The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“Now tell me what you’re going to do next.”

“Gonna go and get help for myself. To stop drinking.”

“Good boy. And what will happen if you ever try and pull something like this again?”

“Gonna...stop, then go home and think about why rape and muggin’ is wrong.”

“Good boy.”

Anna Quinn, the superheroine formerly known as the Empress sent the intoxicated thug on his way, stumbling out of the alley and back to his home to sleep off the worst hangover of his life. Hopefully this would mark a turning point for the man, but that was up to him. She turned her attention back to the alley’s other occupant, a young woman standing silently at attention with a vacant look and parted lips, running mascara at odds with her placid face.

“And what are you going to do next?”

“Go home...sleep…”

“Good girl. And in the morning, what will you remember about tonight?”

“Went drinking with friends...went home alone...saw a scary man…” Her face tensed up a little, “...but he didn’t do anything. But made me scared...so need to be more careful in the city…”

“Good girl.” Anna focused for a second, spreading her consciousness outward with a brief sonar-like pulse to take stock of the nearby minds in the area. As she picked out the safest route, she cleaned up the woman’s face a little with a fresh hand wipe, “Now go left at the alley and you’ll reach the subway. Get out of her and go take it.”

The girl stumbled out of the alley, leaving Anna alone. She let out a well-earned sigh. This kind of crimefighting wasn’t at all very flashy, but it was less traumatic for the victims and until the politicians did something about reforming the prisons, she didn’t want to send anyone else behind bars if it could be avoided. Ten minutes of light brainwashing to make sure that both walked away in better condition was worth the effort.

Not that all the other superheroes saw it her way. In their view, invading someone’s mind and tinkering with everything was even worse than anything that man might have been planning to do, that the ends did not justify the means. There were some things she’d been allowed to do—make people freeze, drop their guns, go to sleep—but that kind of direct control was ten times harder than the “wrong” way of doing things. Making someone scared to move, feel that their gun was hot, that they were sleepy…or even that they just wanted to surrender and be a good person from that point on. But no, that somehow made her the same as the villains. And she didn’t even want to think about how insensitive they were to blame her for reading their minds, as if it was something she could just turn off and on like a lightswitch.

Ridiculous.

The whole situation made her nostrils flare just thinking about it as she began to head back towards her apartment, feet a bit sore from the long patrol. If they didn’t want her as a superheroine, that was fine. The Empress would stay out of the limelight. But that didn’t mean that Anna Quinn was going to stop helping people.

If there was one advantage to doing these patrols, it was that she could go out in her civilian clothing. Her old costume had been horrible. Purple to go along with her “royal” theme, and with a latex-like material that clung even tighter than a second skin. She’d been told it was bulletproof at least, but if that was the case, she didn’t think it needed to show off quite so much skin.

No, this was definitely the way to go. An old, comfortable pair of sneakers, snug but not uncomfortable jeans, and a roomy turtleneck sweater. She still looked good. Every Gifted person tended to either look like models and celebrities, or wildly exotic with leafy green hair or scales, or downright monstrous with bodies of stone or shapes more animal than man. She was one of the normal looking ones, and she stuck to a workout and diet that made her look exceptionally nice. She looked ten years younger than her actual thirty-one years of age, and even with the glasses and simple blonde ponytail, the soft but striking lines of her face and her piercing eyes gave her an intimidating aura to even those who didn’t know who she was.

She took out her phone and checked the city’s online paper for the Heroes and Crimes section. She’d been doing this for a while now, and she felt it was past time someone noticed that crime in a two mile radius was at an all-time low. But no, nothing. Just stories of how Paragon had saved the city from aliens again and then a dozen articles on the newest outfits and wardrobe malfunctions.

Typical.

On her way back, she noticed something new. Where before there had been a greasy fast food place, there was now Capes and Crepes. The first thing she noticed was the bright pink curtains that had been hung up to frame the large windows. But the second thing she noticed was the absolutely hilarious drawings of Amazon and Steel Sentinel on the posters. They were highly stylized in the japanese manga/anime way, but rather than the full-plate and robot suits, each was wearing an adorable if highly inappropriate maid uniform.

Curiously, they’d gotten Steel Sentinel’s—Mandy’s—electric blue hair down correctly in the picture. The last time she’d checked, she was sure that most people weren’t even sure the Sentinel was a female, let alone what color her hair was. She must have had the helmet damaged in a battle.

Anna’s stomach grumbled. She wasn’t sure what kind of cafe was open at two in the morning, but there was a sweet smell coming from the crack in the doors. And a cream filled crepe sounded amazing right now, the establishment’s taste in decor notwithstanding.

