The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Emma James sat back in the large hot tub’s built-in seat, closed her eyes, took a deep, relaxing breath and simply enjoyed the boiling water as it continued to massage her sexy, sore and very satisfied body. She was... recovering from yet another intense morning session of seriously satisfying sex with three of her four beautiful and devoted, personal sex slaves. All three of whom were now waiting on her hand and foot as she relaxed in the hot tub. Specifically, her favorite, ‘normal’ human and currently very naked slave, Kiko Nishimura, was on Emma’s lap blissfully giving herself to her owner. As they kissed, pausing only for breath, each kiss longer and hungrier than the last, their hands roamed over each other’s naked bodies. Bodies they each knew very well by now. Hands warmed by the tub’s hot water held, caressed and massaged large, bare breasts and pinched and tweaked already rock hard nipples as other hands slipped easily into very wet and even more willing pussies in an unconscious race to take the other to her peak. Fortunately, or... not, it was Emma that ‘lost’ the race.

“Ooohh Ffuuuck!! Kiiikooo... oohh mmyy... Goood!! You... mmm... I... I’mm.... nngghh!!”

Emma’s entire deeply tanned, five foot, six inch, blonde haired body erupts in another powerful orgasm. Emma wraps both arms around Kiko’s waist, pulls her smaller, five foot, two inch body right up against hers and hugs her tight as the orgasm pulses through her. Emma loves the feel of Kiko’s soft, warm body and more specifically, her deliciously full, firm 34DD breasts as she presses them against her own ample 36D chest. After a few more minutes of mutual bliss, Emma releases Kiko, collapses back into the tub’s seat and lets the heat and the pulse of the boiling water start to relax her all over again. Emma laughs out loud as she slips a hand between her legs and rubs her fingers against her shaved ‘kitty’ as she rides out the orgasm’s after effects. Kiko happily slides into the seat next to her Mistress and smiles as she leans over and lovingly kisses her on the cheek again.

“Oh fuck! You are ssooo damn satisfying, Kiko! God, you keep THAT up, baby girl, and Helena might just have to move to Jealous Town, population... her!!“

“Ha haa! Thank you, Mistress! I live only for your pleasure! I love you more than anything, Mistress!”

Helena, of course, being Emma’s girlfriend, Helena Rothridge. The beautiful, sexy, very intelligent and proven billionaire businesswoman. Helena Rothridge is also the very powerful, meta human super villainess known publicly as the Royal. Like Helena, Emma is also a powerful meta human. She’s known as the sexy, electrical villainess, Stunner. Together, over the course of the last several weeks, they had successfully defeated and captured the entire, all female, five member super hero team known as the Valor Force. And as they captured each one, Helena had very skillfully used what she calls her energetic mind control to deeply and permanently enslave them. Helena’s ability to so completely control minds is one of the many physical abilities that comes from the powerful but still unidentified energy that courses through her entire sexy, five foot, eight inch body and makes her so dangerous. Sitting up in the hot tub, Emma reached for her cut crystal, whiskey tumbler set in the tub’s drink rest and finished her Crown and Coke.

“Megan, my sexy, little, slave girl, fix me another drink.”

“Yes, Mistress!”

Megan Dupree is one of the two founding of the Valor Force, along with Angelina Donner, Valley City’s first and physically strongest super heroine, known publicly as Lady Blue. Similarly, Megan is known as the inventive genius and ultra intelligent super heroine, Mytech. After Helena enslaved Megan, Emma had truly enjoyed and utterly relished dominating and controlling her now totally broken and absolutely obedient, former nemesis. She truly enjoyed having Megan so completely under her control that she could do... whatever she wanted to her and Megan would happily thank her for it with genuine devotion in her eyes! However, over the last few weeks, while she’s been training Megan to be her personal sex slave and has enjoyed using her as her favorite, eager, little fuck puppet, Emma surprised even herself by coming to actually care about Megan. Emma still takes great delight in bending the naked, collared and utterly subservient Megan Dupree over the side of the king size, four poster bed in the large, master bedroom she shares with Helena, over the king-sized bed in the second, large bedroom she calls her own, over the arm of the couch in the living room they use, over the arm of one of the expensive, antique chairs or the matching couch in the formal living room they don’t, or even bending her over the damned kitchen table and taking her by the hip with one hand and a handful of Megan’s short, still pink but growing, natural black hair with the other and shoving her favorite, bright pink strap-on, her famous “Queen Maker” into her from behind and just fucking the hell out of her obedient, broken, slave’s pussy, claiming it and Megan as her property, again and again. Emma can’t wait until Megan’s hair grows out long enough to get rid of the ridiculous pink pixie cut that Megan, herself, prefers to keep her hair styled in. Well preferred may be the better term considering that Megan has no individual preferences any more. Emma simply loves a woman with long hair. Surprisingly, she gets genuine satisfaction from knowing that Megan enjoys their sessions too. Emma has decided that it’s actually pretty fucking hot when the utterly broken and deeply enslaved, former super heroine actually cums in satisfaction from being fucked and used by the super villain that now so absolutely owns and controls her!

