The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“Oh God, oh fuck, oh fuck that feels good!” Grace Rodriguez moaned, her knuckles whitening as she grasped the headboard. “Aaaaah! Oh yeah.” She groaned as I grabbed a handful of her hair and tugged sharply, pulling her head and arching her back while I shoved my dick deep inside her. I was pounding her from behind, her firm smooth ass slapping against my crotch as my cock drove in and out of her pussy. She closed her eyes and bit her lip, grinding her ass against me while her cunt muscles twitched around my invading prick. I gave her ass a slap and she yelped in surprise as I pulled out. I laid down beside her and tugged her over to me, “Climb on, I want to look at you.” I said and she nodded with an eager smile. She moved to straddle my erect member and slowly lowered herself, giving a long slow moan as my shaft penetrated her wet snatch.

While the sensation of fucking my newest conquest was as arousing as you might expect, the mental images I was seeing as I did it were even more interesting. Grace was naked in the real world, but in her mind, I was fucking Black Bird.

Long dark wings of shimmering energy projected from her back, fluttering frantically as my cock slid into her willing body. Instead of her usual black and midnight blue bodysuit, she wore a corset in the same colours. Her larger-than-life tits nestled in cups of midnight blue lace while the shiny black leather of the corset cinched her already trim waist into a sexy hourglass. She had on black boots, but instead of the soft calf high ones she wore with her costume, these were thigh high leather with a killer stiletto heel. She was wearing her mask and hood with her long dark hair flowing out of the bottom and down over her muscular shoulders. She wore elbow length leather gloves and her talons shimmered with menacing energy, except that they disappeared as she lay her hands on my chest. It was good to know that even in this persona, she didn’t want to hurt me. How she reconciled these two aspects of her personality I don’t know but was glad she did.

“Mmmmmmmm’ both Black Bird and Grace moaned, her dark eyes shining inside her mask. She shuddered as she took my cock fully inside her, then rocked her hips back and forth to rub her clit against my pelvis. I reached up to grab her tit, squeezing them firmly and she moaned again, leaning forward to push them hard against my clutching fingers. My other hand reached around to dig into the soft but firm flesh of her ass, giving another slap and earning another groan of appreciation.

I lay back, enjoying the real and psychic show on display for me as this superheroine did everything she could to milk my cock for all the cum I could give her. She squirmed and gyrated on my engorged member, squeezing with her cunt as she gently bounced up and down. She lifted herself up until just the tip was still in contact with her pussy, then carefully lowered herself back down, eager for the pleasure but desperately afraid of hurting the man who made her feel so good. It was interesting to see that as she rose up off of my cock and paused there for a moment, in her mind her wings flapped like they were taking the strain and not her thighs. She moaned and whimpered in pleasure as my shaft filled her over and over.

I put my hands on her hips, firmly pulling her down while I thrust myself up to meet her. Her eyes widened in surprise, then slowly closed as she gave herself over to me. She pressed her hands into my chest, her black painted nails, carefully manicured now, ran through my chest hair and dug gently into my skin. “Please, please, please” she moaned quietly through her clenched teeth as I slowly and rhythmically pushed my hips up and down, taking control in a traditionally submissive position.

“Are you ready to cum?” I asked, and she nodded, her eyes half lidded in pleasure.

“Have you earned it, have you been a good girl?” I continued and she nodded again, shuddering in pleasure as she ground her hips on my cock. This was a little game that I had developed with her, every time I mentioned the words “good girl”, she got a hypnotically induced small endorphin rush. This worked well with her pre-existing need for affirmation and now she was desperate to do whatever it took to please me.

“Good girl, you can cum now.” I said in a quiet but firm voice and she shuddered again. I felt her pussy muscles tense and she quivered and twitched as the orgasm built within her. “Good girl” I repeated and saw her eyes glaze as the endorphins flushed her pleasure centres again.

