The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Empathy laughed again. “Uh oh! Looks like someone’s frozen in indecision,” she taunted Gwen, walking around her, reaching out to caress the vampire girl’s cheek. “That must really suck, huh? All that strength and speed, all that power and ferocity… yet you can’t act because you can’t even make a simple little choice about what to actually do!” She sighed, shaking her head. “So sad. So, so sad.”

She glanced up, eyebrow raised, however, as Cinema returned, stepping back in through the hole she’d made earlier. “And then there’s you. Haven’t seen you before, but from the way you manhandled our muscle and brain-blasted Enthralla, I’d say you’re the real deal.” She grinned, tapping her chin idly. “Let’s see… what’s a good emotion to force upon you, hmm?”

Sabrina blinked, then scowled, eyes narrowing. “Emotions, huh? So you’re an empath, then.” Taking a deep breath, she began focusing her own power. “Then I need to take yo… tak… ooohh.... take you down… take… mmmmm…” she mumbled, trailing off, her mind swirling. She shook her head, struggling to clear the fog, even as she found herself actually sinking to her knees. Her vision swam momentarily, but when it cleared, she found herself staring up at the most stunningly beautiful, ravishing, amazing, and the single sexiest woman she had ever seen in her entire life. Her jaw visibly dropped, and before she’d even realized it, she was crawling forward on her knees, her head perfectly level with Empathy’s crotch… which was quickly exposed as the Latina deftly slid down the tight, black leather pants of her costume to reveal her panty-less and clean-shaven pussy.

“Oohhh yeessss!” Empathy purred, sighing in pleasure as the young heroine surged forward, diving in, licking and slurping at the V between her thighs with fervor. “Ooohhh fuuuccckk yeesss! Mmm… I just KNEW hitting you with uncontrollable LUST was the way to go!” she crowed in triumph. She sighed softly, closing her eyes in contentment. This was the way a true villainess conquered her foes and reaped the rewards of conquest. And even though she knew she would eventually have to wake Enthralla up and have her program these so-called heroes to be their properly obedient and permanent slaves and have them finish loading up the gold for them, for now, however, she was more than content to simply bask in the pleasure being given to her.

“Ohhh yeaah… fuck, you’re damn good at this,” she stated with a laugh, spreading her legs, giving the lust-addled hero more room to work. “Good girl… that’s a good little fuck slave! Really get your tongue up in there… mmm… YEAH! Just like that! Yes, eat me, hero!” she groaned, head going back in pleasure. “Mmmm… you make an excellent slut-slave… Ooohh fffuuuuck, I might just... have to keep you when this is all said and done…” she chuckled softly as she took the broken heroine by the back of her head with both hands and pushed and held her face tight against her juicing pussy.

For her part, Sabrina merely grunted, anger and frustration warring with the unbridled lust consuming her. Empathy’s pussy was a fountain overflowing with the nectar of the gods, and she was a woman coming out of the desert after a week without food or water. Gripping Empathy more firmly by the hips, she physically could not restrain herself from licking and lapping endlessly at the pussy before her, her own needy pussy enflamed by the sheer desire and satisfaction she felt as she sucked at Empathy’s clit. Her own fingers found the hidden seam within her costume, slipping deftly through to tease her own dripping wet pussy, a deep soulful moan escaping her lips in pleasure at the . Empathy laughed gleefully. Her control over her subjects was only temporary and rather limited as opposed to her partner Lady Enthralla’s hypnotic abilities, controlling their emotions instead of actually controlling their minds. It forced her to be a bit more creative in the use of her powers. But in cases such as this, it could be much more useful and fun than simply hijacking someone’s will and forcing thoughts into their minds. No, people could actively resist and fight brainwashing, but very few possessed the discipline to resist having their own emotions turned against them.

“That’s it, Cine-bitch!” she crowed, chuckling again, spreading her legs wider. “Really get up in there! Eat me out really well. Make your Mistress cum like the hot, horny, little slut you are!”

Empathy sighed, groaning. Not that her slut needed such encouragement—with the amount of sheer lust she had pumping into the girl’s mind, she would be unable to do anything BUT fuck and suck as if her life depended on it.

“Uhhh… uuhhh… yeah… yeah, just like that,” she moaned, grabbing Cinema’s face, ramming it harder and deeper into her pussy. “Eat your Mistress, you goddamn slut! Fuck yes! Ooohhhh man! Nhhhhh! Oohhh yeess!” she hissed.

“Mmmm… after a few more minutes of this, I think I’ll have you eat my ass as well… make you fuck my asshole with that fucking thick, hot tongue of yours! Then… uhhh… then I’ll have you… make you... kiss my feet… suck on my toes… mmmmmm… and if you do a really REALLY good job… I might even let you cum! Hahahahaha!”

“Oohhhhh fffuuucckkk yesss!”

Cinema hissed, her mind little more than a bowl of mush. Empathy’s degrading words only stoked the fires of her lust. The idea of being controlled, being forced by a villain, by this bitch… angered her on some level… but that anger was merely channeled into the all-consuming lust, not gaining any traction. She couldn’t stop licking, couldn’t stop fucking her own needy pussy with her own fingers, couldn’t even bear to THINK about tearing herself away. Slitting her own throat would be easier.

“Oohhh fuck… so hot... so good… soo… soo… fuuccckkk!!”

Sabrina knew she was in trouble! She knew she was losing herself in the moment. Surrendering herself to her desire. Submitting to her lover’s need, giving her best, her all, simply needing to make her cum, needing to please this divine beauty of a woman! Succumbing to her own inner slut, reveling in her own decadence.

Serving her lover’s seemingly bottomless pleasure.

Serving… serving…

Becoming… slave.

Suddenly it happened, like a switch being flipped. The last of her resistance faded, and Sabrina submitted to the feelings, the emotions, the sheer pleasure overload obliterating any and all thought. Willpower be damned, this was just too fucking good to deny! A circuit had been established, a direct connection between giving pleasure and receiving pleasure, and nothing mattered more. It no longer mattered that she was being debased and humiliated; if anything, it only heightened the experience. Nothing was more important than this feeling, and if the price for continuing and enhancing this pleasure was her submission, then she would happily drop to her knees in total surrender and obey whatever she was commanded.

Empathy chuckled in triumph. She had felt Sabrina’s submission, felt her accept the new power dynamic between them. She had her hooks deep into the girl now, and she was hers to play with in any way she desired. Scanning the room, she noted that the other heroines were all still scattered and disoriented from her earlier attacks. Meaning they were likewise sitting ducks. Smirking, she focused her attention on the newcomer, the powerhouse kneeling at her feet and working desperately between her legs to bring her dominating Mistress off. Relaxing, letting herself go, Empathy threw back her head and howled in her release, flooding the young heroine’s face and mouth with her juices as she shuddered from one climax to the next.

“Ooohhhh fuuuccckk!” she panted, pushing her away at last, grinning sadistically. “You are really fucking good at that, Cine-bitch. Hahahaha… you’re definitely a ‘keeper’.” Glancing around the room, again, she considered. “In fact… hell, I’d say you and your friends are all worth keeping around for a while.” Yawning, stretching, she stood back up. “Now, then, my submissive little slut. I know you worked your mojo over my partner there,” she stated, gesturing towards Lady Enthralla. “So listen carefully. I want you to undo whatever you did to her. Wake her up and then apologize to her, offering to eat her out the way you just did for me.” She smirked wickedly. “Maybe if you do a really, REALLY good job for her, Entralla will reward you by washing that dirty, little brain of yours, and crushing your free will even flatter than my powers already have. Doesn’t that sound like just the BEST thing ever?”

Sabrina nodded vigorously, a soft whining keen issuing forth from her throat. As scrambled as her mind was right now, Empathy’s words sounded like pure honey slithering into her ears and into the recesses of her mind. The lower half of her costume was practically soaked, her arousal dripping nonstop from the overstimulation and humiliation she was suffering. Some small part of her understood all too well what was happening, that she was being manipulated, and made to break herself, but that only made it hotter for her. To know that her Mistress was manipulating her emotions, and making her feel this submissive and docile, that every sensation, every nerve, seemed to be connected directly to her clit, only made the fact that she was helpless to resist in any way all the more devastating.

“Yes, Mistress Empathy!” she all but screamed, crawling across the floor on her hands and knees toward the still-entranced Lady Enthralla. The beautiful blonde stared straight ahead, her eyes glazed, her mind completely still. It would be so easy… so fucking easy… to command the enchantress to use her powers to subdue Empathy as well, to hypnotize her and turn her into an obedient slut at Cinema’s command. All she had to do was say the words. But… instead, she chose, freely, of her own little remaining will, to do the opposite. “Wake up,” she breathed, blood rushing in her ears, wanting, needing, the buxom blonde mind controller freed from her mental shackles so that she could, in turn, place them in Cinema’s own mind instead.

Enthralla blinked, shaking her head suddenly. “Wh… what? Who… huh?” she asked, then blinked, again, eyes narrowing. “You!” she growled, eyes flashing. Before she could say more, however, Cinema surprised her by lowering her head and kissing her boots submissively.

“Please!” Sabrina gasped, her hips moving on their own, thrusting and grinding in helpless arousal. “I am so sorry! Please… let me make it up to you by pleasuring you! I want… I, I, NEED to eat you out,” she begged shamelessly. “Please! Use your powers and turn me into your obedient, submissive, little pussy licker!”

“The hell?!?” Enthralla exclaimed, glancing over at her partner, who simply laughed, nodding her head. Chuckling as well, the blonde villainess gave her potential new slave a grin. “Well, since you asked so very nicely,” she said, sliding down the pants of her costume, revealing her naked pussy. “Now, my sweet little slut girl, look into my eyes,” she commanded, her green eyes flashing briefly, as they locked onto Sabrina’s own. “Stare deep into my eyes… my deep piercing gaze… and let it sear its way through your mind… burning away all resistance, all contrary thoughts… burning away all of your thoughts… until there is nothing left but complete and total obedience…”

Sabrina shuddered briefly, her eyes rolling back in their sockets. Her mind shuddered and ground to a halt, having little resistance to the enchantress’s hypnotic powers to begin with, leaving her mind open and vulnerable. Lady Enthralla’s words branded themselves inside her mind, guiding her, controlling her, and the vague sense of self remaining within her absolutely loved it. The emotional connections Empathy had created within her responded perfectly to Lady Enthralla’s control, and as the last ember of free will within her was crushed, a savage cry erupted from her lips as Sabrina came in the most powerful orgasm of her young life, a climax of mind as well as body, as she shuddered and moaned and groaned in the depths of her own depravity. Enthralla merely watched, amused, idly stroking her pussy lips as her new slave flooded out what remained of her brains through her pussy, leaving her empty and open to her control. “Hahaha… quite a sight,” she mused softly, extending a booted foot, lifting Cinema’s chin idly with her toes. The girl stared back at her blankly, a line of drool literally dripping from her lips. “Yes, yes, perfect. A blank slate ready to be processed. Now, slut,” she commanded, spreading her legs wide, “it’s time for that apology you owed me from before. You can start by putting that clever tongue of yours to use inside my cunt, licking me to completion.” Her smug look widened as Sabrina obeyed, moving silently into position, extending her tongue and licking and sucking on her Mistress’s clit. “Mmm,.. yes, yes, very nice. Alright, you bitch, make me cum… make me cum as hard as you just did as if that were the only thing that mattered to you in this world!”

“Yfffss, Mrrrsstsss,” Cinema murmured, her voice muffled from between Enthralla’s thighs.

Across the room, Sanguine, the last heroine standing, was having her own struggles. Still under the influence of Empathy’s mental manipulations, she was struggling to fight off the lethargy that had numbed her into inaction, even as she helplessly watched Cinema being enslaved and forced to satisfy both villains. It was the worst possible situation—fully aware of what was happening, knowing what the villains were doing, yet being so crippled with indecision that she couldn’t decide what to do. Empathy had her pegged. Fear or anger, she could have resisted, could have fought back against. But indecision? Who even knew such a thing qualified as an emotional state? As it stood, all she could do was glare and grit her teeth as Empathy walked casually over to her two companions, both likewise dazed and disoriented from the effects of her manipulations. Sunbeam, eyes glassy, glanced up at her, her earlier anger now gone, burnt out, leaving her feeling weak, empty, and emotionally wrung out. Smirking, Empathy simply raised a hand towards her and extended her powers, causing the pale-skinned lovely to groan softly, eyes fluttering as a soft smile creased her lips. “That’s better, isn’t it?” Empathy taunted her, smirking as Sunbeam dropped to her hands and knees and crawled over to place soft kisses on her enemy’s boots. “Now that all of your resistance and fight has been burned out of you with your anger, you’re much more responsive to some forceful submission. And things are so much easier, so much better, when you don’t fight it, don’t you think?”

“Yes, Mistress,” Sunbeam replied with a sleepy sigh. “So much easier. So much better.”