After choosing which three of the six, beautiful, enslaved super heroines each of them wanted as their personal slaves, Emma had initially made a point of treating her former nemesis as her broken, little bitch. At first, the silver tag on Megan’s slave collar literally read... ‘bitch!’ Emma even commanded Megan to refer to herself only as “Emma’s bitch” or simply “bitch.” Which she always did except when Helena needed to speak to or use Megan in relation to running Megan’s multi-billion dollar, high tech company known as North Star Technologies after Helena made her sign everything she owned over to her wealth management firm. Otherwise, Megan addresses Helena only as Mistress. As she does with all of the slaves, both normal and meta human, Helena refers to Megan either by name or simply as slave. Of course, Emma and Helena were free to use any and all of the enslaved super heroines that comprised the Valor Force for their personal amusement and satisfaction. Rather it be Megan Dupree, Angelina Donner, Gillian Grey, the tall and statuesque Star Shine, Katherine Williams, the ever serious and stoic, but rather, and literally... cold heroine known simply as Frost or Stacy Reynolds, the deeply caring, fiercely loyal and very protective, shape-shifting Magpie. They had also captured and enslaved Adrianna Forsythe, the equally beautiful and powerful meta human, solo super heroine known as Miss Amazing. Although Miss Amazing wasn’t a member of the Valor Force, Adrianna had, by chance, been captured, defeated and enslaved by the two villains as well. Laughing in smug satisfaction, Emma watched as her obedient slave made her Mistress another Crown and coke from the Geneva liquor cart that sat just outside of the large, open hot tub room and was visible through the wood-framed, glass door. After giving her owner her fresh drink, Megan quickly returned to her spot on the floor and dropped back to her knees to kneel before Emma with her ass on her ankles, hands flat on her knees, leaning slightly forward with her head bowed low as she had been trained to do. Like Gillian and Stacy, Megan was now dressed to Emma’s personal preference and taste. Instead of the expensive, all white, lace lingerie, white leather collars and white lace gloves that Helena dresses Angelina, Adrianna, Katherine and their other four, normal human slaves, including Kiko, in, Megan, Gillian and Stacy now wore various and much more colorful, matching bra and panty sets along with the thin, dark purple, leather slave collars Emma prefers. Today’s set was a dark purple and black trim lace bra and panties. And, instead of ‘bitch,’ the silver, oval tag on Megan’s collar now read ‘SLAVE’ in the same script style text that Stacy’s, Kiko’s and ALL of the other slaves’ collars do. All, that is, except for one.