“Fffffuuuuccckkkkkk!” she wailed as she came, her legs squeezing against my hips and her nails digging into my chest. She tossed her head back and forth, her long dark hair lashing heedlessly against my face as the orgasm washed over her. I came to, my cock spurting cum deep inside her as her pussy clenched it tight. “Aaaaahhhhhhh“ she moaned as she felt my warm cum fill her, and she squeezed her pussy muscles again, milking me for every drop. After there was nothing left she collapsed onto my chest, her shaky breath stirring my chest hair as she lay there spent.

I reached up to stroke her hair and she gave a gentle sigh of contentment as I pushed the silky strands out of her face. I took the opportunity of her being at her most vulnerable to plumb her mind again. I pushed through the surface thoughts of pleasure and affection, almost love, that she was feeling and dug deeper. I pushed through the fleeting images of me that filled her mind, everything from an idealized image of when we first met to a hazy image of me standing expectantly at an altar. I turned from these and approached the now familiar mental construct of a large cartoon bird nest with three costumed figures standing in it.

There was Song Bird, wearing her sky blue and white body suit, white boots and gloves and stylized bird mask. In this version, her hair was not the mane of golden curls that I saw when we met, but a stringy mass of bleached blonde greying hair. Her tits were still large but sagged pathetically and her ass oozed with cellulite around the edges of her too tight costume. Her face was heavily made up, but deep wrinkles and sagging skin made her look like she was in her early eighties, not her early thirties. Too bad you don’t know the real story girl I thought. I suppose in some strange abusive way, Danielle thought she was protecting you. Maybe you will get a chance to find out, if Dan decides to sell you all as a matched set.

Beside Song Bird stood Hummingbird, almost child like in appearance. She was barely five feet tall and couldn’t weigh more than a hundred pounds soaking wet. She was dressed head to toe in a one-piece iridescent body suit with built in goggles that hid her eyes. She wore a pair of specially designed high traction running shoes and stood with her hands on her hips in a stereotypical superhero pose. Her small breasts made noticeable mounds on her chest, and she had a narrow waist, but those were about the only curves on her lean athletic form. The only visible skin was her mouth, which was set in a wide, eager smile and her head twitched on her shoulders as if looking everywhere at once.

Beside her was Cardinal, standing tall and imposing in her scarlet battle armour. She was clearly a woman as demonstrated by the moulded breast plate and narrow waist of her costume, but that was all it showed. Her full-face helmet revealed nothing about her but I picked up on the sense of power and confidence that seemed to radiate from the statue like form.

I tried to push forward, get closer to find out anything about them but it was like walking through increasingly deep water as I did. I extended my awareness toward them, hoping that I could glean something about their identities but each time I reached out the figures faded from view. I gave up and pulled back before I aroused any suspicions. Dr Brainiac could have finessed it, or Mind Melter could have forced it, but I was out of my league. Skimming through surface thoughts or influencing decisions was one thing, but plumbing secrets that the person actively wanted to protect was more than I could manage. I would need some help, and I knew just where to find it.

Grace stirred as I left her mind and I leaned down and kissed the top of her head. She looked up at me, her hand coming up to caress my cheek. We stayed that way for a moment, then her gaze strayed to the alarm clock.

“Shit, is that the time?” she groaned as she rolled off of me reluctantly. “Sorry babe, I have to get into work. I have a morning meeting with my editor about the story and I can’t be late again.”

“No problem.” I replied, reaching for my pants as she rushed into the bathroom and started the shower. She hurried back out to wrap her arms around me from behind just as I was reaching for my shirt. I felt her naked breasts press against my back while she lay her cheek between my shoulder blades.

“I hate it when you leave.” She said playfully, but I felt the pang of disappointment as she imagined the door closing at my departure. “Are you free for lunch? I have someone I want you to meet.”

I caught the image of Hummingbird as it flickered through her mind. Perfect I thought, if I can’t get any intel from her, I will get it from the source. “Sure, where and when?”

“I will text you.” She said happily as she moved around front of me and rose up on her toes to give me a kiss. I reached down to engulf her lean body and held her while the affectionate peck became a passionate kiss. After a few moments I broke off “I thought you had a meeting.” I said sternly.

She punched me playfully “I do, so stop distracting me.”

“Alright, alright.” I replied, backing away and raising my hands in mock defence. “I await your summons, my dear.”

