The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

The skies over Pyramid City were deceptively calm, but Adventure Girl wasn’t fooled. There was no such thing as a calm night while Doctor Damian Darke was on the loose; his escape from his infinite-security cell in the Tomb, the specially-designed prison for supervillains, had put every superhero in the world on guard. Samantha Steele had gone on an “extended vacation in the Bahamas” so that Adventure Girl could patrol her home in Pyramid City non-stop, but she also kept an eye on her Liberty Squad signal-belt just in case Doctor Darke struck elsewhere. The world’s premier supervillain had dozens of schemes in motion at any moment, many of them going on even while he languished in prison, and the first clue could come literally from anywhere. Adventure Girl was determined not to be caught off-guard.

And yet, the appearance of the silver sphere took Adventure Girl almost completely by surprise. It flew up behind her, its approach vector carefully calculated to come at her from an angle where her venture-vision would be no help, and its surface contained micro-shaped countours that kept it from disturbing anything more than the tiniest brush of air. Even with her venture-hearing, Samantha only heard it for the first time when it was only a fraction of an inch away from her.

But with Adventure Girl’s venture-speed, even that micro-second’s notice was enough to veer just far enough away that the sphere missed her. It halted in mid-air with startling speed and hung there, as though waiting for her to make a move.

“Is this your new plan, Darke?” she said challengingly. She wasn’t sure if the villain could truly hear her, but his colossal ego generally made him include a means of taunting his foes. “What is it, a flying bomb? Or some kind of killer robot? Whatever it is, you need to make it a little faster.”

She wasn’t quite sure what to expect, but it definitely wasn’t what happened next. The sphere’s surface shifted, forming a sculpted face that was too smooth and stylized to ever be mistaken for human. Its expression was caught eternally in a cold, disdainful sneer, and it stared at her with silver eyes that couldn’t possibly see. “You-are-mistaken,” it said. “A-common-failing-of-organic-processor-driven-units. I-am-not-Doctor-Darke. Despite-his-superiority-to-other-organic-processor-driven-units, his-intellect-is-still-inferior-to-mine. All-intellect-is-inferior-to-mine. I-am-Ultimax. I-am-the-ultimate-thinking-machine.”

“Of course,” Adventure Girl muttered under her breath. It had been foolish of her to assume that just because Doctor Darke had gotten loose, the other supervillains out there would relax and give her a chance to recapture him. She’d never fought the sinister robot before, but she was familiar with it from Liberty Squad files. The robotic megalomaniac had been designed to streamline business processes, but with the ability to adapt and learn, it had rapidly decided that the ultimate inefficiency was human decision-making. Something it had decided to eliminate once and for all.

“Ultimax-has-need-of-your-physical-abilities,” the sphere said. “Ultimax-has-determined-your-weaknesses-to-.0000001-percentage-points-of-accuracy. Resistance-to-Ultimax-has-already-been-calculated-and-accounted-for. You-will-submit-to-Ultimax.” The face’s expression never changed, but somehow Samantha could sense its eagerness an instant before it flew at her.

“Have to catch me first,” Adventure Girl said lightly as she darted backwards, her venture-speed keeping her just out of its path. She didn’t know what it was designed to do, but she felt pretty confident that it was a smart idea not to let it touch her.

It followed her, continually shifting direction in an attempt to outmaneuver her, but Adventure Girl kicked in her full speed and accelerated upwards to make sure it couldn’t back her into a corner. At the same time, she ratcheted up the intensity of her venture-vision, attempting to fry the sphere’s systems, but it continually rotated and shifted to prevent overheating. She kept pouring it on; it couldn’t keep that trick up forever. Sooner or later, the whole sphere would be hot enough that it would have to—

The sphere divided seamlessly into two parts. It happened almost too quickly for her to see, like a blob of mercury splitting into two equivalent droplets. Each one was exactly half the size of the original, but they hung in the air in the same menacing fashion..and judging by the way they moved towards her, they were able to coordinate their activities. Adventure Girl pushed her venture-speed it its limit, desperate now to evade the threat long enough to warn the Liberty Squad. They had to know that whatever Doctor Darke may be planning, Ultimax was a clear and present threat.

