The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

1930’S Empire City—League of Heroine Headquarters

Catseye was breathing heavily, pinned tightly against the cold metal corridor wall. Her lithe form could barely move despite all of her enhanced strength, her perfect form visibly flexing in that tight costume as she softly groaned out, her eyes closed as she struggled. “NnmMngh...”

Wynd simply stared at her, her deep brown eyes focused and narrowed slightly as she kept Catseye pinned to the wall with a powerful psychic hold. Her friend and fellow heroine was just caught trying to steal top-secret security files from their archives, and luckily, Wynd was there just in time to stop her. She knew her feline friend couldn’t possibly have turned to the wrong side of the law. Something more sinister had happened to her. The blonde psychic slowly approached, her stride confident, her curvaceous form beautifully presented in that black costume of hers. She focused her mind, peering into the thoughts and memories of her close friend; with only one lasting image appearing: a theater poster for The Great Mesmero.

Wynd had heard of him before. Back in her performing days, they were rivals of sorts. She recalled that his specialty was hypnotism, that he could captivate and enthrall entire audiences with his masterful and sometimes strange techniques. Nevertheless, she regarded him now not as a rival showman, but a dangerous foe. To administer his skills over Catseye couldn’t have been easy. Nevertheless, Wynd knew he couldn’t possibly be a match for her; she wouldn’t let him have the chance to even get started.

Empire City Theater District – The Mystere Theatre

An hour later Wynd found herself outside a fairly charming and old-fashioned theatre, with elaborately illustrated posters hanging in the marquees. The entrance doors were locked but with a simple nod to unleash a bit of psychic energy, the locks clicked open. As she passed through the lobby, the wood floors creaked a bit under her boots. She slipped through the thick red curtains into the main theater and crept deeper in, past the rows of velvet-covered seats and carpeted aisles. Inside was somewhat eerily quiet; her deep brown eyes now glancing about for signs of her foe. She explored the empty stage a bit and then noticed a nearby staircase leading up to the 2nd floor. Stepping up now gingerly, the blonde psychic silently ascended to the landing and noticed a light underneath the door. She turned the knob and entered a rather lavish apartment/workshop of sorts.

Jonathan Darke, AKA The Great Mesmero, looked up from his massive worktable and set aside the schematics he was working on for an ingenious new escape trick. He was not dressed in his usual debonair cape and tuxedo performance costume, but in wool trousers tucked into shiny boots and a cotton shirt rolled up at the sleeves.

Seeing the beautiful and lithe figure in the doorway of his workshop apartment gave him a subtle wave of excitement. It was thrilling to see his old rival Wynd.

She was as beautiful and sensuous as ever; clad in a high collared black cloak over a more revealing costume of matching corset, panties and boots. Even though they had never formally met, he still lusted after her from afar, even going so far as to don a disguise so he could witness her amazing magic show for himself. After that first evening he was entranced, not only by her skill as a magician, but also by her exotic looks and attitude. He fantasized many times of possessing her, but the opportunity had never come about...until now.

He knew this was not a social call. She had either taken the bait in the form of Catseye or she had somehow figured out his secret. That he used his famous stage show of hypnotism and escapology as a criminal enterprise. He specialized in hypnotizing the more well to do members of his audience who visited backstage after his shows, making them turn over cash and other valuables without even knowing it.

“Good evening Wynd,” Mesmero spoke in his deep baritone. “What do I owe the pleasure of this visit? I dearly hope it is of a professional inquiry as I am currently seeking a new assistant and I believe you would be perfect for a new escape I am currently designing. You are even dressed perfectly for it.”

Wynd watched the confident hypnotist who was so calmly seated behind his desk, his eyes slowly scanning up and down her form as he brazenly uttered some quip about being his assistant in some escape act. No, she definitely wasn’t there for that. Without a word, the powerful psychic lifted him from his chair, similarly pinning him against his back wall without being very gentle in the process. The nearby dresser and the glasses from the bar atop of it rattled a bit as she lifted him off of his feet and a few feet in the air.

“Did you really think you would get away with what you’ve done?” Wynd demanded, looking really quite displeased with her foe, almost scolding him as if he were a child. Her hands were confidently on her hips, her weight shifted to one side as she peered deeply up into his eyes, now trying to delve deep into his mind.

Internally Mesmero was rattled by the sudden show of force from Wynd. He felt as if a giant invisible fist was gripping his body; his arms pinned firmly at his sides. She was much more powerful than he initially anticipated. Externally, however, he refused to show any fear or concern, instead merely smirking at his foe.

“I take it you aren’t interested in the assistant’s job then? That’s a shame. Well then, how can I be of assistance my dear?”

His quiet confidence somewhat annoyed the curvaceous heroine; but she hardly let him see that. Instead Wynd silently peered up at the talented hypnotist, her hands still on her hips as she kept him pinned against his own wall. She knew that despite his talents, The Great Mesmero was really quite easy to handle.

“Did you really think I wouldn’t be able to find out who hypnotized Catseye? Now tell me, what do you want with our criminal archives?”

“Catseye? I have no idea what you are talking about. I am an entertainer pure and simple. I have no use for your “criminal archives” as you say.”

Mesmero chuckled. “Look, why don’t you release me and we can discuss this like adults.”

Wynd knew that unfortunately, she was going on a bit of a hunch by storming in on Mesmero, and something about him didn’t quite sit right with her. She decided to humor his request, letting him go suddenly so he ‘gracefully’ landed on his counter with a sharp Thunk!, once again rattling his bar and this time knocking over one of his glasses.

“I’m not here to waste time, Mesmero. I know you’ve hypnotized my friend, and you’ve got five seconds to tell me why before I find out for myself in that twisted mind of yours.”

“It’s obvious you’ve been misinformed about me,” Mesmero said, picking up the tumbled glass and setting it upright. “Look, why don’t we start over? I realize we’re rivals and we haven’t formally met. Let me rectify the situation now. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Jonathan Darke; also known by my stage persona “The Great Mesmero”. Let me add that I would not dare refer to myself as “great” unless it was truly so.”

Mesmero smiled and added a sweeping theatrical bow to his introduction.

“Hmm.... I see.”

Wynd gave a somewhat skeptical look at the “Great” Mesmero, her eyebrow rising curiously as he gave his sweeping bow. She clearly looked unimpressed; after all, she was a part of a show herself, and knew how to work a crowd properly. She did, however, find herself somewhat confused about how easily this Jonathan Darke was denying any of her allegations. Had she been mistaken? Luckily, she didn’t have to struggle with this question for long. She decided instead to focus now on delving into the Hypnotist’s mind; now trying to read his thoughts, his memories, his past. She did it really without batting an eye, without really revealing what she was up to...

Mesmero could sense an odd tingling in the back of his head. He had experienced this before and was expecting it. Wynd was surely probing his thoughts as to what his true intentions were. What Wynd was unaware of was that Darke was well prepared for this sort of thing. Once he had done battle with another psychic and his mind was nearly destroyed. He swore that would never happen again and so with intense training in a technique once taught to him by an Indian mystic during his travels in Asia, Darke compartmentalized and hid away those thoughts he wished to keep secret and allowed the beautiful Wynd to search to her heart’s content. She would find nothing of his true nature.

To further show his casual sense of the confrontation, he asked, “Would you care for a drink?

Wynd for once, faltered. She looked a bit curiously at the Great Mesmero, having scanned what she believed was his subconscious thoughts and the like, and came up with absolutely nothing incriminating. She blinked a bit, her intuition telling her that something just wasn’t right with this man... but she infuriatingly couldn’t prove it. She glanced at the bar, and merely shook her head. The heroine was obviously deep in her own thoughts of how to proceed with this investigation, which seemed to have completely hit a wall.

Mesmero was amused by the look of consternation on Wynd’s gorgeous face. His technique was working! Now the time came to turn the tables, but he had to be extremely careful. He would not underestimate this foe as he had others.

“I see there is still some hesitation on your part. I understand there is a natural distrust between one rival and another. But I would like to prove my good intentions by showing good faith. This is a bit difficult for me to admit, my dear Wynd, but I have witnessed one of your performances and I am not afraid to say that I was astonished. Your flame routine was mesmerizing.”

Mesmero poured himself a brandy.

“Perhaps you might be interested in a preview of one of my own routines? I plan on debuting it next month.”

The blond psychic watched as Darke poured himself the drink, slowly moving about as if he were entertaining any guest. She couldn’t help but be a bit frustrated that she could have possibly been wrong about him. Why had Catseye thought of one of his posters? Was there something she was missing? She was deep in her own thoughts now, barely listening to what Mesmero had to say, and absentmindedly, she found herself agreeing to the preview of his show.

Mesmero was thrilled inside. His subtle ploy was working. Wynd, who was moments ago threatening him and exerting her psychic power over him, was now agreeing to view his latest theatrical creation. He motioned her to follow him to one end of the room where he pulled away a large white sheet to reveal a wood and metal contraption. It appeared to be an oblong box, which was mounted and held off the floor by a frame with swiveling metal arms attached on each side.

