the drink orders she knows are waiting for her.
‘Cindy definitely gets a big bonus tonight! On second thought, she gets a fucking B I G bonus tonight!’
Understanding Cindy’s reaction when she again re what Rochelle did to her the last time she was here, Victoria smiles as she turns her attention back to Bethany.
“As for you, Bethany. You understand that you are now MY slave, yes?”
“Yes, Ma’am. I am your slave.”
“That means you will address me and ONLY me as Mistress from now on. Now, stand up, strip down to your panties, get back on your knees and be quiet.”
“Yes, Mistress. As you command.”
Bethany stands up and moves to obey her new owner’s commands. After quickly stripping down to her red, lace panties and her thin, black slave collar, Bethany again assumes her new, proper position. As Mistress told her before, she sits on her ankles with her hands on her knees, leans slightly forward and bows her head.
“Look at me, slave.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
Bethany looks up to meet her new owner’s gaze. Victoria smiles as she draws on the cameo’s power to reach deeply into Bethany’s mind and remove ALL of Rochelle’s control and make Bethany her slave. Not that she requires eye to enslave someone, she simply wants to look into Bethany’s pretty eyes. She smiles again as she feels the cameo forming a very familiar bond between her and Bethany. An unbreakable bond that tells Victoria that the young woman is absolutely hers now. Body, mind and soul.
‘What the...? Well, this is certainly a surprise. So, you’re Bethany... Van Hoffe. And you’re... Red Rocket? The River City super hero? I wonder why Rochelle didn’t just tell me? She knows that I’m going to claim your mind for myself. She has to know that I would find out all about who you are when I removed her control over you. You’re going to be even more fun than I first thought! And, what’s... this? Looks like Rochelle isn’t the only one that’s been playing with your mind, Bethany. Hmm, enslaving super heroes isn’t your usual M.O., Manx. What ARE you up to now, my pretty kitty?!’
Laughing at the unexpected surprises she’s finding in her new slave’s mind, Victoria smiles a sly grin as she re the last time she spoke to her friend, the infamous, cat-girl and very talented thief. Manx and Victoria have known each other for a while. Although it’s been a few years since they last met, they both consider the other a friend, as far as Victoria knows anyway. Of course, Manx has always been a fickle one. For her part, Bethany gets an unexpected moment of total mental clarity. A tear runs down her face as she vividly re the moment she first saw and was so quickly and easily enslaved by Rochelle a few weeks ago. A second tear follows the first when she has just enough time to realize she has been “given away” and enslaved again. Another heartbeat later, mercifully, the slave’s tears stop.
“Take that collar off and give it to me. You belong to me now, slave.”
“Yes, Mistress. I belong to you now.”
Taking her collar off, Bethany reaches forward and hands it to Victoria. Laughing to herself as she puts Rochelle’s collar on the throne’s armrest for a moment, Victoria reaches into an unseen pocket on the left side of her throne and pulls out a thin, bright red, leather collar, steps over to Bethany, reaches down and snaps it snugly around her neck. She takes Bethany by the chin and looks into her eyes.
“Yes, that’s much better. Red is definitely your color, my pretty, little hero. Listen to me, slave. When your former mistress arrives, you will ignore her completely. But, if I move, change seats or leave the room, you will crawl after me on your hands and knees. You will make certain that you are always at my feet until I say otherwise. Do you understand me, slave?“
“Yes, Mistress. I understand and obey.”
Victoria leans down and kisses her. Breaking the kiss, Victoria takes a moment to look at her pretty, nearly nude, new slave.
“You are a pretty one, Bethany van Hoffe. We’re definitely going to get to know each other much better after I find out what Rochelle wants, my pet. But for now, I want you to come sit here, face the door and get into position at my feet. And , you will respond only to me. That’s a good girl.“
“Yes, Mistress. I obey.”
Bethany turns to face the door as she moves to sit at her owner’s feet on the dais. Victoria sits up straight, slides back against the high back throne, puts her elbows on the throne’s armrests, puts her fingers together and crosses her legs. She actually smiles when she sees the expression on Rochelle’s face as Boris escorts her and a very attractive Asian woman into the room.
‘Of course. Rochelle always did have a preference for petite women. And, of course, she’s beautiful as well. Only the best for you, right Rochelle?’
Momentarily lost in her thoughts, Victoria smiles as she watches the unknown Asian woman subtly move to stand against the wall placing herself between Rochelle and the door. Looking at the girl, Victoria sees the same “fingerprints” on her that she saw on Bethany. Between the expensive, black dress and the equally expensive strappy, black heels, the minimal jewelry and, of course, the same unnecessarily expensive, thin, black, leather slave collar around the girl’s neck, she all but literally screamed “Rochelle’s slave.” She is obviously as deeply and completely under Rochelle’s absolute control as Bethany was. Victoria smiles to herself as she takes a moment to wonder if this girl is... well, if she was a super hero as well? Regardless, she plans to enjoy this.
“Thank you Boris. Have Cindy bring me another drink and my... guest a glass of Angel’s Envy on ice. Anything for her?“
Victoria looks at Rochelle as she points at Veronica. Rochelle simply smiles back as they lock eyes. She knows the “chess game” has just started. She ignores Veronica entirely as she answers Victoria.
“No. Nothing for her.”