Emma licked her lips as she looked at the tall, luscious, meta human woman on her knees next to Megan. Gillian Grey was Megan’s teammate on the Valor Force and is now her fellow sex slave. Gillian is known publicly as the tall, statuesque and powerful super heroine Star Shine. Like Megan, Gillian is Emma’s very loving, deeply devoted and absolutely obedient sex slave. But, unlike Megan and the other slaves, Gillian was special to Emma. Uniquely, Gillian was Emma’s... pet. While Emma enjoyed dominating and using Megan and Stacy as her sex slaves and fuck puppets, she thought of and treated Gillian more like... well, a literal, loving pet. Emma enjoyed leading Gillian around the mansion on her long, chain link leash and truly enjoyed playing with her. She didn’t just use Gillian for sex like she mostly does Stacy or deliberately humiliate her like she did with Megan the first few weeks of her enslavement. But make no mistake, Emma happily dominates the heroine and makes Gillian serve and satisfy her like she does all of their slaves, but Gillian means more to Emma. Emma enjoys keeping the taller Gillian on her leash most of the time. She really loves to take long, hot showers alone with Gillian. The hot shower sex was always fantastic. After the shower, once they were dried off and headed back to Emma’s own large bedroom, Emma had trained Gillian to grab a hairbrush, put the brush in her teeth and crawl next to her owner on her hands and knees as she led her back into the bedroom by her leash. When Emma sat on the foot of the bed, Gillian would always kneel before her with her head bowed, the brush in her hands and her hands in her lap. After taking the brush from her, Emma would spread her legs and tap the bed and the nude Gillian would stand up, turn around and sit on the bed between Emma’ legs with her back to her Mistress. Emma would then happily wrap her legs around Gillian’s waist. She loved to spend up to an hour or more just brushing out her pet’s straight, waist long, bright blonde hair. Emma loved to talk to Gillian as she brushed her hair. Even though Gillian, like Angelina and the other enslaved heroines, was deeply enslaved and completely under the effect of Helena’s energetic mind control, she could still think and talk as a fully aware individual. She just wasn’t actually aware of herself or what she was doing. Emma loved the conversations they had. She would take the time to just hold her and hug and kiss her. She would reach around and play with her large, firm and still warm 34DD breasts. Emma simply enjoyed spending time with her beautiful pet. After spending time brushing Gillian’s hair and playing with her body, Emma always looked forward to going to bed and having sweet, body-numbing sex with her loving and devoted Gillian. Of course, that was always after her pet ate her Mistress out to a screaming orgasm. It had taken some time for the very heterosexual Gillian to learn how to truly pleasure a woman and eat her pussy, but as loving and devoted a slave and pet as she was by this time, she had practiced with Megan, Angelina and the other slaves until she had become quite adept at eating pussy. Most nights, Emma would happily return the favor and eat her pet’s sweet pussy until her muscles locked up in her own orgasm. Then she would fuck Gillian until they both came again. And again. And again. The hot and heavy sex would usually continue until they ed out wrapped in each other’s arms in the early morning hours. Emma laughed nervously to herself as she thought about the fact that she enjoyed being with Gillian... almost as much as she loved being with Helena. Like Megan, Gillian was dressed in a matching dark purple and black trim, lace bra and panty set and had her dark purple, leather slave collar around her neck. But, unlike Megan’s, Stacy’s, Kiko’s and all of the other slaves whose tags simply read, ‘SLAVE’, Gillian’s tag, of course, read ‘PET’ in the same script style text. Emma smiled as she looked at Gillian. As a sign of the true and deep love they felt for each other and the respect they shared, Helena rarely used Gillian as a sex slave for her own pleasure. Although, they had frequent threesomes with her.

“Well, damn, baby girl. Stand up, strip and show me that sugar sweet body of yours again, my pet. Come to me, Gills.”

“Yes Mistress! I obey!”

Gillian flashed a bright, happy smile as she obeyed her Mistress’s command. She stood up and, except for her collar, quickly stripped herself totally nude, revealing her clean shaven pussy to its owner as she climbed into the hot tub. Silently, Kiko slid into the seat to her Mistress’s left side so that she was still close to her owner but out of the way of her Mistress and Gillian. The ONLY thought in the slave’s mind was her owner’s happiness. If Mistress wanted her pet, Kiko would always defer to her owner’s desires. After standing up and motioning for Gillian to sit in the seat, Emma then climbed into her pet’s lap, took her by the face and kissed her. Keeping her left hand on Gillian’s shoulder when she leaned back, Emma took Gillian by the chin and looked into her bright, blue eyes.

“Damn, legs. I’ll say it again. You are sexy as fuck, baby girl!”

Gillian’s pussy clenched at her Mistress’s words. She loves her Mistress more than anyone or anything in her life. She truly exists ONLY for her owner’s pleasure, happiness and satisfaction.

“Thank you, Mistress! I exist only for you. Please, how may your loving pet serve you?”

A warm, hungry smile slowly spread across Emma’s face as she leaned in close to Gillian. After kissing her again, Emma slid a finger across Gillian’s lips and spoke to her.

“Ssshh, my pet. You already know how to serve me, don’t you?”

“Yes, Mistress. I do!”

As if to prove her Mistress’s point, Gillian reached up and wrapped her arms around her neck, pulling her owner into a tight embrace very similar to how Emma had embraced Kiko earlier. The next thing Emma knew, the taller Gillian had stood up, turned her around and had submissively, but firmly pushed her Mistress down into the seat in the hot tub and had dropped to her knees and up to her shoulders in the boiling water to kneel before her. A blissful smile on her face, Gillian bowed her head to her owner for a quick moment, then took a deep breath and slid under the water and shoved her face between her Mistress’s legs. Emma took a deep breath as her eyes rolled back in her head. She gently took Gillian by the top of her head with both hands and leaned back against the edge of the tub, laying her head on the padded headrest as the intense pleasure washed over her.

“Mmm, good girl! Y-yeesss, thaaat’ss... it, Gills. Ooohh God!! I’mm... ooohh baaabyy... giirrrll!! Ffuuucck!!”