“This is what I call “The Dream Box”. It’s an escape trick, which will feature an assistant. As you see there is just enough space in the main cavity for one petite female. As I mentioned before I am advertising for a new assistant so if you know of anyone who would fit this criteria please don’t hesitate to mention my name. The basic premise is that the assistant will step inside the box. Once she is in place, I will seal her inside by closing the lid. Then I spin the box once 360 degrees and then open it to reveal...well I will leave that bit as a surprise in the hopes that you will honor me by attending the first performance.”

Mesmero noticed that Wynd was taking in every inch of his contraption, as if she were trying to figure out exactly how it worked.

“Would you care to give it a spin? It would be the perfect opportunity to give it a test run. If you aren’t afraid I mean. What do you say my dear?”

Wynd was a bit intrigued by this strange contraption before her, her deep brown eyes scanning it up and down carefully. She realized that her body would fit in perfectly... As would Catseye’s. She knew that it was a long shot, but decided that this may be the device he used, and there was really only one way to find out. Her pride as a heroine got the best of her; the psychic believing that her superior mind and abilities would surely protect her from any attempt at actual hypnosis.

“Hmmm... It looks intriguing, Mr. Darke. Is there some sort of trap door underneath? Perhaps a mirror inside?” she asked curiously. “I think I will test this illusion of yours, shall we get started?”

“Wonderful! Allow me to take your cloak if you please?” Darke said, assisting Wynd in removing her robe from behind and getting a nice eyeful of her backside as he did so.

Mesmero was secretly thrilled inside. He hoped he was being careful to disguise his building anticipation as he instructed Wynd on how to position herself inside his trick box. Once there he saw that there was still some mistrust on her part and before she could change her mind he told her, “The trick is very simple as you will see once I enclose you inside. Just place your feet in those slots and grab the handles at your side. The device will do the rest.”

Wynd nodded and Mesmero closed the lid. There was no use locking it.

“Ready? Let’s begin,” Mesmero called out to the heroine as he started the box in motion on its 360-degree turn. He knew Wynd would be concentrating on holding on as her body turned upside down within the dark box. As it began to swivel he flicked a hidden switch to release a mist of gas within the box before Wynd even realized what was happening. The hypnotic gas was a special formula of his creation. It would quickly daze and then paralyze the victim, putting them into a trance state and completely vulnerable to his whims and suggestions.

The psychic heroine couldn’t help but feel a bit disoriented inside the Dream Box; her blonde curls being thrown about and covering her perfect facial features. She was tightly gripping those handles, her feet pressed tightly against those slots inside, as she was slowly spun around. Suddenly, she couldn’t help but pick up the subtle scent of lilacs, something she definitely found a bit strange. Her limbs felt a bit sluggish, her mind beginning to feel a bit lethargic, as she slowly began to slip into that trance.

The heroine’s deep brown eyes became hazed over; her body rigid, her back slightly arched. She looked almost like a doll of sorts; her full breasts slowly rising and falling as her breathing slowed. Her mind was somewhat struggling, trying to get a grip, but the sweet fumes slowly stifled any attempts to do so.... it was just so easy to relax... to listen....

The Dream Box came to a halt. Mesmero’s heart was pounding in his chest. With a tingling trepidation he unlatched the lid of the box and opened it to reveal the lithe blonde inside. She was none the worse for wear, only her long flaxen curls tossed about her face. He took a moment to take in that wonderful expression, the glazed eyes, and the parted lips. Perfection.

Just as he had done with Catseye, the formidable rival was now his to control exactly how he wished. Wynd had no idea that Catseye was merely the tool to capture his true prey. Finally all his fantasies would be made to come true.

He took a moment to lean close and smell her perfume and resisted the temptation to touch and fondle her gorgeous body. That would come later. In her current trance state, Wynd was highly susceptible to any suggestions he would give her and so he began.

“Listen to my words carefully Wynd. Everything I say to you is the complete and total truth. My commands are the most important you will hear and you will take them to heart. Jonathan Darke, also known as The Great Mesmero, is the most important person in your life. You will obey no one but Jonathan Darke. You will place the utmost importance on any command he gives you while under his trance.

You, Wynd, will slowly become enamored of Jonathan Darke the more time you are in his presence. His face will thrill you, his body will arouse you, his touch will send chills up your spine and you will be unable to resist his charms.

When you are apart from Jonathan Darke, you will think of nothing but him. When you are alone in bed in the evening you will feel intense pleasure by fantasizing of making passionate love to him. You will pleasure yourself but only physical contact with Jonathan Darke will give you release.

Listen carefully to these words now Wynd. They are very important. When you hear these words spoken only from Jonathan Darke, you will drop to your knees and pleasure him eagerly with your mouth. The words are, “Which way does the Wynd blow?”

“Nod once if you understand.”

Wynd nodded and Darke grinned lasciviously. Then he continued.

“Listen carefully to these words Wynd, “The Wynd has become a tempest.” No matter where you are, when you hear those words from Jonathan Darke you will experience the most intense orgasm you have ever felt.”

“Listen carefully to these words Wynd, “The Wynd storm has arrived.” When you hear those words, no matter where you are or what you are doing, you will stop and make passionate love to Jonathan Darke.

“Here are the last words you will listen to and understand for now. “The Wynd sleeps on the clouds.” When you hear those words only from Jonathan Darke you will return to this trance state, where I will give any other instructions I so desire and you will obey them completely.

“Now, I am going to wake you from this trance state. You will know exactly what has been done to you, but there will be absolutely nothing you can do about it. You may find yourself resisting my commands, but ultimately it will be impossible to disobey. Listen to my words. You will resist any temptation to use your psychic abilities against me. Obey Wynd. Only obey Jonathan Darke.

“When I count to three and snap my fingers, you will wake up to your normal state. One...two...three...”

SNAP!

With that simple snap, Wynd blinked for the first time in what seemed like ages. She was totally aware of what just happened, and definitely not pleased. She only hoped that the hypnotist had made some sort of mistake, that the heroine wasn’t truly under his complete command. She glared at her foe, wanting so badly to just toss him through the wall with her powers... only there was some sort of mental block... she just couldn’t seem to focus.

“B—bastard! T—this can’t be happening...” Wynd said, now stepping out of that box, glaring angrily at her foe. That cold stare didn’t last for very long however, as she blinked a bit, thoughts of how incredibly attractive he was slipping into her mind. “God... he looks... incredible!” she thought, her eyes briefly getting lost scanning up and down his body. She shook her head a bit and tried to stay on the task at hand... this man was her enemy, her foe, her perfect Maste—NO!

Mesmero chuckled. The look on Wynd’s face was priceless. The realization of what had just happened to her was quite arousing. Now that she was his, he could ravage her right then and there, but there was plenty of time to truly enjoy her. He would take his time and seduce her to his side gradually, and in time she would become the perfect mate, mistress and partner in crime.

“So...my dear Wynd... I can’t help but gloat a little. How does it feel to have been taken in by my...charms?” Mesmero asked, adding a devious chuckle.

Wynd looked at him hatefully once again, her eyes narrowed a bit as she glared... that anger quickly turned into a look of almost hunger. God, he was attractive... She couldn’t help but mentally struggle against that powerful hypnosis which easily has set into her mind.

“Y—you won’t get away with this...” She threatened softly. She breathed heavily in arousal, the mere sight of him almost overwhelming. The blonde heroine continued to desperately try and resist those lustful thoughts and images passing through her mind, realizing that unless she somehow reversed this, it was only a matter of time...

Mesmero stepped closer to gaze at his nemesis. Her face was incredible. Her eyes were stunningly beautiful. And the expression of arousal mixed with revulsion caused a stir in his pressed trousers.

“Your hate is natural, Wynd, but over time you will come to take much pleasure in my company. Just to give you a tiny taste of what’s to come for you, I want you to listen to me very carefully...”

Mesmero leaned in close and whispered into Wynd’s ear, “The Wynd has become a tempest.”

Wynd watched as her foe moved closer to her... now whispering that trigger phrase in her ear. Her eyes grew wide suddenly as she tried now to pull away from the whisper, only it was far too late.

“OHhHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhHHHH!!”

With a soft tremble and shudder, the curvaceous blond came powerfully; her back arching as she moaned out loudly. The heroine shut her eyes tightly as she soaked that little black bikini bottom she wears as her heroine and stage costume. The heroine fell weakly to her hands and knees afterwards, panting heavily, now trying to recover from the little aftershocks of what was just the most powerful orgasm of her life. Despite this, she managed to still shoot that defiant glare up at the Great Mesmero...

“NMmnghm... I... I’ll get you for this..!”