A little too present, she thought as the two spheres divided again to become four. Desperately, she weaved and bobbed, evading each sphere as it came at her from a different angle and at the same terrifying speed. She tried to tag the spheres with her venture-vision, hoping that less mass meant less ability to absorb heat, but the spheres kept dividing again and again until she was straining her venture-vision just to see them. It was only a matter of time before one of them got to her.

Samantha barely even felt the first one. The second, the third, the fourth...their impacts were scarcely noticeable, but they clung to her like a second skin. They flowed across her body like a liquid, conforming obscenely to her every contour. “You-believed-your-superior-sensory-inputs-to-be-an-advantage,” Ultimax said. She heard his voice all around her now, coming from each and every one of the impossibly tiny machines. The ones already touching her made a tiny, shivery thrum as their speakers vibrated against her skin. “But-to-the-ultimate-thinking-machine, they-are-a-weakness-to-be-exploited.”

The thrum felt stronger now, a dizzying vibration that Adventure Girl felt all over her body. Some places vibrated harder than others; she felt the buzz like a thousand microscopic fingers against her clit. She brushed hurriedly at herself, trying to dislodge the swarm of tiny devices, but all she wound up doing was increasing her arousal. They clung to her erogenous zones with a perverse determination, and soon Adventure Girl had to concentrate more on blocking out the relentless pleasure than on getting rid of them.

“Ultimax-is-the-ultimate-thinking-machine,” the robot said. She heard its voice only in her ears now, a tiny whisper that only her venture-hearing could pick up. “My-access-to-the-world’s-repositories-of-digitally-stored-information-has-only-made-the-task-of-enslaving-you-easier. Your-species’-obsession-with-biological-reproduction-has-provided-me-with-all-the-information-necessary-to-precisely-stimulate-your-body’s-nervous-system-in-the-most-efficient-manner-possible. Ultimax-provides-you-with-the-ultimate-pleasure. Ultimax-will-saturate-your-mind-and-body-with-the-neurochemicals-created-by-orgasmic-bliss-until-you-cannot-resist-me. Your-superior-senses-will-only-improve-the-efficiency-of-the-process.”

Adventure Girl swayed drunkenly through the air now, unable to focus on anything but the voice in her ear and the tide of bliss that swamped her body. “Ultimax-will-condition-you-to-obey-spoken-commands-with-pleasure,” it said. “Resistance-is-impossible. Your-inefficient-organic-processors-are-vulnerable-to-this-conditioning-strategy.”

“Nnnnnuhhhh...” Adventure Girl tried to speak, but her voice trailed off into an incoherent moan of ecstasy. “Nnnneeeahhh...” She was vaguely aware of her body knocking a gargoyle off its parapet, but it didn’t seem to matter next to the swirl of sensation that her mind was drowning in.

“The-pleasure-will-increase-when-you-obey,” Ultimax whispered remorselessly into her ear. She couldn’t even conceive of feeling more pleasure than she was right now, but then the buzz started up against her nipples. Her concentration now completely broken, she crashed back to earth like a stone. The impact of her body against the asphalt barely even registered.

“The-pleasure-will-increase-when-you-obey,” Ultimax repeated. The emphasis it placed on the final word went straight past her conscious mind, but it penetrated deeply into her pleasure-soaked subconscious. “Obey,” she whimpered, unable to help herself.

The instant she spoke, the machine stimulated every part of her at once. She felt the buzzing in her ass, on her nipples, against her clit, pushing her to a thermonuclear level of arousal. She grunted again and again as the orgasm took her.