“Damn… you…” Gwen growled, hands clenching into fists. She wanted nothing more than to grab the smug taunting bitch by the throat and squeeze until her head shot off her neck like a cork from a bottle. The indecision was still holding her… but the narrowing of her focus was beginning to cut through. She just needed to keep focused on that one thing… that one thought. That one desire.

“As for you,” Empathy continued, glancing over at her dusky-skinned companion. “I suppose I was even harder on you, wasn’t I?” she asked in mock sympathy. Biting her lip, Splash nodded. “There, there, sweetie,” she said, almost kindly, “it’s okay now. I’m not mad anymore. I’ll take the fear away from you now if you want.” Her smile twisted. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Not to be so overwhelmed with fear?” Splash nodded her head vigorously. “Very good. Then just… relax,” she said, extending her hand out once again. Almost immediately, all of the tension in the dark-skinned woman melted away, leaving her nice and relaxed, the same blissful, slightly vacant smile forming on her lips as well. With a snap of her fingers, Empathy pointed, and Splash obediently crawled across the floor, adopting a position beside her partner, Sunbeam, ing her in kissing and licking her new Mistress’s boots.

“Well, that should take care of everyone else,” Empathy stated aloud, glancing around the room. “The girl in the shiny tin suit is still out cold, lounging in la-la land. And of course, you,” she added, turning to Sanguine, only to gasp in shock as the vampire suddenly struck, crossing the distance between them in an instant, her hand an unbreakable vice around her neck. “Gaaaaakkkk!” she croaked, pulling helplessly against her iron grip, pulling in vain, as the pressure on her throat steadily increased. “You… h-h-how…?” she managed, shuddering as Gwen gave her an evil grin, fangs fully extended.

“I broke your hold over me, bitch!” she snarled. “Indecision only works when you’re confused with multiple decisions to make… multiple choices, conflicting wants and desires.” She took no small satisfaction at the sight of Empathy’s bright red face beginning to turn a shade of purple. “But right now, all I want is to take you down. So, there’s no more conflict in me!”

Suddenly, a flash of light distracted her momentarily. Gwen frowned, eyes locking onto the flashing orb that had appeared before her, spinning and twirling before resolving into a spinning spiral shape. “No conflict in you?” Lady Enthralla’s imperial-sounding voice spoke up. “Well, now, we can’t have that, can we? Without conflict, life’s much too boring after all. So… here’s a little something to complicate things for you!”

“Uugghhh!” Gwen groaned, shaking her head. Despite her movements, her eyes remained fixed on the spiral. Her head felt fuzzy, and her thoughts dull. Under normal circumstances, she could have shrugged off such an attempt to hypnotize her easily enough. As it stood, however, she was far from in her ideal shape. She’d just been fighting a long and involved battle against several strong, powerful supervillains and had managed to shrug off one psychic attack already. Combined with the fact that she hadn’t fed today, and her energy supply was dangerously low, she simply had nothing left with which to fight back.

“Yes!” Empathy grinned, rubbing her throat idly as the vampire bitch slumped over, succumbing to her partner’s control. “You got her. Good job!” She coughed briefly, shaking her head. “Damned bitch… felt like she was gonna pull my damned head off.” She grinned sadistically, reaching out to caress Sanguine’s cheek before slapping it hard. The entranced girl didn’t even flinch. “You really hurt me, slut,” she murmured, rubbing her throat again. “But that’s fine. I’m sure I’ll come up with lots of ways for you to make it up to me later…”

“Later, huh?” Lady Enthralla replied with a smirk. “So I take it you’re thinking the same as me? That we bring our little group of captive heroes back with us, along with our share of the haul?”

“Hell yeah,” Empathy replied. “In fact, these five, fucking sluts might even be more valuable than the haul we’re picking up from this robbery.” She glanced down around the room, at the guards and staff she and Enthralla had brainwashed earlier into loading up gold into the back of their getaway truck. “Actually, I think we’ve got enough already. We should get outta here before the police show up. Come on!”

“Sounds good to me,” Lady Enthralla replied primly. Glancing at the entranced heroines, she smirked. “Attention, slaves! We are leaving now. Hero-slaves, line up and head into the back of the truck.” She nodded as Splash, Sunbeam, and the others all obeyed. “As for the rest of you… When we leave, you will all awaken from your trances. You will not anything that happened from the moment we arrived.” Satisfied, she turned and strolled out, following Empathy and the others.

“All right, perfect timing,” Empathy commented, “I can hear the sirens approaching. Definitely time to get moving. So, what about the guys?” she asked, gesturing offhand to their three male companions, lying unconscious on the ground just outside the depository. Enthralla just shrugged.

“You know the saying: you snooze, you lose. They can just look after themselves. Besides,” she added, “they couldn’t even stop the heroes they were fighting and failed to keep them out of our hair. If the police haul them away, that’s their problem.”

Both women chuckled at that, peeling out and leaving the area, just scant seconds before a group of police cruisers pulled up next to the scene of the robbery.

Janika gasped, sitting up suddenly as consciousness and awareness returned. “Huh… what the… where am I?” she muttered, shaking her head. A soft groan escaped her lips, and she closed her eyes momentarily. “Ugh… my head, damn,” she grunted as the pain slowly receded. “Oh man… I that feeling all too well, like a hangover without the nausea or dizziness. Empathy really did a number on me… again!” Glancing around, her scowl deepened. “And, let’s see, I’m locked up in some kind of basement room, completely naked, with a damned chain strapped to my ankle. Typical.”

“Jan? Is that you?”

“Tina?” she replied, glancing around. The room was moderately dark, only dimly lit by the single yellow bulb on the ceiling, but she appeared to be completely alone in the room. “Where are you? I can hear you, but I can’t see you.”

“Yeah, me either. Sounds like you’re on the other side of the wall from me… like, the next room over.”

“Huh. Probably,” Janika nodded. “So, silly question. Any chance you’re free and able to escape?”

Tina chuckled ruefully. “Yeah, definitely a silly question. I’m sitting here on an old mattress on the floor, naked, with a chain locked around my left ankle.” She paused for a long moment. “And it seems my powers are being blocked, so I guess I won’t be blasting my way out of here anytime soon.”

Janika nodded. “Yeah, same here,” she muttered, gesturing with her hands. Like her partner, her powers also seemed to be on lockdown. She sighed heavily. “Damned hypnotic bitch got inside and screwed with our heads, obviously. Well, Tina, looks like we’re in this situation yet again. Empathy and Lady Enthralla got the jump on us. Now the question is, how do we get out of this mess?”

“I got a better question for ya,” Tina remarked ruefully. “We were all together there as a group at the end. If Enthralla and Empathy won the battle and have us trapped here, what happened to the others? Where are Sanguine, Cinema, and Armor Girl?”

“Grrrrr! Aaaarrhhh!” Erika Patrick growled in frustration, pulling at her bindings. It was annoying enough being captured by villains, stripped of her armor AND her clothing, and tied hand and foot. It was even more humiliating that she’d fallen into this situation by her own mistake. It was the one thing old man Frasier had kept hammering into her—not to get overconfident. Her armor gave her a lot of power and plenty of options to be able to handle pretty much any situation she found herself in. Her mentor had proven that well enough in his own career, being a normal man with no powers or abilities, being able to go toe-to-toe with the most powerful beings in the world just with his equipment and his clever mind. That mindset had made her a bit too careless, however, as in her current case. She’d gotten too cocky, challenging Lady Enthralla to hypnotize her through her armor’s safeguards, believing herself to be completely safe. Only to fall prey to the woman’s uncanny powers, regardless. Before she’d faded out, her suit had ed the energy coming from Lady Enthalla’s gaze as some unknown form of ‘hypnotic energy’, not actual magic, something she hadn’t been prepared to deal with. She’d know better for next time. Assuming, of course, there WAS a next time.

“Ah, you’re awake,” a familiar voice called out cheerfully. Erika groaned aloud as Empathy stepped into view. Annoyingly, she was clad only in a fluffy white bathrobe. “Perfect timing. I was thinking about you, dear. Liking your new accommodations?” she quipped. Her captive rolled her eyes.

“Can’t say that I do,” she snapped, pulling at her bonds. “Why don’t you make this easy on yourself and let me and my friends go now, while you still have a chance?”

“Easier on yourself, you mean,” Empathy shot back with a smirk. “Nah. I think we’ll keep you and your little friends around quite a bit more. After all the time and effort of getting you here, I certainly don’t think it prudent to just let you walk away right now.” She tapped her chin lightly. “Maybe after a while, when we get bored with you… maybe.”

“Grrrr!” Erika growled in frustration. “You’re not going to get away with this, you know!”

“Oh my,” Empathy replied with a laugh. “Could you, like, be more cliché?” Shaking her head, she walked slowly towards her victim. “At any rate, cutie, I didn’t bring you here for your sparkling conversation. So, let’s get the ball rolling, shall we?” She grinned, eyes flashing briefly, as she deftly loosened the belt around her waist, allowing her robe to slip open. “Tell me, hot stuff… see anything you like?”

Erika’s scowl deepened, feeling a slight tingle in the back of her head, and a not-unpleasant feeling welling up in the pit of her stomach. “No. Can’t say that I do.” Empathy laughed again.

“Oh, come now. No need to lie, dear,” she said, leaning forward, causing her open robe to reveal a bit more of her breasts. “Did you forget about my powers? I can feel what you’re feeling after all.”

“I’m feeling what your powers are making me feel!” she protested with heat. “And anyway… It’s all a wasted effort!”

“Why? You think you can resist my powers?” Empathy asked, taunting her.

Erika bit her lip, swallowing, her throat suddenly dry. “You’re barking up the wrong tree, bitch!” she grunted back in defiance. “I don’t like women… not that way, I mean,” she added, blushing deeply even as she found her eyes taking in all of Empathy’s curves.

“Really? Well, that’s a shame,” the Latina villainess remarked, nonplussed. “I can actually relate. Really. You see, unlike my partner, I actually enjoy cock as well. Heck, I lean probably sixty-forty towards men, I really enjoy having something nice and hard working away deep into my innermost places,” she said with a sigh of longing before shaking her head. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t also appreciate a good pussy now and again as well.”

“Well, good for you for being an equal-opportunity deviant.”

Empathy chuckled. “Hahaha. You’re a real comedienne, you know that? Like, for real, you should have your own comedy channel or something.” Smirking again, she shrugged off her robe, leaving her entire form exposed. “But you see, I think you, like, totally forgot something important.” Kneeling down, she moved to sit down on the mattress next to Erika and ran a hand gently along the younger girl’s thigh, causing her to shiver slightly. “It doesn’t matter what you think or how you feel about the situation. You say you don’t feel a sexual attraction towards other women, huh?”

Erika nodded, her throat dry again, unable to speak. Only to gasp aloud, her thighs clenching tightly as Empathy’s hand moved smoothly along her chest, teasing and caressing her left nipple, causing it to harden. Empathy’s smirk widened.

“You see? In the end, it doesn’t matter what you think, or what your orientation may be,” Empathy continued, still caressing and groping Erika’s bare breast, “it’s how you feel that’s most important. And now I control how you feel.” She nodded solemnly, watching Erika’s body closely as she continued to stroke and caress her, her free hand slowly moving down between her young captive’s thighs. Erika grunted, clenching her eyes tightly closed even as her legs slowly moved apart at Empathy’s urging. Despite her best efforts, her body was heating up, her nethers were wet and dripping, and her pulse was definitely beginning to race.

“That’s what this is, lovely,” Empathy murmured, leaning into her, nibbling lightly on her earlobe, then pulling back as Erika reacted, lashing out with a hand to ward her off. “An experiment, of sorts, you see, Lady Enthralla’s power can alter the mind, manipulate thoughts and memories, and can literally usurp your will, and implant suggestions and commands into your mind. Her powers can be resisted to an extent if you have a strong enough will, but in the end, they eventually succumb.” Erika groaned again, her breath catching as Empathy’s fingers delved deeper between her thighs, seeking and finding her clit. “My powers, on the other hand, are temporary, but more powerful, more potent. You know the old saying, ‘Can’t fight the feeling?’ That’s me. You can’t resist my powers, can’t block them out.” Her smirk twisted evilly. “And even if you KNOW you’re being manipulated, like now, for instance, you can’t do anything about it. You’re not gay, you don’t like women sexually, yet my stroking your hot, needy pussy already has you practically foaming at the mouth with need.”

As much as Erika wanted to deny it, her adversary was correct. She was practically biting the inside of her mouth to keep from crying out in pleasure. Her disgust for the woman touching and tormenting her was offset by the sheer pleasure and arousal she was experiencing. She knew it was wrong, that Empathy was making her feel this way, but it didn’t matter. She was loving every touch, every stroke, every caress, more and more by the second. It was all she could do to keep from begging… though whether to beg her to stop or to give her more, even she wasn’t fully sure.