Mesmero kneeled down next to Wynd, admiring every curve of her still shuddering form. The look in her eyes nearly caused him to climax himself. He reached with one hand to stoke her cheek and felt her instinctively press against it. This was when he felt most powerful; knowing he had a strong gorgeous woman at his mercy, especially one who only minutes ago was about to destroy him. He rubbed a thumb along the soft silk petal of her bottom lip.

“You will do anything I tell you to do now, won’t you Wynd?”

Wynd’s mind was drowning in lust, her eyes somewhat hazed over from the sheer force of the orgasm she just had. She still kept those deep brown eyes of hers trained on her foe; finding it absolutely impossible to tear them away. She was infatuated with her captor: he was perfect in her mind. On top of it, she was mentally and physically weakened at this point... and in this moment of weakness, she found herself nodding slowly to his question.

“Mmn... Y—yes, Mr. Darke.”

Her words sent a jolt through him. Mesmero stood and gazed down at his rival. The feeling of arousal was growing more intense by the second. He couldn’t hold back any longer.

“Stand up,” Darke ordered.

Wynd slowly rose to her feet, her back slightly arched, her breasts thrust forward as she looked up at the taller Jonathan Darke. She looked at him wantonly, her body screaming sex and need.

“I... I need to obey...”

“That’s right,” Darke said with a sinister grin. With his eyes fixed on hers, he placed both hands on her arms and felt her shiver. Then he let his eyes draw downward to take in her magnificent bosom. She was breathing heavily and her plump cleavage was inviting a good old fashioned groping but again, anticipation was the key and he held himself back for now. Instead, he decided more play was in order and he was dying to taste those luscious lips.

“Kiss me,” Darke said, gazing intently into Wynd’s eyes.

Wynd found herself now pressing her lips up against her hated foe, kissing him passionately and deeply, slipping her tongue into his mouth, as she was enticed to obey. She shivered at his touch, and found an orgasm quickly beginning to build from the passionate kiss. She pressed those full breasts up against his chest as she kissed him. Her perfect form was completely helpless to resist his every little whim.

“MmMn...!” she softly moaned...

Darke relished the kiss. Her mouth was warm and her wet tongue tasted sublime. He enjoyed how her body squirmed and writhed against his. He was hard now and pressed his hips against hers and felt her respond in kind. As he pressed his tongue and lips to hers he felt a wonderful tingling sensation. He supposed the intensity of their embrace was causing her to react instinctively with some subtle psychic enhancement of the experience. This was so much more than he dreamed of. The possibilities were endless.

The dark magician allowed his hands to roam freely now, down her arms, over her back, sliding over the curve of her slender waist and svelte hips. Then he slowly reached around and cupped the taut cheeks of her derriere through her silk panties. He enjoyed the soft moan and whimper when he squeezed ever so firmly.

Wynd rose to her tiptoes as she felt her curvy, toned rear tightly squeezed now, making her softly moan into her kiss. Her arousal was only building, a tingling sensation washing over her sex as she whimpered in need. “MmmnnMn..!” She gently ground her hips up against his much like an erotic dancer would, her perfect form completely his. Her mind was still somewhat struggling with this new, submissive role of hers; she wanted to resist, to try and fight back...

Darke felt himself almost lose his senses with the intensity of their embrace. He broke the kiss and took a deep breath. This woman was incredible and he could not hold out any longer. Now it was time for a real test of her obedience.

He gazed deep into the pools of her eyes and rasped, “Which way does the Wynd blow?”

Wynd heard the trigger phrase, her eyes almost immediately going down to his crotch. She dropped to her knees now, as the desire to suck his cock simply overwhelmed her. She wanted it terribly, her hands now moving to work at his trousers to pull his hard cock free. Her smaller hands now grasped his cock gently, poising his throbbing member before her lips.

She hesitated a bit, her mind struggling with this, trying so hard to resist... “I... I can’t..!” she softly gasped out, before now taking his cock into her mouth, sucking gently, little suckling noises escaping the sides of her lips. She managed to send a defiant stare from her knees, with his cock in her mouth up at her foe, still trying so desperately to resist him... finding it utterly, and completely impossible.

She blushed a bit in humiliation, closing her eyes, and looking away from his stare now as her head began to bob up and down his cock...

Darke grunted at the sensation of Wynd’s warm wet mouth on him. The defiant look in her eyes as she gave in to the trigger phrase command to pleasure him seemed to make his cock swell further if that was possible.

This was more incredible than any of his perverse fantasies. From that first night he witnessed her stage performance in that costume that accentuated every curve of her lithe body, he made a solemn vow that one day he would possess her body and soul.

And now it was truly happening and he was more astounded than ever. What was it about taming a once proud and independent foe that thrilled him so? Seeing her down on her knees, diligent in her duties, moaning, gently suckling his rigid member...it was mind numbing to say the least.

He stroked her soft puckered cheek with the back of his fingers, then traced a line along the edge of her o-stretched lips, tugging her chin as he head bobbed back and forth in long succulent motions. He hissed with pleasure as she worked her tongue on him, swirling around the tip while it was in her mouth.

There was something else. That psychic energy of hers was creating a gentle hum on his cock. It was almost too much to take but he gritted his teeth and re-focused on an exercise that allowed him to control his arousal and prevent an explosion too soon.

Darke gulped and clenched his fingers now in the golden curls of her hair. As Wynd continued her sweet suckling, he pressed his hips forward to meet her rhythm. As he forced himself ever deeper and took her mouth, he closed his eyes for a moment and began to fantasize of all the things he was going to do to her body.

Wynd found herself softly moaning as she continued to suck his cock. He even tasted incredible; her mind now fully conditioned to enjoy every minute of this blowjob. Her cheeks had blushed a bit in humiliation, a part of her realizing that she was sucking the cock of the person she had come to capture.

Little slurping and sucking noises continued to escape the sides of her lips as she eagerly bobbed her head along the length of his cock. Her tongue gently lapped at the underside of his cock while it was in her mouth, her hand steadying it by gripping gently at the base. She couldn’t get enough of his throbbing member in her mouth; the blond psychic realized that she had been rendered into a helpless, sex toy of his.

Subconsciously, she was using her powers to pleasure him: the same powers used to punish foes and villains for a few years now. She helped gently vibrate the length and head of his cock; her mind and body slipping into a full commitment towards his pleasure.

Jonathan Darke was nearly losing his mind from the exquisite sensations of Wynd’s oral pleasuring. He had never experienced anything like it. The subtle throbbing, along with her swirling and pressing tongue was almost too much to take, and it was all he could do to remain focused and keep from climaxing down her throat.

He groaned loudly and pulled her away by the hair, forcing her to stare up at him with her beautiful eyes.

“Tell me the truth, Wynd. How does it feel to please your new Master?”

Wynd glanced up at her foe with those deep brown eyes of hers, kneeling before him as she was forced to pull away now.

“MmNghm... When I get free of what you’ve done to me, I’ll make you pay for this,” Wynd managed to say rather coldly in response to his question. The powerful psychic was still battling with the powerful hypnosis she’d had to endure. She couldn’t help but still hunger for his cock, that trigger phrase embedding that need in her mind, yet she still managed to be defiant, to have the will power to try and resist as much as possible.

“Still rebellious I see. I thought I might win you with my simple charm, but perhaps you need to be properly broken and tamed. And I know just the way to do it. Stand up and come with me,” Mesmero ordered, tugging Wynd roughly to her feet by the hair.

Darke brought Wynd to his private sanctuary in a curtained off part of the large 2nd floor space. In the middle of the floor was a 10-foot tall metal contraption, which resembled an over-sized gyroscope. In the center was a metal ring 7-feet in diameter with an “X” bracing mounted in the middle. There was an unbound black satin corset attached at the center of the X and leather locking cuffs at each place where the arms of the X attached to the outer ring. The entire ring was then attached to a series of larger concentric rings with swiveling devices.

Mesmero stepped up to it and simply gave the outermost ring a nudge to set the entire contraption in motion. Each ring spun and turned simultaneously giving a dizzying effect. At the very top there was a stationary wheel of chance that spun by itself. It was painted with a series of 13 arcane symbols, none of which Wynd recognized.

Once it was evident what the machine was for, Darke led Wynd inside the innermost ring and had her position herself so that he could bind and lace her tightly into the corset, causing her generous mounds to spill over the top of the stiff cups. Then he spread her limbs one by one, first to attach her wrists to the cuffs at the top two arms of the X and then her ankles at the bottom two arms. Only her head was loose so that she could turn her neck any way she wished.

He stepped back to admire the view. Wynd was now spread taut like a five-pointed star as he had adjusted the tension on the cuffs a bit more than necessary. He watched with perverse glee as the blonde heroine grunted and struggled a bit to try and ease the stress of the restraints.

“This is what I call “The Wheel of Fate.” It was part of my act many years ago but I retired its onstage appearance when I realized I could put it to much better use in the privacy of my dressing room for my more enthusiastic and adventuresome female fans and/or naughty assistants.