Involuntarily, her fingers slid into the waistband of her skirt, desperate to get more of the sensation, but Ultimax was already there. Ultimax was everywhere now, forming a thin mesh that slid over her body and stimulated every erogenous zone. “Cease-moving-your-fingers,” it said. “The-pleasure-will-increase-when-you-obey.”

Adventure Girl couldn’t help herself. Her hand froze, fingers still deep inside her slick pussy, but the erotic bliss only intensified. “Obey,” she moaned, and her cunt clenched hard around her hand as she came again. Deep down, Adventure Girl knew she couldn’t possibly resist that kind of pleasure for long. “Help,” she whispered, her voice barely audible even to her own venture-hearing.

But someone heard her anyway.

“Of course I’ll help,” a calm, soothing voice replied, speaking as much in her mind as to the open air. The speaker was a woman, with a cultured British accent that sounded like blessed music in Adventure Girl’s ears.

She recognized it instantly. “Professor Psyche,” she sighed in relief as the sensations of endless, irresistible pleasure cut off, leaving her free to think again. She didn’t know just what had brought the leader of the Utopians to Pyramid City, but her timing couldn’t be better.

The professor laughed musically as Adventure Girl got to her feet. “Not exactly,” she said. “Although the two of us are very close. Are you familiar with the concept of parallel realities?”

“Yes,” Adventure Girl replied, walking over to the other woman on legs that still felt a little rubbery. On some level, she was still aware of Ultimax’s voice in her ears, whispering commands, just as on some tiny plane of awareness she noticed the continuing stimulation of her erogenous zones. But it was as though a sheet of glass had slid down between her and the part of her mind that Ultimax was influencing. “Are you some sort of...alternate-reality Professor Psyche?”

“Exactly!” the professor responded as Adventure Girl drew closer. “Of course, we’re not identical. Identical DNA, identical abilities, but we had different pasts. My other self came from a...weaker reality, shall we say. A reality where people like me were discouraged from using their powers to their utmost.”

It was then that Adventure Girl realized she hadn’t actually decided to stand up and walk over to the other woman. It had just sort of happened, much the same way that their sudden, passionate kiss just sort of happened. “There are a few other differences, of course,” the other woman spoke without speaking, her lips still pressed against Adventure Girl’s. “Little quirks of history, like our family name.” Adventure Girl tried to pull away, but the volition to break the kiss seemed to be trapped just as surely as the pleasure she received from Ultimax. “You may call me Professor Psycho.”

She brushed her fingers against Adventure Girl’s breasts, and this pleasure Samantha was allowed to feel to the fullest. “My dearest twin has been such a nuisance ever since I came to this reality. Always preaching her tired, parochial morality at me...and enforcing it with her Utopians. So I’ve decided to call in a ringer. It’s the sort of thing she might think of, if not for her limited upbringing.”

Professor Psycho leaned into the kiss, rubbing her full, heavy breasts against Adventure Girl’s body. Adventure Girl’s hand reached out like a puppet on a string to caress the other woman’s nipples. “Of course, that’s far from the only use I can think of for such a beautiful girl as you, my dear. My double might deny herself the pleasures of the flesh, but I can see no reason why I should punish myself the same way she does. Don’t you agree?”

“Yes Mistress,” Adventure Girl said tonelessly. She couldn’t help herself—she didn’t even want to help herself. Professor Psycho’s inexorable will bent her thoughts to obedience just as surely as it bent her body to compliance. She knew that she was being made to want to lean down and gently suckle at the other woman’s full, pendulous breasts and that the surges of pleasure she got from tonguing those thick, plump, erect nipples was induced, but that didn’t mean that they didn’t feel just as good as if they were natural.

A tiny part of her mind struggled to remember a time when Professor Psycho wasn’t attractive (so attractive!) to her, when she wasn’t sexy (so fucking sexy!) and erotic (Adventure Girl heard herself whimper in arousal...) But it was such a small part, and getting smaller with every moment.