Feeling her pet gently, almost teasingly, licking her folds and sucking her clit to pleasure her, Emma’s back arches until her body feels like its going to fold itself in half backwards as the fresh, unexpected and all too sudden orgasm surges through her. Her body convulses as every muscle spasms seemingly in the same moment. She struggles for breath even as her loving pet remains under the boiling water. Finally, Gillian surfaces to again stand tall before her owner. The five foot, ten inch tall, deeply-tanned, blonde stood there with her large, firm 34DD breasts on full display for a moment as if awaiting her owner’s next command. Then, suddenly, she stepped forward and folded her long legs under her as she straddled her owner. She smiled as she leaned in close and kissed Emma. Lost in her thoughts, Emma laughed to herself as she, again, tasted her own pussy when she kissed her single, favorite slave. She was truly lost in her thoughts as she kissed her loving pet.

‘Oh my God! You are so much damn fun, legs. And fuck, you taste so fucking sweet! If I wasn’t so absolutely in love with Helena, I swear I could almost... mmm!!’

Several minutes later, even the seemingly insatiable Emma Renee James is FINALLY satisfied! She is sore to the point of being numb, deliriously happy and utterly satisfied. As she enjoys a last drink and a few more minutes with Gillian on her right, Kiko on her left and, after a simple snap of her fingers, Megan had obediently climbed into the hot tub and had lovingly started worshipping her Mistress’s feet and sucking her toes from the seat directly across from her owner in the large hot tub, Emma reluctantly decided it was time to climb out and get cleaned up. After all, Helena would be home from her meeting with her one other loving and devoted slave, the current mayor of Valley City, the Honorable Mrs. Edith Parker all too soon.

“Well, boo dee hoo, girls. I guess my ‘very happy’ hour is over. It’s probably wwaaayy past time I finally took a real shower and actually put some clothes... ON, huh? I can’t very well give my candy sweet lover the hot striptease and the special dessert I have planned for after dinner if I’m already naked when she sees me, now can I? Besides, if I know my baby, and I most certainly do, she’ll be looking forward to a hot shower, a cold drink or two and a satisfying meal when she gets home herself.“

Taking a last, deep breath, Emma reluctantly pulls her feet away from Megan and forces herself to stand up. Even with her arms and legs feeling like not-so cherry Jell-O, she somehow manages to climb out of the hot tub. She smiles as she looks at the three beautiful women so desperate to serve her and make her happy as they look at her.

“Tally ho and off we go, girls. As always we’ll be using that huge, glass-enclosed, multi-headed.., beast of a steam shower in the master bathroom. God, I can’t get enough of that fucking thing. It’s like standing under a hot waterfall! Megan, my pet, start the water and let the steam build up, I’ll be with you candy sweet lovelies in a minute.“

“As Mistress commands! We obey!”

As her loving and devoted slaves leave the room together, happily talking and laughing among themselves as they climb the stairs and make their way to the large master bedroom located in the far left corner on the second floor of Helena’s very large, custom designed, exquisitely detailed and very private estate for more fun with their insatiable owner, Emma laughs out loud as she slams back the last of her drink and reaches for the skimpy, barely there, two piece, black, string bikini laying on the side of the hot tub that she was wearing when she started her latest, little sex slave orgy. Suddenly, in a soundless flash of light, Emma disappears, leaving her bikini floating in the boiling water, her cut crystal, whiskey glass sinking to the bottom of the hot tub and the ice ball bobbing in the hot water.