“Let me explain how it works. Once I set you in motion by moving the outermost ring, you will turn this way and that, upside down, sideways, etc. In the meantime, the wheel above you will spin as well and eventually come to a stop. Depending on where the wheels stops and arrow points, well, that will determine your fate. I won’t explain what the symbols mean, that is my little secret, but I will tell you that some of them will mean ecstasy and pleasure for you and some... will not. One way or the other, you will experience some of the most extreme sensations imaginable.

“Are you ready?”

Wynd found herself in the familiar position of being bound spread eagle in some sort of circular frame. She had always incorporated this position for her knife throwing routine, though obviously, it didn’t involve the tight, unyielding corset, which so ‘kindly’ enhanced her curvaceous form. She grimaced and weakly tugged against the tight cuffs, which were painfully taut and stretching her curvy form to keep her struggles to slight trembles and weak writhing. Desperately, she tried once again to use her powers against Mesmero, her mind focusing on sending him flying into the back wall.... with absolutely no result. She growled in frustration now, realizing just how helpless she was, those deep brown eyes of hers narrowed in defiance.

“Nngh! I’ll never be broken or tamed by the likes of you!”

Mesmero couldn’t help but chuckle. “I must admit it. I secretly hoped once I hypnotized you that there would remain much of your natural defiance. It will make your transformation that much more satisfying. Rest assured my dear Wynd, by the time you are through with all thirteen phases of my wheel, I will have you as gentle as a mewling kitten, obedient and eager to please.

“So...let us begin your journey.”

With that, Darke grasped the outer ring and gave it a gentle push, setting the concentric rings in motion. He marveled at Wynd’s form as she turned over and spun sideways and every which way, her blonde curls rising and falling as the center ring made its arcing rotations. When it finally came to a stop, Wynd was pretty much right back in the position she started from, only at a slight angle so that she was facing upward.

Mesmero looked up at the painted wheel and grinned.

“Ah, this is your lucky day. You get to start with something pleasurable.”

He went to a large ornate mahogany cabinet that stood against one all and opened it. From her position Wynd could not see the contents and when Dark approached her, she strained to see what he held in his hand.

Mesmero held up a small glass vial and unscrewed the rubber tipped eyedropper. Without a word he held the dropper just an inch above the erect nipple of her right breast and released a single drop. Then he did the same with the other. After a quick glance into her eyes, he smiled and moved down towards her crotch.

With one finger he pulled down the front of her panties and squeezed a drop at the top of her slit and watched as it seeped inside.

“This is very special oil. Very, very expensive. It’s only available from a Chinese apothecary in Shanghai. In a few short seconds this oil will enhance the sensitivity of the parts of your body that are already the most sensitive. I think you are in for a treat, my dear Wynd.

Wynd’s defiant stare was only broken when Mesmero dropped a bit of that oil on her first nipple, then the second. She watched now as the oil slowly seeped into her skin, coating the sensitive skin completely. She then felt him now pulling at the waistband of her panties before dropping another drop onto her tight sex, before pulling the panties back up a little tighter to make sure her lower lips were slightly outlined in the delicate material. She cursed softly at her foe, anguished over what he had just used against her.

“I regret that I must leave you now so I can slip into something more comfortable, so you’ll have a moment or two to enjoy the experience in peace.”

Mesmero left the room.

She watched then as Mesmero left with that confident stride of his, obviously enjoying her torment as she stayed stretched out on that frame of his. Her dark brown eyes couldn’t help but stare up and down his body even as he left, her mind still exposed to his earlier hypnotic commands. Now that he was gone, she couldn’t help but think only of him, and his perfect body. Her nipples were visibly hard, her sex glistening with arousal... and worst yet, both areas were becoming incredibly sensitive. She realized now that he had pulled up her panties a bit tighter not just to show off her lower lips, but also to make sure she felt every little movement of the delicate material against her tight sex. Every minute motion made her softly gasp, with only one person still on her mind.

“UnnhGnm.. Mmn...!”

Mesmero paused behind the thick curtain after he left Wynd alone in the room. It was only a ploy so that he could peek out of her line of sight and watch how her body reacted to his erotic oil. He was more than pleased.

Wynd was writhing on the circular rack, eyes shut tight, biting her lip and whimpering as the oil began to react with the heat of her tight little body. He had once tried the oil on himself, a single drop on the head of his penis and he nearly climaxed in seconds. He could only imagine the sensations that his captive beauty was experiencing, especially between her quivering thighs.

Darke removed his clothes and donned a flowing crimson robe. Then he began to stroke his cock as he watched and when he nearly brought himself to release he stopped. Then he re-entered the room and walked right up to Wynd’s tightly bound form.

“I know the oil is driving you mad with desire. I would even hazard a guess that you might desire nothing more than to have me drive my spike into you and relieve some of that burning and itching? Beg for it and I may consider it.”

Wynd was heavily panting; her breasts were rising and falling quickly now as she found herself wanting so badly to cum, hating how she needed him for pleasure and release. Her eyes lustfully looked up at her hated foe, her nemesis as he mocked her, her eyes now trailing down from his glance to his throbbing, hard cock. The oil was far too powerful to resist, and she whimpered in hesitation, trying hopelessly to keep from begging.

“UMmmnGh... Mmngh... I... I need your cock...” She almost whispered, trying to stay somehow defiant, to keep from begging, to give in completely to her captor.

Mesmero was tempted to simply plunge his stiff erection into Wynd’s moist slit, but once again he held back. He knew from experience that anticipation was just as sweet as the final release and in fact enhanced all the more. Besides, he could not let his captive beauty off so easily. So instead he took her protruding nipples in his fingertips and gave them a gentle squeeze.

Wynd cried out in pleasure. “NnNgAhHHHHhHHnN!!”

She would have arched her back a bit more if she weren’t so tightly stretched across that X-frame of his, as waves of powerful, undeniable pleasure coursed through her body. Her hips were gyrating a bit, grinding gently up against her wet panties now, as she tried to pleasure herself in vain. She could only tease herself bound like this, and on top of it, she couldn’t climax without his permission.

“nNGhmm. MMmn... B—bastard..!” She cursed out at him... still needing his cock, wanting so badly to drive herself down upon it... “Mmngh.. P—please...” She softly began to whisper now...

Darke pressed the tip of his cock achingly close to Wynd’s panty-covered crotch, relishing the way she attempted to press against him and urge him inside.

“I’m sorry, my dear, you have not earned the privilege yet. Let’s give the wheels another spin instead shall we?”

With that, Mesmero gave Wynd’s hard nipples one last tweak and then stepped away from the contraption to give it a spin. Right before he started it, he took a moment to savor the look of Wynd’s frustrated expression.

Then the wheels began to spin and turn and swing. When it stopped Wynd was now facing away from him so that he had a wonderful view of her backside. Her ass cheeks were so inviting

He glanced up at the painted wheel and an evil smile curled up on his lips. Like an old time villain he stroked the corner of his pointed mustache and went back to his cabinet. This time he brought out a cat-o-nine tails.

Wynd strained to turn her head but he kept the whip just out her sight. He took a position directly behind her and with the practiced hand of an expert with many hours of experience, he made a delicate flick of his wrist and let loose the first salvo.

SWWWWWIIISHHHHPP!!!

“AHHHnNNNnn!!!”

Wynd bit her lip to try and stifle her cry of pain as the whip connected with her curvy, tight rear; the tightly pulled up panties offering no protection to her backside. Most of the material was wedged up much like a thong, displaying her body even better than before. Even worse about the whip was, it made her struggle, her hips shifting this way and that with each crack of the whip, making her grind her extra sensitive sex against the material of her panties... the pleasure quickly following the pain.

“MmMngh.. Nnmm.... UNnghm...!” she softly groaned out as she continued to pant heavily...

Mesmero reveled perversely at the sight of Wynd’s body tensing up and her quivering buttocks. The faint red welts were already beginning to show from the initial strike. He couldn’t hold back, he let loose with another.

SWWWWIPPPP!

Then another.

“I told you my love. Sometimes pleasure...sometimes pain. The Wheels will show no mercy either way.”

THWWWISSSSS!

The cuffs gave no measure no matter how much the succulent blond beauty yanked and squirmed. Her psychic abilities were indeed useless. He could do anything he wanted to her. The feeling of power was immeasurable.

He gritted his teeth and let loose another flick of the ‘tails. Wynd squealed but Darke could not tell if it was indeed a squeal of pain or pleasure. For good measure he let loose with three in succession, aiming the last one expertly so that it would curl up between her legs and lash her quivering pussy.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhNNN!!”

She cried out loudly, her voice filling the chamber as she tensed up, feeling the whip lapping at her extra sensitive lower lips. Her head hung down limply after those three successive lashes, her breasts continuing to rise and fall slowly as her arms hung limply in those leather cuffs. She felt totally and utterly defeated at that point, her body aching all over, yet still yearning for that pleasure. She wondered how much more she would have to endure, and what the other symbols could possibly hold in store for the young heroine. She also wondered how many before her were similarly strapped into the Wheel.

