The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“I appreciate the help, but are you sure you can handle this kind of patrolling, Omnigirl? Subtlety isn’t your family’s strong suit.”

Lara, also known as the Oustanding Omnigirl, rolled her eyes and hovered even slower over the surface of the air duct at Night Fox’ paranoia. How could someone so fun out of her cowl be such a downer whenever she put one on? Omnigirl sighed and chalked it up to different mentor figures.

“Just because I can’t see through lead doesn’t mean I can’t punch through it, Vicky.” Omnigirl grumbled, knowing that Night Fox was simmering under her mask for using her real name.

“Will you stop that?! You don’t know who might be listening!” Night Fox hissed and drew her lips into an angry thin line. Definitely something she picked up from the Wolfman. Omnigirl thought highly of Caligo’s first family of vigilante justice, but she really did agree with her cousin about how all this cloak and dagger stuff was sometimes a little too much for her to take seriously.

“You know there can’t be any bugs, Foxy. You threw enough EMP emitters down there and I can hear machines fine.” Omnigirl said, wondering if Radonians could get vision strain from all the eye-rolling she was doing. Even with her solar powers, there had to be a limit.

“Yeah? What if we’re dealing with Hat Trick? Or Circumspella? We have to grab every advantage we can get. Prep time can only take you so far?” Night Fox grumbled, doing another passable impression of her mentor. Omnigirl thought about snapping back, but she knew that Victoria had a point.

Whatever conversation left was cut short when the two came to a panel on the vent’s floor. Night Fox lowered a pen-camera through the slots before stepping back and nodding to her friend. It was enough for Omnigirl to catch her drift and two beams of her Flare Vision began to cut away at the bolts of the metal.

Omnigirl had to give credit to the Wolf pack’s thoroughness. She didn’t even notice Night Fox tying a cord around one of the panel slats to stop it from clattering down on to the ground. Omnisenses or not, Night Fox barely made a whisper when she dropped down on to the floor while she floated down to join her.

Back when Caligo was giving Hollywood a run for its money in the age of the silver screen, the Celeste Studio’s ‘company house’ as it was called was the very center of the glitz, glamor, and debauchery for the big city. Lara didn’t know how many movies she’d seen that used parts of the mansion for backdrops, and she could still see classic actors like ghosts in the living room they were in, playing out their parts.

“We can geek out about this place later, Omnigirl. See if you can find anything.” Night Fox’ voice pierced through Lara’s thoughts annoyingly. Sometimes she hated how observant everyone under the Wolfman’s little detective program could be. Her eyes gave a brief flash of blue before shaking her head.

“Nothing. Every wall is coated with lead paint. I think the rooms are noise canceling, too...” she said. Now it was Omnigirl’s turn to frown, “Why would they need to soundproof every section of the house?”

“Closed sets. Noisy parties. Paparazzi. Supervillains repurposing the whole place for kidnapping victims…” Night Fox said, her voice a little bit louder now that she knew there was less of a chance being heard, “... all the little starlets getting on their first casting couches?” Night Fox enjoyed the little blanch Lara had on her face at the suggestion. Midwestern girls were funny.

“I didn’t need to know that...” Lara said, fighting her blush. She hoped Night Fox’ tech couldn’t pick up color in night vision. Omnigirl cleared her throat and went on, “... so what now? Super speed to check all the rooms for the victims?”

“No. This is metahuman trafficking. Velocidare was faster than you and she still got caught if our guess is right about these guys being the same ones that took Susurrous and Column. We have to know who we’re dealing with and how they’re keeping everyone contained before you start using powers all over the place.” Night Fox said, crouching down again and starting to sneak towards one of the doors, “Just try it human style for once.” she added and a little bit of Vicky’s playful personality peeked through the cowl. Lara didn’t know whether she should roll her eyes again or laugh.

“So, what? Just open doors till we find them?” Omnigirl suggested, unsure of whether she was sarcastic or not. She already felt really out of depth whenever she had to deal with Caligo villains. It didn’t seem like Night Fox was listening, though. It was a rare moment of distraction for the cape as she stared off to the other side of the living room. Omnigirl’s brow furrowed, “Vicky?”