Rochelle Saan Martine continued to enjoy her glass of 2010 Barolo red wine as she forced herself to look interested while Enzo Caruso continued to talk. And eat. At the same time. Needing the distraction, she smiled again when she looked over at her two very beautiful and deeply devoted sex slaves standing quietly by the wall only a few feet away from her while she met with Enzo in one of the two large, private dining rooms in the back of Berlusconi’s. The tremendously popular and always crowded Italian restaurant is owned by Ginevra Berlusconi. Jewish born, Ginevra was forced to leave her home and her family in Munich, because her father could already see what was happening to his people. Although it cost him nearly everything he had left, he had managed to send her to America with her aunt Rosa. She was four years old when they immigrated to the United States in 1935. While her father had gotten the two of them out of in time, thanks to the Nazis, they were each the only family the other had left after the Holocaust. Ginevra opened Berlusconi’s with her Italian husband Marcello Donatello in 1955. Together, they were the heart and soul of downtown Valley City for fifty eight years until Marcello died of a heart attack in 2013. The short, somewhat overweight, but still tough as nails “Momma” Ginevra stands about five feet tall, has an olive complexion and short, grey hair that still hints at its original deep black. She has rich, wisdom-filled, brown eyes that have seen and survived a long life full of great times, good times, bad times and worse times. Ginevra still gets up at five thirty every morning to start cooking and open the restaurant six days a week. She meets you once, she knows you forever. And she knows EVERYONE in Valley City! No one in this city would DARE mess with “Momma” Ginevra or Berlusconi’s! NO ONE!! The restaurant has been Enzo’s favorite place to eat for decades, and counting Ginevra, Rochelle, Enzo, his two bodyguards, her two slaves and the two servers, there was a grand total of nine people, not counting Ginevra’s granddaughter, Lina, and the small, close-knit kitchen staff, in the closed restaurant at this hour. Rochelle’s slaves, the stunningly sexy Veronica Albinn, the meta human telepath and former River City super heroine known as Shinobi and the equally beautiful Bethany Van Hoffe, the former River City super heroine known as Red Rocket were both wearing tight, long sleeve, Saint Laurent off-shoulder, ruched mini dresses, strappy, six inch, lace up, open toe heels that ran almost to their knees and just enough make-up and jewelry to give them a clean, classy look. Except for the matching thin, black leather, slave collars they both wore around their necks, Veronica was dressed in head to toe black and Bethany was in head to toe red. Rochelle had made it a private joke by matching the color of their slave wardrobes to the color of the super hero costumes they were wearing the night she met, fought, defeated and enslaved the two skilled and powerful super heroines in River City. A personal and deliciously teasing bit of irony solely for her private amusement. Although they have only been her slaves for a couple of weeks, per her Mistress’s command, Bethany was letting her short, auburn hair grow out to match Veronica’s shiny, waist long, raven black hair. They were also wearing their hair in ponytails as their Mistress preferred. Both were now very firmly under her complete control! Fully aware of themselves and who they were with their true personalities, complete memories and their meta human powers still fully intact, they both now also sincerely believed that they were Rochelle’s utterly loving slaves. They worshipped her with a very real and genuine love that came from the very core of their souls. They TRULY believe that her safety, pleasure, happiness and satisfaction are the singular purpose of their existence. They are her devoted bodyguards and absolutely obedient sex slaves. She owns them both with absolute certainty. Body, heart, mind and soul! Still smiling, Rochelle reluctantly turned her attention back to Caruso as she sipped her wine.

“... have a deal, Rochelle?”

She smiled an almost genuine smile that belied her true opinion of the old man she was sharing the table with. She laughed to herself as she imagined what the blood spray from slitting his throat with one of the two small, scalpel-like, bladed weapons that she had hidden on her at the moment would do to the brand new, sequined, stretch knit, charcoal colored Saint Laurent mini dress she was wearing or the new, black and red Valentino Garavani Rockstud patent leather ankle boots she bought to go with it when she took her slaves shopping for their new dresses earlier in the day. A pair of expensive, near colorless, Harry Winston diamond and sapphire drop earrings, a single pearl choker around her neck, a Piaget Limelight, diamond dial, white gold women’s watch on her left wrist, an inch wide, platinum, Evara Indo-Western diamond bracelet on her right wrist, perfectly done white, coffin nails and her long, silver hair styled in a simple, high ponytail and minimal, but tastefully done make up finished her look. She laughed at Caruso’s two well-trained bodyguards that had so eagerly “searched” her two sexy slave girls. They did NOT search Psi Ann. NO ONE touches Rochelle Saan Martine if she doesn’t want you too! The two clowns were so distracted as they so blatantly and crudely searched her slaves’ sexy, warm and petite bodies that they, of course, missed the small but very lethal weapons they both also carried. Although she tended to carry some sort of small, bladed weapon on her at all times, Rochelle didn’t need a physical weapon to kill you. Being a very powerful and highly skilled telepath, she could easily fry your brain from across the room and no one would even notice. Being a master ninja and telepath herself, Veronica didn’t need a weapon either. And although her light powers were physical, Bethany was also a skilled hand-to-hand fighter. Smiling, Rochelle cleared her mind of the amusing image as she responded to the mafia boss and “First Seat” of the Valley City underworld. While it’s true that she has known and accepted contracts from him for years, it is also true that she has never liked him. Rochelle knows very well that success requires intelligence, discipline and patience. Enzo Caruso is far too emotional. He is... reckless. Dangerously so for a man in his position. She knows that one day it will cost him. Dearly.