“NnMmghm.. Nngh... I... I’ll get you...” she softly managed gasped out...

Mesmero watched and waited as his captive gasped and squirmed on the rack. He waited for just the right moment, allowing her to believe that he was finished, and then he unleashed another sting across her taut backside.

Then another... and then once more.

He was truly finished now. Like its namesake, the Cat-O-Nine Tails had unleashed nine cruel scratches. It was just enough to drive his victim to the edge. Anymore would be gauche. He put the whip away and took a moment to admire the searing red stripes across Wynd’s beautiful ass. Then without further ado he set the Wheel of Fate in motion once again.

“...And the Wheel turns again...and what will fate have in store for my dear Wynd next?”

Wynd’s eyes fluttered shut briefly as she spun now. The psychic heroine had never felt so weak, so dominated by a single foe. She helplessly felt the cool breeze on her exposed nipples as she spun; now slowing down once again to see what torture she’d have to endure this time.

When the wheel stopped Wynd was positioned almost vertically and facing downward. Mesmero looked at the wheel of symbols and went to his cabinet once again. Then he approached Wynd and leaned close admiring the way her plump breasts hung downward.

“Tsk, tsk, what a shame for you. Two in a row.”

When Wynd turned her head up to glare at him, he held up a thin silver chain with two metal clips, one at each end of the chain, as if taunting her with it.

Wynd heard the jingling of the small chain links in his hand, her eyes looking up at the clips, which glistened in the soft candle lighting he had about the room. She knew this definitely wasn’t going to be fun with that strange Chinese oil still keeping her incredibly sensitive. Her mind was quickly becoming aware of how she had been put in the position of his ‘assistant’ of sorts, another slap to the face of the psychic heroine/performer. The psychic was one of the few female lead performers of the 1930s, and prided herself on not being eye candy that the male audience members could ogle while she handed the male lead his tools of the trade. Now, she had been completely relegated to that role, albeit for a smaller audience, and for a far more risque show of sorts.

“Nnmm... Let me go, you bastard...”

“Are you bored already, my love?” Darke chuckled. “We still have ten more spins! Perhaps this will entice you to stay the course.”

Mesmero took great care to place one clip on each of Wynd’s hard nipples. He enjoyed how she winced and tried to keep from showing discomfort. He admired her resolve but pledged to show no mercy to his new “assistant”. Once the clips were in place he placed a finger on the low end of the sagging chain and gave it a gentle downward tug to make sure they were firmly in place.

“I regret to inform you that these will remain for the remainder of your journey. I’ve been told...by others... that one gets used to it, but I get the feeling that due to your already sensitive psychic nature in concert with my oil, it may be a bit of an ordeal.

“I will tell you that from my perspective it looks spectacular on you. Tell me how does it feel for you?” Darke taunted the captive beauty.

Wynd sharply breathed in as she felt each clip now biting down on her sensitive nipples. She visibly tensed up now, feeling the clips hardly yielding at all, and simply painfully squeezing her already super sensitive nipples with no mercy. She was somewhat proud that she hadn’t cried out in pain after he secured those nipple clamps; this small victory was short lived as she softly groaned out when he tugged on the glistening chain.

“NMmngh..!”

She still looked at him with fiery, albeit tired eyes... a bit of lust still hazing her judgment. She still found him incredibly attractive in a physical sense, her mind still bound by his earlier commands and hypnotic suggestions.

“Nothing to say? Well then, we might as well get on with it. Let’s have another spin shall we?”

Mesmero stepped back and set the wheels in motion. He watched the symbol anxiously to see where the arrow would point next. The device was so much fun to use. Every sequence was different. Sometimes the pleasure and pain alternated, other times it was all pleasure then all pain and vice versa.

When the wheel stopped Wynd was now positioned facing and her crotch pointing right at him. Darke grinned and went to his cabinet to retrieve his next item. He was as giddy as a schoolboy.

He brought over a cylindrical metal object that was domed on one end and about 2 inches in diameter. He grasped it with one hand and used the other to turn a key at the flat base. Then he approached his captive, staring into her eyes as he gently tugged her panties down, slowly inserted the cylinder into her moist opening and then released the switch.

A gentle buzzing could now be heard in the room and Darke delighted in seeing Wynd gasp and tense up. He made certain her panties were re-secured so that the object would not escape its snug fit.

Wynd not only gasped out, but now her hips were gyrating much like that of an erotic dancer’s. She hopelessly tried some how to dislodge that phallus, but with her legs firmly spread out, and her panties holding the cylinder in place, she didn’t have a chance. Each and every little shudder of that device drove her mad with pleasure, her sensitive and soaked sex tightly milking the device, as it gently rubbed up against her most sensitive spots.

“UNnnnnnnnGHh... AhHnnnm... Y—you can’t do this to me..!”

She softly groaned out, unsure how much more of this she could possibly take. Her pleasure continued to build, an orgasm quickly building within her... yet she knew, she couldn’t cum without his permission.

Without further thought, Mesmero spun the wheel, sending the blond heroine off into spins and twirls. He decided Wynd needed to be taught a little lesson. Normally he would have removed the phallus after a few nerve-wracking minutes, but instead he would leave it until the wind up mechanism wound down by itself. With her psychic abilities he knew she would need a little extra convincing.

He checked the symbol as the wheel came to a stop and noted Wynd’s new position. She was now horizontal with her body facing up and the top of her head facing toward him.

Darke thrilled as he was hoping for this one. This time however there was no need for a trip to the cabinet. He simply stepped forward to position himself just above Wynd’s head and seized her by her flaxen locks to yank her head back. This caused her to gasp in surprise. He took quick advantage of the opportunity to pull the front fold of his robe aside and stuff his erection into her mouth.

Wynd found herself now pleasuring him orally once again, though she hardly had a choice in the matter. She was definitely less eager to please him than earlier, when she had to from that trigger phrase of his. He still tasted wonderful, and the mere touch from his cock to her lips almost made her tremble. Soft moans barely escaped her mouth as she felt that vibrating device beginning to slow, to tease... leaving her so terribly hot and wanting.

“MMmMMmpH... MMm!!”

Mesmero grew ever bolder in his urges and molestations of his rival performer. It thrilled him to no end that the once arrogant mistress of the magic arts was now at his mercy.

He gazed down at her as she serviced him and reveled at the sensations of his cock in her hot wet mouth. Her whimpers were also arousing him even more and so he decided to grasp the chain attached to the nipples clips and give it a sharp tug to see what sort of reaction he would get from Wynd.

“MMMmmmmmmmmNNn!!”

Wynd groaned out loudly as she felt the sharp pain in her nipples from the tug. She tried helplessly to pull away from Mesmero now, but the once powerful heroine was still so completely and utterly helpless.

Darke took great delight in thrusting his cock several more times down Wynd’s throat for good measure, to show her who was truly the Master and who was the pet. Once again he waited and let the tension build until just the moment before he would climax and then he simply pulled away and set the wheels spinning again.

He admired the whimper and subtle look of disappointment on her face when he stepped away, and then the blush as she realized how she appeared to him. Despite the fact she was his enemy and rival, his hypnotic suggestions were still doing their work and there was still an instinctive desire for him that Wynd could not fight.

When the wheel stopped, Wynd was facing him but now she was upside down. With a devilish grin he approached her and positioned himself before he reached into her panties and removed the still-buzzing phallus. Instead of replacing the coverlet over her groin however he kept it tucked to one side. Then he leaned forward and stabbed her slit with his tongue.

“UNnGh, AhHHhhh!!”

She gasped out as she felt his tongue now sliding along her sensitive outer folds. Her sex was soaked, and with that oil which had kept her horribly sensitive, she was so close to a climax. His warm, wet tongue felt incredible, as she felt herself now beginning to tense up, quickly nearing that brink before an orgasm.

Her arms and legs visibly flexed against those leather cuffs now as she was so close to climaxing, her thighs in particular trying so hopelessly to squeeze together. She knew that she wanted to cum so badly, yet she also knew that it was a sign of defeat, a sign of submission to his torture...

“MmNgh... OHhhh... Nngh..!!”

Sensing Wynd’s reactions and feeling the tension in her thighs and between her legs, Darke was encouraged to step up the intensity of his oral ministrations. He knew that his captive was on the verge of climaxing but unable to do so without his command or consent.

He lapped and tongued her pink walls and then turned his tortures to the inflamed bulb of her clitoris. Without even looking up he reached for the chain between her heaving breasts and once again gave it a sharp tug to keep her attention.

Wynd moaned out loudly, her erotic moans and soft groans filling the room. She should have easily climaxed by now, the pleasure surpassing anything she’d ever felt before... only the release never came. She instead just felt more and more pleasure, the sensations building and continuing to build. Then she felt that harsh tug on her nipples once again, to make her cry out. The curvaceous blonde was trembling... shivering in her tight, unyielding bondage, keeping her totally in check while her cries of pleasure echoed in the chamber.