“So this is my little experiment,” Empathy concluded, withdrawing from her for a moment, only to gently but firmly push Erika back down flat onto her back. Straddling her waist, she glanced down at her captive little heroine. “My empathic control is just temporary. It will wear off in an hour or so. But the memory of this,” she said, grinding her naked mons against her reluctant lover’s own, “will linger. And doing this to you, again and again, repeatedly, making you enjoy our time together, it’s bound to have an effect on you.” Leaning forward, she began kissing and sucking lightly along Erika’s neck, noticing the girl’s total lack of resistance now, no longer fighting her at all. “So I’m wondering, lovely one… how long will it take for you to break? How long before that dislike, that disgust, turns to pure and total lust, even without my powers affecting you? How long before you want me? Before you... need me?”

When Empathy’s lips reached her own, Erika wanted to fight back. She wanted to turn away, to spit in her face, to yell out some smart response or retort. She honestly wanted that with all of her heart. And yet… the moment her enemy’s lips touched her own, she melted, completely, her mouth opening, welcoming the Latina villainess’ tongue, and responding with her own in kind. The two began making out ionately, all other concerns slipping from Erika’s mind as she surrendered to the ion enveloping her. Soon enough, she was screaming loudly in the throes of a massive orgasm, her body shaking, her toes curled tightly, as the lusty Latina’s tongue worked its magic deep inside her pussy. Stunned, utterly blown away, she could only stare up at her lover with a dazed expression as Empathy chuckled, then smoothly reversed position, placing her own needy pussy directly atop Erika’s face. There were no longer any thoughts of rebellion or resistance; without hesitation, Erika opened her mouth and extended her tongue, licking and sucking eagerly on the juicy, sweet prize before her. Flashbacks of her time with the heroine-goddess Venus Satore flashed through her mind, lessons from that encounter seared into her subconscious. Empathy gasped, shuddering, eyes crossed, as she felt her brainwashed lover begin to reciprocate.

“Ohhhh… ohhhh fuuckk meee,” she keened, head going back in delight. “Ahh, yes… there, just like that... oooh yeahh… mmmm… for someone claiming to be totally hetero, you’re fucking amazing with that tongue of yours!” She groaned again, hips beginning to shimmy and buck. “Ohhh… ahhh… you’ve… you’ve… definitely… done this kind of thing… before…” she managed before surrendering to her own pleasure, climaxing as hard as Erika had earlier. Panting, chuckling ruefully, she shook her head.

“Well, fuck… that was a surprise,” Empathy itted. “Apparently, there’s a lot more to you than meets the eye.” She smirked, reaching out to caress Erika’s cheek. “Still, we have plenty of time to explore each other deeper, don’t we..., my pet?”

Panting as well, emotionally wrung out, Erika nodded. “Yeah, we do,” she agreed, her arousal already beginning to spike again from Empathy’s touch against her skin. “And… honestly, I’m... I’m looking forward... to it…!”

Sabrina and Gwen both regained consciousness at the same moment.

Gwen gasped, then scowled, momentarily confused by the lack of sight, before she recognized the blindfold over her eyes for what it was. She moved to pull it off, only to find her wrists restrained, shackled with chains, holding her in place. Before she could even begin to process that, however, she became aware of an even more troubling discovery—that she was completely stark naked! FUCK! She thought, furious, utterly incensed by the situation. Again with this shit? Seriously, is this just a part of being a goddamn superhero in this city or what? And here I’d believed what happened during those incidents on Halloween was just special instances, one-shot incidents. Now, however, I’m starting to think this is the norm when a sexy young heroine gets captured…

Elsewhere, Sabrina was having much the same thoughts as well. Like her companion, she had woken up naked and restrained, wearing a blindfold to prevent her from seeing. And like Gwen, she was just as pissed, contemplating bloody murder against the two sadistic psychos that had abducted them. The chains holding her captive were strong, but not nearly as strong as she was. It would take a bit of effort to snap them, but she was confident she could free herself easily enough. Just as she started to flex her considerable strength, however, a voice called out loudly, distracting her.

“Ah! You’re awake. Good. I was starting to get a little impatient. I’d worried that I’d buried your pitiful mind so deeply in hypnosis that you’d never wake up again.”

Lady Enthralla, Gwen thought with venom. Damned bitch. Taunting me now? Really mature.

Arrogant bitch, Sabrina thought furiously. I should break free right now and show her what it feels like to have HER brain shut off!

“I have to say,” the blonde villainess continued heedlessly, “for as formidable as your reputation is, you were surprisingly easy to subdue. Definitely not as fearsome as you were made out to be.” She chuckled haughtily. “It’s actually kind of a shame. You have mind control abilities of your own… they’re just so much weaker than mine that it’s no contest.”

Bitch! Sabrina cursed silently, pulling her at chains, the urge to break free and throttle the blonde temptress barely more than she could contain.

We’ll see who’s weak, Gwen vowed silently, hands clenched tightly into fists.

Lady Enthrall laughed again, considering. “That is… unless you think differently. I’m sure your pride is likely hurting from how easily you were ensnared after all. So… tell you what. Why don’t you challenge me, here and now? You’re certainly strong enough to free yourself from your chains. It’s my mental chains that are actually keeping you here. So, why don’t you show me what you can do?” Her smile turned positively wicked. “I’m standing right in front of you here and now. Break your bonds, then use your vaunted mind control powers on me. If you can subdue me before I put you under, then you can make me free not just you, but the other heroines being held here along with you.”

Without hesitation, both Gwen and Sabrina reacted simultaneously. Using their superior strength, they both snapped their metal chains as if they were twigs, rising to their feet. Sensing their foe directly before them, they prepared to strike, grabbing their blindfolds and ripping them away, lashing out with their powers as they did so.

And gasped in utter shock, finding themselves staring at each other.

“Wha…” Sabrina managed, her eyes widening as she found herself staring deep into the blood-red stare of Gwen’s vampiric gaze, her brain locking up completely, her thoughts shattering like a brick thrown through a plate-glass window. At the same time, Gwen’s own eyes glazed over as Sabrina’s powers tore through her mind like a wave, easily piercing through her defenses, washing away all of her thoughts and will, leaving her mind likewise empty and open.

Lady Enthralla laughed gleefully at the sight. “Hahahaha! All too easy,” she gloated, walking back into view. Granted, she’d fully expected these results, considering the hypnotic suggestions she’d given them both while they were entranced earlier. She’d purposely provoked them both, egging them into attacking with their mind control powers without hesitation when prompted. She’d kept her words intentionally vague, making each woman think she was speaking only to her, and both of them were hypnotically compelled to believe they were alone with Enthralla, ignoring their own superhuman/metahuman senses that might have alerted them to the fact that someone else was in the room with them. The end result? Both women, each with potent and powerful mind control powers and formidable mental defenses, had used those abilities to utterly crush each other, leaving both of their minds open and vulnerable for her to play with as she wished. Granted, her hypnosis powers could have done the same thing and induced the same results, but why expend the effort when she could get her adversaries to enslave each other for her benefit? She laughed again at her cleverness and ingenuity.

“Now, my deeply hypnotized playthings,” she began imperiously, “you have been defeated, again. Your minds are under my power, and thus, you must obey me, and only me, in all ways. I am your Mistress, and you will submit to me completely. You will serve me in any way I choose, and obey any command I give you without resistance or hesitation. Do you understand, slaves?”

“Yes, Mistress,” Sabrina replied in a flat, blank voice.

“I understand, Mistress,” Gwen answered in a similar monotone, “I will obey.”

“Good. Very, very good. Now then,” Enthralla replied briskly, “I think it’s time that my two slaves begin their servitude. When I snap my fingers, you will awaken from your trances. You will be fully awake and aware, but still under the compulsions I have given you. You will obey me, as well as Mistress Empathy, and you will not attempt to run away or escape, or use your powers on us. Nor will you try to harm us in any way.”

Receiving their acknowledgment, she snapped her fingers, waking both women from their hypnotic states. Sabrina blinked, her expressionless face suddenly becoming animated again as awareness returned. Glancing over at Lady Enthralla’s smug face, she groaned inwardly.

“Oh, shit,” she muttered, shaking her head.

“Yeah, my sentiments exactly,” Gwen murmured, shaking her own head in dismay.

“Quiet, sluts,” Enthralla demanded, causing both women to go silent. “I do not tolerate such disrespect from my slaves. Now… I think it’s time you both showed a bit of humility for your new station in life,” she said with a smirk, as she shook off her robe, standing before them both now, completely nude. “You there, Cine-bitch, kneel down and worship my feet. kiss and lick my feet and suck on my toes like a good, submissive, little slut.” Sabrina winced but dropped down onto her hands and knees, doing as commanded. “As for you, Vampire-slut,” she added with a particularly vindictive grin, “you can literally kiss my ass.” Gwen’s jaw dropped. “Yes, you heard me. Kiss my ass, lick and nibble my sweet, sexy cheeks, as if you were making out with your lover.”

“Nrrhhh,” Gwen managed in a weak protest even as her body moved on its own to obey. Soon enough, she was following suit, kissing the beautiful blonde bitch’s plump and shapely ass, peppering it with gentle licks and ionate kisses, all to the woman’s utter delight and her own humiliation. At the same time, Sabrina found herself in her own personal hell, forced to bow down and kiss and suck on her Mistress’s toes, worshipping her feet with helpless abandon. It irked her greatly to be forced into such a submissive position against her will.

“Mmm… Yes, yes… that’s nice,” Lady Enthralla replied with a sigh. “Mmm… very good. A girl could get addicted to this kind of pampering.” She giggled softly, toes curling from Sabrina’s temperamental tongue. “Now. Now, that’s enough,” she said after a while, pushing both women away. “Let’s put those mouths of yours to a more… practical use.”

Moving them both to her private bedroom, Enthralla lay down on her bed, then gestured for her slaves to come forward. ing her on the bed, Gwen and Sabrina both did as commanded, kissing and suckling gently as they worked their way slowly up their Mistress’s body, starting at her toes, and working their way gently, teasingly, up her legs, to her inner thighs, before being commanded to stop.

“Nice. Very nice. But I want to get you both more into the mood as well. So I command you—make out with each other. Both of you fuck as if you were deeply, hopelessly, achingly in love with one another.”

Both women gasped, their vision dimming slightly as her commands took hold. Then suddenly, Sabrina lunged forward, taking Gwen in her arms, and kissing her madly, feeling her respond in turn, both of their tongues wrestling with one another. Fingers began exploring each other, caressing, teasing, and stroking at first, but as their ions grew, they both became bolder, both moving to what they enjoyed the most. Sabrina gasped, finding herself suddenly flipped over, with the vampire girl sitting astride her, pulling Sabrina’s hands to her breasts.

“Nipples,” she growled, before leaning down to lick and suck on Sabrina’s neck while letting her fingers tease and caress the younger woman’s pussy.

Taking her word, Sabrina did just that, playing with Sanguine’s nipples, feeling them harden with her ministrations. A bit of squeezing and groping seemed to encourage her, causing the vampire’s fingers to delve deeper, finger-fucking Sabrina with vigor, causing her breath to catch from the stimulation. Sabrina’s breath began to deepen and speed up as her arousal climbed higher and higher, the vampire seeming to know just how and where to touch her to make her pleasure soar. All the while, she sought to return the favor, one hand sliding down towards Gwen’s pussy, only to find her hand caught and pulled back up to her tits.

“Not yet,” Gwen hissed, eyes fluttering. “You… first…” she managed, even as her vampire nature began to assert itself. It had been several hours now since she had last fed, and she’d been pretty drained at the end of their battle anyway. Forced to submit and worked into a sexual frenzy, she was rapidly losing control of her ions. The constant arousal was a double-edged sword; on the one hand, it distracted her from her hunger, kept it at bay, and let her keep control. On the other hand, her time with Jan and Tina as her willing subjects had conditioned her into associating sex with feeding.

Sabrina, oblivious to her lover’s moral quandary, only knew that she was about to cum, and wanted, no NEEDED, her lover to cum with her. She was also very rarely in the submissive position sexually, usually in total control, guiding things as she pleased. Growling softly, she smirked as she flipped over, making Gwen gasp in surprise to suddenly find herself on her back and straddled now. “Us… together,” Sabrina growled, leaning forward and burying her head between the vampire girl’s heavy Double-D’s, licking, suckling… then biting down hard on her nipples, while her fingers forced themselves inside the squirming heroine’s pussy.

“Oooooh!! Ooohhh! Oooohhhhhgaaaawwdddeeesss!!”

Sanguine screamed, losing control completely, her hips bucking hard.

Both women writhed and groaned and moaned their pleasure, their bodies twitching and jerking spasmodically in their mutual climaxes. The bed beneath them creaked and groaned, then cracked from the strain, causing the mattress to slide and fall to the floor, yet the pair continued to cum endlessly, locked into a cycle of pleasure, each feeding the other in turn… until finally, blessedly, both were sated, collapsing back from one another, panting heavily, their expressions both equally glazed.

“Well… fuck…!!”