She stuck her tongue out at me as she hid her naked body behind the door. “Don’t be late, my friend doesn’t idle well.” She said as she waved me down the hall.

A few hours later I entered the chain restaurant where Grace had told me to meet them. I feigned looking around, but I already sensed her at a table and nodded as she waved me over. I slid into the booth as Grace introduced me to the woman sitting next to her. “Ben, this is Xin. Xin, meet Ben.”

Xin looked up at me from the extra-large sugar and caffeine infused used-to-be coffee she was drinking and with a cheerful smile extended her hand. “Hi” she said in a bright excited voice and when our hands touched, I slipped into her mind. I was instantly swept away in a cataract of thoughts that hit me like falling into a rushing river.

‘So, this is Ben, he’s cute. Where did she say she met him? Right, at work, she works at a newspaper right? Who reads newspapers anymore anyway? Wait, didn’t that spider guy work at a newspaper? What was the name, Ben? No you Èr b?, that’s this guy’s name, he’s cute. Bèn rén, did I just spill my coffee? Hope I didn’t get it on my shirt. T? m? de, I need to wash my costume tonight, better pick up some laundry detergent. Do I need anything else, where is my list? What, oh, Grace just said something..’

I pulled back, mentally gasping for air as I collected myself. Holy shit, this woman’s brain ran as fast as her body. I couldn’t even follow one of her thoughts much less latch on and control it. It was like a school of herring avoiding a predator, there were so many and they were so fast that you couldn’t pick one to attack. I leaned back, putting some distance between myself and the chaotic torrent that was her thought pattern. If I couldn’t get any mental information, I would have to settle on getting as much physical data as I could.

Xin, or Hummingbird was a small Asian woman with a bob haircut that just brushed her chin. She had narrow slanted eyes; a cute upturned nose and a cupid bow of a mouth. She had on no makeup that I could see, but didn’t appear to need any. She couldn’t have been more that 19 or 20 and just like her image in Grace’s mind her gaze flicked from one thing to another a rapid bursts of movement. Hummingbird was right, and I am sure she needed every calorie of whatever she was drinking like a hummingbird needs nectar.

She had on an open white satin baseball jacket, iridescent purple athletic leggings and gleaming white running shoes. Her legs kicked and twitched under the table where they did not reach the floor. She was wearing a black and red sports bra over small firm tits that definitely did not need any support. Her six pack abs stood out in sharp relief and I could see the lines of her ribs, she looked like an Olympic athlete, which in a way I guess she was.

“..is a student here” I heard Grace say as I snapped back into focus.

“Really, what are you studying?” I asked as I leaned forward in polite interest.

“Physics with a side of math.” She replied in a cheerfully innocent voice. I felt the torrent of her thoughts subside and took a chance to slip into her mind again.

Surprisingly, I settled into what looked like an empty classroom. Xin stood before a white board filled with equations that had more letters than numbers. She stood there motionless as she focused on the complex problem in front of her. The figures swirled and re-wrote themselves several times a second, but everything seemed so relaxed and peaceful it was a shocking change from the mind I had probed just moments before. Of course, I thought. Someone whose mind functions at hyper speed like hers must be desperate for anything that allows it to focus. Lady, your price just went up by a couple of decimal points. Superhero slaves were one thing, but a living computer was something else entirely. I was sure Dan could find just the buyer for your talents.

“So, how did you two meet?” I asked after the waitress brought our drinks and took our order.

I felt a spike of nervous fear from Grace and saw her reach out to grasp Xin’s hand. ‘Shit, I hope she remembers the cover story.’ She was thinking.

“Oh, I am here on a scholarship through the Stane Educational Foundation. Ms. Stane introduced us because Grace was doing a story on it.” Xin replied cheerfully, and I felt Grace relax a bit.

The rest of the meal was filled with light banter but I felt Grace’s underlying nervousness every time Xin opened her mouth. The girl wasn’t stupid, that is for sure. The problem was that her mind worked so fast that almost anything could come out of her mouth, she just didn’t have the focus to think about what she was saying. There were a couple of times that I turned the discussion to Super’s, just to see what happened. The looks on Grace’s face were hilarious as she tried to steer the conversation away before Xin could say anything. Finally, as I paid the bill and we rose I extended my hand again. “It was good to meet you Xin. I have to say that you are certainly different from Danielle.”