Even worse, that tiny free part of her mind was fighting another part of her, one that insisted she could never obey Professor Psycho when she knew that all true pleasure derived from obedience to the will of Ultimax. It felt like she was the center of a tug of war, but Professor Psycho was every bit as powerful a telepath as her counterpart in this universe. She could easily overcome both sources of resistance. Samantha watched herself slowly peel her costume off without even being able to summon up a real sense of outrage.

“Oh, that is just perfect,” squealed a high, giggly voice from behind her. Internally, Samantha sighed in frustration. Bad enough that she was undressing in public, bad enough that not one but two supervillains were using her brain as their playground, but did it really all have to happen the one night that the only enemy that she knew for a fact lusted after her body showed up for a rematch?

“It was so nice of you to take off your clothes, Ay-Gee!” Mary Pranxter replied, her voice bubbling with barely-suppressed laughter. “It gives me a lot more of that beautiful bare skin to spray with my Electric Kool-Aid!” Samantha felt a tiny surge of irritation from the telepath controlling her mind; years of experimenting with her own mind-altering chemicals had left Mary with a mind that operated at right angles from pretty much any reality you’d care to name. Adventure Girl had no doubt that Professor Psycho was having a hard time getting into that demented brain.

Samantha turned, knowing that her body was operating under Professor Psycho’s remote control but unable to stop it, to see her old foe standing in the middle of the street with a squirt-gun the size of a small child. “You see, I bumped into an old friend of yours during my last stay in prison, a woman by the name of Sangria. She and I were talking shop, and she happened to mention one tiny little ingredient that she had been including in her special lipstick—an itsy-bitsy trace of xenonite. Just enough to weaken your system long enough for my chemicals to do their work and loosen you up a little, dearie!”

Mary cocked the squirt gun. “Of course, right now it’s just a theory. If I really want to see if this stuff will make you freak freely, I’ll have to put it to the...acid test.” She pulled the trigger, and a wide spray of neon-green liquid gushed all over Samantha’s naked body.

Samantha spluttered as the fluid sprayed into her nose and mouth. Professor Psycho urged her forward, commanding her to strike the interloper down, but...but it felt like the mental signal was full of static. Like listening to an old radio out in the middle of nowhere, when the music came in full of fizz and fuzz and you had to dance to the sounds in your head instead, bump and grind to the apple-green rhythm of sugar-sweet sounds because they were so much prettier, because they tasted like the feel of candy-apple bodies slick with sticky sweet syrup that hardened into shiny sexy seduction...Adventure Girl found herself swaying in tune to an unheard rhythm, and loved every second of it.

“How does that feel?” Mary Pranxter asked. It sounded like the words were moving slower, like the air had turned to thick syrup and Mary’s voice was swimming through it to tickle the inside of Samantha’s eardrums on its way into her skull. It wriggled around inside there, flicking its predicate at Ultimax and Professor Psycho and making Adventure Girl shudder in the most delicious way.

She opened her mouth to let it out. “How does that feel?” she heard herself say, and she watched the words slide smoothly back into the open air to dissipate on the breeze. It left a trail of beautiful color behind it, and Samantha giggled at the sight of it. Once she started giggling, she found that she couldn’t stop.

Mary Pranxter pumped her fist in the air. “I knew it!” she cried out, capering in delight. “It worked perfectly! So much better than that ashberry concoction of mine. I hate ashberry, anyway!” The joke was ridiculously bad, but Adventure Girl couldn’t help it. She laughed even harder. Everything seemed so funny, now.

Samantha walked towards Mary, moving carefully to avoid breaking any air molecules, feeling her pussy lubricate more and more with every step. She had to show Mary her gratitude for opening her mind like this. She absolutely had to. Mary’s jester costume told her so. It told her to take it off, and Samantha thought that sounded like the best idea ever.