“No, we don’t have to open the doors just yet. Let’s start with those boxes. And I told you about the code names.” Night Fox said, and the tension in her voice brought the gravity back into the room. Omnigirl felt a little miffed that Night Fox was still so damn omniscient when she was the one that was supposed to have super senses.

As much as she would have liked to be petty, Omnigirl finally focused on the dusty crates and realized why Night Fox was so intent on them. It was a muffled sound, and if it wasn’t for her heightened senses she wouldn’t have picked it up from so far away, but Omnigirl recognized it in an instant. That was the sound of breathing. She looked to Night Fox for the go ahead and the little nod was all that Lara needed. She flew towards the box and pried off the wooden panel like it was balsa.

“Bingo. We have an ID. On a victim and the perp.” Night Fox whispered, and Lara wasn’t sure if she was talking to her or maybe she had someone patched to a network. It didn’t really matter as she saw what was inside the wooden box while a little cascade of packing straw spilled to the carpet, “Caracal, street-level thief. A wannabe Felina Fatale with some gene splicing. And I can only think of one person whose MO is museum crates and mailing supplies.”

It was nice that Caligo city always reinforced Lara’s opinion of it with every visit. She didn’t mind fighting giant monsters or stopping a dam from bursting or even flying through space to punch away a comet. It was just that Night Fox’ city was always on a completely different wavelength when it came to crime.

Caracal was snoozing peacefully in her bed of straw with a smile that just radiated contentment on her mouth. Omnigirl didn’t recognize the pretty blonde woman that had her mask pulled down to her collar, but the rest of the costume was at least a pretty good indication of who she was. Caracal gave a small yawn and snuggled deeper into the box, licking her lips before letting out a sweet little snore. The purr that she whispered made Omnigirl blush even more than Night Fox’ dumb jokes, especially when she saw the damp spot right on the crotch of Caracal’s tights.

“Dopey grin... unnatural sleep... wet panties. Yeah. This has Piper all over it.” Night Fox said. She glided over to Omnigirl and looked over Caracal still blissfully unaware of everything around her.

“The Piper?! But isn’t that one of Elysian’s? What’s he doing in Caligo?!” Omnigirl blurted out, confused.

“The Piper was actually more of a Liberty Union villain when he first started out with his floppy hat and his mice. It was before you landed on Earth. I remember they used to say ‘any city with rats will find themselves with the Piper’. Then he changed his costume along with his techniques and that’s when he really began arching Elysian. She just wants him behind bars the most out of everyone and they usually clash in New York, but he’s been to Caligo enough times too.” Night Fox rattled off, going down to one knee and starting to poke and prod at Caracal.

“Hmm... seems like she’s been here a while. Her clothes have been taken off and put back on sloppy. It’s like she put it on with her eyes closed. She probably did.” Night Fox said, and Omnigirl was impressed by her skills up until she saw what the cowled heroine did next. Taking two fingers she pressed down over the wetness coming from over Caracal’s pussy and the sleeping girl mewled in appreciation at the touch.

“Vicky! Gross!” she gagged out, crossing her arms and shivering at the sight. Night Fox just shushed her as she stood back up and wiped the sheen from her glovetips.

“Don’t call me that. And you’ll have to get used to it. This isn’t some TV-G beat em up, Omnigirl. We’re in some deep direct-to-video X-rated crimes with all the bodily fluids now.” Night Fox smirked, and again Omnigirl felt her stomach turn at what passed for normal in Caligo.

“Well, what are we going to do? I’m not really equipped for... for... X-rated hypnosex shenanigans! Isn’t the Piper a little bit out of our weight class?” Lara blurted out, touching down to the floor at her distress. It didn’t help at all that Caracal was still purring in her sleep, her glistening pussy trying weakly to push up against Night Fox’ absent fingers.

“Calm down. We’ll call Miss Elysian and see if she can get her big sister. They should be a little more equipped to deal with magic villains than we are.” Night Fox reasoned out, sharing Omnigirl’s trepidation. There were plenty of pimps, murderers, and pushers in Caligo, and Vicky wasn’t squeamish about what went on in the city and behind closed doors. But even the Piper’s reputation made her feel cold down to her spine.