Lady Enthralla murmured, sitting up from the wreck of her bed. Both women glanced up, surprised, having forgotten she was even there in the midst of their ion.

“This bed cost me a small fortune,” she stated, primly, dusting herself off, before smirking at the pair of lovers. “But that was absolutely the fucking hottest thing I’ve ever witnessed. Totally worth it!” she said with a chuckle. “Now then,” she said, getting to her feet, “I suggest we move this little party to another room and another bed. Thankfully, my mansion has more than a few bedrooms for us to christen, and I intend to use each and every one of them before I’m done with you two.”

“Good morning, Master,” Christina Montenegro said cheerfully in greeting as Eugene walked into the kitchen, yawning slightly.

“Aye… morning, lass,” he murmured, taking the offered cup of hot coffee, and drinking deeply. “Ahhh… that’s a mite better. Now I can think again. How are ye this morning?” he asked kindly. “Sleep well?”

“Well enough, Master,” she replied, walking over to the stove, returning with a food-laden plate, and placing it on the table before him. “I trust you slept well also?”

“As ye said, well enough,” he replied with a half-shrug, taking a bite of bacon. “Mmmmm… wonderful as always, lass. Yer a wonder, ye ken tha?” He glanced up at the sound of bare feet padding across the hardwood floor. “Ah, lass. Perfect timing. I was just about to call for ye.”

“No need,” Eva replied sleepily, walking over to her own seat at the table, gratefully accepting her own mug of coffee from Christina. “As you can see, the smells coming from the kitchen coaxed me awake as well.” She drank deeply, then sighed softly. “Mmm… you know, Master, I swear, living with you has turned me into a coffee addict. I used to be able to function normally, but now, I can’t really start my day without a nice steaming hot cup.”

Eugene chuckled. “Ach, well, that’s probably because I insist on using the stuff. I dinnae much like showing off my wealth, as ye ken, but in some things, ye get what ye pay for. A lifetime of early business mornings showed me how important it can be to start yer day alert and clearheaded.” He sighed, taking another deep sip. “And speaking of clearheaded… have either of ye seen Ms. Patrick this morning? I dinnae recall seeing her come in before I headed to bed for the night.”

Both women shook their heads, no. “Sorry, Gene,” Eva remarked. “The last I saw of her was early evening when she responded to an alert going off at the city’s gold depository. I recall she went in one of her spare suits… the blue and gold one, I believe?”

Gene nodded. “Aye, sounds about right. Her nanosuit is likely still downstairs in its charging unit. She had a rather rough time with Omnicrone the other day, and drained its reserves to its dregs in fighting her.” He sighed, frowning. “Still, she should have been back by now. She’s on break from her college classes, so I doubt she’s off at school…” Sighing heavily, he stood up from the table. “I’d best go down to the lab and check the logs... see if she left me any messages. If not, I can always pull the suit’s transponder and track her down that way.”

“Wait, do you think she might be in any danger?” Eva asked, concerned.

“Ach, who knows?” he answered with a shrug. “The girl has her own private life. I’m her mentor, not her father, so I give her her space. It’s just… she usually leaves word if she’s planning to be away for an extended time. It’s unlike her to simply not come back home or leave word as to why.”

“True. She is normally a rather—” Eva began, only to cut off, frowning slightly. Her eyes glazed over, and she stared vacantly into the distance before blinking and turning back towards Gene. “Oh, well, Gene, it looks like we might have a problem after all,” she stated. “I just heard from my sister, Ana, and it seems that Sabrina didn’t return home last night either. She also responded to the call about the gold depository being robbed.”

“Aye, trouble indeed,” the aged Scotsman murmured, thinking deeply. “Having both girls simply disappear without a trace? We’ll definitely need to look into this.”

Tightening the belt of his bathrobe, he headed down the hallway leading downstairs to his lab, with Eva following behind him. Alone in the kitchen, Christina merely sighed softly to herself and began packing away breakfast, packaging the uneaten food into containers and storing them away for later, if the Master was so inclined. It happened often enough that she wasn’t offended or put out by everyone suddenly leaving without eating the food she’d so carefully worked to prepare. If anything, her only concerns were whether or not to keep breakfast and reheat it for later, or prepare something for an early lunch, when Master and Ms. Snow eventually got hungry again. Satisfied with the kitchen cleaned and spotless, she turned to head back to her room, only to stop, shuddering slightly, a hand moving to her forehead. A bright stabbing pain struck her just behind her eyes, and she growled, shaking her head, hands clenching into tight fists. A snarl escaped her lips, her expression showing nothing but pure fury for a moment… only to gasp, blinking in confusion as the moment ed and the pain subsided.

“Wh… what was… that?” she wondered aloud, before simply shaking her head and continuing on to her room. Downstairs, Eugene tapped away idly at his monitor, scowling all the while. Eva, standing at his side, one hand draped gently on his shoulder, squeezed gently in encouragement.

“How’s it looking, Master?” she inquired gently.

“Eh, not good,” Gene remarked with a shake of his head. “No calls from the wee lass at all yesterday. And I’m not receiving her suit’s transponder signal.”

“Could it have been damaged somehow?”

“Nae, lass,” he responded, “that part’s built like the black box of an aircraft. Even if her entire suit were turned to scrap metal, that transponder should still be functional and transmitting.” He sighed, tapping again, then clicked on the house, bringing up a satellite map of the area. “The only explanation is that Erika herself deactivated it. Which the lass would have only done under mental coercion.”

“Damn… but that tracks,” Eva remarked. “So, what now? How do we track them down?”

“The computer tracked and logged all of her movements while the transponder was active,” he replied, zooming in. “See there? The last transmission was from just outside the depository. Whatever happened to her and Sabrina must have occurred during their battle with the rogues attempting to rob the place.”

“I see. But we don’t know who they were facing off with,” Eva pointed out. “I don’t recall any mention of it in the news last night. So how do we know who to go after?”

Smirking, Gene tapped another quick series of keys. The image pulled back, showing a wide view of the area again, then began streaming in reverse. “Simple. We watch satellite ‘Candid Camera’,” he quipped, as the screen rewound back in time to the evening before. Pausing, he zoomed in again, focusing on three specific individuals. “Ah. The usual suspects,” he mused aloud. “Tyrone Jenkins, aka Steelskin. Samuel Jackson, aka Stonewall. And there,” he said, his expression twisting, “my dear old friend, Leonard Leamham, aka, Leopard Moth.” He moved the scene forward, through the battle and the conclusion, with Cinema and Armor Girl taking them down before heading inside the depository to face off with the others. Fast-forwarding, he paused again, at the scene of Erika, Sabrina, Gwen, Janika, and Tina, all piling into the back of a large SUV with two familiar villains, then driving off just as the police arrived at the scene.

“Well, now we know exactly what went down there,” Eva noted. “Do you recognize the two that they drove off with?”

“Aye,” Gene nodded. “Empathy, aka Elena Garcia-Lopez. And Lady Enthralla, aka Jessica Nostrum Halloway. I’ve nae had the displeasure of running into them personally, but I do have their vital statistics listed in my database.”

“I don’t suppose that database also lists their most likely known hideouts?” Eva asked, hopefully.

“Alas, it does not,” Gene answered. “Still, it does give us a good starting place. We know who has the girls. Now we just need to find them.”

“Uhhhh! Uhhh! Uhhh! Uhhhh!” Tina grunted, her body covered in sweat, her muscles tensing and relaxing, again and again as she was fucked relentlessly. Her hair was limp and matted, practically plastered to her face, and her breath was coming in short, quick jags from the intensity of the thrusts she was receiving. Most of all, her face was stretched into a wide Cheshire Cat-type grin of pleasure, her eyes vacant and glazed, her pert bee-stung lips open and wet, a line of drool dripping down her chin.

“Yeah! Yeah! You like that, bitch?” Empathy taunted her, panting as she fucked the brainwashed heroine hard from behind, the strap-on she wore making squelching sounds as she pumped in and out of her slave’s juicy pussy. “You like feeling me deep inside that slutty cunt of yours?”

“Yes! Yes! Oh, yes, Mistress!!” Tina yelled, her head going back again, a shudder running through her body. “Oh, please! More! More! Fuck me harder, deeper! More! More, my Mistress! More!”

She gasped, feeling a stinging slap on the right butt cheek, even as Empathy indulged her, ramming her fake cock deeper and harder as requested, pistoning in and out of her with reckless abandon.

“My, my, my, someone’s certainly having fun,” Lady Enthralla remarked, smirking wickedly from her own spot on the bed across from them. “Mmmmm… I have to say… these girls are certainly good at this. My own little slut,” she said, running a hand idly through Janika’s hair, not-so-gently guiding her head deeper between her thighs, urging her to probe her tongue deeper inside her Mistress’ velvety folds, “she’s particularly versed in the fine art of cunnilingus.” She smirked. “I know you enjoy breaking newbies and twisting them, turning vanilla girls into wanton lesbian sex sluts, but I personally prefer a lover with a bit of experience and know-how.”

Empathy scoffed, rolling her eyes. “Oh pah-lease! We both know you’re a total control freak, Jess. You get off on micro-managing your slaves to the Nth degree. It doesn’t matter how talented or experienced a girl might be, you won’t be satisfied until she’s properly trained to do it exactly the way YOU prefer.”

Enthralla chuckled. “Touche. Still, you can’t pretend you don’t share that trait yourself! You go out of your—ooohhhhh… mmmm, yes, yes, that’s the spot, just like that, slave,” she moaned, back arching slightly, toes curling for several seconds before relaxing again. “Mmmmm… yes, oh yes, this one’s a keeper,” she breathed, before shaking her head. “What was I saying again? Oh, yes… that you go out of your way to attract people that go against your usual type just so that you can mold them and change them into your perfect, little, submissive slave sluts.”

“Guilty as charged,” Empathy itted with a grin. “But hey, you know the saying, right? Variety is the spice of life. And what fun is there in taking in a slut that’s already broken in and perfectly trained? I mean, yes, it’s nice in the short term… but trust me, ‘perfection’ gets boring after a while. Hence, the habit of releasing old girls and replacing them with new ones, girls that need to be properly trained to our particular specifications.”

For the two girls being talked about, the conversation was largely over their heads. Their minds had been wiped and emptied of everything but obedience and arousal, virtually consumed with serving their Owners, giving them pleasure, and receiving pleasure in return. Their old identities as heroes, friends, and families had all been pushed aside and discarded for their new role as sex slaves, with constant arousal being their new state of being and orgasmic pleasure being their only motivation and goal. Tina continued to grunt, groan, and moan endlessly as she was fucked vigorously, while Jan’s pussy burned with stimulation from the egg vibrator nestled deep within her, controlled by her Mistress as she worked tirelessly licking and sucking her clit the way she had been trained. As for the other three heroines…

“Uuhhhhhhh! Aaahhhhhh! Oohhh, goddess bless!! Mistress, please!!”

Lady Enthralla glanced idly to the side, eyebrow raised. Partially annoyed, partially amused, she decided to give the trio of sluts working away across the room from them her attention.

“Now, now, my little Cine-slave,” she chided the young heroine, “you know the rules. Your torment was meant to last an entire hour… and it’s only been, hmmm,” she glanced at the clock on the bureau, smirking. It had been an hour and ten minutes. “Fifty minutes,” she lied smoothly. “Meaning you still have ten more minutes left to go.”

“Nnooooo!” Sabrina whined, swinging idly in her bonds, the reinforced chains around her wrists holding her suspended six inches off the ground. Not that being held up by her wrists was an issue; she was more than strong and durable enough to handle such treatment for hours without complaint. No, it was the manipulations of her two companions that were causing her such distress. As she hung, suspended, a deeply hypnotized Erika and Gwen were constantly stroking and caressing her bare skin gently, teasingly, with feathers, soft fluffy fronds stroking along her bare flesh, not enough to actually tickle her, but just enough to raise goosebumps, to excite and stimulate her nerve endings, making her entire body tingle with sensation, nearly sending her into sensory overload. Which, naturally, only made the vibrator stuffed in her pussy all the more potent and impossible to ignore.

“Please, Mistress!” she cried out, wincing as Gwen swept her feather lightly along Sabrina’s rock-hard nipples, while Erika ran hers along the outer edge of her pussy, just lightly teasing her lips. “I’ll be good! I promise! Please! Please! Oh, goddess! Please… let me cum! I’m begging you! Let me cuuummm!!!”

“Ten minutes,” Lady Enthralla said sharply, before turning her attention back to the girl working between her thighs. “And no more complaining! Otherwise… you’ll get another half hour,” she added with spite. Truth be told, she planned to let her go another half hour regardless. Not that Sabrina had done anything to deserve such torment… not really. Since completely succumbing to Enthralla’s hypnotic control, she and her friends had been the ideal slaves, subservient and obedient to a fault.