I braced myself and stepped back inside her mind, hoping that dropping Song Bird’s name would trigger something useful.

‘Yep, he’s hot. Wonder what he’s like in the sack, have to ask Gracie later. Bed, yes laundry, better wash my sheets too. Danielle? oh right, Song Bird. Wonder how her road trip is going, maybe I can ask Ms. Stane. Wonder if she has finished my new shoes yet. She promised that they would fix my cornering problems. Ooooh, that guy in the corner is cute.’

I pulled out before I was washed away again, but not without the satisfaction of knowing that this lunch was not a total waste. The image of the statuesque red head in the elegant business suit that had floated up when she mentioned Ms. Stane added a new piece to the puzzle. Tanya Stane, head of Stane International, was somehow affiliated with the Freedom Flock.

I leaned down to give Grace a kiss and waved goodbye as the two ladies headed off down the street. I walked to where I had parked my car, idly tossing the keys in my hand. I would need help if I was going to take down Hummingbird. I couldn’t lock her up the same way that I had with Song Bird, her mind was just too fast. I needed more intel, and some professional support. Unfortunately, I knew just where I had to go to get them both.

It had been almost a week since I caught Song Bird and turned her over to Dan for re-conditioning. I don’t know if the Super’s knew about the bounties that were out on them, but if they did they would be travelling in pairs a lot more often. When we villain’s get caught we go to jail. When Super’s get caught, well that’s why we’re called villains after all. I pulled up to the gate and removed my sunglasses for the iris scanner, acutely aware of the variety of weapons that were trained on me at that moment. The scanner beeped and the heavy iron gate slid open. I pulled my car into the parking lot on the inside of the high stone wall and stepped over to the security building. The guard recognized me and nodded, then pushed a button under his desk and a steel door slid open for me to pass through.

In the next room I removed all my metal items and accessories then gritting my teeth put my hands on the two bare metal poles that stuck up from the floor. I hated this part. My body spasmed as the electric current coursed through it. I gasped when the current stopped, then braced myself for the next one.

‘Three times? Really, three fucking times you paranoid nutbar!’ I thought as I fought to keep from pissing myself. Finally, the guard nodded and caught me as I staggered forward. Whether that would actually reveal a shape shifter I had no idea. I think the asshole just got off on watching people fry and I flipped the bird to the security camera that panned to follow me as I left.

We exited out the back of the security post and climbed into a small electric car for the long ride up to the main building. We pulled into the garage, the only exterior door on the first level and I started to get out when the driver tapped my arm and shook his head. I settled back into my seat just as the air filled with what looked like a fine white powder. Soon I couldn’t see anything as it coated the vehicle, then a fan dispersed any remaining powder leaving us looking like a marble sculpture. A few seconds later a spray of water rinsed it away and the driver nodded to me. “To catch anyone who can turn invisible.” He said and pointed to the remote-controlled guns that were tracking us.

“Uh huh, what about Tic Tac, or someone else with shrinking powers?” I asked sarcastically, and the fucker pulled out a note pad and wrote it down. “Thanks, we will look into it.” He said as he pulled the cart out of the garage. I guess when your job is brainwashing captured Superheroes for fun and profit you take your security seriously.

I took the elevator up to the main floor and Dan was there to meet me. “Hey, welcome. What should I call you this time?”

“Ben, just Ben.” I replied as he pressed a drink into my hand then put his meaty arm around my shoulders.

“Well, Ben, it’s good to see you. Have you got any more presents for me?” He asked in his usual jovial tone.

“Not until you put on some pants I don’t. C’mon Hef, no one wants to see that.” I grunted and he laughed his booming laugh.

Dan was like Santa Claus crossed with Hannibal Lecter. He had a full head of greying hair and a chest length beard. His big barrel chest that was barely covered by the satin housecoat he was wearing. His powerful hands and arms were etched in a storybook of tattoos and dripping with gold chains and rings. His tree trunk thick legs carried him quickly across the room and I had to lope to keep up with him because he had forgotten to let go of me. He looked like your favourite uncle, until you saw his eyes and realized that there was nothing there.