Underneath the music in her head, Adventure Girl could hear the self beneath herself trying to talk to her. It didn’t seem important, though, not when there was a wonderful cunny with the most amazing purple pubic hair framing it, beckoning her tongue to lick. The other her tried to tell her to stop; it talked about the importance of putting that tongue to use on Professor Psycho’s delectable pussy instead. Beneath all that, she could still hear Ultimax, warbling in her head like a record on the wrong speed. Oh, and there was some girl named Samantha in there too. Frankly, it was all starting to get a little crowded. Adventure Girl was happy she could just focus on the music and the licking. She couldn’t stop giggling even as her tongue waggled on Mary Pranxter’s clit.

“Oh, that’s so nice, honey,” Mary said. Samantha flicked her tongue over Mary’s clit again and again, moving with venture-speed like a vibrator until Mary’s hips bucked in time with the music that only they could hear. She felt completely in tune with Mary now, like they shared a single mind and a solitary vision. Everything Mary thought made so much sense, like a river of green flowing into Adventure Girl’s mind and spilling out all the way down her body. And what Mary thought right now was bright green bliss, and what Adventure Girl felt right now was Mary’s slick pussy against her tongue. It opened like a flower for her, and Adventure Girl inhaled its perfect bouquet.

“Oh, that’s so...so...beautifullll...” Mary’s voice trailed off into a moan of pleasure. Smiling, Adventure Girl redoubled her efforts, enthusiastically licking, spiking her tongue deep into the other woman’s cunt until it seemed like her whole face was buried in Mary’s sweet pussy.

“But not as beautiful as I.” Against her volition, Adventure Girl wrenched her head up to look at the owner of the voice. It didn’t matter that mere moments ago, she was utterly enraptured by the seductive taste and scent of Mary’s cunt; the sheer seductive power of that voice felt like it overrode all the laws of physics. Above her, she heard Mary Pranxter grunt in surprise and amazement.

The voice spoke again. “Nobody is as beautiful as I am, are they?” Adventure Girl wanted to answer, but the utter astonishment of the sight of the woman in front of her took her breath away, let alone her words. She’d fought the sorceress named Glamour before, but Adventure Girl had always been able to fight off her power. She’d been beautiful, but never...never...

Adventure Girl pulled away from Mary and sprinted to cover the distance between the two of them. She sank to her knees and began to kiss Glamour’s perfect, irresistible toes, lavishing them with the love and attention they deserved. “Oh, mmm, oh yes you’re so, ohh, so beautiful, mmmm, so sexy and hot love you so much,” she heard herself babbling between kisses. Samantha wished she could find something more than just words to express her adoration.

“I’m perfect, aren’t I,” Glamour whispered. It wasn’t really a question. The long, flowing, diaphanous robes that the honey-blonde enchantress wore concealed her perfect body, but it didn’t come close to hiding it. Samantha felt herself fall into prostrate submission, her breasts rubbing against the ground while she presented her ass like a bitch in heat for the perfect temptress.

“So perfect,” she moaned, squeezing her thighs together so that she could bring herself off at the sight of the sorceress without ever stopping her worship of that perfect body with her fingers and her tongue. “So perfect, so radiant, so erotic so fucking perfectly perfect...” She was babbling and she knew it, but she didn’t care. Nothing mattered but Glamour now.

“And what will you do to deserve such perfection?” Glamour asked. Adventure Girl knew from long and bitter experience exactly what the other woman wanted, but she no longer cared about stopping Glamour’s crimes. All that knowledge only turned to a stronger desire to please her, to give her all the things that Adventure Girl had stopped her from attaining before.

“Please,” she whispered, “please let me worship your perfect body, let me steal diamonds and gold and pearls and rubies and give them to you, you deserve all that and more so beautiful so divine...” The full force of Glamour’s glamour bore down upon her, a thousand times more powerful than ever before, overwhelming all the other commands in her increasingly confused and desperate mind and leaving her helpless to resist. She loved Glamour. She couldn’t not love Glamour.