And yes, she was, perhaps, holding a bit of a grudge from the way Cinema had turned the tables on her back at the depository, easily entrancing her and turning HER into an obedient slave for a time. But really, Jessica was simply a sadistic bitch at heart. She didn’t NEED a reason to torment one of the slaves under her control. Sabrina was just the first one in this group to experience it for herself. An hour later, after both villainesses had been sated, they’d graciously allowed their slaves to cum to completion. Satisfied that their slaves were properly tamed, they’d woken them all from their trances and even allowed them to them in Enthralla’s massive jacuzzi hot tub out on her outside balcony. Lounging, relaxing, and soaking in the hot, steamy waters, the captive heroines finally had a chance to take stock of their situation. After a moment of comfortable silence, Gwen let out a deep sigh and then asked the question that was on all of their minds.

“So, Mistress Empathy, Mistress Enthralla,” she murmured, still somewhat perturbed at being compelled to call them that, “how long is this going to go on? How long do you plan to keep us all here?”

“What? Tired of our company already?” Empathy quipped, smirking, raising a leg and deliberately resting her bare foot idly in the vampire girl’s lap. Gwen merely sighed aloud.

“She has a point, you know,” Erika chimed in. “I mean, you have to know you can’t hold us here forever. We’re all pretty prominent heroes in this city, with lives and families and friends. It’s only a matter of time before someone notices we’re gone and comes looking for us.”

“Well, they’re more than welcome to look,” Enthralla stated imperiously. “My mansion is outside the city limits, and fully ed under another name. There’s nothing linking this place to me other than the fact that I own it just as completely as I own all five of you.”

“I think she means to say, ‘we’ own you,” Empathy chimed in, “but yes, she’s right. This ain’t our first rodeo after all,” she added, draining her wineglass before continuing. “You girls are far from the first we’ve done this to, and you certainly won’t be the last. But to answer your question… hmm, I suppose we’ll let you all go. Eventually. When we finally get bored with you. Or, more likely, when you stop being useful,” she said with a smirk, gesturing with her empty wineglass. Rolling her eyes, Splash gestured with her left hand, utilizing her powers, causing the wine in the wine bottle sitting next to the hot tub to rise and flow from the bottle, floating through the air to refill Empathy’s empty glass.

“Okay, look,” Janika cut in heatedly. “This is ridiculous! You have to know this won’t last! We’re freaking superheroes, dammit! We’re part of a community, a network! If one of us gets abducted, the others will start searching for her. And we’re talking five of us, abducted all at once?” She shook her head. “I’m telling you, the other heroes will be out in droves searching for us. It’s just a matter of time before they find you!”

Enthralla and Empathy glanced at each other, then laughed, shaking their heads. “Oh come on,” Empathy remarked. “You’re overstating things quite a bit, don’t you think? I grew up in this city after all—I know how often you ‘so-called’ hero types pull your little disappearing acts.”

“Huh? And what is THAT supposed to mean?” Tina snapped.

“It means,” Lady Enthralla replied, “that you adorable little sluts are obviously in the whole ‘hero’ business specifically to end up exactly where you are right now,” she stated, gesturing around them to the hot tub they were all lounging in. “Here. Captured. Enslaved. Brainwashed into subservience.” Her smile twisted. “Just like your little group.”

“Are… are you st… fu… grrrrahh…” Sabrina grunted in frustration, unable to fully voice her true thoughts. Part of their hypnotic programming prevented the girls from showing obvious disrespect to their Mistresses or cursing them out. “You can’t be serious,” she amended instead. “You CAN’T believe that we WANTED to end up enslaved by you this way, against our wills?”

“Oh, can’t we?” Empathy retorted. “As I said, I grew up in this city. And as often as you hero types face off with us bad guys and lose, it’s a fair bet that if the villains don’t kill you outright, they will most likely end up abducting you, breaking your mind and your will, and using you as their playthings. Yet even knowing that you guys STILL insist on playing hero?” She scoffed. “Oh, and don’t EVEN get me started on the skimpy, skin-tight, brightly colored costumes you guys go around wearing! I mean, like, could you possibly be more obvious? It’s like you’re advertising, “Hey, here I am, come knock me unconscious and drag me off to your sex dungeon!”

“H-hey! That’s not… that’s… you’re completely off base!” Erika sputtered, completely indignant. “Now, I can’t deny that there probably ARE a few heroes that actually get off on being subdued and captured by some villain, and being made to submit against their will.” Jan and Tina blinked, saying nothing, but both women did blush slightly. “But for most of us, we actively try to AVOID that kind of thing! We don’t just PLAY hero… we ARE heroes. We do this because if we didn’t, criminals like you would run around unchecked, doing whatever you wanted, with no one to stop you.”

Enthrall and Empathy glanced at each other. “She has a point there,” the blonde itted with a shrug. “Yeah,” Erika continued. “And as for the costumes…” she paused, considering. “Well, I’m not the best to comment on that. My ‘costume’ is a full suit of armor, after all. That said, it seems to me that, depending on a particular hero’s powers and skills, the costume they wear emphasizes it.” She shrugged. “If you’re a stealthy hero, someone that slinks in the shadows, then of course you’re going with black or gray, some dark colors that blend in. But for other heroes, you may WANT to stand out and attract attention…” She blushed slightly. “Divine, for instance, is a seductress, able to ensnare and entrance her adversaries, and her costume is a flipping red satin ballroom dress and heels!”

Empathy grinned at that. “Ah yeah… Divine. Now there’s one heroine I wouldn’t mind crossing paths with.” She drank from her wineglass again, then let out a sigh. “At any rate, speculation is ultimately pointless. Regardless of the reason, you five are here with us now. You will serve and obey us. And that is the way things are going to remain until WE decide differently.” Standing up, she shook out her hair and made her way out of the hot tub. “I think I’m done soaking now,” she stated, yawning. “Now I’m in the mood for a nice deep-tissue massage.” She smirked, glancing from face to face. “You, Armor Bitch,” she prompted, pointing at Erika. “You seem to be a bit of a know-it-all. Let’s see if that knowledge extends to massage therapy.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

Reluctantly but still obedient, Erika made her way out of the tub as well…

Leonard Leamham smirked, crossing his legs and leaning back in his seat as his visitors stepped forward to meet him at his table. “Well, well, well,” he stated blithely, “if it isn’t my old friend and colleague, Eugene Frasier.” He glanced to the side. “And his lovely assistant.” He leaned forward, steepling his fingers. “So, to what do I owe the ‘pleasure’?” he asked, making finger quotes.

“Let us dispense with the pleasantries, Leamham, shall we?” Gene retorted gruffly. “Yer a smart man, so you can likely guess the reason why we’ve come. I’m looking for information.”

“And you want me to provide it for you?” Leonard replied, eyebrow raised. “Now, why on earth would I bother helping you, hmm? Do you have something to offer me, perhaps? Some kind of huge bribe? You could certainly afford it after all,” he replied with a chuckle before sobering. “But no. There’s nothing you could possibly say to make me forget how much I utterly hate and despise you!”

Eugene merely nodded, nonplussed. “Aye, I figured as much. As many times as we’ve clashed, I wouldnae expect anything less from you. That said… this situation is different. Yer not here in jail because of anything I did to ye, lad. Yer locked up in here now because ye were betrayed by yer own partners in crime,” he pointed out. Leonard scowled. “Yer two female companions made their escape from the crime scene and left you, Steelskin, and Stonewall there for the police.”

“Someone’s well informed,” Leonard spat, “considering that I’ve only been in here a few hours.”

“We do our homework, Mr. Leamham,” Eva remarked. “And we have connections with law enforcement, as you’re already aware.”

“To which I am very aware,” Leonard replied, his scowl deepening. “So fine. Get to the point. What is it that you want with me?”

“As I said before, information,” Gene stated. “I want to locate yer two partners, Empathy and Lady Enthralla, and rescue the heroes they’re holding captive. And for that, I need to know where they’re holed up.” At Leonard’s expressionless response, he shrugged. “Ye’ve always been a smart and cautious man, Leamham. I cannae imagine ye getting involved with a pair of outsiders without doing yer due diligence. You must know where their hideout is located.”

“And you just want me to volunteer that information to you, freely?” Leonard asked dubiously. “Just out of the goodness of my heart?”

Eugene chuckled at that. “Goodness? Nae, lad, No offense, but I doubt yer cold black heart even knows the concept of ‘goodness’. Nae… I think ye should offer me the information I’m seeking for one very important reason, one that I’m sure ye can accept and get behind: Revenge.”

“Revenge?”

“Of course,” Eva replied with a nod. “Think about it, Mr. Leamham. Those women took off with your hard-earned loot and just left you out to dry. They didn’t even try to help you, to bring you with them. You’re in jail now. That’s not going to change. But you can at least get back at them and make sure they both end up locked up in cells of their own.”

Leonard nodded slowly, a twisted smile forming on his face. “Damn. Hahahahaha… god damn it! You’ve got one hell of a point there, lady. Helping you catch those two traitorous bitches would definitely make me feel a hell of a lot better.” His smile shifted into a smirk. “But I’m afraid you’re wrong, Frasier. As much as I hate those two cunts for screwing me over… I hate you much, much more.” He crossed his arms. “You can forget it. I won’t be giving you any help at all.”

Gene merely shrugged. “Aye. I figured as much,” he said, glancing at Eva, who nodded. “Truth be told, I dinnae really need yer help.” Leonard blinked. “I already have the information I need. I merely thought I’d be courteous and offer ye the chance for a wee bit o’ payback. But if yer not interested, it’s nae hardship to me.” He stood up. “We’ll be going now. Have a good day, laddie. I expect it will be quite a while before our paths cross again.” With that, he and Eva walked away, leaving Leonard alone until the guards returned to escort him back to his cell.

Walking out of the compound, Gene glanced at his companion. “I take it ye got what ye needed from him?”

“Absolutely,” she confirmed with a grin. “I read it all clearly from inside his mind. It helped that you broached the subject just the way that you did. Asking him directly made him think of the location and picture it clearly in his mind.” She shrugged. “I didn’t even have to go searching for it. He practically offered it up to me on a silver platter.” With a bit of effort, she linked to her Master, implanting the knowledge directly into his mind as well.

“Perfect,” Gene replied, grinning. “Excellent job as always, loveling. Now come on. Let’s get back home and regroup, then see about bringing our friends back home again.”

“We stare and sink deeper. We submit. We obey.”

Five young women stood at attention, staring straight ahead, deeply entranced. Lady Enthralla stood before them, holding up a glowing silver pendant, letting it sway and spin idly in her hands. “Good, very good, my slaves,” she intoned, nodding serenely. “Let yourselves go deeper, deeper, deeper into trance. Relax… and surrender yourselves completely. And as you go deeper into trance, you find my control over you strengthening, increasing, becoming more and more solid in your minds.”

“Yes, Mistress,” the heroines stated in unison. “We stare. We sink. We go deeper. We surrender. We submit. We obey…”

Empathy stood by watching idly, gently buffing her fingernails. The proceedings were going well. In the three days that the villainesses had held them captive, they had been repeatedly hypnotized and entranced, the commands of obedience and submission reinforced over and over. Already, they were showing much less resistance and rebellion than they’d shown when they’d first arrived. Between her softening them up with her empathic control and Enthralla’s direct and powerful hypnotic programming, she estimated their subjugation would be completed in another two days, three tops. Then all five of them would be their willing, devoted, and absolutely obedient slaves. It was just a matter of time at this point.

“Very good,” Lady Enthralla stated, satisfied with her slaves’ progress. “Now then. When I snap my fingers, you will awaken from your trance again. As always, you will not recall my words, but you will act on my instructions regardless, as my words have become a part of your very being.” Smirking, she raised a hand, bringing her fingers together, and snapped loudly. At once, the five entranced women blinked, awareness returning once more. “All right. Slaves, your Mistresses are going to the kitchen to have an early brunch. The five of you, however, will prepare yourselves for your duties as our sex slaves when we return.”

The heroines glanced at one another warily. Their expressions were strained, unhappy with the situation but resigned, knowing they had no choice in the matter. Not one of them realized that not only were they no longer even trying to resist, but had, in fact, all but totally accepted their enslavement.

“As you command, Mistress Enthralla,” Gwen murmured with a sigh. She stood up straighter, wincing slightly, still more than a little sore. The night before, she had apparently done something to provoke Lady Enthralla’s wrath and ended up being ‘punished’. The sadistic blonde had spent the next two hours beating her vampiric slave, whipping, caning, paddling, and spanking her raw, taking great delight in causing her pain. Thankfully, her unique physiology allowed her to withstand the beating with no problems. Nevertheless, being undead with the ability to regenerate from any injury didn’t mean she couldn’t feel pain. The scariest part? Lady Enthralla was simply a twisted deviant, acting not in retaliation to any slight, but simply at her own whim and for her own amusement. The other girls had simply watched silently in sympathy, knowing that at any moment, any one of them could take her place. As they stood there now, awaiting her commands, each woman wondered idly what the devious blonde had in mind for them today.

“Hmph,” Empathy huffed, sounding bored. “Can we speed this up, Jessica? I’m starving here. Just… pair them off with each other and make them make out until we get back. You can think up something creative while we’re chowing down.”