“Oh Ben, I like you and I love doing business with you. You always bring me the best presents and you are so considerate about making sure they are in good condition.” He chuckled as he settled down onto a leather sofa. “Did I tell you about when that moron Hydros dropped off Lightning Lad? The Supe was already half conscious, and he took down six of my men before we could get him under control.”

I nodded and sipped at my drink. “I heard about that, where is he now?”

Dan waved his arm, gesturing to the room and house in general. “Let’s just say that this facility is now 100% energy efficient.” He said with a contented chuckle “Got to love green energy, or blue in this case.” I laughed, not because I thought it was funny but because Dan did. Doing what Dan expects is a good way to stay alive and I had no desire to be on his naughty list.

“So, if you don’t have a present for me, what brings you here? I know that you do not enjoy the screening process.” He said with a malicious chuckle as he flipped me the bird.

“I am working on taking down the entire Freedom Flock. By the time I am done you should have a full set, but I need some help. I was hoping that I could talk to Song Bird.” I said as I set my drink down on the table.

You would have to know Dan to notice it, but his demeanour changed dangerously. “Ben, Ben, you know the rules. You deliver them to me, I pay you. After that they are mine and you forget about them. Besides, you know what condition she was in when I picked her up. Trust me, she hasn’t improved much.”

“I know, I know. When I was working on her I was focused on getting her under control. I didn’t have time to dig for much more than what I needed, but now….” I replied.

“Now nothing!” he snapped back. “I pay you an extra 20% because you deliver the goods already half baked, don’t push the limits of my generosity.”

“Hey, consider this a free consultation and final test of the product. I will be able to assure you that her conditioning is complete, you don’t want a repeat of the Ms. Mystery incident, do you?” I asked politely, while I leaned back and made sure the path to the door was clear.

Dan slammed his hand down on the coffee table, splintering the thick oak. “That was not my fault!! I told those idiots it was too soon to deliver, but they needed their fucking birthday present on time.”

“Uh uh.” I replied. “Luckily the post hypnotic suggestion you had me implant triggered. Now she is a vegetable lying in a bed in the Superhero wing of the hospital, with everything she knows about this place just waiting to be turned over to the Revengers.”

“Are you threatening me?” He asked in a low voice, leaning forward as his lizard like eyes bored into me.

“No Dan, you’re my best client. I just need access to Song Bird for a bit, and I can get you three more little birds to add to the cage.” I said in as calm a voice as I could manage, hoping he didn’t notice my finger tapping nervously. Total control of your mind and body only works if you aren’t terrified out of your skull.

Dan stared at me, and I didn’t dare try to take a peek at what he was thinking. Finally, he leaned back and bellowed that great booming laugh of his.

“Ah, Mr. “Ben for now”, I like you. You have both brains and balls, and enough of both to realize that you don’t have enough of either. That is a rare gift my friend, and because of our friendship I will grant your request.” He grunted, then leaned back. “I always wondered what Cardinal looked like out of that super suit. Alright, for you, this time, I bend the rules.”

He stood up and walked over to his desk where he picked up a thick metal hoop the size of my head.

“Aw, fuck no. That thing gives me a migraine, and we have been sitting here pleasant as pie without it.” I pleaded, but Dan just tossed it to me.

“You change my mind, I change yours.” He said with a chuckle as I grimaced and put the mind cage on.

We took the elevator down several floors below ground to where Dan had the holding cells. I saw a few other names that I recognized on the board and several I didn’t, like I said being a Super is a high-risk occupation. The guard buzzed us down the corridor and Dan and I stopped at a steel door with “Song Bird” stencilled on it. He keyed a code into the door pad and it slid open to reveal a small but well furnished sitting room. I reached up to remove the Mind Cage but Dan grabbed my arm.

“I need this off to do what I need to do.” I said, eager to free myself from the painful mind dampening effects.