Finally her earpiece crackled to life as she was patched in to the Prodigy network. It still rankled that they hadn’t inducted her into the Liberty Union proper, but she was glad that she could at least talk to the person she needed to rather than having to go through hoops to get to Elysian Star. Soon, Miss Elysian’s voice filtered in through her earbud.

“Go ahead, Vicky. It’s not like some of us are sleeping or anything.” she heard the whine, but she could feel that Miss Elysian was already waking up faster.

“Code names are there for a reason!” Night Fox hissed, but reigned in her anger. It wasn’t every day that the Wolf pack’s famous paranoia was actually well-deserved, but now would be one of those days, “We don’t have time for that. Can you get to Elysian Star? We need her here ASAP.”

“My sister? But... ugh, why today? It’s impossible to catch her on the first Friday night of the month. She’s always out for... Well, she calls it recreation but...” Miss Elysian said. Night Fox was about to chew her out and try to do the best impression of Wolfman that she could to impress the danger of the situation, but bright halogen lights flooded the room and the comm-link was forgotten.

“L... Lara? Victoria?”

Night Fox almost thought that the sudden light was playing tricks on her eyes. There, right in the flesh, stood exactly who they were desperate to contact. Elysian looked just as surprised as the two of them and was goggling at Night Fox and Omnigirl just as Night Fox was to her. Lara, however, was much faster at the emotional uptake and cried out jubilantly.

“Elysian! Oh thank Zaal!” she said, zipping to Ademia and giving the older woman a bear hug. She was one of the few people that could take it, after all. That seemed to finally shake Elysian out of her stupor and she gingerly patted the young Radonian on the back, “You are, like, exactly the person we needed right now. We were on the trail of metahuman traffickers but it’s a lot more serious than that. The Piper is here!”

“The Pi... Master?” Elysian replied, a puzzled look on her face. Omnigirl was surprised. What did Pie Master have to do with anything? He was just a trickster from the 52nd dimension. Night Fox, however, was much faster on this particular type of uptake.

“Elysian... what are you... what are you wearing?!” she said in a slow voice, backing away carefully and reaching behind her. It was Lara’s turn for confusion when she finally took a good look at Elysian Star in the light and couldn’t help but let the air out of her lungs.

They couldn’t blame the light anymore at what they saw. Elysian’s normally braided raven tresses were tousled and flowing over her shoulders. A blush on her cheeks and her shoulders were telling of exactly what she had been doing, but it was what Elysian was wearing and not wearing that stopped the two younger heroines in their tracks.

Her costume had changed over the years. Of course everyone in the game, both the villains and the heroes, went through redesigns every so often. It wasn’t a goofy looking doublet or tabard. It was just a plain, oversized shirt that hung loosely over Elysian and left little to the imagination. A shirt that didn’t have Elysian Star’s familiar red, blue, and gold but the brown and yellow of only one person.

“This slave apologizes, but you two should not have been here.” Elysian said sorrowfully, and the words were slower to register than the sensation of Elysian Star’s fist punching Omnigirl’s stomach.

“Lara!” Night Fox screamed, forgetting her own sacred protocols. Her hands were already in her utility belt reaching for her flying fangs, but she hesitated. Omnigirl was finally coming to her senses and fighting back, but that was exactly the problem. Night Fox wasn’t a stranger to fighting metas, but those were the likes of Snapping Turtle and The Skunk. What would little throwing stars do against skin blessed by Aphrodite? And Elysian’s attacks were something else entirely. Usually when two metas of that level fought, city blocks were leveled. Elysian Star was a level beyond even that. Omnigirl was fighting back but Elysian had already grappled her down and it was very clear who had the advantage.

“Omnigirl! Be careful! Elysian Star is under the Piper’s spell, you’ve got to knock her out! C’mon, I’ve seen your cousin take her down, she isn’t supposed to be as strong as you!” Night Fox shouted, still trying to get some kind of bead on Ademia, but it was just a mass of arms and legs tumbling on the carpet.