Her mind made up, she pulled the door open, a tinkling bell going off overhead, then the click of high heels as a young woman tottered over. A young woman not just in ridiculous knee-high platform heels, but in the same scandalous style of maid uniform from the posters outside. It was pink, with puffy shoulders and a low neckline, a supportive top pushing her modest chest up. Her entire skinny belly was naked, and the skirt rode so low on her hips that it seemed ready to fall off at any moment, so low that it was more than clear that she kept her most private parts hairless. As low as the skirt was, if she even bent over Anna would get an eyeful. She was pretty, with pale skin and mix of asian and caucasian features. She must have been wearing colored contacts to color her eyes the same cotton candy pink as her hair, done up as it was in fat pigtails.

“Good evening, Mistress! How may I serve you?”

Oh. This is the kind of place that’s open past two.

“I’m guessing this place doesn’t serve normal food, does it?” Anna was tempted to simply walk out the door without another word, but as bizarre as the sight in front of her was, being a mindreader had made her sensitive to even perceived rudeness.

The waitress (maid?) giggled with a look that showed that she’d heard that one before, “Don’t be silly! We have all kinds of things here. There are crepes, waffles, omelets, cakes...just all kinds of yummy things!”

She pursed her lips. She knew the woman wasn’t lying—her passive telepathy meant she knew at least that much, if not more, whether she wanted to or not—but the whole thing was a bit surreal. And she was hungry, “Okay, I’m game then.”

She let the maid escort her over to a booth, then was left alone with the menu. She very nearly snorted when she saw the names of the items. Everything was named after a different superheroine or villainess. Amazon’s Chocolate Pancakes, Sentinel’s Silver Sundae, the Kismet Candy Bouquet. The menu was decorated with more of those stylized drawings like from the posters, helpfully labeled. She noticed that the maid who had welcomed was there too. Miss Strawberry. According to the tiny little biography next to her picture, she was a young new villain just getting started, mixing in nonviolent environmental terrorism with petty heists.

And she was for sale! Two hundred dollars an hour, with a half dozen additional options. Fellatio, S/M, Roleplay, Penetration...the whole thing was making her blush.

She looked at the others, and they were all for sale too. Of course. She’d had a feeling when she’d come in here just what kind of place this was. But how could they put the cost of a blowjob right next to the waffles?!

As she was looking at the menu, there was a slight cough meant to get her attention, “Excuse me, Mistress, are you ready to order?”

She looked up from the menu and saw a familiar face. Amazon. Not a cosplayer pretending to be Amazon. Amazon. She had the same towering height (made moreso by the platform heels), the same hard body with the powerful muscles, the same dark skin contrasting sharply with her shock white hair, the same unreasonably large bust that was now threatening to spill out of that woefully insufficient top, and her mind had the same unique ‘sound’ to it. Even so, it was impossible to believe.

Amazon did NOT wear skirts. She did not wear heels. She claimed to have been a virgin for all of three hundred years of her life. Nothing about this made sense. Except that in this city, it made perfect sense. Some people thought that Gifted people being so likely to be perverted deviants was a side-effect of their powers, but she’d read enough minds to know that it was more a matter of people in general all being perverted deviants on the inside. And it looked like there was one such villainous Gifted somewhere nearby.

“Is that...you’re Amazon, aren’t you? It’s me. The Empress.” She lowered her voice, eyes and mind scanning for anything sinister within a mile radius.

“The one and only!” Amazon did not say anything near that bubbly, “Oh! I didn’t even recognize you out of the costume. The Owner is going to be so excited! He had your uniform done up ages and ages ago, but then you went and quit and he thought he’d never find you!

“Owner...right...Amazon. Focus. Doesn’t it seem a bit strange that you’re working in a place like this? Serving food, dressing all…” Slutty wasn’t quite the right word for it, “...girly, and doing the...these things?” She pointed at the depraved menu with blushing cheeks.

“It was at first, but the Owner was really patient teaching me the basics, and it’s a lot of fun! It’s just ten hours a week but the tips are awesome, plus I get to wear this adorable outfit!” The powerful superheroine gave a giggle that sounded a lot like the Strawberry maid’s. Wait, was she the real deal too? Was everyone on this menu an actual hero or villain?

“Right...wait. What do you mean he’s got a uniform for me?” The idea that she seemed to have dodged a bullet with her retirement sent a chill through her.

“To work here, silly! You’re gonna love it. The tips are awesome, and you get to wear these adorable outfits…” She tilted her head, “Oh! But you knew that already, cause I just said it! But you ALSO get to have lots of yummy sex with the Masters and Mistresses that come in, and if you’re a real good girl, the Owner might even play with you!”

“Wow, that does sound awesome.” Hopefully she was so brainwashed she couldn’t pick up on dripping sarcasm, “Amazon, sweetie, do you mind if I get a picture, for later?” She took out her cellphone. She was going to save her, but she wanted something to rub into her face later.

“Sure! Just make it cuuuute!” Amazon grinned brightly as she smoothly went into a rehearsed pose, forming a heart-shape with her hands, “Cheeese~!”

Hello new phone wallpaper, “Thanks, sweetie. Now, is the...is the Owner here right now? I’d like to have a word with him.”