“UNnnnnnnGh.... OHhhhhhhhhhhh..... G—god..!!! Let me cuuuuum...!!” She finally cried out, her perfect form pulling harshly on those leather cuffs, almost shaking the frame itself.

YES! Darke thought, giving Wynd one last tongue-lashing before he stood up to gaze down on her writhing form. Her words had revealed that Wynd was finally succumbing to his erotic tortures. Most others had given in after only the first or second spin.

She looked exquisite, quivering lips parted, eyes half closed, her perfect breasts rising and falling, a sheen of perspiration covering her entire body. She was primed for whatever he wished.

Mesmero decided that his pet deserved a little treat. He whispered, “The Wynd has become a Tempest.”

Wynd cried out as she came powerfully, her glistening body trembling once again as she was overwhelmed by waves of unwanted pleasure. Her perfect form tensed up, her eyes closing, her hands balled up into fists as she moaned loudly.

“OHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! Yesssss!”

She pulled weakly on those leather cuffs hard as she shivered and trembled through the aftershocks; the psychic heroine physically and mentally drained by this torture. Her head hung low, her facial expressions partially covered by blond curls as she simply panted heavily; her full breasts quickly rising and falling, her nipples visibly hard, her body completely spent.

“What’s the matter my dear? You look spent already! We’re just getting started!” Darke taunted the Mistress of Magic. Then Mesmero set the wheels in motion again, secretly enjoying the soft whimper that Wynd muttered, as she was set into the whirlwind turns. When the contraption stopped Wynd was facing him.

Darke checked the symbol wheel and went to his cabinet. He brought out an ornately decorated box and opened it before his captive. Inside was a set of long silver needles.

“These are ancient acupuncture needles, but not exactly the sort you may be familiar with. The Wheel has smiled upon you Wynd. These will definitely perk up your energy.”

Mesmero took a handle of the needles and set about placing them in pinpoint spots on various parts of Wynd’s lithe form. Two on each breast near the nipples, three on her abdomen, four near her groin, and the rest spread around other parts of her torso.

The needles were created to enhance the natural energy of the subject. In Wynd’s case, being a psychic, the needles would provide even more of a boost, and in turn her body would become a virtual live wire. He looked forward to seeing how the beautiful blond would react to the rest of the Wheel’s erotic tortures.

Wynd knew she wouldn’t have the option to mercifully pass out now. She was being forced to endure the full length of tortures Mesmero had in store for her. She felt fully rested by those strange acupuncture needles, despite her lengthy, erotic torment. She twisted and turned in that X-frame now.... her head still trained somewhat downwards, yet she shot a fairly cold glare at her foe. She knew she had to try and resist, that she had to try and keep him from getting the full satisfaction of defeating her.

The psychic tried to attack her foe in a new way now; She lifted a nearby side table using her powers and quickly tried to send it flying across the room towards her foe. Suddenly, it came to a complete stop, only inches before her intended target and dropped to the ground with a clatter.

“Nmm... Bastard...”

“Valiant effort, my pet, but you may as well resign yourself to the fact that I own you now. By succumbing to my hypnotic trap your powers are useless against me.

“Shall we resume our fun and games then?” Darke laughed. He checked a nearby clock to make certain the needles had been in place for the proper amount of time and then slowly removed them one by one, saving the ones near the nipples for last. He couldn’t resist giving the nipple chain another tug and watching Wynd squirm with discomfort.

Once he put the needles away in the box and returned it to the cabinet, he came back and turned the Wheel of Fate. As Wynd twisted and turned in the machine, Darke watched the symbols with anticipation. When it stopped Wynd’s back was toward him. He giggled with glee and practically skipped to the cabinet.

“Oh I think you are going to get a real thrill out of this!”

When he returned he held a string of 1-inch diameter glass balls, which had been soaked in a jar of heated oil. With great care he set about inserting them one by one into Wynd’s resistant anus.

The Mistress of Magic hated how he called her “his pet”, but she didn’t have much time to dwell on that thought. Wynd gasped out and slightly arched her back, feeling those warmed spheres slipping into her rear one by one. The sensations were unique, each ball slipping in after a moment of resistance, making her gasp out each time.

“UNnmgh... AhHHn... Mmngh...!”

She softly gasped out, definitely having not really experienced anything in her rear before. The warmed oil felt oddly soothing of sorts, an odd sense of pleasure slowly beginning to resonate within her. Soon, all the spheres were inside of her, her tight, curvy rear weakly wriggling back and forth as she continued to squirm.

Once Darke made certain the last glass bead was inside his nemesis, he took a moment to admire the way her backside jiggled and squirmed from the anal invasion and the sound of her moans was intoxicating. His cock was as hard as steel now.

“Yes, I think you like that. I do believe you are finally warming up to The Wheel of Fate and its delights,” Mesmero taunted. “Let us not waste a moment longer to see what’s next for you!”

The wheel was turned and after several dizzying revolutions, it stopped so that Wynd was again facing up with her booted feet pointing right at Mesmero.

“Ah! One of my favorites!” Mesmero exclaimed gleefully. He gathered a few items from his cabinet and tucked them into a pocket in his robe, as the next phase of the session would require more than one hand.

He approached Wynd and unbuckled the cuff of her right foot and removed her boot after un-lacing it. Then he replaced her ankle in the cuff and re-buckled it tightly. Now her pretty foot was bare and exposed. He took a moment to admire its curve and softness.

“Are you ready my dear?”

Wynd really wasn’t sure what was in store for her, now that her boot had been pulled off of her foot. She glanced ‘up’ at her foe, her hair hanging down, her eyes glancing at his pocket, wondering what he had in store for her. Somehow, she was pretty sure he wasn’t going to give her a foot massage or pedicure.

“Do you really think you’ll get away with this...?”

Jonathan Darke grinned like a jackal. He spent the next half hour using an arsenal of delicate instruments to tickle the psychic enchantress’s foot. He loved how her petite foot arched and tensed when he ran the spiked wheel along the length of the entire sole. He used the raven’s feather to find her most sensitive spots. He pulled and pinched her pretty toes and even took the opportunity to lick and suckle every one.

Darke considered himself an expert in the art of driving his lovers insane with ecstasy with his foot fetish tortures, and Wynd would be no exception.

Nnhgmn... AHhhhhhHHhh!!”

The curvaceous blond psychic continued to squirm and gasp out, totally caught by surprise of how sensitive her foot was. She had never felt anything like the short spikes of pain from the pinwheel; nor the gentle flicks of a raven’s feather along her soles and arch of her foot. She continued to erotically gyrate and writhe in that frame, likely to the Master Hypnotist’s glee.

She found it was becoming increasingly difficult to ignore his charming looks and calm, composed demeanor, particularly as he continued to inflict pleasure upon her helpless form. Her mind was fighting a losing battle with his hypnotic suggestions.

“As much as I would like to spend all evening on your dainty foot, my dear Wynd, we must continue the journey”

Instead of replacing Wynd’s boot, he simply left her foot bare and returned his foot torture items to their proper place in the cabinet. When he returned to turn the wheel he took a moment to savor Wynd’s condition. He enjoyed how she still squirmed and struggled in the circular frame, no doubt helped by the oils, the needles, the clamps still firmly attached to her pink nipples and the glass beads still firmly in place in her most sensitive orifice. She looked exquisite.

Darke turned the wheels and waited. When it stopped, Wynd was vertical and facing him, that cold glare of defiance still on her angelic face. He was amused to see which symbol had been pointed to. It was time for one of his favorite past times, and Wynd would be a wonderful accomplice.

In the cabinet he removed a few items and set about to prepare and cook a glass pipe with a variety of opiates, many of which were introduced to him by courtesans he met in his travels throughout Asia and the Orient.

When it was fully prepared he approached Wynd and without any warning he seized her nose and pinched her nostrils shut. Then he took a deep inhale from the pipe, let its sweet vapors fill his lungs and then placed his mouth on his captive’s lips, sealing it so that he could exhale the smoke into her mouth.

Wynd was already softly panting as the wheel came to a stop. She watched her foe now take out a pipe and take a long hit, smirking confidently as he approached her. Her eyes grew wide as he suddenly pinched her nose, and kissed her deeply, exhaling the wispy smoke into her mouth. She was forced to breathe it in, and without any warning she began coughing a bit. Of course, she wasn’t sure if he was doing this on purpose, but her powers depended on the clarity of her mind. Opiates weakened her further, and she probably wouldn’t be able to use her powers effectively if she was exposed to enough of the drug...

“NnngHm... Unngh... W—why are you doing this to me...?”

“Simply put my angel, my sole purpose here is to possess you,” Jonathan Darke explained, his face inches from hers. “You are the most exquisite creature I have ever known. When I see something I desire, I must have it. The Wheel of Fate is only a means to that end. When you have completed your journey you will be mine completely.”