“Omniman is ten years older than me and used the ice caps for his workout routine when he went on his vision quest! She’s too strong!” Lara yelled back, straining to just keep herself out of an armbar. Elysian Star wasn’t taking part in the teenagers’ conversation and was showing her discipline by staying on the task at hand.

“What the hell is going on in here?!”

The voice pierced through the fighting from the door that Elysian had appeared. It was almost a relief for Night Fox to have something to focus on rather than the helpless feeling she had watching her friend get assaulted by a woman they both held up as a role model.

The Piper stood there, his face shifting from irritation and distress as he watched the scene unfold in his living room. In the back of her mind, Night Fox was disgusted to see that he was wearing the bottom half of the pajama set that Elysian had on. She cut that thought off as she saw Piper reaching for a whistle on a nearby shelf.

“Oh no you don’t!” she yelled, letting two fangs fly just as the Piper lifted the piece to his mouth and let out a single note. The instrument was nothing more than kindling in the next second, and Night Fox let out a little yip of joy.

“Hah! Got you! Now break the spell you have over Elysian if you want to keep your fingers! Your little song failed.” Night Fox said, another set of fangs already in her hands.

“I think Caracal would like to disagree.” Piper smirked. At least he was still enough of a villain to gloat. That was enough warning for Night Fox to turn and see the cat burglar’s clawed gloves bearing down on her. She flipped to the side easily. Whether it was because she cut the Piper’s spell off so abruptly or whether it was just the effects of his magic at all, this wasn’t the usual Caracal that Night Fox had crossed with over the years.

Caracal looked like she was drunk, swaying haphazardly as she struggled to keep up her fighting stance. Her eyes were definitely glazed under hypnosis, and the only emotion that the thief was showing was sleepiness or a blank stare. It almost led Night Fox to underestimate the cat, and she barely dodged in time from one of Caracal’s sweeps. The inattentiveness cost her four thin rakes across her cheek. Night Fox cursed inwardly and hoped that it wouldn’t leave a mark. She didn’t want to deal with the cracks at the Wolf Den if they found out that a sleepwalking Caracal actually drew blood on her.

“Night Fox!” Lara cried, catching glimpses of her friend’s fight between struggles in Elysian Star’s grip. With a shot of adrenaline, Omnigirl poured everything she had into one blast of her Flare Vision, knocking Elysian off of her.

Elated at her newfound freedom, Omnigirl willed herself to fly to her friend’s aid. She felt herself soar at the speed of her will for a half second before the world shuddered again. Her earlier joy proved to be short-lived as a sudden pain in her heel and a complete revolution took flight away from her. Whether she was under a hypnotic spell or not, Ademia Corinth was still Elysian. And Elysian knew how to fight against Radonian, even with their cursed laser beams.

Omnigirl wished she wasn’t familiar with being thrown around like this, but she knew it would pass eventually. Usually when she hit the ground. For now, all she could do was feel the sensations she usually associated with being tossed mid-flight.

The defenestration was loud and abrupt, breaking through the panels of the plate glass windows and the stillness of the outside night. There was that disorienting shift from the lighting of a room to the outside, back under the moonlight and the faraway glow of Caligo proper. And then there was the ground.

“Oh no.” Lara cursed as she realized that it wasn’t just the ground. She didn’t feel herself breaking through the surface at first, but then the sudden drop in temperature was enough to tell her that Elysian had thrown her right into a swimming pool. The only advantage she had over Elysian Star would be lost in the water as her Flare Vision didn’t work as well through chlorine irritated eyes. But before Omnigirl could fly out, a second splash and hands pinning her arms signaled that it was too late.

Experience was with Ademia here. Whether it was Omniman himself or rogue stragglers from their dead planet, she noted that her own super strength wasn’t quite a match for their solar powered bodies. But she did know how to level the playing field, and she was fighting for more than just truth or justice or liberty. Elysian was fighting for her master, and that was more important than anything else.

“Give up, Kinda. This slave is certain that her beloved master will show you leniency. Just stop struggling.” Elysian said as they broke the surface for a moment. Usually the Omnigirl she knew would say some pithy little line about never giving up, but Elysian relished the look of despair that was in Lara’s eyes when she used the girl’s intimate Radonian name. Ademia was a master of battle, both in body and mind, and she just sent a message that she knew Omnigirl even in her most private aspects.