She pointed to a rather inconspicuous door behind the counter, “He’s in the back with the new girl. Do you want to meet him before or after you eat?”

Her stomach was still grumbling, and the crepes did sound sinfully tempting...but she really shouldn’t. The food might be how he was luring in heroines. Even if it wasn’t she didn’t have time to waste, assuming she wanted to keep the element of surprise. And nine hundred calories? That was insane.

After though. When she’d earned it, “One...two strawberry crepes please. And take your time; I’ll be saying hello to the Owner first.”

“Two of Miss Strawberry’s Strawberry Crepes, coming riiiight up!” She gave a bright smile entirely at odds with the battle lust Anna was familiar with, twirled 540 degrees, then tottered off on those heels to relay the order. Without the tiny apron, those red panties were peaking out of the of her skirt from the back view. Click. One more picture.

Putting her phone away, Anna decided it was time to get down to business. She could feel the two minds past the door, and it seemed like both were...distracted...in an intimate way. So her best plan was to rush in, mind blast him as soon as she had a line of sight, then break his will to get him to release the others. Whoever this was, they might have had an easy time being sneaky, but it was just their bad luck that Anna had skipped dinner before the patrol.

She put her hand on the doorknob, took in a deep breath, slowly exhaled...then opened the door and rushed in.

The office was cramped, small, and simple. Filing cabinet, desk, more of those gaudy posters hanging up along the wall. In the corner, there was a pillow with Sentinel’s design plastered on it. The Owner was sitting there, hands folded, head rolled back as he took in the pleasure dealt in noisy slurps from under the desk, but it didn’t take long for him to notice her, his eyes going a bit wide. Even so, he didn’t get up from the desk, and whoever was down there didn’t stop.

“Who are you?” He seemed a bit surprised, but more bemused than terrified.

Meaning he didn’t realize she was the Empress, “I’m the Empress, you pig!” And she launched her most powerful mindbolt towards him, manifesting with so much psychic energy that even normal people could see the bolt of purple fire flying towards him, powerful enough to knock him into a coma, powerful enough for ten men!

And it fizzled. Halfway across the cramped office, the bolt of energy, her trump card, evaporated, much to her shock.

“Wow. You’re a lot shorter than I thought. But I guess that’s because you’re normally wearing those heels, right?” He hadn’t flinched, hadn’t stopped the girl, and by the way he sucked the breath in through his teeth, he was enjoying it just as much even with her in the room.

“”What...how...what did you?” Her fight or flight instincts were kicking in bigtime. She’d battled other psychics before; it was one of the more common Gifts. There were techniques for redirecting an attack with a smaller one, or putting up a shield to resist it headon, or even melding one’s aura to let it phase through harmlessly. But she’d never seen her attack fizzle. It shouldn’t be possible!

“Stopped you from making a big mistake, that’s what. I’m the Owner. Nnf...I’m a supervillain, baby.” He reached down, under the table, eliciting a squeak, then his body jerked, spasmed, “And...nnn...only thing that can beat a villain is a superhero.” He leaned back into his chair, head rolled back so that he was looking at the ceiling with a dumb smile on his face, “And you look like a soccer mom, not a superhero.”

Well, he didn’t look much like a supervillain! He was fat, ugly. Beady eyes behind thick glasses, an unshaven and patchy beard on his oily skin, and he had thick, almost swollen lips. He was dressed in a t-shirt, black and roomy even on his wide body, with Amazon’s new look on front, taken from a slightly overhead view to make sure that her bust took up most of the picture.

“...well, you don’t look like much of a villain!” Was she really going to follow his line of reasoning? She should get the hell out of here. If he could do that to her best attack and had someone like Amazon under his thumb, she was in trouble. But then, she wasn’t sure she’d make it out the door even if she did run, “How did you stop that attack?”

If there was one thing she could always count on, it was that villains loved the sound of their voice, loved explaining how powerful and clever they were, “It’s my Gift. I set the rules for this building, and everyone has to follow them. And rule number one is that I’m invincible, and the only way to defeat me is in a totally awesome superhero battle.”

A Meta-Gift. A Gift that operated on concepts, not physics. That sent a real chill down her spine. If what he said was true, then his was an S-class Gift, the absolute kind that couldn’t be taken head on, only circumvented. Which meant she was in hot water. And would explain why he was still smiling and relaxing, slouching in his chair as whatever girl underneath was cleaning him up with her tongue, possibly getting him ready for the next round. She needed a plan if she was going to escape, let alone beat him. She had to think fast, had to...to…

“Well what are you waiting for? Hurry up and go get changed, then we can have our battle!” He made a shooing gesture at her, and she somewhat sheepishly let herself out of the room. Changed...that’s right. He’d said that the only way to defeat him was in a ‘ totally awesome superhero battle’. And she couldn’t do that in jeans and a sweater.