“Very well,” Enthralla replied, chagrined. “You heard your Mistress, slaves! Pair up! You will all make out with each other, working each other into a deeply aroused sexual frenzy. But, of course, you will NOT cum,” she added with a smirk, “not until we return to grant you permission. We want you all nice and wet and ready for us, after all. And you two,” she added, pointing at Tina and Janika. “Splash-slut and Sunbeam-slut! You two were particularly... underwhelming last night,” she declared. “So until we say otherwise, consider yourselves demoted. You’re now not just slaves… you’re now the slaves of the other slaves. You will submit and obey them just as deeply as you would your Mistresses.” She chuckled evilly. “So, yes… have fun with that!” she said casually, before turning on her heel and leaving the bedroom, with Empathy following close behind her.

“Well… fuck,” Janika cursed, lowering her head. “And just when I thought the situation couldn’t possibly get any worse, and that we couldn’t be humiliated any more than we already had.”

“Hey, now, guys, it’s not so bad,” Erika replied, giving them both a weak smile. “We’re all in this together, right? Yeah, the situation’s not the best… but we can’t let them break you.” She sighed softly. “So, you’re OUR slaves now, is that it? Well, we’re not going to abuse you the way they’ve been abusing us. So, just relax, okay?”

“Easy for you to say,” Tina remarked glumly. “That’s probably exactly what Lady Enthralla has in store for us next. Think about it. How easy would it be for her to command you all to abuse us, to treat us just as harshly as she has been doing? And think about the impact of that… for us being abused and tormented by our friends—especially if Empathy gets involved and amplifies our feelings just to make it all worse?” The others were silent at that, having no response.

“Well,” Sabrina said after a while, “there’s nothing we can do about it for now. Until our friends track us down and rescue us, we have to just go along with it and bide our time.” She sighed deeply. “And, that said, we were all given a command we have to follow. There’s no more stalling,” she said, walking over to Tina and looking her in the eye. “Sweetie, I want you to serve me,” she said gently but firmly, smiling a bit as the girl gasped, her eyes clouding over briefly before nodding. “And you as well, Jan,” she added, making eye with her as well. “Both of you. Tina, you start at my feet, kissing and sucking my toes, and work your way up. Jan, you start up at my face, kissing and licking, and work your way down.” She smirked as they smiled, nodding and obeying, pushing her gently back towards the bed. “And, hopefully, we’ll all meet somewhere in the middle.”

Gwen and Erika chuckled at how quickly and readily the naturally dominant Sabrina had claimed both women as her “slaves”, shaking their heads ruefully before glancing at each other. “Well,” Gwen said after a moment, “I guess that leaves us. I know this doesn’t exactly come naturally for you, hon,” she said, gently but firmly pressing down on the younger brunette’s shoulders, forcing her down to her knees, “but after the last two days, we both know what we each like and enjoy. So dive right in babe,” she said with a sigh, feeling Erika’s tongue gently tracing around the outside of her pussy lips, slowly spiraling inward, “and… mmm… yeah… do a good job… and I’ll be sure to... ooohhh… recipro... mmm... cate.”

Sabrina let out a loud groan, eyes fluttering, fingers and toes twitching as a pleasure spasm ran through her body. She was being double-teamed, and she was loving the fucking HELL out of it! Her fingers kept twitching, and she had to bite her lip to keep from taking control and dominating her two lovers fully, forcing them to devote themselves utterly to her pleasure. They weren’t REALLY her slaves after all, they were her friends, victims of the same two despicable fiends that also had her under their control. She had to keep that in mind, to not abuse the trust they were both putting in her and keep from giving in to her own natural instincts. Oohhhh… but it was really hard to resist those urges, especially when both women were so fucking GOOD at finding her pleasure spots! Tina was sucking and nibbling on her toes, her devilish tongue tickling her sensitive soles so expertly it made Sabrina want to scream with helpless laughter—only to moan instead as Tina’s slender and talented fingers made their presence known, delving and exploring deep within her center, touching her in all the right places. At the same time, Janika was tormenting Sabrina’s sensitive breasts, kissing and licking them so sweetly, then switching to suckling on her nipples, deep and hard, pulling at them, even biting down on them, causing her to gasp and whine at the sensations even as her arousal continued to climb.

“Aaaahhh… oooohhh… fffuuuccckkkk!” she cried, spasming again, toes curling in pleasure. Her every nerve ending was tingling with sensation, so sensitive, so turned on; the curse of her nigh-invulnerable body, as compensation for being able to withstand injury, while she was largely unaffected by pain, other sensations, particularly pleasure, were largely amplified. The feather torment she’d endured days earlier had been a truly mind-bending experience, but this loving teasing by Splash and Sunbeam was definitely ranking up to be a close second. Across from them, Gwen was groaning and moaning as well, her normally pale skin a nice and rosy pink. Having fed well and deeply from both Tina and Janika the day before, her body was functioning normally again. Her body was relatively warm, soft, and supple, and deeply flushed from the efforts of her lover. Lying on the floor now, her own tongue was mirroring Erika’s, delving between the younger girl’s sweet, succulent pussy in their sixty-nine position, determined to drive the young upstart as far into a sexual frenzy as she was driving her.

And it was working. Erika’s moans and whimpers were muffled between Gwen’s powerful thighs, but evident nonetheless. The vampire’s tongue was a truly evil implement, being wielded by a sapphic savant, somehow able to hit her G-spot perfectly, teasing and stroking and caressing it in all the ways that turned the normally composed brunette into a puddle of unresolved need and desire. Despite her insistence on being fully hetero, she would have definitely cum explosively a half dozen times by now if not for her Mistress’ hypnotic command preventing her from finding her release without permission. Grunting, groaning, eyes fluttering as she straddled the line preventing her from climax, she funneled all of her frustration and angst into the only thing she could and redoubled her efforts to bring her partner to completion instead. Meanwhile, in the kitchen, oblivious (and uncaring) of their slaves’ predicaments, Jessica and Elena sat at the table, having small talk, chatting as Mary, Jessica’s maid and hypnotized servant, prepared lunch for them. Elena paused, nodding to the maid as she set a plate of fancy finger sandwiches before her, along with a glass of wine, curtsied, then stepped back to continue her preparations. Chuckling, she shook her head.

“Hehehe… you know, it still gets me that you have actual live-in maids and servants here,” Elena remarked.

“Hmm? How so?” Jessica asked, curious.

“You know... the fact that you are actually rich. That you actually ARE a ‘Lady’ in the real sense of the world, with a family title going back to Europe and all that.” She smirked. “And that you still have a trace of an accent that comes out now and again, particularly when you get upset.”

Jessica rolled her eyes. “Yes, well, being nobility isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. For starters, yes, I’m rich, NOW, here,” she said, gesturing around them, “but that’s only recently. My family had actually fallen on hard times ages ago, and although we still technically have the title through our bloodlines, there’s not much to show for it. Frankly, if I hadn’t been born with this power, I might have grown up poor, just another bastard offspring offshoot of the more prevalent branch of the family.” She scowled, eyes flashing. “But that’s fine. I’ve amassed a pretty sizable fortune already. I need just a few million more and I’ll be ready to make my bid to unseat the current family head and take my rightful place as the Halloway matriarch.”

Elena merely nodded. “Yeah, yeah, as you’ve said before,” she stated dismissively. “And hey, I’m here for ya, babe. I just hope you don’t plan to forget all of us ‘little people’ who helped you ascend to those new lofty heights once you gain your throne.”

Jessica laughed. “No, no, Elena dear, rest assured, I will not forget about you. When the time comes, you’ll definitely be rewarded for all of your help.” Accepting a glass of wine from Mary as well, she tapped hers against Elena’s before drinking deeply. “Mmmm… very nice.” She let out a sigh, reclining in her chair. “So… not to change the subject, dear… but how long do you plan to stay here?”

“Stay here?” she replied, eyebrow raised. “Don’t tell me you’re tired of having me around here already!” she teased.

“Certainly not. It’s just… well,” she said, gesturing idly at Elena, who, like herself, was simply clad in a white terrycloth robe. “It’s been three days now, and aside from your costume, that bathrobe, the only clothing you have here is that string bikini you left the last time you came over to lounge in the hot tub.” She smirked, sipping again. “And while I certainly wouldn’t mind seeing you dressed in one of those spare French Maid uniforms I have for my servants, I don’t think that’s quite your usual style.”

Elena chuckled as well. “Yeah, that’s a hard on the maid outfit. And yeah, I do intend to head back over to my place sooner or later to grab some clothes and supplies and such. But, well, there’s no big hurry right now, is there? Strolling around in a bathrobe, or even naked for that matter, is perfectly fine here, after all.” She smirked. “That’s the beauty of having brainwashed slaves. They don’t care how we’re dressed or even if we’re dressed at all. And if they do, well, it’s easy enough to ‘change their minds’, you know.”

“I do indeed,” Lady Enthralla remarked primly. “Speaking of which… I suppose we should get back to our little group soon and finish their training. It’s been fun breaking them in and using them for our amusement, but we should go ahead and complete their enslavement. Once they’ve been truly broken and fully converted and have adapted to their servitude, we’ll be able to use them for our heists from now on.” She sighed with contentment. “That will indeed make our capturing them a truly serendipitous event. Being able to use these so-called heroes to perform robberies on our behalf, using their strength, their powers, and their technology for our benefit! It will be the perfect windfall for us, dear Elena.”

“Maybe so,” Empathy remarked with a smirk. “But that doesn’t mean we should be complacent. Just because we’re doing well with this group of Supers doesn’t mean we should just ‘settle’…”

Lady Enthralla glanced at her, eyebrow raised. “You are still thinking about capturing Divine, aren’t you?” she replied flatly. Empathy shrugged.

“Hey, she’s hot,” she replied as an explanation. “Even you can’t deny that fact. Don’t tell me you’d turn her down if she offered you a night together in the sack?”

“Er, well,” Jess remarked, blushing slightly, “I can see the… definite appeal,” she itted. Empathy laughed aloud. “But still,” she continued, heedless, “There is such a thing as overreaching. The reason we’re partners is that I got a bit greedy in my ‘recruiting’ back in the day. I let my professional life interfere with my personal life… and it ended up biting me in the arse,” she remarked with a sigh.

“Huh. You mean about your ex?” Elena asked sympathetically. “I get ya, babe. And yeah, that was kind of rough. But I mean… how were you supposed to know the girl you were dating was freaking Quintessence? It’s not your fault things ended the way they did between you. I mean, yeah, you withheld your secret identity as a crook from her—but she did the exact same thing!”

“YES! EXACTLY!” Jessica yelled, slamming a fist down hard on the table. “That’s exactly what I said! The arrogant little bitch tried to play it off as if I were solely to blame!”

She sighed deeply. Truth be told, part of the reason Jessica took such delight in torturing and tormenting her brainwashed collection of superheroes was a kind of venting, a subconscious vengeance against Quintessence, whom she was unable to settle with. A small part of her realized it… but she kept that part of her buried deep, unable and unwilling to face that particularly hard truth. Elena’s thoughts were in the same place, however. She could very clearly picture what it would be like to add Quintessence to their little group, to brainwash her into obedience, and take turns punishing her for the pain and anguish she’d dealt to her friend and lover. She could also easily imagine Divine as part of that scenario as well, her eyes glazing over slightly as she imagined the body underneath that red satin ball gown…

A loud buzzer sounded, breaking her out of her thoughts, and she frowned, glancing at Jess. “Ugh. What the hell is that?”

“That’s the buzzer for the front door,” she replied dismissively. “Don’t worry about it. One of the house staff will attend to it.” Elena shrugged, taking another drink of wine, and sure enough, a moment later, a new maid appeared in the kitchen doorway.

“Pardon me, Mistress,” she said, bowing slightly, “but you have a visitor who has come to see you.”

“A visitor?” Jessica asked, frowning slightly. She hadn’t anticipated anyone visiting this morning.

“Yes, ma’am,” the maid replied, nodding. “A man in a sharp gray business suit.”

“I’m not expecting anyone today,” Lady Enthralla remarked, waving a hand. “At any rate, I’m in no condition to entertain visitors right now. Send him away, please, Mildred.”

“Ach, I’m afraid this is a matter which cannae wait, lass,” the man replied, stepping into view from behind Mildred, dressed in a gray business suit and hair, holding a large metal briefcase. “Forgive me, but I heard ye talking from the parlor and decided to simply skip the middleman, so to speak.”

“Yes, so I see,” the Lady remarked, her irritation showing. “Very well, since you are here. What is it that you want, Mister…?”

“Frasier, Eugene Frasier,” the man replied with a slight bow and tipped his hat. “At yer service. And again, I hate to trouble ye on such a fine afternoon as this, but I’ve come to ye with a business proposal. One that I think ye might find to yer liking.”

“A business proposal?” the blonde remarked, mildly curious now. “And what exactly does this proposal entail?”