“Yes, Caruso. We have a deal. I deliver the Royal and Stunner to you as your mindless, obedient, little bitches to humiliate and... use as you will. You get your all important “show of power,” bragging rights and revenge on the “big, bad, meta human bitches” that dared to come into your “house” and insult you, and I, of course, get DOUBLE my standard six figure fee.“

Enzo Caruso chomps down a loud mouthful of Momma Ginevra’s perfectly prepared pasta and follows it with half a meatball and a piece of garlic bread dripping in her thick and truly legendary, signature sauce and then a sip of the Barolo that’s more like a college party chug. Rochelle can barely hide her disgust of the man any longer. A man of Caruso’s background, upbringing and position should have and show MUCH more class and respect. The degree of insult he is showing Mamma Ginevra with his behavior alone would normally be enough to... remove him from this world. And right now, she would almost do it for free!

“Damn right, ‘Chelly. You bring me them fucking bitches and after I make them both suck my dick till I cum in their slut mouths, you can watch me bend both of those damn meta human bitches over the table and fuck ‘em till they love me! And after you, the other Seats and everybody else sees the show and word gets around of what I did to the ‘high and mighty’ Royal and her fucking dyke girlfriend, that little, blonde bitch, Stunner, those oh so powerful, meta human, super villain... cunts, they’ll ALL know that I’m the fucking MAN... IN... CHARGE in this city!! After that, no one’ll try to come into MY house and fuck with me ever again!“

Rochelle smiles as she thinks to herself.

‘I do NOT like the term dyke, Caruso! And, I told you that if you called me “Annie” again, I’d kill you. And calling me “Chelly” is beyond insulting, you disgusting, classless, old prick!’

Rochelle takes a slow, deep breath and laughs to herself as she looks at the few bites of boiled peas with cubed pancetta, the Dijon mustard glazed carrots and the few remaining steamed broccoli heads on her plate that had paired so amazingly well with the bit of unfinished, slow roasted lamb she selected for her meal during their meeting and the second bottle of Barolo red wine she was still enjoying. She smiled as she looked at the half dozen sharp knives arrayed on the table. As she imagines one, two or even all of them protruding hilt-deep from Caruso’s fat chest, she hears the unique, ever-changing ringtone she has set on her cell phone for this week. Bethany answers and after quietly speaking to someone for a moment, she approaches and bows low at the waist before her Mistress and speaks to her as she holds her owner’s phone out in offering above her head.

“Apologies, Mistress. The caller insists that it is most important that he speak with you. Immediately!”

Rochelle smiles as Bethany correctly refers to the caller only by gender as she has trained them both to do. Rochelle doesn’t want anyone to ever know who else she is speaking to at any point in time. She takes her slave by the chin and lifts her head until they are eye to eye. She pulls Bethany in close and gives her a long, lust filled kiss as she takes the phone from her. Looking into Bethany’s eyes, they both smile as Bethany lovingly bows low to her Mistress again then quickly and quietly resumes her place next to Veronica against the wall.

“Goddamn, that’s hot, Chelly! I fucking love that girl on girl shit! What would it cost me to watch you two do that for about five minutes? No, fuck that! How much to let me tap that little, Asian piece you got over there?”

Rochelle ignores Caruso’s latest insult... for the moment. She would NEVER allow any man, least of all Enzo Caruso, to insult, much less touch Veronica or Bethany. Yes, she DID allow Enzo’s bodyguards so search them earlier, but she only did that out of curiosity. Would they actually find the blades they both had hidden on them? Regardless, they are HER property. And while it is true that she defeated and happily enslaved the two former super heroines, that also means that they are now under her full protection as well. She would never allow anyone to insult, touch or harm either of them. She considers any insult or physical directed at them as being directed at her. And as... odd as it may seem considering that they are her deeply brainwashed sex slaves, she takes that personally. And while she will truly regret and will do her best to apologize to and make up for the resulting insult to Momma Genevra, she has every intention of killing him before she leaves the restaurant. She doesn’t care who he is, NO ONE insults her or her slaves as completely as he has tonight and lives! A smile on her face as she considers how she’ll do it, she answers her phone.

“Hello?”

“No names. You know who this is?”

“Yes.”

“Please hear me out, Psi Ann. Don’t kill him! And don’t ask how, but I know how he’s been acting and what he’s been saying, and I can only assume you’ve already decided to kill him and I can certainly understand why you would feel that way. If I’m right, just say yes.“

Rochelle can only laugh to herself as she listens to Anton Caruso, Enzo’s nephew, as he hopes to deny her her fun.

“Yes.”