Did that mean...she could leave? Go home, on the pretense of retrieving her costume? Then come back with a wrecking ball. If his powers extended only within the building, then the obvious answer was to destroy the building.

“Welcome back!”

“That was quick. Did you finish talking to the Owner already?” Amazon and Strawberry were both looking at her expectantly, leaning forward with their bottoms sticking out in exaggerated poses.

“Uh...not quite. Apparently I need to change into a proper costume if I’m to fight him. So...I’ll just step out real quick and be right back.” She said as she began to casually, casually, not panicking at all, walk towards the exit.

“But then your crepe will get soggy…” Amazon sounded heartbroken over the very idea.

“Oh, that’s okay, I’m not really that hungry anyways, and…” And the door was just within arm’s reach…

“Hold on, you’re the new girl, Empress, right? We have a costume you can use in the changing room.” Strawberry helpfully chimed in.

Right...a costume. Like the ridiculous outfits those two were wearing. Her old skintight costume was bad enough. Besides, she wasn’t even planning on wearing a costume ever again. No, she’d pass the situation along up the food chain and have it dealt with on its own. There was just no way she was going to—

—to waste time heading home. He was a supervillain, and she couldn’t bear the thought of her allies suffering even a minute longer than absolutely necessary. No, she wasn’t going to run away. She was a superhero! She’d fight! Even if it meant squeezing into some ridiculous outfit…

“Okay, fine, let me see it.”

“Yay!!!” The two were in perfect stereo with each other. Weird.

They led her upstairs towards the changing room. Thinking back, there was about five stories to the building, so she wondered what else he had going on inside his ‘Domain’. She really only had his word so far on how his powers work, and even then he hadn’t explained much.

The room was simple. Soft blue carpet, benches running through the middle, and lockers lining the walls. Lots of lockers. Sixteen on either side, thirty-two total. How many were being used? Just who did he plan on having them used by? And out of all the big names in the city, she was on his list?

...okay, that was a little flattering. In a very, very, very creepy way.

She took another look at the lockers, saw that they were labeled. Strawberry, Sentinel, Amazon, Silver Lady, Ninja Guardian, Mayor, Police Chief...the first few she could understand, but he not even care about the identities of Mayor Martinez and the Chief of Police Murphy. Did he just dress them up in ridiculous—

She opened the lockers to see an absolute mockery of a police uniform with fuzzy handcuffs and...a dog costume? Paws, ears, gloves and some weird looking boots. And a tail with an odd shape on the end…

Of course he did.

Slightly dreading it now, she opened up the locker marked Empress, then started to work her way into the maid uniform.

She started with the panties. Pure white and in the low-leg style, they were way too low, the waistline only rose up a little more than an inch past her most delicate parts and not even halfway up her round bottom, leaving the rest of it completely naked, while there was just a string to cover the lower half. The material was thin and clingy, and anyone who had a decent look would be able to tell just how hairless she kept herself and anyone who got a good look would see even more.

The skirt was hardly any better. From the waistline to the hem, it had less than a hand’s span of purple and black plaid material. It was loose, riding nearly as low as the panties, and felt like they could fall off at any moment. It took her just a bit to figure out that there was a small thread at the back and front that she could hook into a button on the apron, which fastened just under her navel. So while the apron covered up her front at least a little, she’d give everyone an eyeful if she turned around.

Next was the top. At first she was relieved that the simple design would be a bit more modest than what Amazon and Strawberry had on, a purple sweater cutoff sweater with long sleeves and a turtleneck not too unlike the one she’d come in with, but with a big black ribbon in the front. And it would have been mostly modest, if she were a ten year old boy. But once she pulled it over her head and down as far as it would go, she realized the problem.

On Strawberry, it would have just covered her breasts. On Amazon, they would have been completely exposed. On Anna...she was caught in the middle, the fabric barely hiding her nipples with her arms down, then showing off everything if she raised them up.

Gritting her teeth, she kept going. Cute, normal purple and black thigh-high socks. A maid bonnet on top her head. A frilly choker. Fingerless gloves. It looked like ridiculous cosplay wear, but the materials were top notch. She wondered if the Owner had a Gifted seamstress as well…

Soon enough, she came to the last time. The shoes. She knew first hand just how much of a difference a pair of shoes could make in a man’s mind. Oh, they wouldn’t give the shoes themselves a second look. But platform heels that high would make her ass stick out, force her to either lean forward to arch her back, and she’d be taking only small, mincing steps if she didn’t want to fall flat on her face. Most men didn’t pay any attention to heels, but they would notice and definitely leer at a woman in high heels.

She slipped on the shiny black knee-high shoes, then took a few practice steps. At least they fit nicely. The whole outfit was tailored to her exact sizes, really. Creepy…

Focus! The sooner she could beat this Owner, the sooner she could rescue the heroes (and the villains) and the sooner she could get out of here. All that was left to do was to go down and face him. Now that she was properly in costume, her powers should be working.