“You heard her, Boris.”
“Right away, boss. You want me to stay close? Or have your two... new girls come up?“
Victoria and Rochelle lock eyes again. They both know the next move is Rochelle’s. Victoria turns back to Boris and smiles at him. She knows his concern for her is genuine. She looks into his eyes as she rubs her cameo. He may not truly understand how it works, but he has some idea of what the cameo is and the incredible power his boss possesses. Even so, he still isn’t completely reassured. He DOES know and understand how powerful Rochelle is.
“No, Boris. Thank you, but that won’t be necessary. Everything will be fine. THIS time!”
As Boris nods his head and leaves, Victoria moves over to sit on the chair and a half and face Rochelle as she moves to sit on the couch. Bethany silently crawls after her Mistress and moves to stay at her feet as she commanded. When Cindy brings them their drinks, Rochelle meets Cindy’s gaze and smiles as she takes a very deliberate moment to look her up and down. Between the tight, white, long-sleeve Ladies’ Charmz tee shirt that only serves to emphasize her already large, full chest, the short, black skirt that drew your eyes to her sexy ass and the four inch platform heels, Cindy looked like liquid sex.
“Hello, Cindy. You’re looking very... tasty tonight. You know we never did finish our... date the last time I was here.“
Cindy looks right into Rochelle’s eyes and smiles as she calmly responds.
“Fuck you, bitch!”
Her smile instantly gone, Rochelle tries to seize Cindy’s mind and make her her slave again, but quickly finds her powers... blocked?
“I don’t think so, Rochelle. I assured Cindy that she was perfectly safe tonight and I meant it. So, just power down, back off, leave Cindy alone and tell me what the fuck you want while I’m still willing to listen! Or you can leave right now. Of course, I keep Bethany either way.”
Rochelle looks over to Victoria for a moment and then back to Cindy. She laughs as she takes her drink. As they both sip their drinks, Rochelle takes a moment to look at Bethany. She smiles to herself when she sees Victoria’s signature, bright red, leather collar around her former slave’s neck. She laughs at the irony of Victoria’s favorite color being red.
‘Hmm, maybe I should tell her WHO her new slave is..., was..? No, I’m quite certain she already knows. It would’ve been amusing to see the look on her face when she discovered who Bethany is, I’m sure. That damn cameo of hers. I should seriously think about how to...’
Totally unaware of what Rochelle’s thinking, Victoria smiles as she tosses the black collar Bethany was wearing on the table in front of Rochelle. The inference is loud and clear. Let the game begin.
“You can have that one back. She won’t be needing it anymore. All right, Rochelle. Make it quick. Why the fuck are you here, what do you want and what could possibly make you think I would help you with... anything after what you did to Cindy? And the others.“
Rochelle smiles as she turns her attention away from the collar AND Victoria’s not so subtle message. The chess game continues.
“Right to the point as always, Vix? Fine. Put simply, I found her. I found my unicorn!”
Victoria almost chokes on her vodka.
“You... WHAT!?! N-no, you... didn’t! The unicorn isn’t... I mean, that was just... a joke. I made that whole “There’s no such thing as an “ultimate” telepath. You’re searching for a damn unicorn” thing up just to tease you, ? C’mon, Rochelle, be serious. You’re telling me that you actually found a meta human telepath that’s more powerful than ANY known telepath has EVER been? Including you?!“
“Yes, I did. I found her, Vix. Or maybe I should say she found me? Anyway, my God, Victoria, I didn’t just sense her, I... I felt her! In MY mind! Fuck, she “walked” right through my psychic shields like they were... nothing!! She spoke to me. And I can tell you she is definitely a she! I can also tell you that the pure, raw power, the sheer... force that I... experienced that night was almost... inconceivable!! She is more powerful than even I ever imagined! Fuck, Victoria. She didn’t just kick me out of her mind, she “slammed” my mind back into my physical body with so much force that Veronica and I both literally ed out! Bethany almost ed out too.“
Victoria is stunned. She CAN’T believe what she’s hearing. She isn’t a meta human herself. ALL of her incredible power and various abilities come from the powerful magic in the very old cameo around her neck. But she understands Supers all too well. Over the course of her career as a super villain, she had used the cameo to fight, enslave, control and or escape from almost all of the city’s super heroes. She has experienced the strength and power of their different abilities first hand. She has willingly experienced the sheer power of Psi Ann’s telepathy herself. She personally knows how damn powerful Rochelle is. And just the thought that there IS a telepath much more powerful than even Rochelle is... is... well, honestly, it’s fucking scary!!
“Sssoo... what are you... going to do? Are you still planning to go after her? Are you seriously planning to try to... to capture her? Make her your slave?! You CAN’T be serious. Rochelle!?! If she’s that powerful, how can even you, even for a moment, consider trying to enslave her?!“
Rochelle smiles. Without knowing it, Victoria has just given her exactly the opening she was looking for.
Check.
“Yes, I’m serious. And yes, I AM going to make her my slave, Vix. But, no, you’re right. I can’t do it alone. I need help. I need your help, Vix. You and the entire... “Domme Squad.“
As she watches the expression she was looking for appear on Victoria’s face, it’s Rochelle’s turn to laugh.
“What’s the matter, Vix? Not the... meeting you had planned?“
Mate.