“When you are on the other side of this door, then you can take it off. And you will stay on the other side of this door until it is back on, understood.” He said in his usual no-nonsense tone.

“Any other rules?” I asked and he grunted in reply.

“No, she hasn’t been reserved yet. Nothing permanent though, she is too valuable to waste.” He said with a sigh of disappointment. I could feel the desire and frustration oozing off him, but Dan was a businessman first. To say he was rough with his partners was like saying Atilla the Hun was rough with China. Igor may have been a collection of Song Bird’s worst fears about men, but the base template was pure Dan.

I nodded and stepped into the room, pulling off the metal circlet with a gasp of relief after the door had slid shut. The room had a table, two chairs, a sofa and even a small bar, like a well appointed waiting room and I settled down into one of the chairs. On the far wall, a door slid open and revealed a sparse cell which was surprising given how Song Bird looked when she stepped out.

She was wearing an elegant robin’s egg blue gown, floor length but with a slit up the front to reveal one long, well shaped leg with in a shimmering blue high heel shoe. The slit was a bit too high to be proper, and it showed the lacy top of the nude stocking she wore as she stepped into the room. Her hourglass figure was on display as the tight dress hugged every curve and her bountiful D Cup tits were barely contained by the deep cut of the bodice. Her hair was piled on her head and cascaded down over one shoulder in a waterfall of golden waves and her face was elegantly made up with eyeshadow, blush and shining ruby lipstick. Around her neck sat a sparkling choker that performed the same task as the collar I had used to catch her but looked much more appropriate. The only flaw in the display of elegant beauty was in her eyes and the sad, defeated look of helplessness that showed there. She started when she recognized me, but quickly composed herself and stood patiently just inside the doorway waiting for instruction.

“You know who I am, don’t you.” I said in a neutral, disinterested tone as let my gaze travel up and down her body.

“Yes. You are Mr. Ben Comber, the man who brought me here.” She replied clearly, but with a small catch in her throat. I saw her hands tremble at her sides and she quickly moved to clasp them in front of her to steady them.

I reached out to touch her mind and felt the shame and humiliation that was obvious on her face, but none of the defiance that one would expect from a captured superhero. “Come here and kneel before me, slut.” I said as I contemptuously waved my hand.

She walked forward and slid to her knees at my feet, no hesitation or resistance. She flinched slightly as I reached out to touch her cheek but I felt no resistance as I slid into her mind. The remnants of the burned house were still there, little more than a blackened patch of earth with a few shattered bricks. On the brown, wilted grass in front of it was the torn remnants of her Song Bird costume, stained with blood and other substances.

I looked over at where she stood, shoulders slumped and her head down in resignation. She was wearing the same blue gown but here somehow it was less elegant and more slutty. The slit extended up to her waist and I could see that underneath it she wore no underwear. Her exaggeratedly huge tits were barely contained by the thin material of the top and her elegant blue pumps had been replaced by monstrous platform heels that would have done a pole dancer proud. Her hair was stringy and unkempt, and her makeup screamed whore both in colour and quantity. I called to her and she looked up at me with vacant eyes, straightening her back to thrust her tits out and cocking her hip in a classic streetwalker pose.

‘Who are you?’ I asked, and in a flat voice she answered a rehearsed line. ‘I am Danielle von Meecham, I used to be the hero Song Bird.’

‘What are you now?’ I continued and she again replied in the flat voice. ‘I am a slave, a slut, a whore for whoever owns me. I am property, chattel, nothing more.’

I created a projection of Song Bird, the heroine. It was an idealized image, standing proudly in her costume, perfect in every way. I saw her gaze turn to it and her eyes lit up with longing, like a child seeing a favorite toy that they had lost on display in a shop window. One hand twitched as she tried to reach out and touch the memory of who she was. A familiar, evil chuckle sounded from behind her, and she swung around, her eyes wide with terror.

‘Any time you even think about who you used to be, Igor will appear. Any time you disappoint your owner in any way, they just have to say his name and he will be back. Do you understand?’

She nodded quickly, ‘I understand, please, please make him go away.’ She begged.