She made her way down the stairs, holding onto a rail for balance, then strode through the cafe towards the Owner’s door. Amazon and Strawberry were both watching with excitement.

“You go, girlfriend!” Empress and Amazon had never once been friends even when they worked together, but even that wasn’t nearly as off-putting as her using ‘girlfriend’.

“Have fun!” The way Strawberry said that was patronizing enough that Anna was tempted to give her a mind zap. But no. That would be wrong. She was a victim in all of this too.

She’d do it after she rescued her and before she sent her off to jail.

Just as she made it to the door, it opened up to let out a girl out. She was dressed in green and around Strawberry’s age, her maid outfit having a cute hood that was pulled back. Her makeup was an absolute mess, the running mascara reminding Anna of the girl she’d saved just a little while ago. The Druid, she recognized from the menu. She could control plants, or something...? So that’s who had been under the table.

“He’s all ready for you. Good luck!” She smiled as she got out of her way to join the others.

“...thanks.” She shook her head. Focus. Don’t get distracted.

She mentally prepared herself for anything, then headed into the office. She’d half expected the door to open to some kind of hell dimension, or for their to be an army of goons waiting to charge her, or for the walls and ceiling to open up with mechanical traps. Instead, it was just the same as before, with him still sitting behind the desk, though now he was slouched back and had his eyes focused on the computer monitor on the desk, hand clicking around with a mouse.

“Ahem!” She said as she came closer.

He looked away from the screen, noticed her for the first time, “Oh! Right. Super battle.” For a second he looked torn between whatever was on the screen and her, then decided that she was barely more urgent, “One sec. Just need to get into costume too.”

He pulled open a drawer, then put on a black mask with a demonic design that fitted over the top half of his head, “There we go.” He finally got up from his desk and moved to face her.

He looked bigger on his feet. Less round. Even with the ridiculous heels she was wearing, he had a few inches on her. It just didn’t help that he was wearing that tasteless shirt and the smelly sweatpants, “So you’ve come, Empress! But it’s too late! I’ve already won! Your friends and enemies are all a part of my harem, and soon, you’re going to join them!”

It was only a slight relief when his surfaced thoughts revealed that he was hamming it up for some invisible audience—oh, cameras, great—because she realized that it wasn’t too far from the truth.

“I don’t think so.” Cliche, “You’re not going to get away with this.” Cliche, “And even if you do capture me, there are others in the city who will stop...you…” Damn it...why did she always end up saying such embarrassing things with a straight face?

“Oh, you’ll change your tune soon enough. Now listen! Here’s how this goes down. First one to submit loses. The winner can do whatever he—or she—wants with the loser. In your case, you’ll join the staff. If you win though, everyone can go free, I’ll go to jail, whatever.” He didn’t seem too worried about it.

Submit. He must have some trick to that, if he’d beaten all the other girls on the menu like that, “And just how do you expect to get me to do that?”

That got a big, lusty grin from him, “By promising you a big, juicy reward if you do.”

Mind control then. That sort of thing might work on most heroines, but her Gift was strong. As open as the minds of everyone else was, she could see even more clearly into her own. Any foreign thoughts stood out like a flashing neon sign, and it took only the slightest effort to dispel them. In short, it was impossible to control her mind.

“You’re on.” Rather than wait for him to make the first move, she lunged at him. Let’s see how smug he was with a bleeding nose, missing some teeth, and a few concussions!

“Wait wait wait!” He held up his hands defensively just before she made contact, “I go first, since I’m the home team.”

“Mmm…” He was right. She was the challenger, so she had to wait for him to make the first move.

“That’s better. Now take this...Demon’s Iron Grip...of Sin!” He took two steps towards her, then grabbed at her breasts, pushing the sweater material out of the way to make pure skin on skin contact. He squeezed hard, the pain enough to make her weak in the knees, but she clenched her fists together and focused on staying upright. She wasn’t going to fall from just one attack! On and on it went, squeezing and pinching. His fingers had an amazing touch, her breathing getting ragged even as the pain made her eyes water. After a little more than a minute, he finally stopped, just as she let out a high-pitched gasp of pleasure.

“Looks like you enjoyed that, you slut. Sure you don’t want to give up now?” Why was he so cocky? Just because his first attack had been a tiny bit effective?

She pulled her top back down, trying to cover up her tender breasts as best she could, “Sh-shut up. I’ll never give up. And now it’s my turn!”

She wound her arm back, then took a hard swing aimed right at his nose!

“Stooop!” She stopped, “This is an epic battle between heroes. You’ve got to call out your attacks first.”

“Urgh…” That did make sense. She grit her teeth, angry at herself for making such a simple mistake, “Fine. Super...Fist...of Justice…” She started to swing again, but again he stopped her.

“Nope. Too late now. You have to skip your turn as a penalty.” Oooo...that smug grin was the absolute worst!