Darke smoked up the rest of the opium and then put the pipe away before telling Wynd, “Take heart my pet, you are more than half way on your journey. Let’s not tarry any longer...”

Mesmero set the rings in motion and stood back. He bristled with excitement and arousal when he saw the symbol and Wynd’s horizontal position, giving him a wonderful view of her crotch. He went to the cabinet and brought out another phallic object, but this one was a solid mold of fine crystal glass. Upon further inspection the shaft was shaped into a corkscrew form and in the round base was an indention designed for a finger to be inserted.

The dark magician removed Wynd’s panty bottoms completely now and tucked them into his robe as a souvenir. Then he gleefully eased the phallus into her sopping wet slit, reveling in the groans and writhing of his new plaything. Then he paused a bit to take measure of the captive heroine before he finally inserted his index finger into the indention at the base. A perverse grin grew across his goatee’d face as he began the slow torturous turning of the object, knowing how the corkscrew shape would erotically fill and rub every inch of her overly sensitive inner walls.

Back and forth he turned the dial, each turn creating a distinctly new sensation...all followed closely by Wynd’s loud passionate moans.

Each little turn felt absolutely incredible. Her hips gyrated in tempo with the rotation of that strangely shaped device, and she felt every little inch of that phallus as it corkscrewed into her. Her body was hyper sensitive not only from that oil he had used to begin her torture, but also from the previous orgasm she had just endured moments before. She cried out in sheer, untamed pleasure now, her eyes half shut, her mouth lewdly open as she gasped and panted, the heroine truly looking defeated for one of the first times in her life.

“UNnnnnnnnnnGhHn... OHhhhhhhhhh!! Y—yessssss.....!”

Darke took great delight in stimulating the Mistress of Magic. The power he felt knowing he finally had the woman of his darkest sexual fantasies in his possession to do with as he wished was so arousing that he felt like his cock would erupt at any moment. He could hardly wait any longer for the moment that he would take her fully and completely.

He gave the phallus several more turns for good measure and then eased it out excruciatingly slow to make sure Wynd felt every inch. Then he turned the Wheel of Fate again and while Wynd turned topsy-turvy, he replaced the glass phallus in the cabinet.

When Mesmero returned to the Wheel Wynd’s back was turned to him again. He smirked and immediately brought out a paddle finished in black lacquer. The dark magician wasted no time in delivering the first of many stinging blows upon Wynd’s luscious bare bottom. The thought that the glass beads were still inserted firmly inside the crevice of her ass with only the silver ring pull visible thrilled him even more.

Wynd groaned out loudly now, each loud “TWAP!” of the paddle on her tight rear making her squirm helplessly, as well as clench around every glass bead which was still buried deep within her. She helplessly struggled, the warming pain on her rear only growing with time on her sensitive, glistening, and struggling form. She had lost count of how many times she had spun around, how many more tortures he could possibly have in store for her, and how much more of this she could take.

“UNnnnnnnnNNnnffF!!” She groaned, now biting down on her lip to try and stifle her groans of pain. She knew he was enjoying every minute of this, that her body was completely his at this point. After one last explosive swat for good measure, Jonathan Darke paused to catch his breath and take in the glorious sight of Wynd’s reddened backside. To him nothing was more beautiful than two perfectly round globes that were heated up pink by a rousing spanking.

“How was that for you, my obedient pet?” Mesmero taunted. Before even waiting for an answer he turned the Wheel of Fate and returned the paddle to its rightful place. He waited there until the wheels stopped. A shot of adrenaline coursed through his veins when the symbol was revealed. Perfect.

Mesmero took a thick leather collar from the cabinet and went right to Wynd who was now facing him. With a devilish grin he held the slave collar up with one finger through the chain ring and dangled it before her eyes.

Wynd’s eyes grew wide at the sight of the leather collar, which was being held up before her. It was a sign of complete defeat and submission, and the mere sight of it made her struggle with a bit of renewed vigor. She gritted her teeth and growled softly, her curvaceous form still tense and fully stretched out before the Master Hypnotist, perfectly on display like a trophy of his.

“nNghm.. Put that on me, and I’ll really make you pay,” Wynd managed to say menacingly, her limbs and toned body visually flexing and tensing, as she pulled hard on those cuffs, wanting so badly to break free.

“Oh rest assured you will wear it, my pet,” Darke chuckled. “And you will wear it like a good little slave.”

Without further ado, Mesmero moved Wynd’s flaxen curls aside and encircled her slender neck with the thick collar. He buckled it securely despite the straining and thrashing of his captive plaything.

“Very nice fit,” Darke commented with perverse amusement. “Tell me Wynd, how does it feel around your pretty neck?”

Wynd softly growled, feeling that leather collar tightly buckled around her slender throat, seemingly sealing her fate as his plaything. Her defiant stare looked almost silly, as she laid on the X-frame, tightly cuffed, clad in only a corset, which only accentuated her body and left nothing to the imagination. Now that she was collared, the ensemble seemed complete, her defeat total, her body and mind his.

She still managed to keep her will to resist, to fight with every ounce of strength she had left, even though in the back of her mind, she realized she was completely dominated.

“Nnghm... Once I break free of this, I’m going to make sure you spend the rest of your life in the darkest, filthiest cell imaginable.”

“Ah, I forgot to mention one thing. Once you wear this collar, you are no longer allowed to make any more petty threats. Is that understood?” Darke informed Wynd with a challenging tone in his voice. It was as if he was daring her to make one more idle threat, and deeply hoping that she would.

Wynd glared coldly at her foe. It was really quite clear she wasn’t going to listen to Mesmero’s command, and she was going to take the bait that he so kindly set before her.

“You’ll spend the rest of your life rotting in some dark corner of a federal prison when I break free,” Wynd said coldly, glaring at her foe while still collared, that metallic ring on the leather collar glimmering along with the chains on her now almost numb nipples. The blond psychic looked perfect in this position, a model slave that would be the envy of any villain or villainess.

Jonathan Darke smiled, thrilled that Wynd had so predictably taken the bait. Now he had the perfect excuse to use one of his favorite cabinet items. He had surreptitiously tucked it into his robe when he acquired the collar and now he brought it out to show his new mistress.

“I warned you,” Mesmero grinned lasciviously as he held up a huge black rubber ball with a leather strap and buckle attached. “Now open wide!”

Wynd’s eyes grew wide, seeing that large black ball gag. She absolutely hated those things; the way they lewdly stretched her lips into a wide, ‘o’ shape, how they forced her to drool a bit, how they were yet another sign of submission and helplessness. She shook her head a bit, trying now to keep her mouth closed as she shot him a fairly threatening glance.

This was always Jonathan Darke’s favorite part of gagging his victims. Stuffing the large ball into the mouth while they struggled to resist the bitter-tasting intrusion. When they were stubborn, he resorted to trickery as he did now when Wynd refused to accept the ebony orb. He gave her nipples clamp chain a sharp tug, causing her to cry out and then swiftly placed the ball into the open maw.

The look on Wynd’s face was priceless as he began to strap on the gag. He was aroused by that glare and the red-faced humiliation on the mistress of magic. And so while she grunted and complained, he cinched the strap tight and buckled it securely behind her neck.

He stood back to take in the sight. Wynd, blond hair tousled over her angelic face, lips sealed and spread into a perfect ‘O’, eyes aflame with female fury. His cock was harder than ever.

“And now my dear Wynd, the final spin. Are you ready? Here we go!”

“MmNnPh!”

She softly groaned out now from behind the gag, softly cursing at her foe in the process. Of course, only muffled mews came out as she spun, and slowly came to a halt. She was somewhat relieved that this was the final spin, and that she had somehow managed to get through the previous tortures without fully submitting to her foe.

Mesmero did not even have to look up to check the symbol wheel. His machine always ended the same way. He was face to face now with his captive mistress.

“Well my dear, I must commend you on your journey on The Wheel of Fate. None of my...previous mistresses... made it past six spins. Of course they did not have the strength and power that you have. I needed someone who was up to the task. That is why I used our mutual ‘friend’ Catseye as bait to lure you into my lair.”

“MmnNm... uk oo!” Wynd managed to speak somewhat through her gag, cursing out at her foe as she sent him that cold stare. A bit of spit was now running down onto her bared breasts as she weakly tugged on her leather cuffs; squirming, twisting and writhing before him.

“Yes, that’s right,” Darke laughed when he saw Wynd’s eyes widen with outrage. “I had the pleasure of getting very closely acquainted with your sister heroine. Perhaps I will regale you details of our meeting another time. This is your moment, and I won’t tarry any longer”

Mesmero went to his cabinet to retrieve the final item of erotic torture. The device was yet another phallus, but this one was more elaborate than the others. It was purple in color and molded from thick rubber into the exact look and size of a large penis. The faux-penis was attached to an exotic-looking contraption that had a handgrip and cross-braced extension devices, all fastened together with an intricate series of wires, wheels, pistons and pulleys.