And the psychological assault was working. Omnigirl still struggled in the water even as Elysian Star subjected her to submission hold after submission hold, letting her go only long enough so that she could tire out another part of her body. She didn’t know how long she tried to fight against Ademia, but the moment she realized that the warrior was just toying with her was the moment that she felt another strike at her resolve.

“It’s time to stop, Kinda. You’ve already lost.” Ademia’s soft, caring voice whispered, like the most caring nurse hushing her charge.

Lara felt the panic rise in her chest. She hiccoughed as she tried to blink away the tears, feeling the kindness behind the twisted words. She didn’t want to but the thoughts were taking hold of her just as surely as Ademia herself. Those thoughts were becoming truths, that she had no hope of beating Elysian. If only she had some way to banish those terrible…

Then irresistible music took her thoughts away completely.

The aches and pains that Lara endured from Ademia’s blows seemed to slide off at the sensual notes and her tensed muscles relaxed the more she listened. Lara felt the need to dance for the wonderful music well up inside her and she closed her eyes to savor the tune more completely while her hips began to roll and her hands started to touch at her shoulders. She didn’t even notice that Elysian was no longer holding her close or if she was even there beside her. All she knew was the beautiful, transcendent music and the cool, soothing waves.

She needed more. Lara wanted the music to bathe her just like the lapping ripples over her body. While the slick, wet fabric of her uniform felt luxurious on her skin as her fingers played and danced across her suit, she wanted every vibration in the air to seep into her without pause. Her swaying was decadent and indulgent, but Lara recognized that she had to give herself over completely and let the music guide her body rather than just suggest her motions.

The Radonian cloth slipped away easily with the water and her delicate gestures. One shoulder and sleeve fell after the other and the crisp night air gave her another shiver. The wind kissed her breasts and nipples, bringing the notes of the music to her on the breeze. She basked in the sensation as a lovely contrast to the warmth she felt radiating from the depths of her body. Every sound and impression was intimate and intense now, the whole world just adding to the bliss of listening to the melody that controlled her.

Lara passed her hands over her tits in graceful fans, wondering exactly when the music changed the way she thought of her lovely form into such lurid terms. The thought went the same way as her others at the shift of another note and she knew that she had always seen herself as such, a beast of pleasure to be charmed and tamed. Now she just cooed in bliss as the vibrations that her fingers sent through her stiffening nipples brought even more heat into her world. Her hands wandered further down and with a satisfying click the rest of her costume floated into the deep end of the pool as she unlatched the last catches that made the suit cling to her.

Whether it was the new freedom of her pussy or the magic of the song, Omnigirl realized that once she was completely nude that water wasn’t the only thing swirling between her thighs. She didn’t know when she had danced up and out of the pool to list languorously on the deck, but she could still appreciate the way that her dew trickled down from her slit and slid the course of her legs.

Lara felt her drowsy eyes open at the call of the song, bringing more pleasure into her world as an erotic vision swam into her gaze. There was beautiful Vicky, shimmying and rocking her hips naked as the day she was born and with the most contented smile on her lips that Lara knew was reflected in her own countenance. Beside her was Caracal, equally lovely in her own nudity, rolling her body against the deck floor and every inch the playful pussy that all three girls now bared.

For a wonderful infinity the girls danced to their master’s song, hands touching skin and heat. They began to gravitate towards each other slowly, purposefully, deliciously. Lara’s motions as well as the others had become more daring with every passing minute. Hips bucked against fingers as slits begged to be touched and lips were bitten in happy hunger while the girls sashayed to one another. Those actions only brought the briefest satisfaction to those places with burning heat only to be stoked even further.

When Vicky finally nestled into Lara’s outstretched arms she felt as if a circuit had been completed inside her. The music wanted her to do this, and whatever the music wanted was the reason for Lara’s being. Breast rubbed against soft breast, the occasional electric shock of taut nipples catching on one another bringing desperate gasps into the sounds of the symphony.