“What? Oh come on. Please? You already got to go!” Anna stamped her foot on the ground. This was so unfair!

“Rules are Rules. Now, since it’s my turn again...Devil’s Kiss of Subjugation!” Licking his lips, he came close to her, hugged her body against his, and kissed her on the mouth. He had a slimy tongue that didn’t stay still as it forced itself into her mouth, tasting every inch while it forced its slightly sour taste on her. He kept his hand on the back of her head so that she couldn’t pull away, and his other hand was exploring her backside, taking a painful grip on her nearly fully exposed bottom.

Softened up as she was by his first attack, she wasn’t ready for this. She could feel herself getting lightheaded from the intensity of the kiss, feel herself start to fall in love with him, want to serve him, but she fought against all these feelings, resisted. She knew what was artificial and what was fake, and that meant that this kind of trick wasn’t going to work on her!

By the time he broke the kiss off, her ragged breathing had become hungry gasps for breath, Anna stumbling backwards as she tried to catch her breath, regain her composure, “...not fair...you’re cheating...somehow…”

She couldn’t figure out what he was doing, but she couldn’t admit she was losing. She was a superheroine. They weren’t supposed to lose!

“I assure you, milady, that I am abiding by all the Rules. Now are you going to make your move, or are you ready for the next one?”

“Of course I’m ready.” She’d been waiting for this. If his attacks could last so long, then hers could to, “Get ready for this! Hero’s Flurry...of Pain and Justice!” Also known as, Beat the Hell Out of That Smug Jerk!

This time, she did make contact, but her hand pulled back just as it made contact like his face was made out of lava. Wait, why had she done that? “Ooo...big mistake. You should know better. Violent moves aren’t allowed in this battle. We don’t want anyone getting seriously hurt, do we?”

“...No.”

“What was that?”

“No...we don’t. Fine. It was my mistake, alright?” Why did she keep making all these simple mistakes? This was serious! If she messed up now, there wouldn’t be anyway to save the others...or herself. Not that that would be so super terrible. He must have had a lot of practice kissing, because he was amazing at it, and she wouldn’t mind too badly if he used that kind of attack again.

Nope, bad thought. Bad thought. She shut her eyes tight and dispelled that entire notion out of her head. At least her powers were still working in that capacity. As long as he didn’t get a way past that, there wasn’t a chance the creep would win.

“Good girl. But since you’ve been breaking so many rules, that gives me the perfect chance for my Demon’s Enslaving Spanking of Submission attack.” He said as he started to roll his armless leather chair out from behind the desk. He took a seat, then patted his thigh, “Now come here and take it.”

“What? No! I’m not going to just lay across your lap and let you spank me like a petulant little brat. We’re fighting!”

“Yes, we are. And it’s my attack. And just for that backtalk, it’s now the Demon’s Enslaving Spanking of Submission and Obedience.”

“But…!”

“Do you want to make it worse?”

“No…”

“Then what would a good girl do?”

She balled up her fists. This was so unfair! But he was right; it was his turn. She’d get her chance…

The Empress reluctantly laid herself across his lap, gravity making her breasts swing free of the concealment of her top while her useless skirt and panties were pulled down just the few inches need to completely expose her ass. She noticed the lens of the camera built into the wall, just above the floor molding, and she blushed even harder as she realized that not just was her chest on full display, but that there must be other cameras like that, each recording her impending punishment from a different angle.

He took his time, feeling her up with one hand while his other was possessively buried in her hair, at times pushing down to make her watch her breasts sway up pulling back to hold her taut.

She wished he’d just get it over with!

“Here we go…” The first slap made her immediately regret that wish. It rang out in the room, followed immediately by her wailing.

“Owwww ow owww! That was too hard! You said no violence!” He hadn’t even held back a little bit!

“This isn’t violence.” Slap! “This is discipline.” Slap! “You’ve been a naughty girl.” Slap! “Breaking all kinds of rules.” Slap! “And you need to be punished.” Slap! Each one alternating the cheek being struck, tenderizing her skin so that she was sure it was already a burning pink and getting darker.

She could help herself. Her protests and shouts became moans and whimpers. She tried to get off of his lap, but that just made him hold her wrist tightly against the small of her back to keep her in place.

It only took a few minutes before she broke, “I’m sorry! I’m sorry I was naughty or whatever! So stop!”

He kept going. There was a sadistic delight in the act, and she could feel his arousal in a hard bulge her stomach.

“Please! I’m sorry! I’ll be good, I’ll be a good girl! Please, you don’t need to punish me!” She knew the thoughts in her head were artificial, she could push them out just like any other manipulation, but each time she did the next slap brought everything back even stronger than before. Fiery hot pain mixed in with shame, the capital T version of Truth being nailed into her brain each time that she was naughty, that she needed to be punished, that she should submit to him.

She cried and wailed and blubbered, till at last he began to slow down.