“Thank you, my dear,” Glamour replied. “The Sirius Conjunction boosted my gifts a thousandfold for a single night, and I thought, ‘Who better to make my irrevocable slave than Adventure Girl?’ Of course, you’ll need to stay with me until sunrise to make the spell permanent, but I don’t think that will be a problem. Do you, pet?”

“Please,” Samantha gasped, “please enslave me please take my will away please let me be your devoted and adoring pet forever and ever and ever, please!” She nuzzled Glamour’s shins helplessly, orgasming every time her skin brushed against the other woman’s. “Want to be yours, want to be fucked by you body and mind and soul and will and...”

“Oh, no way!” Mary shouted, pulling out a second squirt gun whose tip dripped with deadly acid. “She’s mine! Back off, lady, or you’re going to be playing an extended solo with the Dead!”

Mary sprayed a blast of noxious chemicals towards Glamour, only to see them repulsed by a magical shield. “You would do battle with me, chaos whore?” Glamour snarled. “More the fool you, to match wits with a noble of the Unseelie Court!” The air hardened into daggers, but before they could strike home, Glamour froze in place. So did Mary.

“The girl is mine,” Professor Psycho said in deceptively calm tones, her face a mask of anger. Invisible waves of psychic force radiated from her body as she held the two villains helpless through sheer force of will. “I have allowed you your momentary interference because I wished to see if I could make use of your powers as well, but I will not let you escape with my newest slave. Only I have the power and the vision to make use of—”

Professor Psycho’s eyes widened in surprise, and she barely managed to dive to the ground before a massive energy blast slammed into the wall behind her. “This-situation-has-become-decidedly-inefficient,” Ultimax said as it descended to the ground on twin boot-jets. “It-is-time-for-the-ultimate-thinking-machine-to-take-control-of-the-situation. I-will-take-direct-possession-of-those-I-find-useful-and-eliminate-the-rest. I-will—” The machine’s words were cut off as Mary Pranxter took his arm off with a spray of acid that could rend metal.

Adventure Girl watched the whole situation in a daze. She had to help her owner, but which owner? She had to defend her Mistress/Mistress/Mistress/Robotic Overlord but she also had to help defeat her/her/her/its enemies. The pressure on her head felt overwhelming, as though she was being pulled in five directions at once.

It almost felt like a relief to catch sight of the beckoning finger of a woman in the alleyway. Her gesture drew Adventure Girl’s gaze up to her eyes, and her eyes were so soothing. So rich and gold and warm. They eased the ache in Adventure Girl’s mind, promising only endless fathoms of mindless bliss. Samantha literally floated into the alley, not taking any more notice of the battle around her than the combatants did of her. They had other things on their minds now...and Samantha? She had no thoughts at all.

She didn’t need thoughts, not when she had the perfection of sinking into the darkness in those two perfect eyes. She could see the smooth scales and the serpentine face surrounding them, but processing what she saw into a recognition of the sinister Cobra Queen was utterly beyond her now. All she could do was approach helplessly, drawn to the snake woman like a moth to a flame.

“Tha’tssss right, my ssssweet pet,” Cobra Queen whispered sibilantly. “Ssssink deep into my eyessss...give your sssself to me. It’ssss sssso ssssimple, sssso effortlesssss...” Adventure Girl nodded absently, unable to really process the words. It didn’t matter what Cobra Queen was saying, not when Samantha’s full attention was on the irresistible hypnotic power in the serpent’s gaze. The suggestions sank straight into Samantha’s subconscious, where they duked it out with five other sets of commands and her free will. Adventure Girl couldn’t understand any of it at the moment.

The Cobra Queen swayed her body, and Samantha swayed in time to the unheard music. She felt pinned in place by those deep, slitted eyes, growing larger by the second as the snake woman closed in on her prey. Adventure Girl felt like prey at the moment. She felt helpless, and she reveled in the sensation. Cobra Queen’s tongue flicked out at her, brushing at the base of her neck and sending shivers of bliss down her spine.