Eugene smiled. “Well, lass, to put it simply, the proposal is thus. I propose that you, Jessica Halloway, and your companion, Elena Garcia, both relinquish ownership and control of the five heroines that you are currently holding captive within this mansion.” Both women blinked, stiffening. “In return, I intend to take the wee lasses away and leave you both in peace, to continue on your day as you see fit,” he concluded brightly. “So… what say you? Do we have an accord?”

“An accord?” Empathy spat, standing up, irritated. “Is that a joke? Are you out of your fuckin’ mind?”

“He must be,” Lady Enthralla stated, standing as well, a smirk on her lips. “Or despite knowing our names, he must not know who he is up against.” She reached up and removed the silver pendant from around her neck, holding it aloft in her left hand. “I don’t know what kind of game you are playing, Mr. Frasier, but you were a fool to come here alone to face both of us.”

Nonplussed, Eugene merely shook his head. “I take it that yer answer is a resounding ‘No’ then,” he muttered. “Verra well. To answer yer question, lass… aye, I’m verra aware of who you both are and what yer capable of. But two things ye were wrong about,” he said, holding up a hand.

“Oh?” Elena asked, smirking, focusing her powers on the man before her. “And what would that happen to be?”

“One, that I’m many, many things,” he replied, still smirking, as he removed his hat, revealing a narrow silver band around his head, “but I’m nae a fool.” He replaced the hat back atop his head. “And the second thing,” he added, stepping aside, as a pair of beautiful, statuesque identical blondes in matching white suits strode forth to stand at his side. “I never said that I came here alone.” Glancing at them both, he gestured forward. “Ladies, if ye will?”

“I thought you’d never ask,” Evangeline Snow replied, walking over to stand across from Lady Enthralla.

“Oh, I’m so looking forward to this,” Anastasia Albinn stated, walking over to stand in front of Empathy.

The two villains glanced at each other, smirking. “You have no idea what kind of mess you’ve gotten yourself into, bitch,” Empathy stated, focusing her talent on the woman before her. “But I’m feeling generous. If you submit right here and now, I’ll be merciful and allow you to eat my pussy. Otherwise, I’ll have you eating my ass instead.” She chuckled darkly as Ana’s eyes narrowed. “Does that sound like fun? Dropping to your knees like a horny, submissive little slut, desperate to obey me and please me by doing any lowly, humiliating, disgusting thing I demand of you?”

Ana sighed dramatically, rolling her eyes. “Actually, it sounds rather disgusting, unoriginal, and utterly juvenile,” she remarked. Empathy blinked, frowning deeply. “Still, I suppose that would be the best someone like you could come up with,” Ana smirked, taking obvious delight in her adversary’s annoyance. “Oh, and as for whatever you’re attempting to do? Forget it, little girl. My sister and I are psychics. Real psychics,” she added, smirking wider, as Empathy growled. “Face it, you’re out of your league.”

“Out of my—” Empathy gaped, before gritting her teeth. “Oh, you arrogant bitch, it is on!” she snarled.

Focusing her powers, Elena poured the font of her power forth, directing it directly into her adversary. It took quite a bit of effort, having to push past her own anger and annoyance to project other emotions into her enemy. Between managing her own emotions, projecting the desired emotions, and dealing with her opponent’s emotions, it was a balancing act even at the best of times. Still, she had years of practice in perfecting and refining her control. And she was confident she would come out on top. Unfortunately for her, her adversary had decades more training and experience. Ana simply stared deep into her eyes, deflected and batting away her mental barbs as if swatting flies. At the same time, her own thoughts and desires were being transmitted directly to the younger girl, flooding her mind and overwhelming her being. Confusion. Even as Elena continued to fight, she felt her determination waning. Anxiety. Her confidence began to fade. Worry. She knew she had to win this battle of wills. Desperation. She had no choice. If she lost, it was all over for her and Jessica. Persistence. Despite the realization that her enemy was actually as good as she claimed, she wasn’t about to give up. Delusion. She knew that she could win… she just needed something to distract the overconfident blonde…

Inspiration.

“You think you’re hot stuff, dontcha?” Empathy called out, smirking, reaching out, grabbing the belt of her bathrobe, yanking it hard. “Well, bitch, feast your eyes on someone who really IS hot!” Ana blinked, her eyes flowing down, tracing every inch of newly exposed flesh. Arousal. Empathy couldn’t help but chuckle. Hook, line, and sinker! “Now then, precious,” she replied, licking her lips. Arousal. Distracted. “Let’s see if you can still resist my charms!”

Thus began the mental tug of war, the battle of wills, and the two combatants engaged once more. Emotions began ing between the two in a rapid-fire barrage, mixing and mingling, each one striking so hard and fast it barely ed before the next one overtook it. And somehow, for some reason, a steady stream of ever-building arousal seemed to be in the very midst of the storm.

Arousal.

Weakness.

Confusion.

Fear.

Arousal.

Lassitude.

Anger.

Sadness. Arousal. Sympathy. Giddiness. Arousal. Despair. Arousal. Jealousy. Arousal. Arousal. Arousal. Indifference. Arousal. Arrogance. Arousal. Arousal. AROUSAL. AROUSAL.

Exhaustion. Submission.

Surrender.

“Uhhhhhnnn…” Empathy managed, moaning softly, eyes rolling back into her head before fluttering closed. Her mind, overloaded, overstimulated, and taxed beyond her limits, simply shut down, as she swayed gently back and forth, unconscious on her feet.

“Care to surrender now,” Eva asked, smirking confidently, “and save yourself some trouble and humiliation? You’re outmatched.”

“Is that what you think?” Lady Enthralla replied, channeling her powers, eyes glowing brightly. “Then allow me to show you what I’m capable of. Look into my eyes, woman,” she commanded imperiously. Eva blinked, her jaw dropping as she found her gaze locked with the other woman’s, the glowing crystal blue seeming to pulse directly into her own. Enthralla’s smile widened.

“Yes, yes, just like that, girl,” she intoned gently, “stare deeply into my eyes. You can’t look away. You can only stare deeper… deeper… staring into my piercing blue eyes.”

“I… I… c-can’t… look away,” Eva stuttered, blinking, her eyelids moving slower and slower each time. “So… so… blue…”

“Yes, my blue blue eyes. So hypnotic. You can’t look away.” Hypnotic. “And as you stare deeper and deeper, feel yourself relaxing.” Relax. “Relaxing your body… relaxing your mind… finding your thoughts… slowing… fading…” Fading. Hard to think. Sleepy. “Yes… and sleepy,” she added, “so very sleepy. So tired. So hard to keep your eyes open…”

Lady Enthralla continued to stare deep into Eva’s eyes, noting idly how glazed they were, so empty and vacant. The woman had fallen into her trap, had been caught unaware, and was sinking deeper and deeper under her spell. A powerful feeling swept through her, having entranced yet another beautiful, sexy woman so easily, bending her will to her own. Yes, the sexy woman was becoming more and more her obedient slave by the moment. Every second, the light faded more and more from her lovely blue eyes.

Blue eyes.

Deep, crystal-clear blue eyes.

“Falling so very deep now,” Enthralla continued, her voice low and soft, fading to a deep monotone, still staring into Eva’s eyes. Blue eyes. Hypnotic. “Falling deeper…” Can’t look away. “Deeper…” Thoughts fading. Hard to think. “Deeper… into trance…” Sleepy. So very sleepy. “Letting your eyes… c-c-close… falling…” Unable to resist. Unable to fight. “into… s-slumber…”

Sleep. Now.

“Now…” Lady Enthralla murmured softly, her eyelids fluttering closed, her head slumping forward as she fell into a deep and potent trance. Eva’s blank expression faded, a knowing smirk creasing her lips, simply enjoying her victory over the sadistic villainess…

“Wow,” Eugene remarked, shaking his head as he walked over to the twin psychics. “That was just… brutal. Seriously, lassies. It’s one thing to take those two foul wenches down, but it’s another one entirely to mess with their minds and make them fight each other, believing they were fighting you.”

And indeed, it was exactly so. After their initial interaction, the combined telepathic power of Ana and Eva overwhelmed Lady Enthralla and Empathy, completely hijacking their conscious minds and altering their perceptions. Then, simply out of spite, they released both women’s minds, and faced them against each other, with the misguided belief that the person they were fighting were the blonde psychics that had already beaten them.

Eva merely shrugged. “They deserved it. They were both way too haughty and arrogant about their talents. They needed to be taken down a peg or two.”

“Besides,” Ana added with a frown, “I saw in their memories that they’d done the exact same thing to Sabrina and Gwen earlier. Call it karma, or payback, or whatever, but I had no problem with what we did to them.”

“Neither do I, lass,” Gene remarked with a nod. “At any rate, they’re no longer an issue. You, ladies, go and find the missing heroines,” he directed, opening his suitcase and removing a pair of power-neutralizing collars, “and in the meantime, I’ll prepare our two defeated villains for their trip to jail once we’re done...”

Epilogue:

The situation cleanup went smoothly from then on.

Jessica Halloway and Elena Garcia were both deposited at the 23rd Precinct Police Station. Both women chose to confess their crimes and were locked up to await trial without protest. At least until after they were locked up; immediately after, the two began yelling and screaming, demanding to be released and threatening all sorts of revenge against the ones responsible for them being there. Their words were, of course, completely ignored by the police staff.

As for the captive heroines, after a very thorough and intensive bout of deprogramming, they each returned back to their lives with no further issues, other than a bit of embarrassment over being captured in the first place. For their peace of mind, Eva notified them that their secret identities were safe, that she and Ana had erased that knowledge as well as the image of their unmasked faces from the minds of the two villains. All in all, the matter had been settled, and things had returned more or less to normal.

Gwen let out a sigh of contentment as she sank down into her favorite chair back at her apartment. Taking out a bag of her favorite AB—, she ruminated a bit over the events of the past three days. Kind of makes you wonder if my previous mindset was the right one, she mused idly. That this whole hero gig was a mistake. Empathy and Enthralla were both full of shit, but they did have ONE good point. Only an idiot or a masochistic fool would ever really consider the life of a costume-wearing hero. Fighting the good fight, protecting people, and all that… yeah, it’s definitely worthwhile. It’s the reason why I got involved in this after all. But the risks… ending up captured, tortured, and killed… or brainwashed and enslaved to some egomaniacal psychopath? She sighed heavily. Yeah… definitely makes you stop and reconsider your life choices.

A knock at the door sounded, breaking her out of her introspection. Smirking, she nodded, calling out. “Come in!” As expected, the door opened, and her two lovely partners and lovers walked in. “Hey, guys. I didn’t think you’d be over this soon,” she greeted Tina and Janika. “Not that you’re not welcome, of course. I just thought, yanno… after the last three days, you might want some time alone to… process?”

Tina shrugged. “Yeah, we did that,” she said simply, kicking off her trainers and padding over to Gwen in the living room, Janika following behind her. “For about ten minutes or so. But we kinda missed you, Gwen. And we were worried about you too… how you might be taking all of this.”

“Yeah,” Janika piped in. “I know we’ve been in some interesting scrapes since you ed us as our partner, but this time was pretty intense. We just… yanno… wanted to make sure you were doing okay.”

Gwen smiled, honestly touched. “Well, yeah, I’d say I’m like a James Bond martini… a bit shaken but not stirred. Honestly, I’m fine, but I am glad to have you both here.” She sighed, then yawned. “Are you guys hungry? I just ate myself,” she added, gesturing to the nearly empty bag of blood plasma in her hand, “but we could order something, or go out if you’re in the mood—”

“We just ate,” Tina interjected. “We grabbed something quick on our way over here.”

“Besides,” Jan replied, “we were kinda hoping to stay in tonight. If that’s okay with you?”

Gwen smiled at that. She was beginning to pick up on the vibe between them. “Yes, yes, that’s okay with me as well.” She yawned again. “Frankly, after all this excitement, I was thinking of turning in early for the night. If you ladies would like to me,” she added with a smirk, standing up and stretching, the movement exposing and emphasizing her curves, “you’re more than welcome to me.”

“Hell, yeah!” Jan replied, grinning widely.

“I was hoping you’d ask!” Tina chuckled.

Gwen merely rolled her eyes, leading them both back to the bedroom. “You know, girls,” she said, as she began casually undressing, “I’m not one to look a gift horse in the mouth. But I’d think that after everything that happened during our… ‘unscheduled vacation’, you two would be tired of having sex for a while.”

“Tired of it? Not at all,” Tina replied, stepping out of her underwear and sliding into bed to her two lovers. “If anything, what happened at that mansion made me want to be with you both all the more.” She sighed softly. “For three days, we were ed around and used like party favors for Enthrall and Empathy’s amusement, with no choice or say-so in the matter. Right now… I just want to be with who I want to be with…”

Gwen nodded, understanding in full. “Yeah, babe,” she said gently, leaning forward to kiss Tina softly, then doing the same to Janika in turn. “I feel exactly the same way.”