“Please...I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’ll be good! Just stooop! I c-can’t take it, I can’t…” She jerked in his lap as she felt his hand squeeze down on her bottom.

“Okay...hand’s starting to sting a little, arm’s getting tired. Hoo...do you submit yet?”

It was...over? She’d done it! She took the chance to roll off his lap and away from him, too emotionally exhausted to get back to her feet just yet, “Hah...hah…” If the kiss had been breathtaking, this was draining. She just wanted to quit, to give up. Submit. Just make it end. She was terrified of what he might do next.

“Never…! Just you wait…” She had to win this time. This next attack had to finish it. No more mistakes. No violence, and she’d properly call her attack out. She’d...wait...wait a minute.

“You cheated! You never called your attack out when you were spanking me!” Her eyes lit up in revelation and delight. She’d finally caught him with his own net.

“Hm? Oh yeah. Guess so. No big deal though.” He chuckled. He didn’t look stunned. He wasn’t even sheepish. He just broken the Rules and didn’t care at all!

“But that’s not fair! I had to skip my turn when I broke the Rules!”

“Yeah, and I’m the one who sets the Rules. And Rule number one in my paradise is, I make the Rules.” What kind of a messed up Gift was that? There had to be more to it than that! If he could just exercise that much power, then how was she supposed to…

“Now be a good girl. Submit, then you can take care of this.” Still in his chair, he finally freed his cock from the sweatpants. Her eyes went wide. It was common knowledge that Gifted men were much more well-endowed on average than others, in the same way that Gifted women were generally much more attractive. But his was absolutely majestic.

It drew her attention, locked her eyes and made it hard to blink, impossible to look away. She had to touch it, had to taste it. She crawled forward on her hands and knees then leaned forward to take it into her mouth, lips open and tongue hanging out, stretching for just the littlest taste as he kept her at bay with a grip on her hairline.

“Ah, ah. Submit first. Then you can suck.”

“I submit! I submit! I’ll be your maid, I’ll be your sexslave, I’ll do anything you tell me, just please let me suck it, pretty please!” Her hands were on his thighs, squeezing down as she tried to get closer. She was so close. She could smell it. It was the only thing she could smell. The only thing she wanted to smell from that moment on.

“Good girl.” He let go and she fell forward into his crotch, her face pressed against the entire length of his shaft. It was hot, feverishly hot, and as she recovered enough to start licking her way towards the tip, that heat filled her head with a new urge, a need to fill it inside of her, to get fucked by it.

She took it into her mouth, ran her tongue round and round the head, then let out a groan of satisfaction, the unbearable tension and need she’d been feeling seeping out as her tongue came alive with the salty taste. So good…

He took a grip on her head with both hands and pulled her closer, forcing her to take more and more of his length into her mouth, hitting her esophagus, then pushing down into her throat. Anna gagged, coughed as she choked, but she didn’t resist, just tried to calm herself, tried to do better.

“There you go...little further.” He kept pushing, cutting off her breathing, deeper and deeper, until her nose was buried in his dirty pubic hair, the scent becoming even more overwhelming. He kept her like that for a long moment, seeming to savor his victory, before pulling out entirely.

Anna was left gasping, sucking in lungfuls of air as she tried to recover. Now she understood why the girl under the desk’s eyes had been so runny.

“Stand up.”

“Yes, Owner!” She shot up to her feet, eager to obey. She wasn’t sure how he wanted her to stand, so she kept her arms at her side, stared straight ahead.

“I’m the Owner to our valued customers. To you, I’m simply Master. Got it?”

“Yes, Master!” Master...her Master. It seemed so right and obvious.

“What is it you wanted before we battled.” While he spoke, he started to stroke his manhood. It was clear that he enjoyed hearing her say these things just as much as he enjoyed the feel of her warm mouth, maybe more.

“To save the girls you’ve brainwashed, to put you in prison.” She blushed at the shameful admission of her past ways.

“What do you want now?”

“To please you, Master! I’ll do anything you want me to!” It was true. No matter what he asked of her, she was excited just to get the chance to obey, to prove her loyalty.

“Good girl. Here. Get in my lap again.”

She obeyed gladly, straddling him, up on her knees, then slowly lowering herself on top. As sloppy as her work was before, as wet as she was now, it slid in with only a little resistance as it stretched her wide, filled her, completed her. It was heaven.

“After we finish, clean yourself up. Have one of the girl’s show you how to do your makeup, then get to work.”

“Yes, Master! Yes, Master, of course!” She held on tightly to his shoulders as she began to grind her hips, “Oh yesss!”

“You’ll have a schedule in the kitchen. Ten hours a week. Starting tomorrow, you’re on that, and I won’t tolerate you being late. Understand?”

“Yes, Master!” Just those two words were so much fun to say, a little tingle of pleasure each time she had a chance to say it, pushing her arousal up, making her move faster, with more urgency in his lap, “I promise, I’d never be late!”