I walked over to her and pointed at the ground. Her mental image fell to its knees at my feet, just as her real body was doing. I touched her cheek, re-enforcing the mental link as strongly as I could. ‘Tell me about the Freedom Flock, who are they?’

She froze, her eyes wide and mouth open. She struggled, as if she wanted to talk but couldn’t. I pushed harder, grabbing her by the hair and twisting her head up painfully.

‘Tell me, who is Cardinal?’ I demanded but her mouth worked silently, and I felt the ground start to shake underneath me like an earthquake.

I let her go, stepping back. ‘Stop, calm down, you don’t have to answer.’ She gasped and collapsed forward onto her hands, her body shaking with relief. I pulled out of her mind and looked down at the woman who knelt at my feet. Oh well, may as well get something out of my visit.

“Suck my cock, slut.” I grunted and leaned back in my chair as her manicured fingers unbuckled my belt and slid down my zipper. She pulled out my cock and without hesitation took it in her mouth and started sucking. There was no passion, no pleasure in her actions, just the businesslike performance of a cheap whore doing her job.

“You need to do a better job than that. Whoever buys you had better be happy with their purchase, or you won’t last very long.” I said and felt her shudder in response.

“Oh, they won’t kill you, you will have cost them too much for that. More likely that instead of keeping you for themselves and their guests, they will turn you over to their henchmen as a reward to the employee of the week.” I continued and she froze for a moment, then continued but with more effort.

A soft moan escaped her as her lips fastened tightly around my cock and she slowly slid her head up and down on my shaft. Her plump ass wiggled in her tight gown as she shuffled herself into a better position and started going to town like she was auditioning for a job. Her hands moved to rest on my thighs, her blue manicured nails gently digging in as she bobbed her head up and down. She hummed, a low steady hum and the soundwaves moved through my cock into my body. My entire body shuddered in time with her tongue as she slid it up and down along the bottom of my shaft. Holy shit, getting a blowjob from a sonic powered woman had it’s advantages.

She backed off, her hand gently sliding up and down my now slick cock as she looked up at me with pleading blue eyes. “Am I doing well?” she asked in a soft, desperate voice. This weak, scared woman was so different from the confident bitch that I first met it was hard to believe they were the same person.

“So far, now climb onto my cock and let me fuck you, whore.” I replied. She nodded and gracefully rose to her feet and pulled her gown up so she could straddle my hips. Her muscular legs flexed in the nude stockings as she slowly lowered her pussy onto my cock. I told her to stop and she and held that position while I slid the tip of my prick up and down her cunt lips. I could see her legs quiver with the strain but I continued to tease her pussy, feeling it start to get wet as the head of my cock slid up and down between her labia.

“Do you want to fuck me now?” I asked and she nodded, biting her lip as she concentrated on maintaining the uncomfortable position.

“Fine, you can fuck me.” I grunted as I leaned back as she gasped in relief as my cock slid inside her.

I pulled her forward, burrowing my face between her tits as she ground her hips against mine. Her hands wrapped around the back of my head, pressing me into her bosom and I heard her moan weakly in response. I slipped into her mind and saw a mirror image of what we were doing playing out there. No resistance, no disgust, not even shame. Just an acceptance of her new situation and a sense of resolve to do whatever it took to survive it.

I decided to make a few changes while I was in there, tweaking her pleasure centers to be more responsive and sensitive and heard her groan in response. Her hips increased their tempo, twirling in small circles as she ground herself on my prick. I also cleaned up her self image, making it less “Tired Streetwalker” and more “High Priced Prostitute”.

She leaned back, pulling her tits off of my face and looked down at me with a smoky expression. She leaned in and pressed her ruby lips to mine, her tongue forcing its way into my mouth hungrily. She moaned again, and the sonic vibrations flowed from my mouth down to my cock causing it to vibrate gently inside her. I gasped in response and she leaned back with a sultry smile on her face.

“Did you like that, do you want more?” she purred as she pulled her tits out of her dress and took my hands, placing them firmly on her magnificent fleshy mounds. I squeezed and she sighed in response, pushing her tits against my groping hands.