Darke buckled the leather straps attached to the device onto his forearm and then slipped his fingers into the wooden handgrip. Then he squeezed it once so Wynd could see what it did. He grinned when he saw her look of fear and awe as the phallus churned back and forth in a piston motion.

Wynd looked on, trying to hide the fact that she was indeed a bit intimidated by that device. It wasn’t a matter of if he was going to use it on her; the question was how long he planned to do so. She struggled weakly, the leather squeaking a bit as she pulled at it for what seemed to be the hundredth time. Still softly cursing, she weakly wriggled her hips, her toned thighs also visibly flexing as she tried in vain to press them together.

“Mmnghn.. Mmn... oo uther uker! i unna kiw oo!”

Darke was amused by Wynd’s continued defiance. It was time now to show his once arrogant rival her proper place. She would soon know the meaning of the words compliance...obedience...submission.

“Since you are the first to make it to the end of my Wheel of Fate, you’ll be pleased to know that you will be the first to experience my pleasure device,” Darke informed her with a twinkle of mischief in his eye. “Yes, indeed it will make its maiden voyage into your love canal. Are you ready my sweet?”

Wynd looked at the sheer length of the device, wondering if she could take that whole thing inside of her tight, soaked sex. She continued to weakly writhe, her hips wriggling this way and that as she continued to softly mew from her gag. The corset was stifling, keeping her body’s struggles to mini squirms; her breasts rising and falling fairly quickly.

“MmNnMph...!”

Mesmero took perverse pleasure in watching Wynd writhe on his Wheel of Fate rack. She was a sight to behold; more beautiful than any other mistress he ever “entertained” in his lair. The fact that she had powerful psychic abilities and that he had conquered them was even more satisfying.

Now was the moment he would really set about to taming his anxious pet. He reached between her legs and inserted two fingers inside her, to make certain she was nice and moist down there. Then he spread her lips apart a bit to insert the head of his monstrous phallus.

With a devil’s grin he took his sweet time to plunge it inside Wynd’s tight pink canal, making sure she felt every oiled inch of it.

Wynd gasped out softly, her body visibly tense and writhing before Mesmero as he now slipped that phallus deeper and deeper into her with a satisfied and perverse grin. She slightly arched her back a bit more, her breasts already thrust out before her as she bit down on her ball gag, trying to stifle her moans and whimpers of unwanted pleasure. Her tight sex was hyper sensitive now, from the mix of the oils he had used earlier and her previous, devastating orgasms.

“MmnNghmm..!!!”

“Brace yourself my pet,” Darke chuckled with glee. “Here comes the fun part.”

Mesmero squeezed the handgrip of his fuck machine and set the phallus into a slow thrusting motion. The ingenious device was designed so that the number of squeezes on the handgrip would determine the speed of the thrusts. It had the added feature of a throbbing sensation as it piston-ed back and forth.

In time, Darke gave the handgrip another single squeeze, then two to increase the speed a bit. When he felt the time was right, he squeezed it three times and watched with perverted fascination as it plunged in and out of Wynd’s soaked pussy.

“MmNph.. MmPh.. MmMn!! MmNfn!! UMmnf.!” She moaned out softly with each thrust from that device, her tight pussy now clenching around the shaft of that phallus as it piston-ed in and out deeply. She couldn’t resist the waves of pleasure, which were being forced upon her, her glistening, squirming form helplessly continuing to writhe as she softly moaned out behind her gag. She had become a mewing, helpless sex pet; sexual sensations now slowly becoming the only thing significant in her life...

“MmMnNnmMph..!!”

Jonathan Darke delighted to see that his plans were coming to fruition. The hypnotic gas, the trigger phrases, the erotic tortures of his Wheel of Fate, and now his machine had all combined to break down the defenses of his one time nemesis and transform her into his obedient pet...his sexual plaything...his fuck toy.

He increased the thrusts with multiple squeezes of the handgrip, sending his beautiful captive into a sexual frenzy, reveling in her squirms and struggles, her muffled squeals and whimpers of arousal...her grunts and groans of ecstasy. When he sensed that she was at the height of passion, he reached down between her legs and pulled the ring attached to the glass beads in her anus and tugged them out one by one while simultaneously giving her a furious series of thrusts with the throbbing phallus.

The powerful psychic would have come immediately after the first bead was pulled, if she were allowed to. She trembled in that tight bondage, her muffled moans now filling the room as she closed her eyes tightly. Mesmero grinned now as he watched her hips gently thrust back in time with the device he was using; the first real sign of the heroine completely breaking. She was eagerly fucking the machine now, wanting that release once again... craving the pleasure which accompanied her orgasms...

“MmmmmmmmmNNMMmPh..!!!”

Mesmero could sense it now. Wynd was now teetering on the edge of orgasmic madness. Her eyes were squeezed shut and he could tell she was biting down hard on the rubber ball crammed between her jaws. The Mistress of Magic was practically vibrating with sexual energy and her hips were meeting the quick thrusts of his phallic machine. Gone now was the arrogance, the defiance, the unbending spirit. She belonged to him now. He was her true Master now. There would be no need for trigger phrases any longer. From now on his pet would obey without question.

“The Wynd has become a tempest,” Darke whispered silkily into her ear for perhaps the last time.

Wynd came powerfully once again, the trigger phrase finally letting her cum. She coated the phallus with her juices, her sex clenching around the device tightly as she shuddered with pleasure. Even the gag barely contained her pleasure-filled cries, a line of spittle now running down onto her full breasts, as she cried out. She moaned out loudly as she came, her body finally going limp as she was finally mercifully allowed to pass out, the torments from the Wheel of Fate far too much for her to handle in one night. Her body finally went limp, glistening with a thin sheen of sweat, reeking of sex, and utterly spent. Her breasts slowly rose and fell as she finally let out one more moan of pleasure before her world went black.

“MmMmNn...”

Jonathan Darke, more sexually charged than ever, stood before the ravaged Wynd. Her total domination had been so complete and arousing that he could not help but stroke himself until he erupted with his own intense orgasm, grunting loudly in the echoing space while shooting long thick ropes of cum all over Wynd’s sweat covered torso. She was oblivious to it however, due to her orgasm and total sexual exhaustion, and that thrilled him to no end.

Then the dark magician took a moment to re-gather his senses before he set about his final tasks for the evening. With delicate care, he removed the clamps from her tenderized nipples. Then he removed the wrist and ankle cuffs one by one and finally the binding corset from Wynd’s torso. Then he carried the barely conscious Wynd like a gentle lover into his washroom and carefully bathed her from head to toe in warm soothing water.

Once finished Darke carried Wynd to his bed and laid her there, covering her with a warm blanket to let her slumber. She looked like an angel at peace.

Darke washed up afterwards and then returned to the bed to join his beautiful new mistress. As he curled up next to her warm body and gently fondled her, he whispered into her ear, “The Wynd storm has arrived.”

The Mistress of Magic rustled under the blankets and within moments she had mounted her lover and rode him into the night.

Darke smiled contentedly as his eager lover thrust upon him and filled the room with soft moans of passion and pleasure.

One Month Later – The Mystere Theatre

The Great Mesmero was in the final act of his latest performance, which featured his stunning new assistant, a flaxen haired voluptuary who was clad in a provocative costume; a torso-hugging black satin corset ensemble with lace trim at the cleavage. She wore a satin ribbon choker around her slender neck with lace gloves on her dainty hands. Her lace up stiletto ankle boots accentuated a stunning pair of legs encased in sexy fishnet stockings.

Wynd experienced a subtle sexual excitement by the reaction of the crowd, who “Ooh-ed” and “Aah-ed” at the sight of her. She had become intensely aroused onstage as her magical Master put her through the paces, the levitation trick, the knife throwing routine, and now the finale, an elaborate bondage death trap in which Wynd was cuffed, strapped, chained and gagged for good measure and then suspended upside down by a chain over a huge water tank!

Would she escape, the anxious crowd wondered in shock and anticipation? The atmosphere was highly charged in the vast theater. There was a tittering nervousness from the women. Many of the men in the audience found themselves experiencing a different form of anxiousness. They grew uncomfortably tight in the trousers while Wynd’s lithe form twisted and struggled in the glow of the spotlights.

In the end Wynd escaped the death trap, but not without much heart pounding suspense. The curtain fell as The Great Mesmero and his obedient assistant smiled and bowed dramatically. Darke was amused at how much a stunning distraction that Wynd was. His sleight of hand tricks were almost too easy to perform.

After the astounding finale the pair retired backstage to welcome various visitors and well-wishers. Wynd could not wait for the last one to leave and practically threw herself at Darke as the door closed. The two of them then rushed upstairs to the candle lit bedroom.

Wynd was so aroused by the rush and eroticism of the performance that she insisted her Master use all three of those special trigger phrases on her that evening.