Lara’s hands were gentle but searching, wanting to know every inch of Vicky just as much as she felt her friend’s manicured fingernails were exploring her. A yielding handful of Vicky’s tit gave her pleasure that morphed into the firm wonder of Night Fox’s toned tummy. And when she felt the damp heat of Vicky’s pussy wetting her fingers, the instant shudders of exhilaration from the other girl traveled through their touching skin and turned to fuel Lara’s desire.

More and more the dance began to feel like a dream, the kind that Lara wouldn’t even admit to herself that she enjoyed. Vicky’s lips were succulent and tender, and her hot breath was a perfume that filled every kiss they shared with just as much passion. And when she felt Caracal’s tongue slide into the petals of her cunt, Lara forgot the world around her completely and lost herself fully to the dream. She didn’t care that the thief had slinked past the notice of her Omnisenses. Caracal was part of this dream, an intimate addition that kissed and completed their tableau as she and Vicky danced into the night.

Lara didn’t know if she crested and came or whether this all-encompassing feeling was her new state of being under the music’s spell. Her own fingers, stealing forbidden hints underneath the covers, had never brought her to these carnal heights as the feel of another woman’s tongue deftly penetrating into her and making her writhe in her trance. The cycle continued and she felt her partner shift as Vicky sank down to her knees and deeper enchanted while Caracal rose to kiss Lara’s tender lips and paw gently at her wanting breasts. A jolt of warmth made Omnigirl acutely aware of the difference between the new attendant to her snatch from the old. Where Caracal’s were delicate and piercing, Vicky lapped away with incredibly long licks that used all of her tongue to rub against the lips of her pussy and bring torturous ecstasy over her clit.

Through their kisses and touches, sliding down to her knees to replace Vicky in their role of the sensual ballet, Lara could feel the song overtaking her completely. She welcomed it as each stroke and lick bound the melody to her pleasure and eventually she could no longer tell the two apart. The music was what she found trickling down from the pussies of the two other girls just as surely as it flowed from her own, and the desire was what filtered into her mind with every lilting trill.

So when the music told Lara to slowly disengage her lips from Vicky’s cunt and for her to draw her fingers away from the valley of Caracal’s juicy and shapely backside, she felt just as much pleasure from the commands to stand at attention and sink into sleep as she did any of her wanton acts that night. Lara loved how the sleep crept into her, even though she became more excited than ever before. She thought it was wonderful how she didn’t have any thoughts and how nice it was just slumbering in place as she stood, with her eyes open and misty as her view changed from the sultry expanses of female skin to the manicured lawn and pool of the Celeste mansion. It was so nice to dream as the figure of the Piper and Elysian Star formed in her vision and even more pleasant to find that she couldn’t care at all, just like any other girl so deeply asleep.

The whispers shared between the Piper and Ademia might as well have been blasted over an amplifier for all that the three entranced beauties would notice. Half-lidded eyes blinking leisurely and soft sighs from parted smiles were the only reactions that Vicky, Lara, and Caracal could offer as the last strains from the Piper’s instrument left them in contented slumber. However they were his pretty, sleeping prizes and the Piper treated them as such, ever mindful of their entrancement and the atmosphere of his victory.

“Another wonderful performance, my beloved master.” Ademia purred, draping herself over the Pipers shoulders as she planted airy kisses on his still-exposed chest.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it. I think our guests did as well…” The Piper mused, then paused as Ademia stroked his cock with her expert fingers and brought him to attention of both his manhood and a small detail. “…ah, that’s right.” he said, bringing the reed up once more to fire three short notes.

The women, slave and sleeping alike, obeyed instantly at his command.

Ademia gasped in sultry exultation as she climaxed on to her lover’s thigh. The Elysian couldn’t help but grind her wet pussy through her silk pajama bottoms desperately against her master. She was surprised when she felt hot lips on hers in an instant, not even noticing that her eyes had screwed shut at the sudden assault of her orgasm, but she relished the display of power and how she was so completely owned by her lover.

The other three, still lost in their dreaming trance, could only mewl in shuddering breaths as their own bodies surrendered to their zeniths. They had nothing to focus their cumming pussies onto but helplessly came nonetheless. The sleeping dolls with hazy eyes and flushing skin whimpered into the night, their existences summed up only in the need to sleep and surrender. Still, they were with their own charms as they came. Vicky was wanton and her tongue lolled out from her lips as she gave herself fully to the spell, her spasms in her loins making her sweat slicked thighs gleam in the moonlight. Caracal was twitching and it seemed as if her fingers would break from the command to stand at attention but stubbornly continued to obey, regardless of how much her pussy ached to be touched.