She leaned forward again, pressing her cheek against mine and flicking her tongue out over my ear. “Your cock feels sooooo good inside me.” She whispered, turning the drawn out ‘sooooo’ into another incredible sonic vibration that made me shudder in response. “Do you want to see more?” she asked coyly.

“Hell yeah.” I replied and she leaned back with a mischievous Cheshire grin. Her eyes slid closed and she pressed her lips together hard, then hummed. The trapped sound resonated through her body and her pussy vibrated on my cock like a plucked guitar string. God it felt incredible and I gasped in response.

Her eyes remained closed in concentration, but a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth as she did it again, this time at a lower pitch. Again, her pussy vibrated on my cock but deeper and slower and I groaned in pleasure. She alternated the pitch and frequency of her humming, massaging my prick with her hot wet cunt.

“Fuck, that’s incredible.” I gasped as my fingers dug into her tits, her nipples stiffening in response. I leaned down and took one in my mouth, sucking as much of her tit in as I could while my tongue flicked the sensitive nub. She gasped in response and the vibrations stopped as she lost focus.

“Aaaahhhh” she moaned as she rocked back and forth on my hips, grinding her clit against my pelvis while I sucked and groped at her tits. “Oh my God, oh fuck, oh fuck. Oh god, you’re going to make me cum.” She whimpered as her body bucked and squirmed on my lap. My tweaking of her mind had done its trick and she had forgotten everything about being a defeated and humiliated superhero. Now, she was Song Bird, slave, slut, whore, and proud of it.

“Go ahead bitch, cum on my cock if you want.” I said and she buried her face in my neck as she moaned in response. I felt her pussy tighten as the orgasm started and reached into her mind to dial her pleasure centers up to maximum.

She arched her back and screamed, or she would have if the collar had not blocked all sound above 100 decibels. Her eyes were screwed shut and her mouth gaped as she silently howled in pleasure. Her body still vibrated though, and it was almost painful how her pussy trembled against my cock. In response I blew my load up into her cunt, painting her insides with my cum.

Finally she collapsed, her face nestled in my neck and her tits heaving pleasantly against my chest. I let her sit there and collect herself for a few moments, then pushed her off and she rose unsteadily to her feet. She pushed her tits back into her dress and arranged the skirt to resume some measure of modesty as I pulled up my pants.

“Did I do well, will you tell him that I did well?” she asked nervously as I stood from the chair.

“He knows, but I will tell him anyway.” I said as I gestured to the camera.

She nodded and turned back toward her cell. I called her back and gestured to the bar cart in the corner. “At least let me buy you a drink.”

She walked over, strode actually, as if she was back in the piano lounge sliding elegantly from table to table. She mixed herself a cocktail and took a sip, breathing deeply in appreciation. “Thank you.” She said. ‘What the fuck are you thanking him for, he is the reason you are here you idiot.’ I heard her think, then the low chuckle came, and she started almost spilling her drink. She collected herself and strode back into her cell, not quite as confidently but not the same broken woman she was when I arrived.

After her door shut, I sighed and put the mind cage back on then waved for the exit to open. I was escorted down the hall and back into Dan’s living room where he was sitting at the desk looking at a monitor.

“Enjoy the show?” I asked and he smiled lustily in response.

“Too vanilla for my tastes,” he grunted “but I see that you made some improvements on the product.”

“Yes, she will be much more valuable as a willing participant than as a broken slave. Just make sure that they don’t use the ‘Igor’ command except in an emergency or all of that will disappear.” I told him as I sat on the sofa and took the drink he offered me.

“What else happened in there? I saw you flinch once, what was that?” He asked as he settled himself in the chair across from me, the splintered coffee table had been removed.

“You need to also make sure that her buyer never asks anything about the Freedom Flock. It won’t break her conditioning, but it might break her mind.” I replied.

“Good to know.” He replied with a nod. “I will add it to the terms and conditions, not like most of them ever read them anyway. Now, where do we go from here?”

I thought for a second. “I have met Hummingbird and have a plan for her, you will need a containment unit to deal with a speedster.”

“Not a problem. The one we used for Afterburner can be adapted for a runner instead of a flier, anything else?”

“Yeah, I need Stopwatch.”