“I have an offer that I hope you will accept.”

“Which is...?”

“I have spoken to the other Seats and the heads of the other families and we are ALL in agreement. If you agree, I will... retire my uncle myself. Tonight!“

“And my contract...?”

Rochelle takes a quick look over at Enzo and can’t believe how unbelievably oblivious the old bastard is to the fact that he just allowed a professional operator and assassin to receive an outside phone call and has no idea who she is speaking to only a few, knife-filled feet away from a very wanted crime boss as he stuffs his mouth full of more sauce covered garlic bread. Totally disgusted, she looks at his guards, smiles and then makes very subtle eye with Veronica and Bethany. That’s all it takes. Incredibly, Rochelle is the only person in the room that notices that the two women have not only understood and answered her silent command, but have glanced at each other, chosen their individual targets, nodded and have already very subtly shifted their body postures. Rochelle knows that another subtle nod from her and Enzo’s two imposingly large, very muscular and well-armed bodyguards are... dead men. She laughs again as she suddenly re the timely relevance of an old... discussion she once had with Syn. The, tall, sexy, Russian meta human assassin had once told her that if you truly know what you’re doing and you know the person or persons you’re working with well enough you can not only silently communicate with them in a room full of people, but you will know with utter certainty what they will do and you can do your job knowing exactly which target is yours.

‘A true professional does not need your telepathic chatter, my friend. A professional knows what to do!’

Syn had told her that in the deep, Russian accent that Rochelle always thought was so fucking sexy. Of course, she also thought Syn was sexy as fuck and had told her so that night. And the next morning.

‘Telepathic chatter indeed, my friend!’

Finding the sudden turn of events both interesting and amusing, Rochelle laughs to herself as Anton continues.

“That is why I needed to speak to you now. I will happily pay your full, standard fee if you will simply walk away from your contract with my uncle, your honor and professionalism still completely intact. I only ask that you leave my uncle to his meal, leave the Royal and Stunner alone and simply walk away from this. I’m sure you must have other... opportunities available to you at the moment? Surely, there must be something else much more worthy of your time and attention, Psi Ann?“

Rochelle almost laughs out loud. It seems she won’t have to use her powerful telepathy to erase her real name and appearance from Enzo’s and his bodyguards’ minds after all. She hates wearing her mask during face to face meetings like these, so she simply conducts the meeting sans mask and then skillfully uses her powerful, high-order telepathy to erase her face and name from the client’s memory afterwards. Her clients know this and agree. That is, if they want the privilege of a very rare face to face meeting with Psi Ann. Most of her clients consider a face to face with her to be an honor and quickly agree to any . They know it is as much to their benefit as it is to hers. Things go MUCH better for you when you are on Psi Ann’s good side.

“As a matter of fact, there IS a more... personal matter on my agenda. And you will do it tonight, yes?“

“Yes! I assure you.”

“And my fee?”

“Say yes, and I will transfer the money to your Geneva before you give your phone back to that pretty, little, blonde slave of yours.”

Glancing at Bethany and then reflexively scanning the room with both her eyes and her telepathy, Rochelle is genuinely surprised. Surprised and impressed. She is very rarely caught off-guard, much less surprised, by anything. And she tells him as much.

“I must it, Anton, I’m surprised. Surprised AND impressed. You’re...”

“... NOT my uncle, Psi Ann. Are we in agreement?”

She has to stifle another laugh as she looks at Enzo again.

“Yes, indeed we are.”

She can hear the relief as Anton releases the breath even he didn’t know he was holding. She can’t believe how her plans have shifted so suddenly and dramatically.

“Thank you, Psi Ann. We’ll speak again, yes?”

“If you call, I’ll answer. Goodbye.”

“Goodbye. And thank you.”

Gesturing to her slaves who instantly come to their Mistress, Rochelle stands up, gives her cell phone back to Bethany and hands her pearl grey, Hermes clutch to Veronica as she turns to leave.

“Very well. If you’ll excuse me, Caruso. I’ll be leaving now.”

Enzo looks at her and smiles. He wrongly assumes that she is rushing off to bring him his two new prizes. He even remains seated as he grabs his wine glass and raises it to her. The phone call she just received doesn’t even cross his mind.

“All right, then. It’s always a pleasure to see you, Chelly... Rochelle. Hmm, Rochelle Saan Martine! Is that... French? Damn! Never fucking thought I’d ever find out what your real name is. Even if you are going to erase my memory. It’s worth it to actually meet you in person and finally see your pretty face. Not to mention that very fine body of yours.“

He openly stares at her. He doesn’t even try to hide the hungry lust in his expression as he looks her up and down, brazenly ogling the pale, ghostly blue-eyed, six foot tall woman with the waist long, silver hair and large, firm 38D breasts.