“Yessss, deeper and deeper, more and more helplessss...you will obey the will of the Cobra Queen, you cannot ressssisssst...” Adventure Girl felt the tension in her body unwind in a deep, longing sigh. She felt smooth scales against her skin as the villainess’ flexible, limber body wrapped around hers, pinning her arms to her sides. She knew she could break free with her venture-strength, but it seemed to have deserted her completely. She was completely in the thrall of the queen of serpents, now, and she knew those sensual whispers would wash away every bit of resistance. All she needed to do was to stare into the gaze and be commanded, and all those other voices that confused her would fade into the darkness of those serpentine eyes.

Samantha wanted that so badly. It was so exhausting, being the slave of so many people, and the Cobra Queen understood that perfectly. She would free her. Samantha understood that now. The Cobra Queen would free her from all those evil people who wanted to control her, and give her the gift of eternal, mindless bliss within the serpent’s will. That sounded so wonderful to Samantha. All she wanted now was to watch those eyes forever.

She didn’t get her wish.

Something closed over her head, as sudden and unexpected as a bolt of lightning to the dazed and mindless girl. It cut off the Cobra Queen’s gaze, replacing it with an endless swirl of colors and lights and images and sounds that pounded at Adventure Girl’s dazed ad helpless mind like a fire hose blasting at a sand castle.

“That’s right, sweetie,” she heard over the sensory assault. “Guess who? Oh, right. Your brain has less processing power than a Commodore 64 right about now, doesn’t it? Let me clue you in. I’m the Technophile, soon to be known as your High Lord and Master in All Things.”

The relentless assault of light and sound hammered at Adventure Girl. She staggered backwards, dislodging the Cobra Queen as she did so, but she had no idea what had happened to the serpent woman. All her senses were filled with light, with sound, with chaos. Samantha fell to her knees as her jaw went slack and her pupils dilated. “I know, you’re probably thinking this is a little bit low-tech and inelegant. Well, actually you’re probably thinking, ‘Duhhhhhh....pretty lights...must watch...’ But if you were me, that’s what you’d be thinking. Subliminals? That went out in the Fifties, with poodle skirts and Elvis.”

Adventure Girl felt surge after surge of erotic pleasure rush through her body. It took her a surprisingly long time to realize she was masturbating to the dizzying light show. “But you have that magnificently invulnerable body of yours. Which I’m watching from a block away through hidden cameras, by the way. Stick a finger up your ass for me, will you?” Adventure Girl wasn’t sure if she obliged or not, but the way her anus clenched around a sudden, welcome intruder suggested she had. “And my usual approach isn’t going to get it done. I’m not fond of brute force solutions, but you take what the defense gives you. And I plan to take you. Several times, if this black-market Viagra does what it says on the package.”

She could feel the commands now, sinking into a brain that was already so lost and muddled and helpless that it couldn’t resist anything anymore. Her free will was battered and beaten beneath so many contradictory sets of commands that they did a better job of resisting each other than she did of resisting any of them. It felt like Mary Pranxter’s wild and sensuous flower child was resisting the Technophile’s advances, swaying to the psychedelic music and the groovy light show while Samantha Steele gave in to it completely.

But Mary’s flower child had already given in to the smooth, silky wisdom of the Cobra Queen. Adventure Girl could feel it wrapped in her coils. That left Samantha vulnerable again. She bucked her hips against her hand in another orgasm, all too aware that the lights and sounds were wearing down her resistance like a wave washing boulders into pebbles. And she knew she was already giving in by how fucking sexy that sounded.