“I know you won’t. And once you leave this building, you’re going to forget about everything that happened inside until the next time. All you need to remember is that it’s a nice little cafe with tasty food.” He gripped her hips, began to guide her movements, take control.

“Yes, Master! Of course, Master!” Her Master was so powerful. If he could so easily brainwash a psychic like her, then he could easily manipulate her memory. How wonderful!

His hold on her hips tightened up and he began to pull at her harder, grunting as he reached climax. She could feel him thrust all the way until he was pressed directly against her cervix, keep pushing, then burning hot cum began to fill up her womb. The heat felt wonderful, relaxing, fulfilling, perfect, but a beat later she felt herself forced to orgasm, pure pleasure exploding in her brain as a reward for her service as tool for his relief.

“Good. Now get out of here.” He got up, cleaned himself off with a dirty towel, then moved the chair back behind the desk, focusing once more on the computer, ignoring her.

Her Master had important things to do!

She heard the sound of swords clashing and explosions.

Her Master’s work was so important!

When she let herself out, she was met by the other three maids. They were all excited about her officially joining, almost as much as she was, and they were super helpful about showing her the ropes.

The Empress had a feeling she was going to like working here.

Six months later…

The Empress absolutely loved working here!

The hours were great, just two nights a week, and she made awesome tips! The outfits were absolutely adorable and thanks to the Master’s pet seamstress, she was getting to wear a whole bunch. Having sex with all the customers was so much fun too. She never realized just how many super enthusiastic fans she had, and making them feel good made her feel even better.

Best of all was the fun that the Master had with her. It wasn’t every week, but usually it was at least twice a month. She was one of his favorites! And nothing could make her happier.

Today, she was working a day shift. The shop was filled with customers, nearly all men, who were getting an eyeful of her slightly more decent uniform and that of the others. During the day, things were much tamer.

“These waffles are great.” One of a group of four young men at her table complimented her, “I think that magic spell you cast on them really did the trick. I can totally taste the love. So you deserve a tip.”

He took out a five dollar bill and obediently, she raised up her skirt to display her skimpy panties for him. Taking his time, he pushed them down the front, felt up her hairless vulva, then gave her a little pat to let her know she could lower her skirt, “You earned it.”

She beamed with genuine happiness, “Thank you, Master!” Five dollars, so generous! All these tips plus the 1% royalties she earned on the videos the Master sold online really added up. She had so much pocket money she could spend on cute things now, and when she couldn’t think of anything, the Master was always happy to help her pick things out, or even let her donate the money directly to the cafe. He was so kind...

She stepped over towards the tip jar, put the five dollars in with the rest of her earnings, then headed towards the kitchen.This was the best!

She entered the kitchen just in time to feel the whole building shake and see the wall cave in like it was hit by a wrecking ball. Shocked, she looked closer, saw a man in jeans and a black tee-shirt that hugged against him to show off his sculpted muscles, his face bare to show off his sculpted features.

Paragon. The city’s most powerful superhero, and also kind of a jerk, “Sorry about that, ma’am. I didn’t think that an overgrown chimpanzee would really hit so hard.”

“Typical. You know, chimps are already several times stronger than humans, so one Gifted with strength is going to be trouble for even you.” All brawn, no smarts.

“Haha, yeah, but just wait, I’ve got a...holy fuck! Aren’t you the Empress!” His eyes went wide as he took in the sight. Always the lecher.

“Yes, and…” And...and why the hell was she dressed like a maid? What the hell was she...memories started flooding her mind, everything coming back to her. With the building broken, so to was the spell placed on her, so to was the Owner’s power. The air around her started to spark, her hair lifting up, “Don’t you have a monkey to chase after?”

Even a lunkhead like him could read her expression and fighting a giant chimpanzee—technically an ape, not a monkey—sounded like just the thing to do, “Uh...yeah. Seeya, babe.”

The Empress headed towards the Owner’s office, joined by the two other heroine who had been in the back rooms. The place was clearing out as the “valued” customers suddenly realized that the fun was over. Anna saw Strawberry run out with them, nearly tripping over those ridiculous heels. That was fine. She had a pass for this one time.

Right now, there was just one villain she wanted to take down.

The Next Day

As far as brainwashing went, at least this one hadn’t been too bad. It’d only been ten hours a week, so there wasn’t any strange behavior she needed to explain, no messes to clean up at her apartment, nothing. Going back to normal was just the same.

As she surveyed the city, mind opened up and listening for distressed minds, wearing that skintight purple suit, face concealed behind a domino mask, she conceded that not everything was back to normal.

At the moment, the city was quiet. No bad thoughts were jumping out at her. She took out her phone and checked the headlines of the city’s paper. News that the Empress was back out of retirement should have spread by now.

On the front page: HERO PARAGON DEFEATS CHIMPAN Z AND THE MAID OWNER, SAVES CITY

Absolutely typical.