“Yes, Mom… okay, Mom… No, no, I promise, I’m fine.”

Erika sighed softly, rolling her eyes as she held the phone to her ear. She glanced to the side and scowled, noting the looks of amusement on Eva and Eugene’s faces as they sat nearby listening to the one-sided conversation. “Yes, yes, I know, Mom…” she said in an exasperated voice. “I promise you, I am okay. Doc Snow gave me a complete bill of health. My brain is completely cleared out and back to normal, okay?” She paused, listening, nodding. “And yes, the ones that kidnapped us are rotting in jail as we speak.”

::You know, I feel kind of bad for her,:: Eva commented silently, glancing at Gene. ::This wasn’t really her fault. These things just kind of happen… perils of the job, after all. And Tina herself did the superhero thing for a while when she was younger—she knows about what it’s like.::

::True enough,:: Eugene thought back at her. ::But yer perception changes a wee bit when yer a parent. It doesnae matter that she’s been in the exact same situation herself, or that her daughter is a fully grown adult, living on her own across the country. Her daughter was hurt, and her Momma Bear instincts kicked in, and her hackles raised. So, aye, her natural reaction is to go into overprotective parent mode.:: He shook his head. ::Dinnae faucsh… she’ll calm down once she gets it out of her system…::

“What?!?” Erika exclaimed suddenly. “No! NO! Mom, you don’t need to fly down to River City just to check on me! I told you, I’m fine!” she protested indignantly. “Besides… the airfare is ridiculous! There’s no reason to come all the way here—”

“Ye ken, lass,” Gene spoke up idly, “It wouldnae be an inconvenience at all to arrange for my private jet to pick up yer Ma and fly her down for a wee visit. If she’s nae opposed to staying in a guest room, we’ve plenty of space here for her during her stay.” Erika turned to gape at him, jaw dropped in disbelief. “That is if she wants…”

A burst of sound from the phone as Erika listened intently for several seconds. She tried several times to interject, only to fall silent, listening, her face going slightly pale all the while. Sighing, resigned, she simply nodded. “Yeah, okay, then,” she muttered softly, shoulders slumping. “I guess I’ll see you when you arrive. Okay, Mom. Love you too…” Hanging up, she turned to glare at Gene, who sat there trying and failing to look innocent. “Dude, what the hell??” she exclaimed. “Offering to bring my mom out here on your private jet? What the hell did I ever do to you? Do you really hate me that much?!?”

Eva burst out into amused laughter as Gene shook his head. “Nae, lass, it’s nae like that,” he explained. “Yer Ma is worried about you. And she obviously misses you. Trust me… this situation was not going to be cleared up with a simple phone call. The lass wants reassurance that her daughter is okay, and yer only choices in this was to endure three or four weeks of her checking up on you every day, calling you constantly to make sure yer all right, even to the point of likely hacking into my satellite surveillance system to keep track of you.” Erika winced at that. With her mom’s technical background and knowledge, and her familiarity with Gene’s systems, that was no idle threat.

“Or,” Eva chimed in, “you could skip past all of that and simply invite her over to spend some time with you and reassure her that you are doing okay. Spend three or four days with your mom, reconnecting and catching up, to spare yourself a month of harassment from her well-meaning but overprotective tendencies.”

Erika sighed. “Damn. Well, when you put it that way, I suppose I should thank you…”

Gene smirked. “Couldn’t hurt. And anyway, now that that’s settled, we should head down to the lab. I did a wee bit of tinkering while ye were gone, and I managed to upgrade the suit’s propulsion system, increasing its proficiency by another twelve percent. What do ya say we have ye take ’er out for a test run and see how the new specifications measure up?”

A smile finally broke out on her face. “Okay, now you’re speaking my language!” Erika replied enthusiastically. “C’mon, old man. Race you down to the lab!”

Sabrina glanced up at the knock on her door. “Come in,” she called out, glancing up from her spot on the bed. “Oh, Ana,” she replied as the blonde entered. “Hi. Did you need me for something?”

“Oh, no, not at all, dear,” she replied back gently. “I just thought I would check in on you and see how you’re doing.” She glanced around. “Mind if I sit down?”

Sabrina shrugged. “Sure. Help yourself.”

“Thanks,” Ana replied primly, sitting on the bed next to her. “Forgive me for prying, but I couldn’t help but notice you didn’t eat very much at dinner tonight. Is… something bothering you? Something on your mind?”

“No, no,” Sabrina answered dismissively, then sighed, considering. “Well, not really. It’s nothing. Really. I’m just… I’ll get over it in a while…” She glanced up as Ana placed a hand atop her own.

“I don’t think it’s ‘nothing’, sweetie, if it’s important enough that you’re second-guessing yourself.” Ana sighed softly. “I’m guessing that you’re still troubled by how being captured and enslaved by Lady Enthralla and Empathy affected you?”

“Yes,” Sabrina grunted, hanging her head. “I know, I know, it’s stupid. They ambushed me, they double-teamed me, and I had no chance against their combined efforts. Anyone would have succumbed under those conditions, and I shouldn’t feel humiliated that I was beaten by them. And I don’t feel bad about losing. I mean, it happens to everyone once in a while, right?” She shook her head. “What bothers me is that I gave in so easily. I just felt like… I should have fought harder, should have resisted them longer.” She sighed again. “It should have taken more effort for them to break me…”

Ana nodded slowly, considering her words. “I get your concerns,” she said after a while. You already said it yourself. You KNOW that it’s not true… that you were up against something you’d never faced before, and that there was no way you could have prepared for this. You know that feeling inadequate, like this doesn’t make any sense. But you can’t do anything about it, because what you know doesn’t change what you feel.” She gave her a soft smile. “Believe me, as an empath, I get that better than anyone. So… it seems to me that what you need to do to regain your confidence,” she said, standing up from the bed, “is to reassert your dominance with someone.”

Sabrina blinked, staring up in shock at the beautiful blonde staring down at her. “Wait… what? What do you mean by that?”

Ana sighed deeply, taking a deep breath before staring the younger woman directly in the eyes. “Take me. As a slave,” she said, managing to keep her voice from trembling. “Dominate me. Use your powers, and your strength, to make me serve you, please you, exactly how you want.” She smiled. “I don’t mind. And doing so will help you to regain your confidence. You’re a naturally dominant woman, Sabrina,” she reminded her, “and one of the worst things a Dominant can experience is to be dominated themselves, forced to submit against their will. You can either let the experience shatter you, or you can learn from it, use it, and let it make you stronger.”

Sabrina nodded, biting her lip. She knew Ana was right. And her suggestion… made perfect sense. More than anything, the whole experience before had made her feel helpless, completely out of control, dancing to someone else’s tune. And even after it was all over and done with, her frustration over what had happened hadn’t faded. Maybe she’s right, she thought dimly, swallowing with a suddenly dry throat. Maybe this is what I need right now? And Ana… she is offering. She’s beautiful… just as beautiful as her sister. And I sure as hell wouldn’t mind fucking that body of hers. She sighed inwardly. But… she’s Mom’s girlfriend. Is this really all right? Can I do that to her, even if she’s offering?

Ana’s smile twisted slightly, and she placed a hand on Sabrina’s shoulder. “Feeling conflicted?” she asked, causing the younger redhead to glance at her sharply. “Empath, ?” Ana said with a laugh, tapping her left temple. “I can feel your indecision. So let me spell it out for you clearly.” She sighed again, strengthening her resolve. “I am absolutely okay with us doing this. And your mom is okay with it as well.” Sabrina blinked, her jaw dropping. “What? Did you think she would object?” Ana asked, teasing. “Morgan and I both love you dearly. And though she is your mother first and your slave second, there was a time not so long ago when that was reversed… when she herself would have been in here, kneeling before you, begging you to have your way with her.” Sabrina glanced away, blushing deeply at the reminder, but Ana gently grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at her again.

“The bottom line, sweetie, is that we both want this,” she told her sincerely. “I want to do this for you. I want to BE this for you… to serve you, to please you, to give you what you need. And your Mom wants me to be able to do this for you in her place.” She smiled again, caressing Sabrina’s face. “You know what you want, Sabrina. I can feel it inside you. You’re holding back for my sake, for your mom’s sake, and out of fear that letting go and taking what you want will ruin all of our relationships with each other. But it’s okay,” she reassured her. “Just trust yourself… and do what comes naturally,” she said with a smirk. “Just do what you want.”

Just do what I want, huh? Sabrina mused to herself silently. Looking into Ana’s expectant face, she nodded to herself, making up her mind. “All right,” she said simply, giving the sexy older woman a confident smile. “In that case,” she said, tapping into her power, focusing her energy, and targeting Ana, “I want you to kneel before me now… slave!”

Ana blinked, gasping as a sudden flash of unknown energy swept through her. Her eyes fluttered, and her mind spun, her thoughts scattering like mist in the wind, as a deep arousal began to well up in the pit of her stomach. Her awareness dimmed… then returned, as the girl’s words echoed in her mind… telling her to kneel… calling her a slave. The compulsion struck her hard, and she gasped again as her knees hit the carpet, and she stared up in awe at Sabrina. A word sat on the tip of her tongue, one that she had always wanted to speak, but now, in this time and place, staring up at her this way, it felt perfect to say.

“Mistress,” Ana breathed, her tone reverent. Sabrina smiled.

“Slave,” she said, gesturing with her hand. “You’re entirely too well-dressed for a slave in my service. Strip. Now!” she commanded, still smirking. Immediately, the blonde rose back to her feet, shrugging out of her clothes, tossing aside her blouse, peeling off her slacks, and shimmying out of her bra and panties to stand before her Mistress completely nude. Despite herself, Sabrina couldn’t help but gape at her openly for a long moment, staring at the pale-skinned beauty’s sexy form. In her mind, her perfect memory, she couldn’t help but compare Ana to her sister, mentally tracing every curve, every sweep and line, every single inch of succulent, kissable, suckable flesh. The two were indeed identical, aside from their differently cut hair, with only a few extremely minor differences, a scratch or scar here or there that the other twin didn’t have. It was amazing and truly stunning, and it was only when she noticed a strange wetness on her blouse that Sabrina realized she was drooling. Wiping her chin, she shook off her momentary trance.

“Nice. Very nice. Now, my sexy beauty,” Sabrina purred, “let’s see how delicate you can be. Undress your Mistress,” she commanded, standing up from the bed as well. As Ana reached for her, however, Sabrina held out a hand, shaking a finger at her chidingly. “Uh, uh, uh! Without using your hands,” she added wickedly.

Ana blinked, then nodded solemnly. “As you wish, Mistress,” she said humbly, placing her hands behind her back, walking forward, she kissed Sabrina gently on the lips, then leaned forward, deftly using her mouth and tongue to unbutton her shirt. Then, properly opened, she gripped the cloth with her teeth and pulled, gently but firmly, dragging it from her shoulders and around her back before discarding it to the floor. Sabrina sighed, eyes closed, simply enjoying the sensation of feeling Ana’s mouth covering her body as she disrobed her. Removing her clothes without hands was a tricky and monumental task, but she managed it easily, no doubt cheating a bit with her telekinesis to make things easier. Nevertheless, minutes later, Ana drew back, releasing her Mistress’s bra and panties to the floor, panting slightly from the effort, but pleased to have completed her task.

“Expertly done, slave,” Sabrina replied, panting as well, deeply aroused by the experience. “Now, I want you to pay me tribute. Worship your Mistress like a good girl, starting at my feet. Kiss and suck on my toes. Do a good job, and I’ll let you continue upwards,” she said with a smirk. Immediately, Ana knelt again, smiling grandly, and began kissing and licking Sabrina’s bare feet, sucking deeply on her tender toes, humming softly in pleasure. After several very enjoyable minutes, she reluctantly pulled away.

“Okay, Slave,” she husked, staring down at the girl hungrily. “This is about what I want. And right now… I want to taste you. Get on the bed, now!” she growled. Eyes wide, Ana obeyed once again, climbing onto the bed as directed and spreading her legs wide. Sabrina climbed up along with her, crawling up her body, and burying her face in her pussy. Ana’s moan was loud, reverberating in the otherwise silent room, the sound of which made Sabrina’s arousal spike as well. Finding the blonde’s clit ready and exposed, she got to work, bringing her lover to an intense and satisfying climax. Licking her lips, enjoying the taste of her, Sabrina smirked, twisting around on the bed to place her own very needy pussy over Ana’s face.

“Now, slave,” she said, a deep sense of rightness filling her. “Let’s see if you can give as well as you get. Show me what you’ve got!”

And indeed, her submissive love slave did so. The rest of the night was spent with the two of them fucking with ion, vigor, and love. Sabrina knew she had some issues to deal with. Things between her and Ana had certainly changed. Come morning, they would definitely have to have a serious conversation about this. But for now, for tonight, there was only the pleasure of the moment, the joy of dominance and submission, and the closeness and intimacy between her and her beloved. And for now… that was enough.