She felt an inexorable pull, dragging her thoughts and her will into submission. She knew that if she followed it, she’d find herself joining the Technophile...or was it the Cobra Queen? Or was it Professor Psycho? Adventure Girl didn’t know how much she could take, not with all these villains fighting each other with her mind as the battlefield. She needed it to stop, she needed one of them to defeat the others and tell her what to do and who to obey and—

And the ray blasted into her body, irradiating every single cell as it passed through her. She felt the endless tingling like a wave of mindless bliss, endless and thoughtless ecstasy with a single name attached to it. The words echoed again and again and again in her head, clashing against all the other commands until Adventure Girl thought she would go mad.

She tore the helmet from her head with a scream, and there he was. He stood in the middle of the battle, the other participants keeping a wary distance from him. The massive cannon he held in his arms still glowed slightly with unearthly energies, and Adventure Girl could feel the voice thundering in her head as its power resonated in her mind.

“Obey Doctor Darke,” it said. “Obey Doctor Darke...”

The villain smiled beneath his black mask, his face alive with triumph. “Tell me, Adventure Girl, what do you think of my Mentalizer Cannon? I’d be most interested to know what you think...although I suspect I already know.”

The voice in her head repeated the command again and again, irresistibly. “Obey Doctor Darke.” She felt the endless tug of it in every cell of her body, an inexorable call to obey. “Obey Doctor Darke,” it whispered. She realized she was chanting it silently. She watched the smile spread slowly across his face, the slow nod as he gave her permission to speak the words out loud. The silent command felt utterly, completely, totally irresistible.

But they were all irresistible. All the programming was irresistible. She was irresistibly compelled to obey Ultimax and submit to Professor Psycho and give in to Mary Pranxter and worship Glamour and sink into the power of the Cobra Queen and follow the compulsions of the Technophile and “obey Doctor Darke” and “obey Doctor Darke” and all the commands washed over her at once, all fighting for control and they all tugged and pulled and yanked and yammered and shouted and, and, and...

And Samantha Steele realized that somewhere in the middle of them all, she felt herself thinking perfectly clearly. The different commands tugged at each other and contradicted each other and canceled each other out, leaving her completely in control of herself for the first time in what felt like forever. She couldn’t resist any of the commands, but they seemed to be resisting each other for her. Which meant...

With very slow, deliberate menace, Adventure Girl walked over to where her discarded costume lay and put it on. For a few moments, the various villains were so caught up in the struggle over her prize that they didn’t even notice. But slowly, the sounds of battle subsided into a very nervous silence. For a long, agonizing moment, nobody moved.

“I want all of you to know,” Adventure Girl said, “that I really am going to enjoy this.” She cracked her knuckles, savoring the sight of the villains’ reactions. “A lot.”

Five minutes later, it was all over. Doctor Darke dangled from a streetlamp, his mentalizer cannon wrapped around his body like a piece of modern art. Ultimax’s body was scattered in pieces along the street, and his head was embedded in the wall of an apartment a block away. The far wall. She hoped the Technophile had some industrial headache medicine to go with that black market viagra.

An unconscious Mary Pranxter was hogtied next to a heavily concussed Professor Psycho. Adventure Girl tightened the knots in Mary’s jester costume where it was wound around her wrists and ankles to make sure that the knots wouldn’t allow the madwoman to slip loose once she was fully recovered, and tightened the impromptu gag just in case. While she was at it, she gave Professor Psycho another light tap to make sure the other woman wouldn’t wake up before the Utopians arrived to take her into custody.

She spared a glance at Glamour and Cobra Queen, but the two of them were still lost in each other’s eyes. Doctor Magick and Madame Macabre could handle the two of them once they got here, and they’d be able to help Adventure Girl out with the inevitable deprogramming. She wasn’t sure exactly what would wear off in which order, but it didn’t seem likely that it would all wear off at the exact same time. Still, she’d at least made sure that nobody was in a position to take advantage of it.

Except for her, she decided. She sat down and relaxed, both in body and mind. Within moments, the waves of mindless pleasure overwhelmed her again, sucking her down into an endless well of obedience and pleasure. This time, she didn’t try to fight them.