And Lara, sweet Lara, she had such an air of innocence and lust that contrasted so beautifully as she bit down on her lower lip. Her chest heaved as she orgasmed and her already obscured irises lifted until they were only the tiniest slivers of blue underneath her sleepy gaze. More than any of the girls her slit reveled in the command, and her juices came down in beautiful rivulets that made her glow in pure ecstasy.

Soon enough, the cries of pleasure gave way to happy sighs of gratification and even then to the slow panting of the fully sated. The Piper was glad that Ademia’s ministrations had reminded him to reward the girls for their submission to his music. It wouldn’t do at all to have left them without their little gift.

“This… this slave… loves you so much… master.” Ademia managed to rasp, brought to her knees by her owner’s flute and the wonderful renewal of her adoration for him. A gentle pat to her head was her more than what she deserved, but she leaned into her master’s strong hands like the good little slavegirl she always was.

“Love you too, Addie…” The Piper said awkwardly, uncomfortable at such open declarations no matter how accurate. He was thankful for the three girls beside Ademia, already settled back into the calm breaths of the deeply asleep. He needed the change in topic.

“Caracal…” he said, putting the pipe to work again as he fed her music for the night. The thief’s smile just grew, rejoicing in her new commands and eager to obey in trance for even one second longer. The girl turned on her heel and began to sashay back to the house unsurprisingly like she was strutting down a catwalk. Her hypnotized mind was looking forward to sleeping again, peacefully nestled inside her palette waiting for her next song. Both the Piper and Ademia gave her retreating form an appreciative glance before returning their attentions to Lara and Vicky in time for the first orange hues of dawn to break over the horizon.

“The commissioner’s daughter, huh? I never would have guessed.” The Piper mused, giving Vicky a once over while she slept.

“This slave was not aware either, master. It certainly brings a new wrinkle to the Wolfman’s relationship with the Caligo police force.” Ademia said, voicing her own observations and surprise. The Piper just nodded absently and shifted his consideration for the waifish redhead to the toned blonde.

“And Omnigirl… well, she kinda just looks like a naked Omnigirl...” he chuckled, and Ademia joined in his amusement as she rose to her feet.

“She follows in the steps of her kin, master. This slave does not see the point to it, but she has her own secret identity to keep.” Ademia said with a smile. She closed the distance between herself and Lara smoothly, gently caressing the entranced Radonian and twirling a golden lock in her fingers. A thought occurred to Ademia, bent to serve her master as it was, and she looked to the Piper with concern.

“What should we do with them, master? This slave knows that you have reservations against keeping such celebrated thralls, with this slave as an exception, and their legacy forebears will cause us no end in grief…” Ademia said, lowering her head. Not that she for a second shied away from the thought of battling Omniman or the Wolf for her master. Elysian Star had already blurred away and Ademia knew that even without her own trance she was forevermore the Piper’s. But still. “… this slave, of course, does not presume her master’s plans. You deserve these girls as slaves and even more, master. Is it… is it finally time for this slave to show her true allegiance? With Lara and Victoria at my side, the possibilities are endless… unless you have other plans?”

The Piper was always amazed at the leaps that Ademia’s Amazonian upbringing seemed to take her. She was ready to wage war against the Liberty Union at the drop of a hat and she was already eying the two girls hungrily for her lieutenants. He had to suppress a memory of Ademia’s earlier bouts of slavish enthusiasm, promising the entirety of the Amazon nation to become his personal harem army if he so wanted. No, the Piper liked what he could do and he was fine in his place with just one loving slave that had somehow managed to steal his heart.

“I think you’re enough for me for now, Addie. Maybe we can have them slip into bed here and there, but let’s not get carried away.” The Piper chuckled, and Ademia both blushed and smiled at being so brought to heel while also reminded of how treasured she was. She caught herself and decided to become the blushing maiden later in the privacy of that very bed and remembered the issue at hand. “Then Lara and Victoria…”

The Piper rubbed his chin for a second, contemplating that very question. Then, an impish little smirk came to the villain and he twirled his flute.