“Damn, if I didn’t know for certain that you’d kill me for even suggesting it, I swear I’d love to...”

“If you DO enjoy living, do NOT finish THAT sentence, Caruso!!”

It’s his turn to laugh out loud.

“Yeah, I thought as much. All right then, go. Bring me my two new bitches so I can at least have my fucking fun with them!”

Without another word, Rochelle drops five crisp, new one hundred dollar bills on the table, happily turns her back to Caruso, leaves the private dining room and heads for the restaurant’s front double doors, the street and some much needed fresh air. She laughs to herself as she notices Bethany silently take the lead and escort her Mistress toward the front door which she holds open while Veronica subtly takes her Mistress by the elbow, causing her to pause long enough for Veronica to skillfully shift her position from trailing behind to now being in front of her Mistress as she leads her out to her waiting limo while Bethany seamlessly slides into position behind them. Both of the highly skilled, former super heroines are always on full alert for any potential threat to their powerful owner and Mistress. They would both lovingly die for her. Rochelle cracks a small grin as she thinks about the very telling irony in the fact that these two former and very dedicated super heroines are now so deeply enslaved to her that they would now just as happily kill at a mere glance from her! As the limo easily merges into Valley City’s thin, after hours traffic and after a glass of cold, lemon water to cleanse her pallet, Rochelle takes the glass of chilled Angel’s Envy, her favorite bourbon from a well-trained Bethany. Wordlessly, both slaves strip themselves down to just their collars and white, lace panties and drop to their knees on the roomy limo’s carpeted floor to kneel before their beautiful, powerful and dominant Mistress. They look up at her with absolute worship in their eyes. With a laugh and a subtle gesture from her Mistress, Bethany happily climbs into the seat next to her owner. Sitting on her knees sideways in the seat with her hands on her knees, Bethany faces her Mistress. Licking her lips as she stares at her sexy slave’s hot, little body, Rochelle sets her drink in the drink rest, twists at the waist, takes Bethany by the face with both hands and kisses her. Lost in a deep, ionate kiss, Rochelle gently caresses her slave’s body, starting with her ample breasts. As she does, Veronica moves into position between her owner’s legs. She smoothly slips Rochelle’s short dress up and her light grey, satin panties down, takes hold of her hips, drops her head between her legs and starts to lovingly eat her Mistress’s pussy. The only thoughts in the slaves’ minds, their owner’s absolute pleasure and total satisfaction. As the limo rounded the block, Rochelle was so distracted by the lightly perfumed smell and warmth of Bethany’s delicious, little body and Veronica’s talented tongue that she actually jumped when she heard the explosion. She chuckled to herself as she instantly recognized the unmistakable sound of a surprisingly powerful car bomb. Realizing she had been distracted by the blast and had stopped pleasuring her owner, Veronica quickly bowed low as she took her Mistress by the ankles and placed her forehead on top of her boots.

“Please forgive me, Mistress! It was not my intention to stop pleasuring you. I was surprised by the noise. Please forgive me, Mistress! May I please continue to serve you?”

Having jumped in surprise herself, Rochelle laughed as she looked down at her devoted slave.

“Relax, my pet. I was surprised as well. Sit up, Roni. Look at me.”

Veronica lovingly kisses her owner’s feet then quickly sits up to kneel before her. Relishing both the depth and the totality of the highly skilled heroine’s enslavement to her, Rochelle smiled as she leaned down and kissed Roni. After a deliciously long and satisfying kiss, she gently took Roni by the top of her head, guided her back between her legs and held her face tight against her hot pussy. Feeling her slave’s talented tongue once again licking her slick folds and sucking at her clit, Rochelle retrieved her drink from the drink rest with her right hand, took a long drink and rested the cold glass against her bare thigh. Leaning back against the limo’s soft, plush and air conditioned interior, she took a deep breath of pure satisfaction. With her left hand, she maneuvered Bethany’s head back over her large, left breast so she could resume her attention to her owner’s tits as she devotedly sucked on them like a newborn baby. Swallowing the last of her drink, Rochelle set the empty glass back in the drink rest. Taking another long, deep breath as she enjoyed both of her slaves devoted efforts, she laughed as she ran the fingers of her right hand through her own long, silver hair and spoke to no one in particular.

“A car bomb? Hmm. I don’t know, Anton. You may be more like your uncle than you want to it!”