“Addie, call your sister. I know just what to do with these pretty little things…”

The uproar was legendary.

Her master’s thoughtful package had sent the Liberty Union’s Spearhead base into a frenzy. Ademia was just glad that the Piper had allowed her to remember that she was his devoted slave pretending to be Elysian Star just so she could give her firsthand accounts later on about what transpired.

Of course, she was outwardly the most incensed of the Triumverate to find her naked protégé sleeping soundly in one of the Piper’s wooden crates as both keeping with her cover of being her master’s arch rival. She knew that this was neither the first nor the last time for Miss Elysian to be dozing softly under the Piper’s musical spell. While Victoria and Lara had only just tasted the Piper’s trance, her sister Dana had been a favorite bedmate for the couple for quite some time now. She was fairly certain that Omniman and the Wolf would never see things from her perspective but watching her sister there nuzzling into Omnigirl’s snatch in their little daisy chain was a familiar sight that brought warm tingles to her heart and to her pussy.

While she still spouted hollow promises of vengeance, Ademia continued delighting in the scene before her. The other members of the Liberty Union were getting caught up in the tumult and even Omniman wasn’t fast enough to turn away all the super powered gawkers from taking their fill of nubile heroine dishabille, with Night Fox being the only one with any sort of clothing as the Piper had graciously left her with her mask for Vicky’s sake. She could see the Streak try to shield Kid Quick’s eyes from the sight while the Crossbow elbowed Shifty and shared a wink with the lad at the lucky break. She shot the two a fake glare of outrage even though she mentally agreed with their assessment of the hypnotized young women.

The Wolfman had already begun to sniff around the crate for clues, trying to piece together exactly what to do with the girls and Ademia could feel the anticipation well in her chest as she knew what was going to happen next. Gingerly, the Wolf brought a gloved hand to Night Fox’s shoulder to see what would happen but that barest of touches triggered the girls with the last of their master’s commands.

The three girls gasped in pleasure as their eyes shot open and they all sported hungry smiles.

“Best…” Lara sang first, gathering the other two in her arms before anyone could react, floating them all up for the entire control deck to see.

“… regards…” Victoria cried in the same melody, the girls showing their athletic grace as they hooked onto each other’s legs in a complex display of aerial tribadism.

“… from…” Dana trilled, and all three girls rubbed their wet pussies onto one another as they twirled in the air.

“… The Piper!” the trio crescendoed, spinning faster and crying out in release of orgasm. Their backs arched elegantly as they held each other’s hands, climaxing while they spun and raining their dew onto several Union members. The display was incredible, insane, insulting, and it made Ademia shudder in her own secret cumming at the audacity of it all!

The Spearhead exploded into chaos as Lara, Victoria, and Dana gasped and basked, sated in the air enjoying the afterglow of sex. The trio was blissfully unaware of the furor that was happening below them and still languorously writhed against one another, coaxing out just another ounce of pleasure if they could. It was Falconman that finally had to fly up and drape the girls in his cloak to bring them down due to Omniman being too shocked to even move a single Radonian muscle. The Wolf was already barking out commands and coordinating everyone with the expertise to the most logical method of dealing with the situation.

Ademia, of course, was ever the perfect actress. She swore retribution in the endless names of female goddesses as Elysian Star and barreled through the crowd to make her way to the hangers for her Shooting Star jet. No one stopped her and some of the more bloodthirsty women even pledged themselves to her cause. On the surface, it just seemed like she was too enraged to even notice the others and they gave her a wide berth. But Ademia secretly made note of the most fervent ones. They promised themselves to her in ways they would soon find out when it came to the Piper.

Ademia hoped that the predatory smile that bloomed on her lips would be mistaken for a murderous snarl. Those girls would all have their day, she thought as she finally reached her jet and closed the hatch. For now, it was enough to punch in the coordinates of one of her master’s safehouses and settle into the cockpit.

She couldn’t wait to tell her beloved that everything went exactly as planned…